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Relax

By: Irshbrat



It's been a long week and I am ready to relax. 5 o'clock finally comes and I head home. You are waiting at home with a picnic basket full of goodies. "Time for you to relax" you say as I walk in the door. You have a blanket in the center of the living room floor. The stereo is playing some jazz. You take my hand and walk me toward the bathroom. "First things first" you say. As I look around a bath has been drawn, candles are lit, my favorite bath oil is scenting the air. You slowly reach down and kiss me. "Your lips taste so sweet", you tell me. Your hands start to remove my clothing. The buttons on my shear black blouse are first. Then you unzip my suit skirt with your teeth. I am now standing before you in only a black lace push up bra; a garter belt with lace topped stockings, no panties. "Someone must be horny" you whisper in my ear "no panties?" I just smile and giggle a little. I can feel my pussy starting to get nice and wet. You unclasp my bra and free my tits from their prison. My nipples are so hard it almost hurts. "Get into that bath young lady", you tell me. Now you leave me alone in the room to fantasize about how many times you are going to make my cunt spasm that night. I can't wait to take your cock down my throat.

Later, you re-enter the room and tell me it's time to get out. An outstretched hand helps me from the bath. You take the towel from the hook behind the door and towel every inch of my body till I am completely dry, except for a leak between my legs. Next, you slather my entire body with scented body lotion and talc. I swear my whole body has turned to rubber.

Completing your task, you led me to the living room. A chilled glass of Johanansburh Resiling is waiting for me. As you hand the glass to me you take my finger into your mouth. "This is what I am going to do to your clit later." I can feel my nipples get harder and my pussy is drenched. The feel of your rough tongue lapping at my finger and the pressure of you sucking is incredible. You now reach into the picnic basket and remove some chicken. "You are to relax. I will feed you everything you require," you say. Slowly you peal small piece of chicken and place then in my waiting mouth. Then some cheese, grapes and more wine. Finally you say it's time for desert. You have me lay down flat. Then you remove a can of whipped cream from the basket. I can help but start to laugh nervously. The cream is cold as you squirt it onto my tits. Now I feel the cold cream mix with the hot cream dripping from between my legs. Next thing I know your tongue is flicking my nipples. They are so sensitive that it almost tickles. You lick, stuck, flick my tits with that incredibly talented tongue of yours. But now it's time for you to make me cum! With every bit of whipped cream licked from my breasts you head towards the best kind of desert, my pussy covered in two types of cream. The outer lips are so swollen with desire that you have to peal them apart with your fingers to reach my clit. You start to lick and suck on my clit. I can't hold it. All that teasing has me ready. I am on the brink of cumming as you quickly thrust two fingers inside my cunt. I start to convulse all over your fingers, completely soaking your hand.

As quickly as I came, I twist around and swallow your prick to the hilt. Your cock tastes so good. I can't wait to taste your hot cum filling my mouth. I love the feel of your body tensing and vibrating. I lick the underside as I continue to suck your prick. I start to apply suction with my mouth. I just want you to cum. I love the taste of your seed. You grab the back of my head and start to fuck my mouth with complete abandon. I want to feel your dick sliding into my pussy but right now I want you to pump a load of cum into my mouth. Please! I relax my throat and take your cock further down, which causes you to moan. Finally, you thrust and send a load of hot, sticky cum down my throat. As you finally start to relax, you take me in your arms.

There is a dreamy look in your eyes but I want to cum again? Would you like me to masturbate for you? Would you like to watch me touch myself? Would watching me make you hard again? I would love to feel you prick slide into my totally drenched cunt. Tell me what you want me to do. I will do anything for you!

Relax



You knock on my door after your soccer game looking exhausted, you were the teams star player, scoring the winning goal. I know that you haven't showered as you still look sweaty and dirty.

I run upstairs to run you a bath after giving you a long slow welcoming kiss and a squeeze of your soft dick to let you know what is in store. I leave you to get undressed and top up the already steaming bath I had prepared, it is full of relaxing bath lotions so that you can rest your sore muscles after your game.

I turn as you enter the bathroom, you cock enters before you, it is already rising to a semi-stiff state, sticking out at 90 degrees to your body. I admire your body as you step into the bath and then lie down sighing as you relax into the hot water. 

Giving you a long kiss I let my tongue invade your mouth searching for your tongue, we enjoy a passionate embrace then I rise to my feet and go to my bedroom leaving you to soak for a while.

I dress in my most seductive lingerie, I am keen to please you as much as possible today, to let you know how much I adore you.

I dress in a tight lace g-string that shows off my long shapely legs and tight but as well as a matching black bra which lifts my big breasts into an inviting cleavage.

Returning to the bathroom I hear you whistle in admiration. I drop to my knees and soap you all over, washing your body to remove the sweat and mud. When I have cleaned every inch of you, including soaping your cock and balls and the crease of your ass, I guide you by the hand till you are standing and slowly towel you dry, Your cock has risen even higher, filling with blood but not yet fully hard, I ease back your foreskin to reveal the large shining knob, teasingly I flick my tongue over the end and around the tiny hole. You groan and your cock grows in response to its full magnificent size. So big and purple and swollen, I drop to my knees and, looking up at you, I give you a long slow wet suck, guiding my mouth down your shaft then raising my head till the slippery head pops out of my mouth, I smile up at you then lead you to the bedroom by your big dick.

Lie face down on the bed, I demand, you do as requested and, after taking a bottle of lotion from the bedside table I squirt some massage oil on your back and start to give you a long, slow massage. You groan as the tension is smoothed from your body. I move down and massage your powerful legs, then spreading your legs I reach in to stroke your big heavy balls. I haven't seen you all week and can tell that your sacks are full of cum you have saved up for me.

I massage more oil into your muscular buttocks, still stroking your balls idly with my fingertips. Feeling naughty, I bend my head and lick up and down the crack between your buttocks, then spreading your cheeks I lap at your tiny puckered anus, teasing you for a couple of moments, hearing you moan loudly into the pillow I smile to myself and giggle.

I slap you ass and order you o turn over, you smile and turn quickly. I gasp at the size and hardness of your cock. "I can see that you approve so far!" I giggle. You laugh making my heart soar, I love it when I turn you on.

Pulling your cock vertical I give the end a kiss then let it fall back down, slapping heavily against your stomach. I tear my eyes away from your big tool and poor oil onto your chest. You close your eyes as I massage your powerful shoulders and chest, down your sides and all over your thighs.

Finally I squeeze a big squirt of oil onto your cock and taking it in my hands stroke the oil into your hard meat until it glistens and shines like the rest of your body. 

I smile up at you seductively. "Ok babe" I say" I know how you hate to wear a condom, so just this once, if it's what you want, I'll let you stick this big cock into my unprotected little pussy, but you have to promise not to cum inside me, OK?"

You nod excited at the prospect of feeling my wet pussy against your prick. I squat over you and take you inside my wet moist cunt. We both groan as I start to slowly ride you, enjoying your size. Reaching back I stroke your balls in my fingers for a while then fall forward to kiss you deeply and hungrily, our tongues entwining.

You flip me over and I spread my legs wide to give you full access to my body.

Holding onto my soft thigh you start to thrust hard into me, fucking me powerfully, I reach round and hold onto your asscheeks, I love to feel their strength as you start pounding into me, my orgasm takes over my body and my pussy tightens around your cock. I am in heaven as I feel you taking long deep strokes, enjoying the feel of my naked cunt. I wonder what it would be like to feel your cock spurt inside me pouring your virile seed into my fertile womb, the thought turns me on. 

But suddenly you are out of me and your hand drops to your giant cock the head so large and swollen it looks about to burst. You were so close that with 2 strokes I gasp as the first spurt erupts from your cock landing from my chin to my stomach. Stream after stream of sticky cum explodes from the head of your prick till I am covered in your cum. I laugh as I rub the cream into my skin, amazed at how much spunk your balls could produce. You drop exhausted to my side as I rub the rest of your juices into my breasts and stomach. I look into your face and notice that you are already asleep, exhausted by the game you had played and the ferocity of our lovemaking.

I gaze lovingly into your face for a while then kissing your lips I rest my head onto your chest and drift off to sleep.



Relax!



It had been quite some time since I had been able to relax and get my mind off the everyday decisions that plaque us all. What was even more frustrating was the fact that Laura and I were finding it more and more difficult to find time to be with each other. When we did my mind would drift and I knew, even though she never complained, that I was satisfying her the way I knew I was able too.

After several weeks we finally got a break when I would be able to break away and meet her while her husband worked. I asked her if she had any 'requests' like I usually do.

Her reply was, "Relax, I have everything under control, I just need you to be here."

That evening I drove the thirty minutes to her house and parked up the street. In nervous anticipation I made my way to her front porch. As I climbed the steps, I saw the soft flicker of candle light from beneath the curtains. My cock stirred but I could still feel the tension in my body.

The door opened and I stepped in. I turned towards Laura but her hand on my shoulder told me to stop. She leaned against my body pressing me against the wall and whispered, "I know how busy you are, and I know you love to make me feel good. But trying to figure out how to please me can add to the pressure. Tonight, I will take that responsibility from you and guide you thru the evening. Relax and enjoy yourself, in turn you will be able to enjoy me as well."

I wanted to answer but she gently hushed me with a finger to my lips. I could tell that she had already been 'thinking' of our evening as I my nose took in the muskiness of her scent from that very finger.

As I closed my eyes it was only then that I realized as Laura talked to me that she had been able to unbutton my shirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her hands were now rubbing over my neck and shoulders, and I leaned into the wall for balance. Slowly her hands worked their way down and I could feel my muscles relaxing.

Finally, she allowed her hands to come around front and she opened the button on my jeans. As she tugged the zipper opened and I felt my cock growing. Laura managed to push my jeans free and they fell around my ankles, my underwear followed in a few seconds. 

Laura told me to step out of them and then took my hand and led me into the living room. Several blankets were arranged on the floor and the room was illuminated by several candles. The sweetness of their aroma filled my senses as Laura had me lie down.

She knelt down next to me and I closed my eyes. I could feel her tender hands place a silk scarf over my eyes and I lifted my head allowing her to tie it in place. My hands were then bound with another scarf and I lay their motionless. 

My remaining senses took over and I could hear Laura's negligee' fall to the floor. My body was even able to feel the slight breeze caused by it and now my cock was fully erect and starting to drip.

She straddled me and her hot pussy was rubbing over my hardness. She said, "looks like my plan is working, but I really, really want to make sure."

With that I felt warm oil being dribbled over my chest and Laura's hands went back to work. I wanted to fuck her right then and there but I also knew that tonight it wasn't my choice to say when. She worked her way down and intentionally avoided my cock and balls. She now slid down, no pun intended, down and applied the oil to my legs, working it in liked a skilled craftsman.

The hardness of my dick continued to increase and I could tell by her breathing that she was also getting more and more turned on. More oil was poured onto me and a larger puddle formed on my chest. Laura again placed her pussy over my hard member and now leaned forward. She kissed me full on the lips and our tongues found each other. Her hard erect nipples poked into my chest but slid back and forth as they became coated with the massage oil. She pressed backwards and my cock slowly was enveloped into that hot wet and juicy cunt of hers. Our tongues trembled in each others mouths as we moaned simultaneously,

I arched my back to meet her. We found the rhythm that had her thrashing on top of me, crying out loud about how good it felt and how it had been too long since we were last able to fuck like this!!! My cock was coated with her juices and she continued to ride me too her first orgasm. I was waiting for her to 'cum down' but she never missed a stroke and continued to move her hips as there was no way she was going to allow my cock time to go soft.

The oil now mixed with our sweat and she held on by digging her nails into my chest. I moaned out loud and she giggled knowing that she had my full attention. Her second orgasm was even more intense and my cock was coated with a second wave of her hot cum and her pussy was making that wet sticky suctioning sound as I pistoned in and out of her.

This time Laura took a few seconds to recover and get her breathing under control. She came forward and allowed my dick to fall from her. She placed a hand under herself and now guided it towards her tight little ass. My mind quickly locked onto seeing that little brown star hovering above me each time we were in the sixty-nine position. Laura' hips pressed down and her hand must have had enough oil left on it as my cock slid right in to the hilt!! She started to grind on me slowly getting use to the intrusion. Her hand now went to her clit and the ass fucking intensified.

I listened and could only imagine her face as she started to blurt things out as she zeroed in on a third orgasm. "Fuck, my asshole." "How does your cock like being in my shithole." Laura's barrage increased as did the intensity of her next release!!! I began to moan out loud as my balls starting to feel the need for release as well. 

My cock now slid in and out of her stretched asshole as freely as it did her cunt. I could only imagine what it looked like underneath her. Her cries grew louder and her words filthier until finally she let out a scream that left her falling forward onto my chest in a heap. My cock twitched and she shuddered with chills as her orgasm didn't want to leave go of her trembling body!!! She lay there, trying to lift her head as our chests rose and fell with each other, our hearts pounding in unison.

Somewhere she found the strength to look up at me and pull my blindfold off. Some or her light brown hair was stuck in the corner of her mouth. She pulled it free and weakly smiled. I asked if she was ok, and she only shuddered again as a small wave of pleasure rode thru her body.

Slowly and if planning each move to balance herself, Laura climbed off of me and swung around 180 degrees. Her other legs now were on either side of my head and I looked up at her harshly used pussy and asshole. The hair was matted from my cum as well as her juices. Her ass, well lets just say I was wishing the blindfold was still on!!! But, without hesitation, she lowered herself onto my face. At the very same time her hands started to stroke my cock and milk my balls. I knew it wouldn't take very long before my hot cum erupted over those gorgeous tits of hers. 

Laura began to talk nasty once again. It was more than I can stand and I worked my hands free from the last scarf. They immediately went to those cheeks above my face and I spread them as wide as they could go. I knew what she wanted....to feel my hot tongue sliding in and out of those holes, cleaning up the mess that we had created. I obliged her and began to suck, lick and clean all of her. She shuddered a few times from being so sensitive 'down there'. 

For the last time she pressed down trapping my entire face with her weight, and that was it. My cum shot up thru my hard swollen cock and exploded from my piss hole. She stroked and milked me to the point that I was now the one shuddering and crying out loud, only to have it muffled by her sweaty flesh!! My cum hit her neck, tits and a few drops managed to find her left cheek.

Laura fell off to the side and I lay there feeling so washed out, but relaxed. My eyes opened in time to see her scoop some of my cum up with her fingers and suck them clean. I trembled one last time as Laura looked at me and said, "Welcum back lover."



Relax



"You'd like to relax, wouldn't you?

"Of course you would. That's what you came to me for. It's been such a long day. You're exhausted...and tired...and maybe just a little bit frustrated with such a long, tiring day...and all you want to do is relax. But some days, that's harder than it seems. You've had to keep yourself alert and awake and active for so long that it seems like you've forgotten how to relax. That's alright. That's what I'm here for.

"You need someone like me right now, someone who can show you the path that you've forgotten is there, the path to peace, to calm, to relaxation. You won't always need me, of course. There will be happy days, days when you find the path all on your own, when you can head to that wonderful, peaceful place in your head and just let all your cares and worries drift away...but when you need me, I'm here. I'm happy to help you relax. And you'll find that you'll be happy to relax with me.

"I want you to imagine the inside of your mind right now. Think of the way it must look in there. There's you, of course, the part of you that's listening to me right now. And there's me, the words I'm speaking, flowing into your head and keeping you company. And there's all those other things, the worries and the stresses and troubles and everything that's cluttering up your head, making the space in your mind cramped and keeping you from having it all to yourself. Let's do something about that, shall we? 

"As I said, I'm in your head with you. I'm here with you to show you how to relax. We can start by looking at the space around us. As you look, you'll notice that the space in your mind, this space that you imagine...it doesn't have walls, does it? No, it just fades at the edges into a nice, peaceful white fog. If you walk up to the edge of the fog, you'll notice that it's not solid. You can put your hand into it. That's where things go when you're not thinking about them. Your mind is big, much bigger than what you're actually thinking about right now. Things that you don't need to think about just go into the fog, and they stay there, all warm and quiet until you need to get them out.

"I want you to imagine me picking up one of your worries. I'm going to pick up the biggest worry you have right now, the one that's too big for you to possibly lift by yourself. You can't lift it, but I'm here to help you, and I'm picking it up, and I'm putting it into the fog. It might be a worry about money, or a worry about friends, or a worry about work....but it doesn't matter what it is, because I'm taking it, and I'm putting it into the fog. And once it's there, you don't need to think about it at all. It's not gone, of course. When you need to think about it again, it'll be there. But you don't need to think about it right now. So it can stay there in the fog, and you don't need to think about it at all.

"And doesn't it feel so much more open, now? Doesn't it feel so much easier to stretch out, to let yourself relax when there's more space inside your mind? Of course it does. You just needed someone to tell you it was OK to let that worry go. That's what I'm here for. You can imagine me, picking up every single one of your stresses, your worries...and gently moving them into the fog. There's a lot of them, but that's alright. I'm patient, and I'm happy to help you with them. Even the little aches and pains that build up over the course of a long day can go into the fog. Even some of the happy distractions, like friends and family, can go in the fog as well. It's not that you don't like them, but you don't need to think about them right this second. So I'll put them into the fog, and you can take them out when you need to take them out.

"You can just watch me, you don't have to do any of the work. That helps you relax too, doesn't it? You're watching me, as I take all those thoughts, and just gently move them out of your head. It feels so good to stretch out, to let that wide open space relax you. You're starting to relax now, you realize that, and it makes you happy. I'm glad to help you relax, and you're glad to relax and happy that I'm helping you. Pretty soon, it'll be just the two of us in here alone. There aren't many things left in your mind right now. That's feeling better and better to you.

"And now, you realize that apart from you and me, there's only one thought in your mind. Take a good, long look at that one last worry, that one last stressful thought that's keeping you from relaxing perfectly with me. Watch me pick it up now. You don't need to help, and you're too relaxed to move now anyway. Watch me carry it over...and watch me put it into the fog.

"And now all that's left in your mind is you...and me. That's very flattering, you know. It's nice to know that you're willing to let me into your mind like this. Just the two of us, all alone with no cares and worries at all. And it wouldn't surprise me at all to find out that without any worries to distract you, without any troubles and cares to keep you occupied, that you might find yourself a little aroused as well as relaxed. That's alright. I'm enjoying this, and so are you. It's alright to enjoy this deep, relaxing sensation in all sorts of ways. Some of them are quiet and peaceful, and some of them are sensuous and arousing. You don't need to feel ashamed or nervous of that sensation. Those worries are in the fog right now, and you're in here with me. And doesn't that feel good?

"It feels very good now. Relaxing, yes, but invigorating as well. That stirring of arousal, of dreamy sexual heat moves you, makes you just a little bit tense in a good way that highlights how relaxed you really are. It's OK to let that heat, let that tension build. I'm happy to help you build that arousal, I want to help you build that arousal. Because once that arousal builds all the way up, you're going to release it, and that's going to relax you even more.

"You can do anything you want, anything that's safe to help the arousal build. If you want to take your clothes off, you can do that. If you want to touch yourself, you can do that. If you want to imagine me touching you, imagine me stroking you, you can do that too. I want to give you this experience. You can allow yourself to feel this. It just feels so good.

"With every breath, with every touch, it feels better and better. I'm building your arousal now, and just like before, you don't have to do anything. You can just listen to me, and it's like I'm moving your hands to where they need to be, it's like I'm moving your mind to where it needs to be. You don't need to feel worried about that, it feels good and you know it's safe. You know I won't take anything you're not willing to give. Right now, all you need to give me is your pleasure, and you want to give that to me, don't you? You want to keep letting that heat build, keep letting that arousal build, keep coming closer to that release. It's going to feel so wonderful.

"You can imagine that release in your mind now, and just imagining it brings it closer. You want it now, want to feel that pleasure overwhelm you totally, running over into a beautiful, sweet orgasmic rush that dances through your mind, and perhaps your body as well. I want that too. It's almost there, now. Almost there, and it feels so good, feels so hot, feels so wonderful, almost there...

"And you can allow it to happen now. That's right, feel it washing through your mind, feel that pleasure, no thoughts at all now but that sweet, beautiful sensation I'm giving you, that bliss rippling through you and feeling so good, releasing it all now, shuddering with the warm, wonderful, orgasmic release that makes you feel...soooo...good.

"And now you're totally relaxed. Now even that sexual tension, that welcome distraction is gone, leaving you completely relaxed with me. And you know that if you want, you can move the memory of this time together into the fog as well, leaving this time to sleep in your mind until you need to bring it out again. Or you can keep that memory here, in your mind, if you want, remembering how good it felt to relax with me. It's up to you.

"But for now, you can start to take those thoughts and put them back into your mind...and you'll find that you're only going to take the thoughts you need to take, the worries that you need to do something about and that you can do something about. So many of those stresses can stay in the fog, for now, so let's just let them stay in the fog for now. We'll just put back the thoughts that need to be back, and now, as you go on with your day, however much there is of it, you'll find that it's easier...and calmer...and more peaceful...and oh, so very much more relaxed.

"And now, I'm reaching into the fog, and I'm moving the last thought you need to think about right now back into your mind. And you're just about ready to stretch, and sit up, and go about your day, and I'm going into the fog now, leaving you to do just that. But you know that the fog is just a place where thoughts wait until you need them. And that's what I'm going to do. Whenever you need me, you can just take me out of the fog, and I'll be there. And knowing that makes you happy, and helps you go through the day just that much easier, because you know I can help you relax whenever you need it.

"And as I count to five, I'll head into the fog, you'll sit up, and wake all the way up, and go about your day. One, watching me fade into the mist...two, knowing I'm there when you need me...three, relaxed and happy and feeling good...four, you can just barely see me now...and five."

THE END



Relax and Cum



It's just me, AJ, again... 

I did something a little different... relaxed... guided. Follow along with me and let your climax build slowly along with mine as you engage your body and mind fully.

Thanks as always for the feedback... here in comments and voting, on the forums, and in the email feedback you send. I appreciate it so much and if you take the time to write an email that isn't graphic and raunchy I will do my best to respond! 

Thanks for your support... coming up next a two part audio... 

xoxo

AJ 

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Relax and Enjoy



I left a note in your briefcase this morning. The note simply read "Tom, I want to make this evening one you will never forget." I left a killer red lipstick kiss on it, too. 

When you got to the office and opened your briefcase, you saw the note and a pair of black lace thong panties. You smiled as you were impressed by the sudden surprise from the typical reserved person you were more familiar with. You played with the lace on the unfamiliar thong, wondering when I had bought it. 

As soon as the phone rang, I knew it was you calling and I didn't mind answering the phone completely breathless. 

"Hello" I moaned. "I found your little gift and am quite surprised by it" you said. 

I answered, with a gasp "I am thinking of you right now as I stroke my hot, wet slit and squeeze my tender nipples. I wish it was your tongue flicking all over my hard clit and your hand playing roughly with my breasts. Can you see me laying on the bed playing with myself?" 

I heard how you sucked your breath in and knew that my moans and words were having an affect on you. 

"I have a surprise for you this evening" I moaned, teasing you. 

Before you could even ask any questions, I had said goodbye and hung up the phone.

I imagined that you were standing there in your office with your cock hard from the conversation. I giggled at the thought of you trying to make it through your morning meeting in such an aroused state. Teasing you was turning me on more than I had expected. I quickened the pace of my fingers playing with my pussy and teased my tight fuckhole with a finger. I moaned in ecstasy as I hit my swollen g-spot, massaging it as my body reacted to the sensation. I knew that I was getting close to cumming as my back arched and I squeezed my hard tender nipples ruthlessly. My body spasmed violently as I came. My juices gushed from my pussy and ran down to my ass. As my body relaxed from the release, I laid there enjoying the aftershocks and how sexy it felt. 

Smiling to myself, I thought of the plans that I had made for the evening and knowing that you would love every bit of it. Content with everything around me, I fell into a blissful sleep. Your next call, an hour later, woke me. 

"Hello?" I answered the phone, half asleep. "Are you going to give me any hints on what you are planning for tonight?" you asked. 

I answered with a little devilish giggle "No I am not." 

You were shocked at my obvious tease. 

"How do you know I will like it if you won't give me an idea of what it is?" 

I simply answered with a low, sexy hum and giggled again. 

"So, you aren't going to tell me anything, are you?" you asked, pushing me to give you a hint. 

I replied by saying "All I will tell you is that you won't want to come home late tonight. Love you." 

Again, I ended the call before you could say anything else. I got out of bed, thinking of all that the evening held in store for us. I had to get ready for all the fun we were going to have. As I showered, I shaved myself clean. It was part of the surprise from the typical nice trim I normally maintained. After my shower, I made my way to all the places I needed to go for this evening. 

First stop, the adult bookstore. There were so many toys that it was hard to decide. After what seemed to be an eternity, I walked out with quite the variety... a vibrator, a dildo, a blindfold, and silken ropes for bondage. 

Then I was off to buy the short, tight, low cut red dress and matching heels that I had seen a few days earlier. It was nothing like the conservative attire you are more accustomed to me wearing. You had never seen me wear something so provocative before. The hem barely covering my ass and the cut so low that it left little to the imagination about my firm breasts. 

The next stop was the liquor store for a nice red wine. I smiled to think of what would happen with it. Then the last stop, your favorite little restaurant to confirm the reservations and the plans. Since I had become friends with the manager, I was able to get the most private table in the house along with the server, Shelle, that you so enjoyed watching. 

Again you called me, trying to get some idea of what I was planning. You seemed to almost be pleading to find out what I had planned. You have never seen this side of me and the anticipation was driving you crazy. All I would do was tease you more. 

"I shaved completely for you." was the last thing you heard before I again ended the call abruptly. 

You didn't know what to make of my evasiveness and the sudden end to the calls. But, I knew that I had peaked your curiousity. Then it occurred to me that this wasn't about only you as I had originally thought, it was about us. I was getting aroused by my own plan! I could hardly wait for the fun to begin. 

As soon as I made it home with all my new treasures, I couldn't take it anymore. I called you, even though you were in another meeting. Interrupting it, I moaned to you how hot I was and how badly I needed your body. Again, I heard you suck in your breath. I whispered that I was fingering my tight, wet, little hole just as you did, imagining it was you. The surprise was mine as you hung up on me. I knew at this point that I knew you were beyond curiousity and getting frustrated. 

I turned the vibrator on high as I fucked myself with it just to the point of cumming. Then I would back off, knowing that I wanted to save it for tonight. After regaining control of myself again, I started to drive the toy into my hot pussy quickly. Again, I got to the edge and backed off. Throughout it all, I twisted, pulled and squeezed my hard nipples to the point where pleasure and pain blur and become one. 

The phone suddenly rang, startling me. I answered it, gasping for air. It was you. 

"Do you know how hard it was for me to take that call during my meeting?" you asked in a frustrated tone. 

I laughed softly and apologized for upsetting you. 

"No, that was fucking hot!!" you retorted. "God, I am so hard right now. You have my mind racing with ideas, wondering what you are up to. What is that noise I hear?" 

I never answered you, just smiled to myself, knowing that my plan was working so well. I told you to meet me at the restaurant and I will explain everything there before I ended the call. 

I thought to myself "Damn, hanging up on him can be so hot, leave him guessing about what is next." 

As I looked at the clock, I started to panic, realizing that the reservations were in an hour. Quickly, I took another shower and get ready for the evening. I did my hair and make-up just the way you like it. And then I slipped on my hot, skimpy, tight red dress and heels without any panties or bra. I made sure that all the new toys were within reach of the bed before I left for the restaurant. 

I arrived before you and I was seated at a secluded, quiet table. As you approached the table, I stood so you can take in the full view of me. Stunned by what you saw, all you managed to say is hello. I sat back down and motioned for you to sit next to me. As you did, I noticed that your cock was getting hard. 

"So, when are you going to tell me what you have planned?" you asked, as you stared at my firm breasts that were barely held in by the dress. 

I smiled and nodded to Shelle, indictating her presence. You gulped a breath as you see that she had her blouse undone more than usual. I knew that you were enjoying looking down her blouse as she bent over toward you. She smiled at you, not moving to obstruct your view. I surprised you by lightly rubbing your hard cock under the table as you took in the sight of her perky breasts. A moan slipped from your mouth before you knew it. Shelle smiled again, asking if we needed more time before we ordered. I told her yes and she walked away, shaking her tight ass for you. 

You gave me a startled look and demanded "What are you doing?" 

I didn't answer you, instead I looked down at your bulge. It was pushing against your pants so hard, trying to break free from its confines. Slowly, I started to stroke it lightly through your pants. 

I saw the tension in your face, so I told you "Tom, relax and just enjoy."

You leaned back against the booth, not knowing what to expect next. Your mind was racing with thoughts of "Is this truly happening?" "What has gotten into her?" and "What will she do next?" 

I took your hand and guided it up my skirt. You gave me a shocked look as you realized I was not wearing any panties and asked why I wasn't. A smile crossed your face as you felt the smoothness of my shaven pussy. I laughed as you played with me with new fascination and told you that the panties must have been misplaced in your briefcase. Embarrassed, you pulled your hand away as Shelle came back to take our order. But I still slowly stroked you, watching as you tried to concentrate on ordering. She just smiled as she realized what was happening and gave you a better view of her breasts as she reached for the menus. It was almost more than you could take as you had two women teasing you so openly. 

As soon as Shelle left, you turned to me and told me how this was the hottest, nastiest thing I had ever done. Again, I laughed and told you the night was just beginning. Then, before you knew what happened, I slid under the table and unzipped your pants. Your throbbing cock sprung from its restraints and greeted my face. I gently kissed the head and slowly licked up and down your hard shaft. Tasting the pre-cum already, I took you in my hot, wet mouth. Slowly I moved down your cock and teased the sensitive underside with my tongue. I worked my way up and down your hard cock while sqeezing your balls. I twisted my mouth around you as I sucked harder. 

Suddenly, you tensed up as the little hottie of a server came to the table. Shelle smiled at you and asked if there was something more you needed. 

"Nnnnooo." Was all you managed to get out. 

She smiled again and asked if I was in the ladies' room. You nodded yes. 

As she moved closer to you, she told you "My manager told me that I was serving some very dear friends of hers and she wanted to make your celebration very special. So please tell me if there is anything I can do." 

I could imagine her so close that her perky breasts were inches from your face. You were speechless from the unexpected attention you were getting from both of us. 

Shelle said "I must confess something. I was thrilled when your wife asked for me personally. And, please forgive me for being unprofessional, but I have always enjoyed the way you watch me. Embarrassed by the fact of being caught, you apologized for the "misunderstanding" but continued to stare at her firm breasts. 

She repeated herself " I want to make your evening very special, so if there is any thing I can do, please ask me." 

I could see that she had turned her back to you before she walked away, giving you a nice close up of her firm ass. 

Suddenly, you grabbed my hair and started pushing my head down on your throbbing cock faster than before. I heard a soft moan as you shot your hot, salty cum down my throat. I took all that you had for me and then cleaned your cock of any cum I hadn't already swallowed. I slid back up to the table to see your astonished look on your face. 

"When did you learn to do that?" you said out of breath. 

I smiled again and answered "The night has just begun." 

I laughed and asked you about the conversation between you and the server. You tried to explain your way out of it, but I interupted you with a deep passionate kiss. 

Soon our meals arrived and we made small talk as we ate. Shelle came over again to check on us, this time standing very close to you. I enjoyed watching you try to look at her but not doing so directly. As we were leaving, you thanked her again for her warm hospitality, looking at her chest again. I told you that I would be home shortly, and to go on without me. As you left, I thanked both the manager and Shelle for all their hard work. And I slipped Shelle a note with our address on it. Knowing that she was there specifically for us, I was fairly confident that her work for the evening was finished. 

When I arrived home, I noticed that you had found the wine and put it on ice. Smiling at how you innocently played into my plans, I asked you to bring it upstairs. Knowing that the evening wasn't done, you came upstairs with the wine and wine glasses. After setting it down by the bed, you poured us each a glass. As we sipped the wine, you turned to me and started feeling my body under my tight dress. You carressed my skin softly, kissing and nibbling on my neck. As we undressed between the hot kisses and love bites, I heard the door open downstairs. You sat down on the bed and watched my naked body move toward you. 

"Move up to the center of the bed and lie back." I told you. 

You gave me a curious look but did as I asked. I mounted you like never before, leaning into you so you would suck my swollen nipples. Quickly I exposed the silk ropes and tied your hands down. Surprising you again, you let me have my way. 

"I told you I had a surprise for you" I purred, as I put the blindfold on you. 

I got off the bed as your dream girl came in the room. I ushered for her to be quiet, which she did as she undressed. Seeing her nakedness, I understood your attraction to her. You got a little nervous and called out to me. I motioned for Shelle to go over to you and play as she pleased. As you felt her between your legs, kissing your stiff rod softly, you moaned in delight. Slowly she took you in her mouth, working your cock with ease. I watched as she flicked her tongue around the sensitive underside before licking your entire length. Watching you get so aroused by it, I couldn't help but squeeze my hard, tender nipples. My other hand wandered down to my wet pussy and began teasing my swollen clit. I was getting so hot by watching both of you. When I couldn't take anymore, I joined you on the bed. I started kissing you deeply, forcing my tongue into your mouth. Immediately, you knew there was another person there, sucking your cock. You fought against the tethers to find out who was also with us. I told you again to relax and enjoy it. What other choice did you really have at that point?

Shelle worked your throbbing cock. Slowly taking as much of it into her eager mouth. Soon, she mouth fucked your cock as fast and as hard as she could. She made herself gag as she began to take you into her throat. At the same time, I poured wine on your chest and licked it off slowly as it ran down. I sucked one of your nipples into my hot mouth and gently bit it. I lapped my way over to the other one and teased it roughly with my tongue. Then we abruptly stopped just before you came. You moaned in agony as you weren't given the release you needed so badly. 

"Baby, are you enjoying this?" I asked you. 

You moaned "Oh God".

I moved down to your pounding cock and slowly guided you into me as Shelle started kissing you with wine in her mouth, letting it flow into yours. I rode you hard, impaling myself with your hardness. I could feel your cock pulse inside of me as it hit my sensitive g spot. Shelle teased your mouth with her tongue. As you tried to explore her mouth with your tongue, she moved down to kissing and biting your neck. I told her to remove your blindfold so you could see what was next. 

As you opened your eyes, you were shocked to see us kissing each other. Our tongues were darting in and out of each others mouths. Shelle slowly started to fuck her wet pussy with the dildo as she sucked my hard nipples mercilessly. As I rode you even harder, your thrusts met mine. I felt how deep you were in my tightening pussy. The combination of sensations overcame us. You thrusting violently up towards my soaking pussy made me arch my back even more. This gave Shelle full access to my breasts. Shelle moved between my swollen nipples sucking into her mouth and nibbling on them as she pounded the dildo into herself harder. Our bodies began to tremble and wildly thrash as we came together. I collapsed on your chest in exhaustion. 

As soon as I rolled on to the bed, she quickly mounted you. She fucked you as hard as she could, bouncing up and down on your swollen cock. Each time she took you in, she moaned deeply. She looked like a wild animal as she fucked you. I watched, enjoying both of your pleasure and moans. I sat up and began fondling Shelle's firm breasts. I looked back at you and smiled before I cupped her breast with my mouth. As I teased her nipple with the hard lashing of my tongue, her moan even louder. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I bit it and sucked harder. You watched as her body started to tense as you pounded your cock up into her hot pussy. I kept sucking her swollen nipple hard as her body convulse with her orgasm. She fell onto your chest and laid there trying to catch her breathe as her orgasm subsided. 

You moaned "God, untie me and let me touch both of you." 

Shelle and I laughed at your begging, but undone the bindings. As you sat up, you began sucking on my breast and flicking your tongue around it quickly. Knowing how much it drove me mad, you bit my tender nipple and tugged on it. Your one hand made it to her breast, which you fondled so gently. Your other hand was in my wet pussy, rubbing my hard clit. You slowly pushed me back against the bed as you worked your mouth down my tummy to my pulsing pussy. Your tongue flicked around my swollen clit and up and down my wet slit. You shoved your tongue into my tight hole and lashed it in and out. My pussy was at your mercy as you tongue fucked me. 

I moaned loudly "God that's so good, baby, I'm cumming."

As you fucked me with your mouth, Shelle crawled under you and began sucking your hardening cock again. Flicking her tongue all over the shaft, but paying close attention to the sensitive underside. She moved from your cock to sucking your balls into her mouth. She sucked one in and lapped it clean with her tongue before moving to the other one. After she had cleaned both, she sucked both of them into her hot little mouth for one last hard suck. 

Shelle moved back to your hard cock and, in one stroke, she had taken you down her throat. She tormented your cock with her tongue, putting pressure on it in all the right spots. Moving just slightly so you could feel the tightness of her throat, she pumped up and down. Your balls tightened and you tried to pull out, but she held you in as your salty cum slid down her throat. 

Out of breathe, you rolled on your side and enjoyed the release. As you rested a little, we gave you a little show to enjoy. Shelle had moved up to taste my cunt. Her gentle licking and kissing gave way to playful nibbles and hard sucking. She watched you as she bit and stretched my aching pussy lips. I reached down and grabbed her hair, holding her face into my drenched pussy. Her touch becoming more hurried and rougher only added to the excitement of your watching. 

Moaning "Oh God fuck," my hips pressed up to meet her hungry mouth as I came yet again. 

Regaining your strength, you leaned down and slowly licked her wet pussy. She pushed you on your back and mounted your face. It wasn't long before she felt the same intense tongue fuck as I had moments before. I watched in new amazement as you flicked you tongue over her swollen clit. She moaned loudly as your tongue pressed and probed her hot cunt. 

As she rode your face, I took your semi hard cock into my mouth, sucking it back to a full erection. I teased the underside of your stiff rod with my tongue. You didn't know whether to expect a slow, soft lick or a hard lashing of my tongue. Quickly, I took you in my mouth. I needed to taste all of you so badly. As I sucked you further into my mouth, you could feel me gag. But, unlike before, I continued to mouth fuck you as I massaged your balls with my hand. As I felt your balls unload into my mouth, Shelle was moaning loudly as she came again. Her body writhing as you held her to your face. Soon, she was laying on the bed beside you, exhausted. 




Relax and Enjoy



As our eyes met, I demanded "Fuck my ass." 

You had wanted to before, but I had always said no. You looked at me completely astonished at the demand. 

Again, I told you "Fuck my ass HARD, Tom." 

I knew that you were almost spent and this was going to be the grand finale of the evening. But you couldn't say no to such a request. You moved off the bed and pulled me up against your chest. You weren't going to give me a chance to change my mind. Your hard cock positioned at the entrance of my ass and in one fast and brutal thrust you were completely in me and stretching my tight hole. I screamed in pain, but I wasn't going to change my mind now. 

As you let me become accustomed to your hard cock in me, Shelle made her way down the bed to where we were. Shelle kissed me gently, telling me how good it before thrusting the dildo up into my tender pussy. You began move slowly in and out of my ass, making me moan from the pleasure and pain I was feeling. My virgin ass began to accept your hard thrusts as my pussy was brutally fucked with the dildo by Shelle.

I was trapped between the two of you as you fucked my holes hard and fast. All I could do was enjoy the ride, just as I had told you throughout the evening. As you grinded against my ass, I felt a new type of orgasm building. The combination of your cock reaming my virgin ass, Shelle fucking me with the dildo, and her hot tongue darting in and out of my mouth was too much for me. As I felt you shoot your final load up my ass, I came with the hardest, most violent orgasm that I had ever had. My body convulsed so hard that it forced all of us to collapse on the bed. We landed on the bed as a twist of flesh as we all enjoyed the aftershocks of our orgasms. Completely worn out from the evening's events, we had no other choice but to lay there intertwined. We soon fell asleep since our bodies were no longer able to take anymore.

The next morning, Shelle was gone when we awoke. We laid in bed wondering outloud what took us so long to try so many new things. You laughed as you got up and told me that paybacks were a bitch. Before I could ask, you walked out of the room.



Relax And Let It Happen



His wife and he had a curious sex life. She'd always been adventurous and imaginative in her mind but very timid in her experience of all things sexual. So, from an early time in their 10-year marriage, they'd talked over the things we'd like to do and get ready for them. They'd buy things for their pleasure and book themselves into exciting venues where they could take part in erotic pastimes. At the last minute, she'd get cold feet and so now they have a massive collection of sex toys, erotic underwear, bondage equipment, books. All unused. Recently, he'd bought Cialis tablets in the hope she'd be more responsive and that he'd be able to get erect and stay active all night. They also languished in the bottom drawer on his side of the bed.

They started talking about this aspect of their married life, about two years ago. Dianne said that she'd definitely pluck up courage one day soon and they'd start to enjoy some of the things they'd planned so many years ago. She promised to let Tony do as he'd always wished with her.

"When the time comes," she'd said, "you can do whatever you want. You'll see."

Tony had been on a sexual high ever since he heard the words but months and months had gone by, and he'd assumed it was the same old story. Her spirit was very willing but her body was too afraid.

Dianne had also started to suffer insomnia and slept hardly an hour or two each night. During the day she was tired, so Tony didn't feel able to suggest Saturdays afternoons making imaginative love. They were beginning to slide into an impasse where he no longer believed he would be able, or allowed, to make love to his wife in the ingenious ways they'd discussed as a newly-married couple. She began to feel too exhausted all the time to be able to talk about it, even.

Tony went with her to the doctor's clinic and they talked over her insomnia. The doctor prescribed Temazapan.

"But don't take more than one," he'd warned, "or you'll have difficulty waking up. More to the point, your husband won't be able to wake you up either. Try a half tablet to start and see if it works for you. Just be careful and wear something absorbent in the night in case your bladder decides to empty, but you'll stay asleep. OK?"

That night, Dianne tried half of one Temazapan and slept soundly after about 20 minutes. She awoke a bit wobbly the next day but was her usual self by 10 o'clock. It became her normal routine to do this and her sleep pattern was established within a week.

One night, when she was particularly tense, he'd said, "Try a whole tablet tonight, dear, and see if that'll help you calm down and sleep better." The effect was amazing. Within 15 minutes, she was so deeply asleep he could move her onto her back, roll her onto her front, talk into her ears without any response, and slowly during the night take her nightgown off her, so that she awoke naked with him and didn't remember any part of the night. Tony watched this with interest and came close to penetrating his wife, but wanted to save that experience for "...when the time is right..."

"The tablets certainly relax you, dear," he ventured the next day, "perhaps you'll feel more like making love like we said, one day soon."

"Yes, dear," she replied, "maybe that's what I need. I'm ready now for usto try; now that we have the way to make me relax. I know it's inmportant for you."

A plan was forming in Tony's head and he felt that the day was approaching when he could take her promises seriously, "... you can do whatever you want..." He began to make his plan in all its complexity, built up over many years, of what exactly it was that he wanted with his wife. He would wait until the next time she was really tense and needed to sleep well, and his opportunity came after only a few days. 

Two friends had visited in the afternoon and had complained about finances, their children, their housing association, her weight, his job - practically everything that they could have selected to moan about. By 7 pm, Dianne was exhausted and twitching with stress. Tonight was obviously going to be a whole-tablet night, except that Tony had another idea.

"You get ready for bed, dear, and I'll get you a drink for your tablet."

"Oh, yes please," Dianne had said, "I think it's a whole tablet tonight, don't you?"

As she prepared for bed, Tony made her the milk drink but it was a special brew, that night. Into the hot milk, he crushed a whole Temazapan and also a Cialis. He wanted his wife to be very very relaxed but also capable of arousal and moist for him. With its chocolate flavouring, he tried a sip and could detect no other taste whatever. He took it to Dianne and sat on the edge of the bed as she raised it to her lips and blew on it to cool it off a little.

"Bring me the tablets, dear," she asked, "I think I will take a whole one tonight. Do you agree?"

Unknowing, she swallowed the second tablet and finished the drink. Tony took the cup off her and pulled up the duvet so that she'd be comfortable. Then he went to the kitchen and took a Cialis for himself.

After 45 minutes, Tony went to the bedroom and leaned over Dianne, to see that she was properly asleep. He spoke into her ear. He took the duvet completely off her, an action that always awoke her and annoyed her, but this time there was no response at all to anything he did. He assembled his toys and equipment on the other side of the bed, spending a few minutes doing so, and enjoying every item and its prospect of pleasure.

Gently, still trying not to disturb her so soon in her sleep, he took off her nightgown. This time, it came easily over her head and shoulders for some reason, and he was relieved. Dianne looked delightful, lying there naked, and he rolled her onto her front. Her breathing was regular and deep.

First, he took the white satin corset he'd bought 5 years before, loosened the laces and opened it out on the bed to one side of Dianne, on a level with her waist. Leaning across Dianne, he rolled her onto her back over the corset so that he could bring the two halves together at the front and clip up the busk easily. Then he took the two laces, one each side and gave a slight pull on both to settle the corset into its position on her waist. He leaned over again and rolled her onto her front so that the laces could be tightened. But he tightened them only a little because he had other plans for her waist and her insides. The corset was long; from her bra line to her hips, and beautifully shaped over her hips. It was made to measure especially for her figure and could reduce her by ferocious lacing until she would measure only 20 inches at her waist. He was so very much looking forwards to that later in the night.

By now, his erection was building nicely as the Cialis added to his excitement. He had to start getting undressed to relieve the discomfort in his trousers. From his collection he took two soft ropes and tied each to one of Dianne's ankles. Taking one of them over the edge of the bed, he took a loop around the short leg at the middle of the side and then attached it to the short leg at the foot of the bed. He did the same with the other ankle-rope so that Dianne was beginning to be splayed out in such a way that her legs could be pulled into a perfect splits later, as he gradually tightened up the ropes. Her bottom and vagina were fully exposed and still she kept breathing heavily, in the deepest of sleeps with her head to one side and her arms laid out in either direction.

Tony took a bottle of lube and spread some on his wife's vagina lips, to find that she was wet already. He spread more over the inside of her buttocks, and into the circular crack of her anus. He put more on his fingers and pushed lube into her anus, until he could move two fingers in and out with no resistance. Dianne was certainly very relaxed.

Then he got completely undressed and, for the first time that night, he lay on his wife and entered her stretched-open vagina from behind, and pumped merrily into her a number of times. As he felt his orgasm tingling in his groin, he stopped. He didn't want to come too soon. There was much else he wanted to do that night for his pleasure.

Reaching to one side, Tony brought to his wife's bottom the first of many butt-plugs that he intended to install in her. This one was shiny black hard rubber, 1 inch diameter, blunt bullet shaped, with a slight neck at 5 inches from the more pointed end, and it had a base plate to stop it from disappearing up inside her bowels. He eased it into her slippery anus and found that he could press it half way into her before he felt any resistance. At that point he let it settle outwards for a half-inch and then pressed again, entering a little more that time. Slowly, with more back and forth urging, the plug entered Dianne's rectum. With a plop, it settled into her, and her anal muscle gripped around the slight neck and pulled the base plate tight up against her buttocks. Dianne slept on.

This was one of the sensations he'd been planning for himself all those years, so he resumed his position behind his wife, supporting himself by his hands on the bed. He entered her against the unfamiliar internal pressure of the plug and with the little detour he had to make around the base plate. Inside her, he could feel the hardness of the plug through the membrane separating him from her bowels. This time his orgasm started to build within a few seconds and he had to control himself ruthlessly to withdraw before any "damage was done" to his plans for the night.

Kneeling between her spread legs, he leant down to his wife's waist, took the laces and tightened the corset a little more. The corset was open by about 6 inches at her waist but by only 2 inches at top and bottom. He complimented himself on the measurements he'd taken for the design of the corset, which would be fully closed when her waist was 20 inches but her chest and hips would be hardly pressured at all. He tied off the laces and leaned his erection into his wife again, this time feeling the extra pressure inside her abdomen as the corset constricted her organs. He knew by that time that his orgasm was vulnerable and could come at any moment, so he eased out of her after only a few seconds.

He surveyed Dianne's spread legs and went first to one bed side, and then the other, as he tightened the ropes around the bed feet. Her legs were now wider apart than he'd ever seen them, but still not in the straight line which was his plan. He checked her breathing again and spoke to her softly in her ear, but there was no response, not even a "Hmm" from his wife.

The pattern of Dianne's erotic preparation was now set. In turn, taking half an hour to complete each cycle, he exchanged the butt plug for another, a half inch wider, then he penetrated her to feel the extra hardness. Then came the tightening of the corset by just a fraction of an inch each time, and his penetration against the pressure of her abdominal organs. Finally came the re-tying of her legs to be more spread than ever.

By 10.30 pm, Dianne's waist measured 21 inches and the butt plug was 3.5 inches diameter. Her legs were only a few degrees short of a straight line and Tony was so excited that his semen was slowly oozing from him without any touching or penetration of Dianne's body. He looked at the clock and at his wife, still sleeping soundly. She looked amazing with her hourglass figure, her stretched anal opening and the angle of her legs. He decided not to stretch her legs any further in case he injured her hip joints, but he wanted everything else. The final cycle of preparation was coming and he entered her briefly to feel the extreme of the pressure inside her and against the plug in her rectum through the separating membrane. He could feel his semen oozing slowly into her but experienced no orgasm and that worried him in case he'd gone beyond the point of release. He'd heard that such a thing happens to a man if his excitement is prolonged too far.

He leant over Dianne's head and whispered into her ear. "This is it now, dear. This is where I get what I want. I'm loving you every second and wanting you as well. If you remember any of this when you wake up, I hope it'll be nice for you."

Then came the final butt plug. He looked at it as he greased it and couldn't believe such a thing could possible pass through his wife's muscles and her pelvis. It was still only 5 inches long from base plate to tip, still hard black rubber, and still had a slight narrowing at a neck by perhaps half an inch or so. Slowly, with both hands, he took hold of the base plate of the plug that was inside Dianne and eased it outwards until he could feel the extra stretch as the neck was released and the plug slid quickly out into his hands. Wasting no time, and not allowing Dianne's muscles to contract, he pressed the plug against her opening and manoeuvred it slowly into her. The force needed this time was considerable. He placed his clenched right fist against the base plate and grabbed the corset laces with his left hand, and pushed with all his strength. Slowly, the plug made its way through her anus and he worried that something may tear but his wife's body stretched and accepted the 4-inch diameter plug and it snuggled into her. He moved backwards and surveyed the effect. It was unbelievable and his wife looked grotesque, with her legs splayed outwards and the great shiny black disc of the base plate filling all the space between her legs. He noticed himself also; his erection was like a different man's. He didn't recognise his own penis; it was so long and wide, and a different colour to his usual erection. It was as if his blood was pumping closer to the surface of his skin, so dark did it seem.

He reached under the base plate with his hand and tried to find Dianne's vagina lips. They were so compressed, that he could just press his right middle finger into her but it seemed impossible that he could penetrate her with his raging erection. He resumed his earlier position and pressed until he could feel her labia against his glans. They parted a little but hardly at all. He leaned further down and began to push hard into his sleeping wife, but could make no progress. He laid his whole weight on her and slipped his hands under her shoulders, alongside her breasts, until he could latch onto her shoulders. Then by pulling on Dianne's body and thrusting with his own hips, he managed to get the tip of his erection into her but the pressure was impossible and he contented himself with just popping his glans in and out of her. He learned two things: first that there was no room inside Dianne because of the huge intrusion into her bowels; secondly, that his orgasm was still there, waiting to build and deliver him the climax he wanted. He pulled out and rested on his arms for a moment, to let the orgasm subside.

Next came the lacing of Dianne's waist, and he leaned forward to untie the bow in the laces. He knew that he wanted to take in the full extent of the gap in the corset, so that it would close at 20 inches. For years, he'd wondered what effect this would have on her figure but also on the feel of her insides, and now he was about to find out. Gradually, he tightened the laces from the top to her waist, and from the bottom edge to her waist, so that the gap slowly began to close. Dianne's skin under the corset was being stretched and compressed at the same time, and he could see the crease through the lacing. When the gap was only a millimetre or two, he stopped and held the laces tightly in one hand. He let his other hand roam over his wife's body until he could feel the hardness of her waist; as if she were made of warm wood. His excitement grew even more as he looked forward just a few minutes until he could get inside her and inside the corseted waist. He resumed his tightening, and the corset closed, as he tied off the laces into a bow and doubled over the bow to make a knot that wouldn't slip.

As he watched and looked at the extreme waist his wife possessed, her bottom began to pulsate. He could see the butt plug oscillating back and forth, as if something inside her body were moving it about. He realised that the pressure inside Dianne's abdomen was pushing the plug out of her and quickly he grabbed the lube jar to be ready for his next move when it came out of her. But before anything else, he got off the bed and released the ropes that held her legs apart and they closed a little. He undid the ropes from her ankles. Kneeling behind her, he watched the plug moving as if under its own power. He could see a little gap appearing around the base plate and knew that it would pop out very soon. Sure enough, it was not a gentle slide but an explosive pop, propelling the plug right to the foot of the bed, three feet away from Dianne's gaping anus. Quickly, Tony held his hands together as if in prayer and pressed against the wide circular opening before it contracted. Gradually, his hands probed into Dianne, then they stretched her a little, and then they disappeared deep inside her. He wrapped his fingers through each other to make a double-fist. She was warm and very tight, and her anal muscles slowly contracted over his wrists, holding his hands inside her body. He didn't move for a minute until her muscles had closed down on him completely. He was surprised at the force her sphincter exerted on his wrists, and he wriggled his double fist about inside her, to see how it felt and if he could extract himself when the time came. She was so tight on him that he began to wonder if he'd ever get his hands out but, at that moment, he didn't care about getting out. He had plans for his pleasure whilst his hands were deep inside her.

Trapped as he was, his next manoeuvres were a little awkward. He pulled his wife towards the side of the bed as gently as he could, using his hands deep inside her rectum. When he could stand on the bedroom floor, he slowly positioned her so that her head, shoulders and breasts were on the bed, but the rest of her was held in mid-air on the end of his arms. Her legs hung down loosely in her sleepy state, and he lifted them off the bedroom floor. He lifted her bottom and hips upwards also with his encased hands, and his erection was perfectly in line with her vagina. He took a short step forward, pulled her towards his diaphragm and felt himself entering her under his arms.

He was amazed again at Dianne's tightness and he could feel his own hands clenched inside her rectum and rubbing against his penis through the thin membrane. He pumped into her again and again, pulling and pushing with his hands until he felt sure he must break through her bowels and into her abdominal cavity. But the rectum is a powerful and resilient muscle, and he found himself almost waving her around on the ends of his arms. His orgasm was coming, building again from deep in his groin. It rose to his chest, expanding all the time, and then it rushed down to the tip of his penis and he erupted his store of sperms and juices into her waiting vagina and cervix. He held her against himself as his flood finished inside her. He held her against him even longer until his erection began to subside, and then he moved himself slowly around to the foot of the bed. He could lay Dianne down almost full length on the bed. She was still fast asleep and breathing deeply. He could hardly believe that her body had been treated so harshly, with squeezing and filling and throwing around in mid-air, but still she slept.

He unfolded his fingers in her rectum and pulled back slowly, feeling a little movement, and then a definite outward progress. With as much control as he could exert, and as slowly as possible, he extricated his wrists and then his hands from the depths of her intestines. His hands were wrinkled with the moisture and the lubrication he'd used to get into her. He looked down at her and saw his sperms oozing from her labia, and her anal sphincter stretched and red. He wondered if it would hurt when she awoke. He wiped his hands on a towel.




Relax And Let It Happen



Leaning over Dianne, he felt one more time at the incredible smallness of her waist. He decided there and then that one day he'd make love to her again when she was fully corseted to her ultimate tightness and anatomical possibility. Somehow, he'd talk her into it. One day.

He undid the knot and then the bow on the corset laces. He loosened them and spread the back of the corset sufficient to take it off when he turned her over onto her back. The busk was unclipped and the corset laid open either side of her, and he left it there. He inspected her skin and saw that Dianne's waist had red marks and pressure patches all around her waist and onto her hip bones. Pulling up the duvet again, lying down beside his wife, he reached over and switched off the bedroom lamp. In his satisfied state, he was asleep in a few minutes, dreaming of and remembering the sensations he'd experienced that evening and night.

Next morning, he awoke a few moments before Dianne and leaned over to see her. Even as he looked and propped himself on one elbow, his wife opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Wow; I've really slept, haven't I?"

"Yes dear. The deepest sleep you've ever had, I should think."

"What's this?" she asked as she felt and touched the corset underneath her.

"You wore that in the night, dear," he replied, "it was lovely for me. So exciting. You're such an erotic woman and I'm a lucky guy."

"What are you talking about? What's happened?"

"You let me make love to you in your sleep." It seemed a good idea not to explain in too much detail what he'd done the previous evening.

"Oh, you must tell me. You must show me soon. Will you?"

"Maybe I will, when the time's right. You were amazing but you don't remember any of it, do you?"

"No, not a thing."

"If I tell you, and show you some of it, will you let it happen again?"

"Yes dear, I think so. It can't have been a problem for me, can it?"

Tony left it at that and Dianne made no reference to the marks on her waist, or the looseness of her anus, or the strain in her hips.

Someday soon, Tony knows that he'll be able to enjoy his wife with others of his fantasies. Whether or not she'll enjoy it will depend on whether she's awake or asleep. He doesn't really care which, although it would increase his excitement and his satisfaction if she were awake and experiencing his sexual plans. Actually, if she were a little reluctant, he thought he may enjoy it even more. And 20 inches for a waist on his wife seemed rather unadventurous now that he knew what she was capable of doing for his pleasure.

And so he began to make his plans again.



Relax and Recline



I was asleep in your room when you got home from work and your roommate was gone for the next week. You walked into your room and I was laying on the bed in a white tank top and a thong. The blanket I had over me had fallen to the ground. You stared at my ass for a sec, you were tempted to climb in bed with me and wake me so we could have sex but you knew I must be tired if I was taking a nap so late in the day. So you pulled off your pants and walked back into the living room in your boxers and a shirt. 

You sat down in your recliner and turned on the football game. You were half and hour into the game, which was really exciting, when you heard the bed squeak. Seconds later I was walking into the living room. Still in my thong and tank top. I stopped when I saw you and smiled. I was about to say something but yawned first. I stretched my hand over my head and watch as your eye ran from my feet all the way up my body. 

"When did you get home?" I asked.

"About a half an hour ago." You told me, running your eyes along my body again. I could see that faint hunger in your eyes.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked fake pouting.

"Believe me, I was really close to waking you up, but you looked tired so I figured you need sleep. Plus you look so cute when you sleep." You smiled at you. 

"I wasn't tired I was just horny so I figured I would sleep till you got home." I started to walk towards you. 

"Oh?" You said in a questioning voice.

"Yeah." I answered.

I was standing in front of you now and you were looking up at me I leaned forward like I was going to move to kiss you but you were surprised when I got down on my knees. 

"You wanna see what I did to you in my latest dream?" I asked in a seductive voice.

"Uh huh." you said as you nodded your head. 

I pushed both of my hands under the hem of your shirt and moved my hands up your stomach, then up your chest. And as I moved my hands back down I ran my nails lightly across your skin. You bit your bottom lip. Then I grabbed your shirt and had to stand up so I could pull it all the way off of you. As I leaned in and pulled up the shirt my breasts were at just the right level, close to your mouth. I threw your shirt aside and before I even realized it you were sucking on one of my nipples through my shirt. It felt amazing but I lightly grabbed your head and pulled it way, moving back down on my knees. 

I placed each of my hands on your knee and moved them up, passed your boxers and back again. Then I grabbed the waist band of your boxers and started to pull them down. You moved your hips up so I could pull them all the way down. And once they were down your cock sprang free. Ready and waiting for my hot mouth. I grabbed your cock and ran my tongue from the base to the tip from underneath. As soon as my hot tongue touched you, you moaned a little. I smiled and licked the tip before opening my mouth wide and sticking you dick deep in my mouth. I started moving my head back and forth sucking you hard. You pushed your hands in my hair and lightly pushed my head down, pushing you cock deeper in my mouth, gaging me. But I continued in my act. Then I could feel your pre cum on my tongue. 

I pulled you out of my mouth and kissed you. You could tasted the tangy taste of your own pre cum in my mouth. I was soooo turned on and dripping wet. So I stood again, but this time I pulled off my own shirt and panties. I moved on to you, straddling your hips and legs. 

I grabbed your hard throbbing cock in my hand and positioned it to the entrance of my slippery wet pussy. I moved my hips down on to you, pushing you deep with in me. My head fell back and I moaned in pleasure. Then I moved back up your staff and brought my head forward and kissed you again. I began moving in an up and down rhythm with a grind thrown in there a few times. I pulled your head to my chest and you pulled one of my nipples into your hot mouth. Each nipple was hard and waiting for you. 

I could feel my pleasure growing and I knew that in a short time I would orgasm. But before I know it, you had pulled me up and switched places with me. I was now sitting in the chair and you were standing in front of me. 

I looked up at you wondering what you were going to do, then you moved down onto your knees in front of me. I moaned and you spread my leg wide and ran your tongue up my slit. 

"I want you to cum in my mouth." You told me. Then you grabbed each of my legs and began rubbing them as you sucked on my clit. It didn't take long before I was close to exploding. Your tongue was deep inside me when I came, and I couldn't help but take hold of your head and hold it to me as I came. 

Once I had finished riding my orgasm, I let go of your head. You looked up at me and licked your wet lips that were covered in my juices.

"We're not done yet." You said with a sly smile. You quickly grabbed my hips, pulled me toward the edge of the chair and flipped me over. My chest lay on the chair and I was on my knees in front of you. I turned my head to look back at you and you slapped my ass. 

Then you grabbed your own cock and pushed it into me. It felt amazing as you pumped in and out of me. I started building towards a second orgasm. You bent over as you continued pumping into me, kissing me along my neck. 

"Mmmm....you feel soooo good." You whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. 

Then you started to quicken your pace, moving fast and harder into me. I was about to orgasm again, and hard. And I could tell how close you were to. 

I screamed out as I came again and I heard you moan deep in your throat. You pushed into me a few more times, then pulled out and fell over on to the ground, laying on your back. I followed your movement and laid my head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around me and we both drifted off to sleep. 



Relax Me



Teri'd just pulled into her driveway and got out of her car; I could tell she'd had a rough day at work, as I watched her walk laboriously to her front door, smiling to myself because I knew she'd soon need my talents.

Teri is a great neighbor and wonderful friend; her great body and knockout looks certainly didn't hurt any either. I'd seen her naked, even had sex with her, many times, still I lay awake at night dreaming, of her scintillating eyes, full lips, double D breasts and perfect, tight body. I loved the aroma of her arousal, and her body in general before, after, and during our sessions ... "Oh God, she's hot!"

A ring of the doorbell snapped me out of my reverie and lo-and-behold, as I answered the door, it was she. She asked me to give her a really good massage and to make her as comfortable as possible. I told her to come in and follow me to the bedroom 

"Now, take off your clothes; let me look at your body." 

Teri did without question and walked over to the bench. She felt the leather pads on the tiers, appraising the new addition to my humble apartment,

"This one is nice, Jay, and the lower tiers make it easier to get on."

"Yeah, I know, makes it very convenient," I said with a smile. She got on and stretched out, face down on the pillow; her luscious ass looking amazing as the light through the window silhouetted it perfectly. I got a tube of oil from the cabinet in the left tier of the bench and squirted a liberal amount on her back; she moaned as its texture cooled her skin. I massaged the oil into her back, rubbing and kneading firmly as Teri moaned, 

"Oh God, Jay, I love your fingers, this feels so good!"

Putting the tube into a cabinet in the left tier, I rubbed slow broad circles over her back, patting her lithe skin firmly as I moved down her body, letting the lotion sooth her muscles, kneading her voluminous ass cheeks, squeezing and working Teri's butt muscles fondly, continuing down her right leg. She shifted and whimpered a little as my fingers glided over her warm skin. I patted my way up her legs and got another chance to massage her admirable cheeks. Just then I remembered her request for maximum relaxation and gave her ass a final squeeze as I leaned forward to her ear, 

"You ready for the real fun, baby?"

Teri giggled devilishly and wiggled down the bench a little in anticipation. She then bent her knees up to her waist spreading her cheeks and presenting her holes to me wonderfully; I leaned forward and kissed her perineum, savoring this moment. I gave her ass a series of firm smacks all over her voluptuous cheeks. Teri squirmed as my hand slid through her creamy seam and caressed her throbbing clit with my middle finger; she was drenched with her juices. I gave her pussy a few stern love-pats, which got her whimpering and squirming.

"My! We are enjoying this, aren't we?"

I moved to her right side, raised my hand, and brought it down on her sinewy cheeks harder this time; she yelped as the blow landed with a crisp smack. Teri writhed as I planted several more hard thwacks to her majestic cheeks. 

"Oh god, that feels so good, baby!"

Her back arched as my hand landed over her pussy a few times, and her cheeks were getting pretty warm, so I stopped to knead and caress her hot, stinging ass. Teri slowly relaxed her back and shifted comfortably on the bench as my hand parted her pussy lips and I pressed into her clit with my middle finger. She cooed and pushed back into my hand

"That's it, baby, accept the sting, and relax ... you're so fuckin' sexy."

I softly stated as I lifted my hand away from her rounded skin and reiterated my hard smacks. After spanking her firmly for the next few moments; I could feel her muscles relaxing just like I wanted. I opened a cabinet in the bench's right leg and pulled out a cushioned paddle, rubbing little circles over her enflamed skin. Teri cooed audibly as the cool leather glided over her steamy flesh. She practically squealed with delight,

"Oh, God, Daddy, I love that."

I whacked her cheeks with the implement a few times; the leather making a loud crack, as her skin was oily and damp.

"What my baby wants, my baby gets!"

Teri gasped as the instrument struck her warmed skin again and writhed, as it repeatedly landed against her stinging ass; she held her muscles tense as I kept striking her with the paddle, stopping when I saw her shoulders waver a bit; she was nearly ready. I put the paddle down and got a deerskin glove from the right cabinet. Reaching up, I felt her pink buns, and they were very warm to my touch. I got another tube of the oil from the other cabinet, and put the glove on to caress her radiant ass, kneading lovingly. Squirting some more oil on her pink skin, rubbing it all over her vibrant bum.

"Ready for the finale, baby?"

Teri looked over her shoulder with a smile and a wink of her gorgeous eye, and arched her back again, bracing herself. She waved her delicious ass at me.

"Hit me with your best shot, baby."

Putting the glove back in the cabinet, I took hold of the paddle, and thumped it against her voluptuous cheeks; it landed with a loud smack. Teri yelped and squirmed, but stayed on the bench ready for more wallops. I reared back and let the paddle fly, striking her buttocks with the face of the implement. She grunted with every hard, stinging impact but didn't try to get away. After a few droning moments, Teri collapsed on the bench with an audible sigh. Her flaming, crimson buns were two majestic, red mounds outlined beautifully in the streaming sunlight, and her juices dripped copiously from her exhausted cunt as she breathed in and out. 

Her whole body was on fire as I 'd hoped, and her breathing was rapid and deep. I lay my head against her right butt cheek and felt it's red-hot radiance, breathing deeply as I covered her cunt with my mouth; my first two fingers on my right hand slid easily and deeply into her relaxed, wet asshole, pumping her tenderly as she came violently, and I drank every drop I could get, milking her with my fingers. Teri looked back at me through tired eyes and smiled broadly,

"Thanks, baby, I needed that."

I kissed her anus and grinned, then helped her slide off the bench into my lap, glad I was in a wheelchair, so she could recline as I took her over to the bed and lay her face down on the sheet, rubbing her butt and whispering in her ear.

"Rest now, baby; you've earned it!"



Relax, Mrs. Vine



In the distant future, the environment is polluted and people have created societies inside of atmosphere-insulated bubbles. For socio-political reasons, the genders have completely separated and live in different societies. 

I sat nervously in my chair as her eyes scanned over my charts. Yesterday I had undergone a series of examinations for my yearly checkup, as was required of all citizens. Her cool blue eyes flicked up to mine.

"Everything checks out well. You are very healthy, Mrs. Vine," she said.

"That's good to hear." I breathed out a sigh of relief, but there was something about her tone that kept me waiting. The doctor flipped the chart papers over and her brow creased. Finally, she put the chart down and steepled her fingers, considering me steadily.

"However, I am a little concerned about your psychological reports," her finger traced down my chart. "It indicated that you are...feeling a little stressed?" She looked at me questioningly.

I shrugged. "I'm fine," I replied tersely. I didn't want them giving me any weird drugs. Psychological and physical health was strictly regulated in Arnum, and a doctor's treatment plan was essentially law.

The doctor pursed her mouth. "Mrs. Vine, need I remind you that lying is highly discouraged in this community? The psychological tests do not lie. Now, if you wouldn't mind being a little more forthcoming, I would like to know about the source of your stress so that you may be accurately diagnosed. Is it work?"

I think I hated this woman. "No," I huffed, "my urban planning team has been excellent."

"Home?"

"Home is great. Christine is very loving."

She raised her eyebrows. "How often do you have sex?"

I tried to be evasive and play coy. "A typical amount," I answered.

She pursed her lips again and spun around in her chair, opening up her electronic frame. She seemed to be scanning records. 

"Our records say, Mrs. Vine..." she paused as she looked more closely. "That Mrs. Christine Vine tested quite high on the sexual responses test. You, on the other hand," here her voice took on an admonishing quality, "tested quite low."

She pivoted back to me, a suppressed look of victory on her features. "Could it be that you do not show Mrs. Christine the amount of physical affection she would like? Is this straining your relationship?"

"We...cuddle and snuggle all the time," I protested lamely. I was a grown woman; I could not believe I was being interrogated in this way. 

"Sex, Mrs. Vine. How often are you willing to engage in sexual activities with your life-mate?"

I felt myself snap. "Not often! Is that a crime? Is the peace team going to arrest me? Maybe my happiness levels would be better maintained if I weren't in a relationship. Or if I were paired with someone with a lower...libido," I ended my tirade, and the doctor did not look convinced.

She shook her head. "Mrs. Vine, sexually active relationships sustain physiological health. In the meantime, I am going to make you an appointment for a medical massage. It's located in the tenth district." She began writing out a form for me.

The tenth district? As an urban planner, I knew that the tenth district was on the very periphery of Arnum. That particular wall, the north wall, had an access point with another society called Sage. We knew nothing about Sage, except that we trade goods with them. A different race, called "men" lived there, and it was a source of great curiosity for all young Arnum citizens. However, our schooling impressed upon us how the intermingling of cities would only result in war and conflict. If we were to try to identify the citizens of Sage or spread rumors, we could greatly offend them. And, knowing how delicate the system of our city was, we could not risk this. In this case, it was only responsible to be ignorant. However, memories of whispers of monsters or strange looking beings still circulated in my mind. What did they look like? Were they human? I shook my head to get the questions out of my mind. It seemed strange that I would have to go all the way out there, but a massage was better than drugs.

"That will be all," she said, handing me my slip dismissively. I was glad to be leaving. I picked up my things and headed out the door, still feeling anger and frustration bubbling from feeling so judged. 

When I got home, Christine was setting the table. When she saw me she straightened and came over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist as she brought me close. Christine and I had been friends growing up, so it had only seemed natural that we should partner up. However, it had only taken me a short while to realize my mistake. Christine felt strongly towards me in a way that I didn't feel towards her. I didn't feel that strongly about anyone, in fact. I had decided that I must be broken inside- I had no sexuality. I would sometimes touch myself, in the dark, until I reached my completion. However, no one else interested me.

"Hey baby," she whispered, kissing my lips gently.

I kissed her back, but when her tongue pressed against my closed lips I recoiled. Her look of hurt pained me. She seemed to try to shake off the rejection.

"How was your check-up?" she asked.

"Okay," I answered.

"Just okay?"

Our schedules were shared on our electronic frames, so I knew that she would know about the appointment as soon as she looked. "I'm overly stressed. From work," I lied. 

"Oh," she looked concerned, and my heart crumpled at the deceit. "I didn't know that you were stressed at work. You didn't tell me that," her last words were pointed.

"I didn't want to worry you."

She had moved on. "What did she prescribe?"

"A medical massage," I showed her my slip.

Christine's face became ashen. "You can't go to that."

"Why not?" her reaction was bizarre.

"I've heard...horror stories. Everyone who goes there isn't allowed to talk about their experience according to an Arnum legal disclosure agreement. Some people go back all the time, and some people never go back but have their minds scarred."

She was pissing me off. "Cut the shit, Christine. That isn't funny."

She looked defensive and shook her head. "I'm only telling you because I you have to ask that doctor to prescribe something else."

"She definitely won't." That woman was like an immovable rock.

"I won't stand for this," she huffed, and marched to her office. I knew that she would be calling her friends in the law department. It was nice that Christine was going to bat for me, but I thought she was being a little over dramatic.

"And I'll have you sign this non-disclosure agreement." She slid a piece of paper across the desk. She was probably the most stunning secretary I had ever seen, with silky black hair and glowing, slightly flushed skin. 

I picked up my pen, and then paused, panic sneaking into my bloodstream. "Sorry, what? Why do I need that?" Suddenly Christine's anxieties seemed well founded. 

"We have very specific techniques that only a medical professional can practice," she replied smoothly in her husky voice.

I signed my signature with a shaking hand. I didn't really have a choice, did I? She took the form away and gave me another one.

"Our reports indicate that you and your partner are trying to conceive. It that correct?" 

I was startled by this question. "Well, yes. How is that relevant?" I had secretly been a little relieved that we hadn't been able to conceive yet.

"We find that inseminations are sometimes more successful when the patient is in a deeply relaxed state," she said, reaching out to pat my hand. Her touch shifted as she ran her hand down the underside of my arm and wrist, tracing my pulse point. 

I snatched my hand away. "Are we all done here?"

She frowned, disappointed. "Right back here." She got up and led me down a corridor, and then opened up a numbered room. I was expecting the space to be sterile and cold. However, the lights were dimmed and there were artificial candles flickering instead of lights. There was a massage table in the center of the room. 

"Undress completely," she instructed, "and then lay face down on the massage table until the nurse comes in. 

"Okay," I said as she left. I hated being nude. Was that really necessary? I tried to strip quickly so that I would be laying down when the nurse came in. I felt a little soothed by the warm atmosphere of the room. I had to remind myself that this wasn't a procedure, but a massage. Except for the insemination. How was that supposed to lower my stress?

I lay down on the massage table, which I expected to be cold but was warm against my skin. There was an opening for my face, and the leathery material pressed against my forehead and cheeks as I lay my face in it.

The door clicked open suddenly, and I looked up to greet the nurse. She was another petite, sexy looking woman like the secretary. These women were so different from the doctors, who usually wore no makeup and had their hair back in tightly controlled buns. This woman also had free flowing, blown out hair and blushed cheeks. 

"Hello, Mrs. Vine. How are you today?" It was a standard greeting, but somehow she made it sound flirtatious. 

"Okay, I guess. I'm a little nervous." For the first time, someone seemed to react to my feelings. She took both of my hands as I sat up. 

"Oh honey," she said, squeezing my hands. "I know it's scary because it's new, but you'll love it. I get massages all the time," she reassured me.

"You do?" 

"I do," she smiled sweetly. "That's why I work here. Because I love them so much."

That seemed a little weird. "Thanks," I replied.

"Okay," she was back to business, "I'm going to have you lay on your back." 

I lay down on the table. There were separate areas for my hands and legs, like they were movable. She adjusted my arms into them, and I startled as I felt something press down onto my wrist. It was a...cuff?

"What is that for?" I was alarmed.

"Shh, not to worry hun, this is just so that the massage therapist doesn't have to tell you where to move your body parts, so you can just relax."

My nerves were at a high as she went down to my legs, strapping cuffs tightly around my ankles. Finally she came around and strapped down my wrist. 

"There," she said, "that's not so bad." 

"You really do this all the time?" I asked again, worried about why this was necessary.

"Oh yeah, hun, as often as I'm allowed." She moved my arms with the supports up so that they were all the way above my head. Now I was completely stretched out on the table, helpless to whatever massaging they would give me. The nurse brought a small rolling table with some devices on it and began attaching small electrodes to my chest.

"To check your pulse," she said. "It helps us to make sure that you are becoming relaxed." I looked over at the monitor. I wasn't sure if I was reading it correctly, but it looked like my heart was beating fast. 

"Alright!" she said cheerily, "I hope you enjoy it." She then walked briskly out of the room.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly at this point with nerves. Being stretched out like this made me feel vulnerable. I wasn't sure how many minutes went by before the door opened up.

I think I screamed. It was the strangest person I had ever seen in my life. She...it? Had a hard, angular face with grizzle all over it and a muscular body. 

"Please, Mrs. Vine, calm down. I know I look very different from what you are used to. I'm from Sage," the massage therapist said, hands up in defense.

It took a while for these word to sink in. From...Sage? It was like a child's story had suddenly intruded in on my daily life. This was crazy! So this was what man looked like?

"You don't look like monster," I blurted. The Sage citizen laughed. I had never heard a voice that deep in my life. It sent a strange feeling through me. 

"I'm not a monster," the therapist said, "I'm a man."

"A man?" I replied stupidly.

"A man," he repeated, walking up to the table, "I, and all of my people, are referred to as "he" instead of "she." 

"He?" I echoed him again. 

"Yes," she...he, said, smiling. "Him instead of her. His instead of hers."

I still felt stunned. I had learned about these pronoun differences in school, and I had been fascinated. "Why are you here?" 

"We are extremely skilled at medical messages," he replied. He was looking at my body. I felt myself flush, suddenly horrified. How cruel was it to make two different species meet while one is strapped down to a table?

"Look," I said sternly, "this is a little too much for me. No offence, but I didn't think that I was going to be massaged by a...a"

"Man," he finished. He paused and looked at me seriously. "Need I remind you, Mrs. Vine, that you are here as a representative of the city of Arnum? I am sure that your superiors would appreciate your showing your gracious attitude and open mindedness," he let his words sink in. "I know that mine would."

It was a thinly veiled threat. Now that I had gotten over my shock, the reality had sunk in: this alien being was going to touch me while I was naked.

"Now, once you've become more relaxed, you can forget that I'm a man instead of a woman. In fact, I have something to help you with that." He retrieved a rectangular sack that looked like it was filled with sand. He reached down and gripped my jaw, and I struggled in my restraints as he laid the sand bag over my eyes. "Be still," he ordered, and his low, foreign voice terrified me into cooperating. I suddenly noticed the smell of jasmine in the air. It was a scented bag, like the kind they used in yoga.

Gentle music began to play in the background, but I could barley hear it over the sound of my own quick breathes. 

"Please, relax," he said, and I strained to hear him walking around the table. I bucked against my restraints as I felt something warm and slippery landing on my torso. Hands followed this feeling, and my skin broke out in Goosebumps as I felt the shape of them. They were large and calloused. They felt powerful and so different from a woman's delicate hands.

His hands slid gently over my soft belly, and I tried to slow my breathing down. "That's right," he said gently. "Relax. That's a good girl," he said. His low voice sent a strange feeling through me, and I felt hypersensitive to his touch. 

He stayed on my belly for a long time before his hands began to massage my upper thighs. I felt another spark of sensation as I realized how close this strange being's hands were to my privates, and I began to breathe quickly again as I wondered whether or not he could see anything or if he would touch me there.

I breathed out a sigh of relief as his hands continued down my legs, kneading. When I forgot the insane circumstances, the message was actually excellent. I could feel my muscles relaxing under his touch. However, my nervousness peaked again when he stopped massaging my feet and came around near my face. Gently, I felt fingertips come to the sides of my temples and begin to massage in small circles. 

"Are you feeling more relaxed?" his voice was husky.

"I'm trying," I said. I was becoming more relaxed, in fact, but when he spoke in his low voice I remembered the foreignness of the situation. 

"Good. I'm glad that you are following my instructions. I want you to try to make your exhales longer than your inhales. Can you do that for me?" his voice was honeyed. Once again, I felt that it did strange things to me. With shock, I realized that I was becoming wet. Had some of the massage oil dripped down? How perverse could I be that I was becoming turned on by this whole other being, when I had never been attracted to my own race?

I focused on my breathing as he had instructed. Slowly, his hands slid down my neck and began to gently rub circles around my collar bone.

"Beautiful, Mrs. Vine," he said. "Now, I want you to hold onto this relaxation. Recall that this is a full body message, so I will be touching some of your erogenous zones. This is necessary in order for you to feel complete relaxation."

I panicked as his meaning hit home. "Wait," I struggled again at my restraints, "You can't do that!"

"I am obligated to do what ever is necessary for your health, Mrs. Vine," he replied smoothly, "and you are obligated to follow my instructions." 

I continued to struggle, but he ignored me and his oil slicked hands slid up to the upper swell of my breasts, rubbing softly. I realized with humiliation that my nipples had hardened. I could feel his eyes looking at them, my chest becoming hot. His hands slid down to encompass both of my breasts, my nipples jutting into his large palms. He began kneading roughly. Sensation shot through me at this aggressive treatment, making me wetter. How could I be turned on by this?

He continued to knead. "That's right," he said. "Just let it all wash over you."

His hands grasped both breasts and kneaded upwards until his fingertips closed around my nipples, pulling lightly. I began to moan, and then I caught myself.

"Make any sounds you need, Mrs. Vine." He continued to tug and pull at my nipples. One hand left my breast and he lifted the bag off of my eyes. I blinked slowly as I took in his strange features again. He looked at me in a way I'd never seen before, with eyes like he...wanted to eat me. 

I moaned again as both hands kneaded my sensitized breasts. "Are you feeling aroused, Mrs. Vine?" He was looking at me hard as he slowly twisted a well-oiled nipple.

"Oh!" I gasped, startled by his touch and his question. "No...No... I am..." He raised his eyebrows.

"You know," he said, circling my breast leisurely with a fingertip, "men can tell when you are lying by your physical response." He pinched a hard nipple for emphasis and I gasped. "I think you are lying. But I have to be sure."

My heart began beating double time as he came around to my feet, and used the movable table parts to separate my legs. 

"Don't do that!" I cried, struggling to close my legs.

"Insemination is part of the program," he reminded me sternly. He stepped between my separated legs, his eyes looking at my private parts with...lust? I felt overwhelmed and confused as he began to firmly massage the inner part of my upper thighs, his finger getting dangerously close. I couldn't decide if I wanted him to touch me there or not. 

I didn't have to decide, because his hands separated my labia as he sat down on a stool he had placed below the table. He reached over to the cart and retrieved something. I felt something cold and thick trickle down my folds, and I shuddered. Was it...lube?

His fingers gently parted my folds and he began to massage me firmly up and down, his hand dragging from my opening to my clit and back. I strained against my constraints as I struggled to get a breath, stunned by his intimate touch. 

"Please relax, Mrs. Vine. I have heard that you have a demanding job and home life, where you need to stay in control. But you have no control here. Just accept the relaxation." His finger dipped into my opening and I clenched down around his thick finger. It was so much thicker and different from when Christine fingered me. He continued to pump gently as his other hand rubbed my clit in circular motions. 

I could hear my breath in my ears and the slick sound of his hands manipulating me as the sensations enveloped me. His touch, my vulnerability, and my strange attraction to him overwhelmed me as I began to feel a familiar tightening in my belly. 

"I want you to come on my fingers, Mrs. Vine. Release your stress," he said, adding a second thick finger, stretching me out. The feeling of being stretched put me over the edge, and I felt my insides pulsate around his fingers as heat flushed over my body, making me tingle as I strained against my cuffs and bucked against his hands. He continued to pump me, his other hand rubbing my lower belly.




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"Very nice," he commended me. I felt like jello, completely at his mercy. However, this feeling was lost when I felt him touch me lower down.

"Woah! What are you doing?" I demanded as I felt a finger push at my rosebud. I tried to close my legs once again, but the straps kept me spread wide and available to him.

"Do I need to remind you that this is a full body massage?" He looked at me with seriousness as he continued to circle my hole. 

"No," I whispered meekly, as he began to push in slightly. His finger was so thick, and I felt a slight burn as my sphincter tried to close around it. "Breathe out, Mrs. Vine," he commanded, "Let me in." I tried to, and his finger slid in further. The burning worsened as I felt my insides quiver at his thick invasion. 

"That's right," he murmured. "Let me message you." He began to slide his finger in and out.

This was something I knew some women did for pleasure, but I had never been interested in trying it, at least not with Christine. But as his thick finger kept pushing in to re-open my tight ring, I felt heat re-kindle in my lower belly. Abruptly he pulled his finger out and stood up. He maintained eye contact with me as he shed his lab coat and took of his shirt. I was stunned as I looked at his torso. He had no breasts. Instead he had a heavily muscled chest, and his whole abdomen was defined. His arms were equally muscled, with shoulders I felt the urge to touch. He looked...strong. I heard a zipping sound and I realized that I had been so caught up that I did not notice him fully undressing. He was taking off his pants, revealing a strange looking pair of underwear. 

Here he seemed to pause, maybe for effect, as I felt curiosity and fear rise up inside me. Was his body different from mine in other ways? His fingers looped around his waistband and began to pull down.

I gasped as a long, fleshy body part sprung forth. It was longer than my hand and half as wide, with a tip that was thicker than the rest. It stood out from his belly. He waited as I examined his genitals in shock, trying to take in this strange body part. It looked like...a dildo.

"Is that real?" I finally asked. 

He smiled smugly. "Yes, very real. Your pleasuring devices are modeled after it," he informed me. He then reached down and lifted it up, revealing two heavy looking sacks hanging beneath it. 

"What is it?" I didn't know how to react to this without offending him. 

"It is what is going inside you," he told me, his voice dropping. I jerked against my restraints again at this as he stepped between my legs.

"It's too big," I whispered in fear. I had never been able to take a dildo of that size. I didn't like anything bigger than a finger or a tampon.

"You can take me," he said, massaging my thighs. Suddenly I felt something soft touch my folds. Both of his hands were still on my thighs. 

"Oh my god," I said.

"It will be easier to open you up if you relax," he murmured as he began to push inside of me. The thick, fleshy thing began to open me up and I flexed against it, struggling to stop the onslaught, but he continued to push it in as my muscles squeezed against him. The thing felt massive inside of me as I struggled to accommodate the size of it. I had rarely used dildos, and I had never used anything as big as him.

"Relax," he urged again, and my muscles rippled around him in shock. It felt like I was being split open, his flesh moving deeper within me. I moaned as I felt his organ holding me wide open for him, and when I clenched down experimentally I heard him groan. "Good girl," he murmured when he was all the way inside, the soft sacks I had seen before pressed up against my buttocks. Slowly he began to drag himself out again, my muscles closing in his wake. He kept his eyes locked on mine, watching them widen when he began to push back in again. Pain burned as he split me open once more, his large sex swelling even more within me. 

"Don't you like the way this feels inside of you, Mrs. Vine? Don't you like being stretched?" his warm, calloused hands gripped my hips firmly as he asked me this. I could only groan as he slid home quickly, my muscles fluttering around him at the abuse. I could almost feel the exact shape of him inside of me the fit was so tight, imagining the tip of his engorged organ pressing up against my tender womb. He reached up with his oiled hands and began massaging my breasts again, first kneading them and then torturing my nipples, twisting them and pulling them slightly away from my body as he began to move hard and fast in and out of me as I moaned loudly, the slick movement of his sex rough and sensuous, like nothing I had ever experienced. He began to withdraw almost all the way so that my entrance was allowed to close, only to be forced open again by the thick head of his flesh. 

"Mrs. Vine," he said it authoritatively, getting my attention through my lust. He slowed his thrusting. I looked up at him.

"I want you to squeeze down on me when I tell you to," his voice was raw and commanding as he continued to drive himself deeply within me, making me buck against the restraints.

"Now," he said. Squeeze down? What did he mean? How?

"I see you need some instruction," he said, reaching down to my nipples. When he thrust in again he squeezed them tightly, making me shout and tense up. He tensed when I did, apparently feeling pleasure from what he had made me do. "Good girl," he rubbed over my sore nipples. "Just a few more times now," he began to thrust in and out at a hard, measured pace. He pinched my nipples tight again when he had thrusted inwards.

"Please," I groaned out, "No more. They hurt."

"You will take what I give you," his eyes were hard, and I felt myself shiver and clench around his thick length that moved deep inside of me. He continued to do this, moving my legs painfully wide and thrusting in and out as he squeezed my nipples every few thrusts. I could feel the heat and tension rising in my body as I felt myself tingle at the friction he was creating inside of me, my painfully sore nipples sending electricity through me every time he pinched them. His large thighs moved against mine as the soft organs below his sex slapped against my buttocks, the moisture there squelching as he plumbed my depths. 

He took a hand off my nipple and reached towards the apex of my thighs, and as his finger began to rub slickly against me there I felt all of the fire and tension within me crescendo and snap as I cried out, bucking wildly up against the restraints, his thick sex firmly lodged within me as I shivered around him. I felt a streaming electric feeling as I felt myself gush, and opening my eyes I saw that a stream of clear fluid was erupting from me, splashing down around his pulsating organ. He shuddered, and I felt his sex twitching hard within me. I felt something hot squirt against my womb as he leaned forward over my body. We both breathed hard as his sex seemed to magically soften and grow small within me. Finally he looked up at me, his hands still gripping my hips firmly. 

He smiled as I gazed at him half-lidded. "I hope that you have found this to be relaxing," he said in his deep voice, sliding his organ from my exhausted body. "I'll be seeing you again next week for your regular appointment, Mrs. Vine."



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Brandon stared out the window as they pulled into the mall parking lot. He had no idea what they were doing there, but knowing Hannah, the day would not be a regular one.

They both got out of the car, him following close behind her as he still had no clue as to their destination. They approached a lingerie store, and he assumed they were going shopping for underwear for her. This notion was abandoned when she turned to him, and looked at him seriously.

"Behave." She demanded, loud enough for a few shoppers to hear.

He knew this to be her Dom attitude and shuttered.

"Come" she said as she entered the store, not bothering to make sure if he was following behind her. He was of course; he dare not disobey her and make her plans worse than they already promised to be.

She walked over to the panties section and started browsing. He stood there, slightly out of place. When an employee came over to her, he expected her usual 'just looking, thanks' but instead she started inquiring about the merchandise.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a lace pair of purple panties."

"What size?" the clerk asked.

"Large"

"Oh, for a friend?" she asked looking at Ashley's figure and knowing that they couldn't be for her.

"No, for him" Hannah stated, motioning towards Brandon. He blushed, finally understanding her motives.

"I'm sorry Ma'am but we don't carry men's"

"We know" Hannah smiled at him.

The clerk giggled. "Oh, I see. Right this way."

She led them to a cute pair.

"These should do." She said thanking the clerk. Brandon sighed in relief that she was making this quick.

"Hm, what will these look like on you?" Hannah asked, placing them up against him. He froze. A woman looked over and stared, as did several others.

"Hannah, please don't..." he whispered.

"I thought we went over titles and how you shall address me months ago, slut. Shall we have to repeat that lesson?" she asked. He wondered if the woman behind them could hear.

"No, Mistress." He whispered.

"What was that?'

"No, Mistress." He replied a little louder.

"Good boy, now let's go. We have one more stop before we head home."

His heart missed a beat.

Brandon sighed with relief as they left the store. The teller had eyed him with knowing looks and Hannah smiled the whole time. 

After they left she handed him the bag.

"Go put them on"

He then understood why she had forbid him to put on underwear that morning and he grasped the bag with a sigh and went to get changed. They left the mall as he walked close behind her.

They drove to a foreign part of town, one that Hannah seemed quite comfortable in and they pulled up to a store.

Brandon should have guessed. A sex shop.

She got out and motioned to him.

"Remember Hun, behave or their will be consequences."

"Yes Mistress" he responded, muffled.

She sighed impatiently.

It was a regular run of the mill novelty store, but Brandon was surrounded by fear of what she would say, or do. For Hannah it was a world of possibility.

There we half a dozen people in the store including a couple.

"Go grab some lube, the good kind. We'll need it tonight" she said as she walked away from him towards another part of the store.

He looked around for a while, paying special attention the bondage section. The chains, whips, gags and blindfolds made him shiver in slight fear and excitement. He moved quickly, not wanting to disobey her by taking too long. He found the lube she wanted, grabbed it and then hesitantly went over back over to her.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw what she was doing.

She was talking to a woman and looking over various dildos and butt plugs.

"Oh honey, yeah, over here." She called, looking up at him. "Which one should we get?" She held up two butt plugs, one slightly bigger than the other one.

He just stared at her in shock.

"Brandon. I asked you a question. Which one?"

His face went red and he didn't know what to do, let alone say.

The woman standing beside Hannah just laughed and whispered in Hannah's ear.

Hannah's response was loud enough that he was sure everyone in the store heard it flawlessly.

"You're right, I think he is getting turned on by this. Here let me check." She walked over to him and rubbed her hand across his crotch. "Yep. He's getting hard."

Everyone in the store was now staring and the couple whispered to each other and then tried not to laugh.

"Hannah, please." He whispered in her ear.

"You like this, don't you, my sweet. Everyone staring at you, knowing what a little slut you are. Does it turn you on?" she whispered back. It was not a question. It was a statement, and they both knew it.

Brandon could do nothing but stifle a moan.

"Now" she continued. "which one?"

He closed his eyes and nodded toward the larger one.

"I'm sorry what was that?"

"That one"

"Which one?"

"T....the b...bigger one" he stuttered.

"See, told you he would choose this one." She said to the woman beside her. The woman whispered something else.

"Yes, he will be pleased when he finds that out" Hannah said smiling at him. "Let's go. We have a long night ahead of us." She said goodbye to the woman, grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the cashier. They went through another embarrassing, at least for him, exchange of words, Hannah not at all hiding the fact that the plug was for him, not her."

When the girl handed her the bag Hannah made him carry it instead.

"Good boy" Hannah said as they turned to walk out. She thanked the girl and added "You can see I've trained him well"

The girl smiled and said. "Hope you have fun with him tonight"

Hannah replied. "Oh, I will"

Brandon sighed and closed his eyes as they drove home. He was getting uneasy about this, and Hannah could tell. She did not speak a word to him the whole ride, thinking over how she planned on unfolding the night. He tried not to think about it, not wanting to imagine the worst, or expect the best.

They pulled up into the driveway and Hannah got out.

"Honey, are you coming?" she asked when he didn't make any effort to move. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and got out of the car.

He followed her into the house and they proceeded straight to the bedroom.

"Strip" she commanded once she closed the door.

He did so with reserve and far slower than she wanted. She went to go grab a whip.

"Get on the bed, on your stomach, now" she said when she returned. He froze when he saw the whip grasped tightly in her hand. "I said now"

He moved onto the bed, slowly but cautiously. He breathed deeply, anticipating the first strike. He heard it pass through the air and then... nothing. He tensed for a few moments then he heard a whisper in his ear.

"Relax love, I'm here. I'm not going to hurt you. What's wrong?"

He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing, he just moaned.

"Honey, talk to me." She turned him over and stared into his deep hazel eyes. He looked back at her with a distant look. She kissed him. She was devastated when for the first time in their relationship he didn't return it. She pulled back. The lust in his eyes had disappeared, and this pained her more than anything.

"Brandon, look at me. This is not a demand, but a request. Please, Hun. Look at me." His eyes cautiously met hers. "What's wrong?"

"I....I'm s...scared" he responded, stuttering.

"Why, my sweet? Why are you scared?"

"B...because I don't know w...what you are g...going to d...do to me."

"Of course you don't, my love. You don't have to. That's what I'm here for. I'm here to teach you, to guide you. I would never hurt you. There may be pain, yes, but I will never hurt you, not truly. You are my possession, as I am yours. I will never break you. The only thing that will break you is losing trust in me."

"B...but Hannah I don't w...want this"

"Yes you do." She said as she brushed her hand gently across his hardness. "You want it but you just don't want to let yourself want it." He gasped as she stroked him, and she moved down his body to gently flick her tongue across the tip. "Now tell me again, tell me that you don't want this."

He moaned as his mind scrambled to gather the pieces of what just happened.

"Does this feel wrong to you?" she stroked along his length gently. "Does this?" she asked as she cradled his balls. "Does this?" she kissed down his neck flicking her tongue over his nipples. "Does this?" she ran her finger down his back. "or does this" she asked as she licked a finger and rubbed it gently against his opening. 

He shivered.

"Tell me to stop and I will" she continued, rubbing her finger back and forth ever so gently. She reached over to grab the lube off the bedside table.

"Hannah, please st....." he froze mid-sentence as she penetrated him with her finger, gentle pushing inside. He gasped as she pushed in farther, and he nearly came when she rubbed up against his prostate.

"Oh sorry, what was that, my love?" 

He could do nothing but moan as she rubbed him, forcing spikes of pleasure through his body. He started to move with her. When he was getting close she stopped.

"Now tell me my love, does this feel wrong to you?"

"I... I don't know... just... please..." he tried to move against her but she held him down.

"Please what my love?"

"Just... please." His voice was full of desperation.

"Tell me, my sweetness. Tell me what you want. Not what you think you should want, but what your instincts tell you, what your body craves, what your soul desires. To ignore that would be a crime against yourself, it would damage your soul. Let your soul free, my love. I'm just here to help you on your path. You can trust me to know you as you know yourself; I've been part of you, even if just for a few moments. Let us ride this wave together without any reservations, without any fears. Let your soul free. Let yourself just.... Feel" she stroked him gently, nurturing. "Tell me, my love"

"Please... make me cum"

"How?"

"Hannah don't make me...."

"Say it hun, this isn't for me, it's for you. Say it."

"I can't"

"Yes you can. I love you. No matter what, you will always be safe in my arms. Now tell me, let yourself free."

"Hannah..." She stopped all motions.

"Yes Brandon?"

"Please..." he sighed and tried to concentrate. He closed his eyes. "Please f... fuck me."

"Why should I?" she asked.

"Because I n...need it"

"Why"

"Because... I just do"

"But why?"

"I don't know Hannah!!! Just fuck me!!!"

She whispered into his ear.

"...because it is part of you. Nothing you do will ever change that. It is part of you, just like this is part of me. I crave to take care of you, you crave to feel that love and be taken care of. You crave balance... this is what I give to you. You crave to let your mind go. I crave to take care of it while you're gone. It's not who you are, but it is a part of you. I don't want just that part, I want all of you." She slowly pushed in another finger. "and I want you to want all of me."

She plunged her head down over his length taking it all down her throat while thrusting in and out of him with her fingers.

"Yes... oh Hannah... yes... fuck me please... take me..." he managed to stutter out as he shot cum down her throat and she milked it out of him.

He could barely breathe as he came down from his high, she just hugged him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Hannah... I... I didn't.. I don't..."

"Shhhh... I know my love, I know." She shushed him in a low voice. "Just sleep. Tomorrow we can speak of reality. The only reality I need right now is the knowledge that you and I are together... forever."



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Relaxation



I had such a long day. I really needed to relax. Actually, I could think of a few other things I could use tonight, but those options weren't available. Alas, I could think of nothing better than a nice, long, hot bubble bath. 

I turned on the water, adjusted the temp so it was plenty hot, and poured in some of my favorite lilac & vanilla bubble bath. While the water was running, I began lighting about a dozen candles throughout the bathroom and then I turned the lights out. There is something about the sensual glow of candlelight that I find relaxing, yet erotic at the same time. As the steam from the bath began to fill up the room, I removed my short, white satin robe and hung it on the back of the bathroom door - which was left partially open so that I could hear the soft music coming from the stereo in the bedroom. 

I turned to the mirror, naked, first brushing out my long, dark hair and proceeding to pin it up on top my head. As I lowered my hands from my head, I allowed them to follow the trail of my eyes in the mirror - down along my neck, across my throat, and lightly dipping them into the soft cleavage of my breasts. I licked my lips as I eyed my hardened nipples in the mirror, reminding myself that I was a bit disappointed to be home alone tonight.

After turning off the water flow, I stuck my toes tentatively into the water. It was so very hot, but I only wanted more. I slowly lowered my foot completely into the water, following it with my other foot as I stepped up into the tub. Gradually, I lowered myself into the bath while enjoying the tingling grasp of the water as it inched up my legs, across my ass, into my pussy and over my stomach. As I continued to lay back in the tub, the hot water covered my buoyant breasts and crawled onward up to my neck, almost at my face. Nearly my entire body was enveloped in this steamy, fragrant water.

I lay there a few minutes, just enjoying the relaxing solitude of my bath. I closed my eyes. Between the scent of the bubbles and the candles, I thought I would drift off into a nice slumber, right there in the bathtub.

Suddenly, I began to feel a familiar stirring between my legs. Apparently, my body was not in the mood for sleep after all. I slid my hand slowly from my neck, across my full breasts and my flat stomach - erotically caressing myself under the water as I made my way to the origin of my desire. Spreading my legs, I slipped my soapy fingers between my slender thighs and began softly stroking my erect clit. I was surprised at how aroused it was already. 

I forcefully cupped my entire pussy into my hand. My palm massaged my clit while my two of my fingers dipped into my needy hole. The incredible feeling caused me to slide slightly up out of the water, exposing just tips of my nipples. I lifted out a little further, making sure that my nipples were out in their entirety. Something about the release from the hot water, made the air above the water seems oddly chilly, and my nipples became rock hard instantly.

I was so enjoying the erotic nature of it all; I forced a third finger deep into my pussy and started to quickly fuck myself. As I rocked beneath the water, the waves continued to expose varied portions of my breasts - the hot water creating this incredible massage across them. My excitement was released through moans that echoed off of the bathroom walls.

I continued to fuck myself harder and harder, the hot water cascading over my body pushing me towards the edge until finally I shivered all over with pleasure. I came with such passion that I'm sure my neighbors heard my screams and moans as they rang loudly within my bathroom walls.

I couldn't be sure, but as I opened my eyes and began to focus through the steam that remained in the room, I was sure I saw your dark silhouette receding from the doorway. Is it possible that you arrived home early tonight?

Intrigued, I reluctantly began to stand up in the tub. I reached for the towel, planning to dry off a bit before tracking water across the bathroom floor. I pressed the towel lightly against my face as I started to dry off. Suddenly, I felt a hand cover my own.

"Here, let me do that for you," your deep, raspy voice commanded.

Just hearing your voice sent shivers down my spine. I immediately released the towel into your strong hands.

"Keep your eyes closed. Just enjoy what you feel," you said.

As you requested, I kept my eyes closed as you stood behind me and began to pat the water off the back of my neck. I could feel the heat of your body standing near mine as you continued to dry the water from my shoulders and down my back. I started to shift my hips slightly as you rubbed my ass with the soft towel.

"Be still or I'll stop," you warned.

Patiently, I stood quite still as you ran the towel down my legs when all I really wanted to do was turn around and pull you close. You pulled the towel away and stood up behind me. You leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. You circled around me and began to press the towel against my chest. Softly, you began massaging my tits through the towel. My nipples became so tight – aching for more individualized attention. Realizing that you were beginning to drive me mad, you continued on your journey. Patting the water droplets from my stomach. My excitement level was rising rapidly as you needed where I needed you most.

Very deliberately you skipped my pelvic area and began wrapping my right leg in the towel, following the length of my slender limb as you dried from the upper part of my thigh to my foot. You then repeated this gesture with my left leg. I was in awe of your patience, considering I could smell the scent of my desire expelling from my pussy. I could not understand how you could be so close, yet only go so far.

All of that changed as soon as you slid the towel up and in between my legs. 

"Well, it looks as if you have an extraordinary amount of dampness here, baby. Whatever will we do about that?"

My body was on fire as you made your inquiry. I could think of only one response.

"Eat me," I whispered softly.

"I'm sorry. Did you make a request?" you asked as your eyes sparkled.

Getting bolder, enjoying the game, I said, "I don't believe that towel is going to do that job. You'll need something much more absorbent. I believe your mouth is exactly what I'm looking for."

With that you lifted my left leg over your shoulder. My hot desire just inches from your face.

"I do believe you are right, darling." He winked.

Without any further hesitation, he buried his face into my pussy. My right knee buckled slightly as you separated my pussy lips with your fingers causing great tension across my clit. Your hard tongue began licked at my nub. As wet as I already was, more of my juices began to slide onto your face. You wasted no time in lapping them up. I leaned forward, pushing your face harder against me. My body nearly melted as you plunged a finger into my hole and you locked your lips onto my clit, sucking so hard I was ready to cum all over your face in seconds. Sensing this, you pulled your mouth and finger off of my. Slowly, you lift my leg from your shoulders and replacing my foot on the floor. 

"Oh no, baby. I think you deserve to finally get the good, hard fucking you were thinking about when you were in the tub earlier." He winked at me and right then I realized that you had indeed shared in my very private and intense moment. 

As you stood up, you rapidly unfastened your belt and jeans, dropping them to floor. Your erection stood straight out, rock hard and ready for action. You looked into my eyes with an intense hunger that confirmed the fact that you had been watching me.


Your chest leaned against mine. Your hands rested on my hips. You slowly walked me, backward, towards the sink. Turning me around, you reached forward and wiped most of the remaining steam from the mirror. I looked at us in the mirror, startled to see how flushed and hungry we were.

"I think you need to see some of what you missed out on earlier."

With that, you spread my hips apart, leaned forward and began to wet the tip of your cock with the juices that you found. I looked into the mirror, only to see that I was absentmindedly biting my lower life. I wanted you so badly. All I could think about was the great fucking I was about to receive. As if you were reading my mind, you stopped teasing me with your cock and met my eyes in the mirror. One look told you all you needed to know. You took a deep breath and forcefully thrust your engorged cock into my pussy.

The look for carnal satisfaction on your face in the mirror was enough to have me ready to cum right then. As I watched you, I saw the intense looks of joy, lust, and thrill wash over you. I looked at myself, at the way my body was reacting with every deep, hard plunge you took into me. Our bodies rocking together and I watched with great anticipation as your hands left my hips and slid up across my stomach. You firmly grabbed my tits, roughly rubbing and pinching them as your hips began to buck like a jackhammer pounding you into my pussy.

The sounds of our pleasure were echoing of the walls. My deep-throated moans gave you every indication that I was about to cum. Suddenly, our eyes locked on each other's in the mirror. With one final thrust you rammed your cock up into me to the hilt. You pulled me back so our bodies molded together as our mutual orgasm washed over us. We shivered and moaned as load after load of your hot cum exploded into me and I could feel it blasting against my inner walls. Panting, you were grinding your hips against my ass, making sure that I felt every last drop of your pleasure deep within me.

I lifted my arms, wrapping my hands around your neck. Turning my head to face you, my mouth met yours for the first time, our lips locking together in a passionate embrace that sent chills down my spine.

"Welcome back, baby. Did you miss me?" I playfully asked, winking.



Relaxation



I sat in my car, in normal annoying traffic. I had a stressful day and the stationary cars in front of me didn't make the day any better. My wife was going to be out of town for a few days for work, so I worked a little longer than normal. Once I left and made it to a main road I realized why I had subconsciously not left work after 4 PM. I contemplated just pulling into a parking lot to have a cigarette and try to relax a bit. I then realized that that action would probably just compound the problem, letting traffic build up while I attempted to settle down. After 20 minutes of sitting almost completely still I decided to break my wife's rules and lit a cigarette. I rolled down all the windows and tried my best not to fill the car with smoke. It was a hot and sticky day outside and I lamented at the fact my air conditioner only worked well if I was moving. I leaned my head out the window and tried to cool off, like the dog that was about five cars in front of me. To no avail I sat in my car and sweated profusely. 

After what seemed like hours I finally made it to the main street, heading closer and closer to my house. I checked the clock, it was a little after 5 PM. I glanced down Poplar Street and had a eureka moment. It was Thursday afternoon and the yoga studio my wife and I had sporadically attending was within a few hundred yards. I then realized I wasn't exactly dressed for a yoga class. I turned down Poplar and parked in the parking lot; I dug through the backseat and found a hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts. I figured it was close enough and I took off my over shirt, and looked around before undo my belt and sliding down my work pants. I quickly replaced my pants with the shorts and tied the waistband tightly. I got out of the car and vaguely checked myself against the reflection on my driver side door. "Wow I kind of look like a homeless guy," I joked internally, making me snicker a little. I opened the back hatch and pulled out my yoga mat. As I walked towards the door it occurred to me that it's been a long while since I actually practiced yoga. "This is either going to be really relaxing, or cause more problems relating to stress," I thought. 

As weird as it seems, I am actually a little self conscious about my yoga, and exercise in general. I sometimes feel that people judge how well I do. Maybe that makes me a little odd but it seems to invade my thoughts more often than I'd like to admit. I opened the door to the studio and promptly removed my shoes and socks; I unzipped my hoodie and put it on the hanger with my keys. "This is going to be good for me," I tried to convince myself as I walked into the class. 

Nicky, the instructor, was seated facing away from me as I entered and was talking to the other two students in the class. Christine was one of the students, a short brunette with a very curvy frame and slightly longer than shoulder length hair. The other girl was unfamiliar to me; she was blonde and a little taller than Christine, and very gifted in the bosom department. They were both dressed in more appropriate clothes than I. Christine was in yoga pants and an athletic top, basically a sports bra with a little more fabric. Her friend was wearing yoga capri pants and a t-shirt that was short enough to expose her waistband of her pants. I pondered that maybe her huge breast had a little to do with her shirts shortcomings. Nicky was dressed in her usual black yoga pants, and black tight shirt. It was reminiscent of a scuba suit, and clung very much to her tiny, thin frame. It was very flattering especially from my perspective. The way she was sitting made her butt cheeks spread out perfectly at the bottom of her spine. 

Nicky immediately became aware of my presence and turned and welcomed me. 

"Hey Derek," she said as she bounded towards me like an excited puppy when you come home from work, "long time, no see." She said with a mixture of happiness and concern. 

"Hey," I said bluntly, trying not to stare too long at her body as it shook in all the right places as she neared me. 

"Where's Erica?" She asked in a more dulcet tone. 

"Away on work..." I said, "...again." 

A brief wave of relief swept over her face, "Oh, well we are glad to see you again."

I recognized then that it had been a while since we both had attended class. I felt a short explanation was appropriate, "We have both been very busy." I ended my thought there, assuming that was a good enough response to the unasked question. 

"Hey you," Christine said as I passed her. I responded back and smiled politely at her then turned and did the same to her friend. 

The classroom was small and only allowed the mats to be arranged in roughly 3 rows only about 3 across. The three was cut to two across because the class had been working on twists, which took up more floor space than other practices. I spread out my mat behind Christine and joined the rest of the class in Sukhasana pose. (Basically we were sitting Indian style with your hands on your knees). Nicky continued what she had been saying before my arrival, something about the charities the studio supported with our money. She looked up at the clock and said, "We will start in about five minutes," she got up and walked between Christine and her friend, then behind me and set up the cd player. Christine turned and looked at me and said, "This is Denise, she goes to school with me." Denise and I exchanged the proper greetings, and I asked Christine how things were going. 

She sighed slightly frustrated, "Oh, very stressful," she smiled at me, "How about you?"

"A lot of the same, I'm afraid," I replied with a small tone of humor to my voice. "That's why I'm here." I ended.

"Denise is studying to be a physical therapist," Nicky said as she walked past me and made her way to the front of the classroom. "Christine suggested she attend," Nicky said with a nod to Christine, "she has never practiced before so today's class might be different than normal." 

She looked at me and I nodded in approval. "What do I care?" I thought, "Maybe she won't notice how bad I am at this." I thought to myself, referring to both Nicky and Denise. 

Nicky checked the clock again, "Well I guess we are it," she said, "let's get started by lying on our backs." She looked at Denise and hinted that this class was follow by example, as Nicky got herself into the pose. Denise followed and lay on her back with her legs apart and feet on the floor. Nicky got up and walked over to Denise and whispered, "I'm a hands-on adjuster, is that okay?" Denise nodded and Nicky moved her legs into the proper place and continued the class. 

"Since we have a new guest," Nicky said as she made her way back to her mat, "this will be a very slow class." 

"That's fine," Christine and I almost simultaneously responded. Nicky clapped with joy before getting back into our first pose. "Now slowly let your legs fall to either side into Supta Baddha Konasana." We all followed her lead and my legs slowly spread, and my hips popped making me grunt a little. "Is everyone okay?" Nicky asked the class, but it was obviously directed at me. I responded with a hand held high with thumbs up. 

After doing a few hip twists we made it to our hands and knees. Despite my best efforts I kept glancing from side to side, all that was in front of me were two round bottoms staring back at me. Nicky noticed I was looking and spun around exposing her butt to me as well, as she instructed the class on how to do Cats and Cows. Cats were where you roll your back up, like a stereotypical Halloween cat. Cows were where you would drop your stomach and push out your butt. As the women in front of me did this I intentionally offset my rhythm to where I was in cat while the others were in cow. I did this almost every class, when all the students in front of me would go into cow, I would get a great view. I know that this wasn't the purpose of yoga, but honestly it made me more relaxed. Partially from a perspective of a semi-sexual stance, but also from a stance that they looked as awkward as I did. Occasionally I would catch each girl, glancing at me through their legs, either accidentally or intentionally, I wasn't sure. 

"Okay, class," Nicky said, "on your last cat, move up into downward facing dog." After one set she moved into the pose. I being offset from the class was a beat behind everyone. This also gave me a good look of each woman bent over poking their ass in the air. I smiled as I moved into downward dog, then I glanced down at my legs to make sure they were properly aligned. To my surprise I had a half erection, which was very noticeable in the shorts I was wearing. "Was that what the other members of the class been looking at? Did anyone else notice this but me?" My mind raced with questions, and I started to get even more self conscious that I had already been. Before I could think another thought I felt Nicky's hands on my lower back, pressing down, like she always did. Her hands slid up and down my lower back and almost to my butt cheeks. Her thighs were pressed against the back of my legs, and for the first time I felt a sexual tone to her hands. 

She finished her adjustments and I coyly glanced up and saw her do the same to the other students. "Had she noticed my arousal?" I asked myself. 

"Now let's do some sun salutations." Nicky said she again positioned herself at the head of the class. For those of you who haven't done sun salutations they are relatively simple. You start in a standing position then lift your hands above your head then bend at the waist. Next you step back one of your legs into a lunge, then the other to a push up position. You press down, and then arch your back pushing your chest out and up. Then back to downward dog, then lunge, then bent at the waist and finally standing again. I realized as we went from standing to bent over at the waist, having an erection will make this series a bit difficult. So instead of alerting the class to my arousal, I chose to move into child's pose, instead of continuing the flow of poses. 

I had told Nicky when I started attending classes I had a shoulder injury that would flare up occasionally making some poses a little painful. I hoped she would assume this was the case, and continue on without me. In reality, I was in child's pose trying to will away my hardened member. Since our class had done a twist class before I knew that legs on the wall would be next, and having to rearrange our mats, I knew it would be very difficult to hide my arousal from the rest of the class. 

Thankfully Nicky did as I suspected and kept the rest of the class going without me. And once the remainder of the class did the series a couple of times more, she announced legs on the wall as I also suspected. Unfortunately child's pose did not remedy my problem. In fact, it worsened it. My original half-erection was now a full blown throbbing hard-on. As the rest of the class began to move their mats, I swallowed hard and got out of child's pose. I tried to hunker a little but realized quickly, it was futile. To my surprise, not a one person said or really reacted to my arousal. Part of my brain was relieved, the other a little insulted. We all worked our way to legs on the wall. Nicky was furthest from me, then Christine, then Denise. All of us placed our legs on the wall and prepared for the remainder of the practice. I lay on the floor with my legs up and my hands stretched out, like a "T" and sighed a little from relief that I wasn't embarrassed by the shift to this new position, and also relaxation. I was actually relaxing, more than I usually do. 

Nicky instructed us to do a twist that made us all shift our legs to the right. As my legs almost contacted the floor I felt Denise's brush against my back and butt. "Sorry, "she whispered. "No worries," I whispered back. Again my self-consciousness rose. "Was she sorry she touched me? Or Sorry about the fact that I had an erection? Or Sorry about the size of my erection?" my mind raced again, and my sense of relaxation faded. My face was flushing as we twisted to the other side. I had no choice but to put my feet between Denise's ass and the wall, "Sorry." I whispered but she just nodded. We twisted back to the other side, I then felt Denise's feet between my ass and the wall. She flexed her feet and her toe lightly brushed the underside of my balls. I tried not to react, I couldn't tell if it was an honest accident, or intentional. As we shifted back to the left side, I did the same to her, and I almost gasped as I flexed my toe and felt her crotch was soaking wet even through her yoga pants. We shifted back to center and put our legs back up straight. I glanced over at Denise briefly, her eyes were closed and she was calm and almost completely relaxed. As I shifted my eyes toward the ceiling, Nicky came into my view. She calmly reached down and massaged my shoulders and then my chest and said in a sultry tone, "Relax."

I pretended I didn't hear it, and had my eyes closed as she finished massaging my shoulders. She went back to her mat, and asked the class, "This might be a longer class than normal. Is that okay with everyone?" We all responded affirmatively. I was a little confused as I glanced up at the clock, normally at around this time we would be making our way towards our final relaxation pose. She instructed us to rearrange our mats like they were before we moved to the wall. She moved to the front of her mat. She looked around the room, as if checking everyone's faces. "Now class we are going to try something new."

I didn't think much of it, but I nodded in approval as did my classmates. She went over to the windows and closed the blinds and turned down the lights. The room was now dimly lit, but it was still relatively easy to see. Nicky retook her place and said, "Okay class this is a form a relaxation I learned when I was in California last month." I looked at her questioningly as she continued, "Now class, this is your decision but I urge you to at least try." She paused, "We are going to do our final few poses naked." Without missing a beat she reached to her waist and took off her shirt in one sweeping motion. Both Christine and Denise paused only briefly and did the same, just as Nicky was removing her yoga pants I glanced forward and saw she wasn't wearing any underwear. As Christine and Denise undressed, I felt like a deer in headlights when Nicky looked at me. Without a word she asked with her eyes, "What are you waiting for?" 

Now I'm no prude. I've been skinny dipping and I've done some really risqué things involving nudity. But never have I done something like undressing in a class, with people I barely knew. Christine and Denise were now fully nude, facing away from me they didn't notice I hadn't followed Nicky's lead. Nicky still was staring at me as she continued with the instructions. I reluctantly pulled off my shirt and started to undo my string on my waistband. I stripped to just underwear, I figured I shouldn't go further. As the other girls moved into the next position, downward facing dog, they all looked between their legs at me. I felt on the spot and slowly pulled down my boxer briefs, revealing my hard throbbing erection. I glanced around and saw a small smile appear on all the class's face. I positioned myself in downward dog. I stared down at my erection and thought, should I just get dressed and leave? Before I could make a decision I felt Nicky's hands on my back again, massaging deeper this time. She slowly and cautiously moved her hands down a little.

I kept my eyes closed, not really knowing what to expect next. Suddenly I felt her hands slide around my hip bones and felt her hands wrap around my throbbing cock. I tried not to jump or react but couldn't contain a low quiet moan as it escaped my lips. Nicky slowly moved her hands up and down the shaft, as calmly and the same speed as she massaged my back. "Was this the new relaxation technique?" I thought as I felt something new, lips brushed across the tip of my cock, and then a tongue. I parted my eyelids a bit, trying not to obviously open them. Through my limited view I could see Christine on her hands and knees arching her back and slowly starting to tease my cock with her tongue and lips. Again before I could react I felt another mouth deeply kiss mine. It was Denise; her tongue probed my mouth as she kissed me more passionately. 

"Now let's move to another pose," Nicky said as if she was still instructing, "now we are going to use lying happy baby pose." She grabbed my hips and pulled me up into a standing position and guided me to the floor on my back. I kept my eyes closed and she directed me further into the pose. I lie on my back and spread my legs apart with my knees in my chest and hold them apart with my hands on my feet. I immediately felt what I assumed was Christine's mouth on my member again she worked her tongue up and down the shaft then to my balls. A little to my surprise she stopped for a brief second then I felt her tongue run up and down my ass. I assumed she had turned over and was now on her back as she continued to lick my ass, I felt a second pair of lips engulf my hard cock. Before I could let out a moan I felt two legs straddle my head. Nicky then slowly lowered her pussy to my lips, her ass faced my body and she began to gently rock her hips as my tongue willingly explored her cunt. "Wow, she tastes fantastic." Was the extent of thought I could muster. The rest of my brain was almost drained, it was trying to process all the sensations it was feeling. 

Denise began to work her mouth up and down my cock, as Christine continued to lick my ass. Denise quickened her pace as I felt Christine slide her tongue in my ass. I involuntarily moaned into Nicky's warm wet pussy lips and I removed my hands from my feet and cupped her ass as I licked her more intently. Nicky's hip rocking increased as she began to quietly moan, "Oh yes, that's it." It was a combination of her teaching tone, and that sultry one I had heard her use earlier when she said to relax. Denise sucked my cock more and gagged a bit as she went faster. Christine soon replaced her tongue with a finger and was steadily running in and out of my ass. I could hear what sounded like Christine sucking Denise's nipples. My suspicious were proven when Denise paused from fellating me and moan "Oh Christine, suck those tits." Nicky rocked faster and I could feel her reach down and grab my hair, grinding her delicious pussy into my face. I moved my hands down and used some of her dripping pussy juice to lubricate my finger. I promptly pushed it up her ass to no objections. She moaned louder, "Oh fuck yes!!" Christine and Denise began to move faster, I felt my body could scarcely resist anymore. I muffled into Nicky's cunt, "I'm gonna cum." 

Neither of the girls stopped, it actually felt like they sped up. I began to gently rock my hips, moving my cock deeper into Denise's mouth. Christine slid a second finger inside of me and began to massage my prostate. Nicky too, was nearing an impending orgasm, as she began to ride my face hard and fast. She panted, "oh fuck, oh fuck...." I grunted loudly as my cock pulsed, Denise instinctively deep-throated my cock as I erupted in her throat with three large spurts of cum. Denise moaned loudly as she swallowed every drop. Nicky almost immediately yelled, "Fuck I'm cumming." She pulled her pussy away from face and I felt her squirt all over my mouth and chin. I continued to finger her ass, she squirted more and more. Her legs started shaking and she almost collapsed to her hands and knees. I opened my eyes to see Nicky's soaked pussy inches from my face. Her legs still quaking she crawled off of my face. I leaned my head up a bit to see Denise, wiping her mouth and Christine still pumping my ass, her eyes met mine as she engulfed my semi-hard cock. 




Relaxation



She began to coax my dick back to a full on erection again, wasting no time she straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my cock. I moaned as my member penetrated her warm wet cunt, she echoed my moan as she bottomed herself out on me. She stared at me with fervor as she began to slowly rock up and down on my shaft. Our eye contact was broken by Denise stepping over my waist, she stood with her back to Christine and face me as she bent down and spread her cheeks. She moaned as she kissed me and simultaneously felt Christine's lips caress her pussy. I broke our kiss momentarily to examine the room for Nicky. Being dimly lit it was hard to see where she was. All of the sudden she stepped out of the "Prop room," I started at her eyes and then scanned down to see she had a, what seemed to be, foot long strap-on attached to her waist. She smiled at me and walked towards my feet. She took Denise by the hips and moved her back slightly. Christine leaned back and allowed Nicky access to Denise from behind. 

"Fuck my ass," Denise moaned as she leaned down and kissed me again. Nicky obliged her and pressed that massive dildo against her ass. Denise's face cringed slightly but then relaxed as she moaned, and the dildo entered her deeply. Christine continued to ride me, going a little faster than she did before, but not so fast she couldn't enjoy Denise's pussy. I put my hands on Denise's shoulders to keep her from tipping forward as Nicky explored her ass deeper. "Oh god, I love it," Denise moaned as she closed her eyes and kissed me again. Christine's hands were now massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples as Nicky inched her large strap-on all the way inside of Denise's hungry ass. 

After a few seconds everyone was moving at the same pace, Christine riding on my cock and Denise getting ass-fucked by Nicky. Moans filled the air, as we all were lost in near ecstasy. Denise was the first to break, "Oh fuck Nicky, make me cum, I'm so close." Nicky responded by grabbing her hips and pushing the strap-on in and out of her ass as fast and hard as she could. Moments later Denise, howled in pleasure as she orgasmed once then again as Christine sucked hard on her clit. Nicky pulled the strap-on out of her ass and knelt on the floor behind Christine. Without a word she rubbed the fake member against Christine's ass. Denise moved out of the way as Christine merely leaned forward, allowing Nicky better access and assumed permission. Nicky spread her cheeks and spit on the plastic tip, and pushed it into Christine as slowly as she did Denise. Christine began to pant as Nicky thrust in and out, causing her pussy to clamp and release as she slid up and down my cock. 

Christine lost all control and moan, "God..., fuck,... oh,.." she was in an orgasmic daze, she could barely talk as she came repeatedly for Nicky and I both. Christine could take no more and slowly removed the two phallic objects and crawled off of me. 

"Now let's try happy baby pose again." Nicky said now completely in her seductive, sultry tone. I didn't hesitate and pulled my legs up. At this point I was beyond reasoning; an actual thought didn't enter my brain until I felt the tip of that large dildo press against my ass. I assumed it would be pain but it wasn't entirely un-enjoyable. She moaned at me, "Relax." I tried my best to do as instructed. I could feel the tip of the strap-on entering me. In that same instant, I felt her hands wrap around my cock and start to stroke it. Still wet from Christine's pussy, her hands massaged my member with skill and determination. While my body focused on her hands she had slid the dildo almost completely inside me. Without realizing it she was fucking me and jerking me. I moaned once I let my mind go, "This is absolutely amazing." I thought.

Nicky looked down at me and smiled and said, "Mmmm you like it don't you." The instructor that I had seen less than two hours ago was gone. She was transformed into this amazing, sex-crazed being. I just nodded as she continued to slide her hands up and down my cock. I watched her breasts bounce slightly as she began to go inside me harder and faster. I moaned at the sight, and closed my eyes again. I felt her slow down a bit and I opened my eyes again, Christine and Nicky were now locked in a very intimate kiss. Christine's hands were caressing her breasts as their tongues intertwined. She slowly pulled Nicky out of my ass, for a moment I was (sad?). She then reached down and undid the strap-on and coaxed Nicky to her hands and knees. I sat up and Christine grabbed my cock and guided me to a kneeling position behind Nicky. 

Without a word she lined my cock up with Nicky's ass, and then with a hand on my ass pushed me towards her. My cock slid deep into Nicky's ass, she responded with a guttery moan, "Oh fuck my ass Derek." I complied and began to pound Nicky's ass. She put her head on the floor and poked her butt out more allowing me to go deeper and deeper. I glanced down and saw Christine on the floor perpendicular to Nicky and with her head between her legs licking her pussy. Nicky was in absolute bliss, "Mmm yes, give it to me good." Christine and I did. I pumped hard and deep and moaned loudly, "Mmm Nicky I'm gonna cum in your ass." Nicky replied by moaning, "Fucking give it to me." With those words I gripped her hips hard and thrust in her deeply as my cock exploded inside her. I thrust three more times, hard and long as every drop was emptied out of me. 

After a few moments we all lay on our mats panting and breathing heavily. Nicky spoke up, "did everyone enjoy our class?"

We all answered with a moan, too drained to form words anymore, and completely and utterly relaxed. 

"Then we will try it again at class Saturday night." She said and we all chuckled

To be continued....



Relaxation



We head into the room marked with a big "4," Jay just ahead of me. Once he gets the stubborn deadlock bolted closed, I start stripping down. Steam rises off the hot tub, though the jets are off, and the thin mattress has a fresh sheet.

Jay removes his shirt and I take a moment to gaze hungrily at his barrel chest and broad shoulders. Once I liked hairless boys, but when I met Jay, my tastes matured and I realized what I wanted was a man.

Still watching him, I climb into the hot tub. The water envelops me, welcomes me with its velvet warmth. I close my eyes and release my heavy thoughts with a sigh, slipping my hand between my legs to encourage the sensation of the jets. For now, it's not Wednesday, it's a sacred hour of heat and love.

The water shifts as Jay climbs in beside me. He settles in across the way, a jet against his back, and for the first time in weeks the lines on his face loosen. His eyes still closed, he smiles.

I slip my finger inside myself, but it is unsatisfying. What I want is my husband's cock. I drift across the hot tub, reaching to grab his knees in my hands. Jay opens his eyes. "Hi, you."

I almost draw back, so overwhelming is the love on his face. His hands reach for me, pull my face to his, but slows at the last second so when our lips touch, it is a spark, a tender remembrance of our first kiss. I am back on his bed, fluttering with nervousness, and he is pressing me down into the down comforter, his finger on the bottom of my chin, his lips perfect - not too moist, not too rough. Softer than light. Soft as love.

We kiss. Again. Jay slips his tongue between my lips. I rise up in the water, wrapping my legs around him so I straddle him on the bench. I grasp his hair in one hand and kiss him, left to right, my tongue slipping into his ear so he moans and tightens. I could be fourteen, alive with the possibilities of my body. This is the power Jay holds over me, awakening even the most reluctant vestiges of my sexuality.

His hands grasp my waist, one on each hip. He pulls me down into the water and I reach for him. I barely have to go below the surface of the water to find him. I slip him inside, and he pushes a relieved sigh out of me. "I need this," I whisper into his ear, and he grabs my ass and uses the water to drive into me.

He holds me so tightly that I can barely move - not that I have to; my pussy is doing the work, alive of its own accord, clenching him with a fearsome desperation and need. He throws back his head and snarls out a laugh through his teeth, possessive and powerful. I shudder, melting into him. He fills me, raking my inner walls.

Suddenly Jay lifts me bodily and sets me on the side of the hot tub. He points wordlessly to the bed. I scramble out and slink across the distance between the tub and the mattress, then settle on my knees with my ass proffered off the edge of the bed. I hear the water splash as Jay gets out, too, and then his cock is back inside me, my void filled, my need satisfied. I grunt and woof like a dog in heat as he pulls me to him, his powerful legs propelling him into motions that slap my ass so hard I cry out.

He slaps me again, with his hand this time, and I come so hard I see spots in my vision. Even as I try to recover my breath, Jay shoves me in a 90-degree turn so he can climb onto the bed behind me. He presses my face down into the mattress and my pussy gushes with satisfaction. Rarely do I think about our labels, but now, my mind is consumed with it: I am your possession. I am your property. I am your lover.

This last, as he slaps my ass again and comes himself when my pussy clenches up. If he says something, if words materialize in the midst of bliss, I don't recognize any but my name. "Amber." Just a soft, adoring whisper as he slumps over me. I slip down so we are parallel to the mattress, his weight comfortingly warming me.

Months of hardship, family squabbles, work crises...it all fades away, for a while.

"Thank you," I whisper, and reach up to touch his stubbly cheek. "For everything."

"There's a pretty goddamn big list of reasons why I married you," he says, a smile in his voice, "and that was one of them."



Relaxation



I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom. As you walk in the light glow of the candles draw your eyes to the dancing flames all around the room. You smell the subtle, sweet scent in the air. You feel me come behind you, wrapping my arms around you and placing a soft kiss to your neck. "Tonight, I have every intention of showing just how much I enjoy every inch of your beautiful body." My warm breath sends a little shiver down your body as my hands slowly lift your shirt up. My hands lightly scratch the newly exposed skin of your back before I unhook your bra, tossing it to the floor to join the discarded shirt. A little moan escapes your mouth as my hands come up to cup your full chest. I squeeze a little more as I lay kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck. My hands slide down your stomach, teasing the skin just under the waistline of your pants. I undo the button, and rid you of your remaining clothes. "Get on the bed, lay on your stomach." 

As you go I take off my own clothes. You get settled and it's not long before you feel my naked legs straddle your ass. You can feel my nakedness as I playfully grind into you before I get to work. Grabbing some oil, I begin to massage your neck and shoulders. My hands pushing into your skin, rubbing out spots to make you feel more relaxed. My hands travel down your back. I'm getting worked up at the feel of your skin under my hands. Feeling your muscles move under my hands, knowing that I am causing those small sounds of pleasure that are falling from your mouth makes it hard for me to keep control. As much as I'd like to give in, I want this to last.

After spending a good amount of time on your shoulders and back, I move so I can touch lower on your body. My hands move down to caress your ass. I spend more time than necessary on that particular area, but I'm really enjoying the way you are squirming under my touch. I can tell you're trying not to, but your hips are moving in a slow rhythm. I surprise you by lightly biting down on the flesh, then licking and kissing to sooth the spot before my hands move down your legs. The smooth skin I find makes my heart race a little. I take a moment to settle myself down before a lay my body flat over yours. You feel my breasts against your back and my center pushed into your ass. I nibble on your ear a little before I ask, "you enjoying yourself darlin'?" You manage a happy sound and I see you smile. I grind my hips into you and your smile changes into a small gasp. "Roll over baby, time to do the front." 

You turn and for a moment I just can't help but stare. The sight of your body makes my mouth go dry. I hear you let out a low laugh and look up to see a smirk on your face. I lean over you to capture your lips with my own. This kiss is intense; I suck your bottom lip between my own. I stroke my tongue against your lips and you open for me, allowing our tongues to dance against each other. Both of us release moans as the sensations running through our bodies build. You bring your hands up to tangle in my hair. That reminds me of the mission I am on and I slow the kiss to a stop after a few more soft pecks. 

"I still have some work to do here," I smile and grab more oil. This is where it gets really fun for both of us. My hands lightly move to your large, full breasts. I run my nails over you, lightly scratching as I enjoy the sight below me. I cup and squeeze each breast with a good amount of pressure. As I continue I can't help but look at the way your face is contorting in pleasure. Small moans and gasps are released from your mouth and they send a jolt straight to my pussy. I can feel myself getting wetter as I continue my menstruations. I move my hands down your stomach teasing the spots just about your center. You are raising your hips trying to get me to touch you were the heat is burning so hot you think you might burst.

I laugh a little as I move my hands down your hips and down your legs, not even getting close to your sex. I can see your wetness glistening from that beautiful pussy. I can't wait to get my mouth on you but this slow torture is amazing. I run my hands down your legs. When I get to your feet I start to move back up your body but this time with my mouth on you rather than just my hands. My tongue runs over the skin on your legs. I place kisses on each leg, moving from side to side. Paying a little more attention to the spot just behind your knee, a playful nip makes you jump as my hands start running up your thigh. 

My tongue follows that path until I reach the apex of your thighs. I look up at your face as my hands finally cup your heated core. We lock eyes as I feel how wet you are. A small whimper leaves my mouth as I realize how worked up I made you. "Feels to me like you're ready for the last part of the massage," I say as I rub slightly against your pussy. You nod and moan, urging me to continue. I decide to have a little more fun. "What do you want from me? I want to hear you say want you want." You moan then say, "please touch me. I want your mouth on me. Lick me pussy." 

At those words I can't hold back any more. I position myself between your legs. Taking a moment to just breathe in your scent, you smell so amazing. I flatten my tongue against you and took a long, slow stroke from top to bottom of you. I moan out load sending vibrations to your body. I could almost cum right now with just the taste of you now in my mouth. I take a few more strokes up and down your wetness. Then I lick and suck your lips. Spending my time covering every inch of you, enjoying the way you feel in my mouth. 

After I explore your lips I move to tease your opening. My tongue circles around the tight muscle before I put it inside of you. Your hips fly off the bed at the sudden pleasure of being filled with my tongue. I move one hand to hold your hips and the other reaches up to play with your nipples. I continue with slow, strong thrust of my tongue inside of you for a few minutes before I reluctantly let go of your chest to bring my hand back down. I remove my tongue and pepper your pussy with soft kisses and licks. I look up and see that your eyes are closed and your hands are fisted in the sheets, eagerly awaiting my next move. 

Still looking up at you, I insert a finger into you. You cry out and open your eyes to look at me. I keep looking at you and add a second finger when I feel you are ready for it. The moans and curses dropping out of your mouth are music to my ears. I get a good steady rhythm going with my two fingers before I bend my head back down to your center. My hand thrusting, I kiss your clit with a light pressure. My tongue makes contact to lick you. Your hand tangles in my hair and I know you are getting close.

I run my tongue in circles on your clit while my fingers pick up speed. I can feel the muscles inside of your pussy start to pulse around me, one of the sexiest feelings in the world. I put my mouth around your clit and suck while my tongue still makes its circles. My fingers are pumping faster and harder and your moans are getting louder. My breathing is as hard as yours but I don't let up. After a few more thrusts, your pussy clamps around my fingers, your hand tightens its grip in my hair, your hips buck, and my name is being screamed from your mouth. Feeling you cum and hearing you scream my name is enough to cause my own climax. As your body comes down, I continue to lightly lick your center. The aftershocks still making you shake a little. Your body stills and I know that means I should be done. I place one last kiss on your mound and look up at you, still enjoying your taste in my mouth. "You feeling relaxed or should I try that again," I say with a wink.



Relaxation



After a long day of work, you just need to be pampered.

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Relaxation Method



I was 22 years old, a student in the university. I had just finished finals and needed a break. I decided that I would go out to my favourite gay club. It was early in the evening and there was not much going on, so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. 

About ten minutes later a woman sat next to me. She was probably about 40, long black hair, about 5'8", dark eyes and a great figure. Her name was Linda. We started to talk about how this place was very slow, she said that things don't start happening till later and was I new to the area; I told her no but, with lessons and all, I didn't get out much. We talked for a long time and had a lot to drink. She was a really nice person, so when she invited me to her house the next day, which would have been Saturday, I didn't refuse. She wrote down her number and gave it to me. I told her that I would try and make it. She told me to bring a bathing suit as she had a pool and it would be a nice way to spend the day. That was all that night.

In the morning I got up and thought that it might be nice to just relax and go swimming, so I gave her a call and asked her what time would be alright to come over. She said that about 1.00' pm would be fine. I got the bus, followed her directions and had no trouble finding her house; it was huge, set way back on the property. When I ringed the bell Linda came out to great me. We went in and had a couple of drinks at the pool, we talked some more and she told me why don't I get my suit on and we could take a dip. I said ok and got changed in the house. When I came out she was standing there in a two-piece suit; she looked so great, her body was perfect with rather large breasts and a small waist. 

We swam for a while, chilling and laughing. Then we got out and lay on some lawn chairs. The sun was hot. Linda said that I should have some sun tan lotion on or I would burn. She offered to put some on my back, so I rolled over and let her do it. Her touch felt like heaven as she massaged the lotion in, first starting with my feet and then up my legs. When she touched my inner thighs, I could feel myself getting aroused. She continued up onto my back and kneaded the lotion in. It felt so good. 

This is when she told me that I was full of knots and I needed to relax. I agreed and told her that it must be all the pressure from the university exams. She laughed and said to follow her. We went into the house and down a long hall to a bedroom, where she told me to lay down on the bed and she would give me a massage. 

"That's ok," I said, "but I don't want to put you to any trouble."

" It's my pleasure," she replied smiling wide, "don't mind dear!"

So I lay there, with her giving a massage that felt great. I thought that I was beginning to relax when she said that I was still too tense but that she could help with this. I didn't know what to expect. She told me that she could hypnotize me and get my body to relax. She said that in her line of work this is done all the time. I had forgotten that she told me she was some kind of doctor, but I did not remember what kind, as this was the night before and, after all those drinks, I had forgotten it. I was not too comfortable with this but she insisted. She was nice and had led me to believe that everything would be ok. So I agreed and she said that she would be right back.

When she returned, she had a small crystal on a piece of string. She told me to sit on the bed and to watch the crystal and to relax and listen to what she was saying. I was sitting there watching the crystal and relaxing as she told me to relax and that I was feeling sleepy, that I couldn't keep my eyes open and to let them close. 

This must have worked, because the next thing that I remember is waking up in a somewhat darker room. I tried to move my hands but they were pinned to my side. As I looked down I saw that I was wearing some kind of leather belt around my waist and that my wrists were in leather cuffs and attached to this belt. My ankles were also spread open as wide as they would go and attached to a belt that ran across the width of the bed and leather cuffs on them. As I was getting scared I saw Linda sitting at my side. She was completely nude. 

I tried inefficiently to say something; there was something in my mouth. Whatever it was, it prevented me from making a sound. I had a look of fear on my face when Linda told me not to worry because all this was part of the therapy and that being secured to the bed would make everything easier. The gag was a softball that was large and would stay firmly in place with several leather straps fastened tightly behind my head and under my chin. She said this was to keep down any unwanted noise. She added that we were alone in the house but noises wouldn't let the therapy be efficient. 

As I tried to free myself or utter anything, she assured me that I was going nowhere, so I had to relax and enjoy what was to come. When I looked down there was another leather strap, just under my breasts. This strap ran to both sides of the bed and pinned me there securely. Linda started to massage my breasts, cupping them and rubbing them until she got to the nipples. She pinched my nipples between her index fingers and thumbs, first softly then with more pressure, pulling them out from my body. To my surprise, my nipples got hard as rocks! 

"You see? You are learning now!" she winked.

She bent down and placed my right breast in her mouth and sucked it, flicking her tongue over my nipple. The heat was building in my body and I could feel a wet spot forming in my pussy. I tried to struggle but to no prevail. She had now gone over to the other breast and done the same. I was getting very excited. I wasn't sure about to let this happen but the feeling was too great. 

Long time later (or just a few seconds? I can't say) she reached down with one hand and started to rub my inner thighs, still sucking my breasts. I knew that, when she got to my pussy, she would feel how wet it was and think that I was enjoying this, which at this point I was not; I was scared and didn't know what to expect. She had reached my pussy and let one finger slid in as she drew her hand up. This sent a shock wave through my body and it tensed up. She felt this and told me to relax and made her way down my chest, dragging her tongue over and over every inch. My body was on fire and I couldn't stop it. 

When she got down to my pussy and let her tongue just lightly touch the outer lips, I tried to let out a scream and bucked uncontrollably. The scream was muffled by the ball and as far as bucking that didn't help, but to let her know that I was enjoying this and needed more. She worked her tongue into my pussy deep and came up to my clit. When she touched it, it was like someone had touched me with a cattle prod. My pussy shook and my brain reeled. 

I was in heaven. She knew how to work her tongue and seemed to be able to cup my clit with her tongue and draw it back and forth. It didn't take me long to cum and she did not let up but, instead, inserted two fingers and worked my box over. I admit that, though I was shamed of it, I came again and again. It was wonderful! It was fantastic!

I thought that this could be it and she would let me up, but she had other plans. She got off the bed and went to a closet and got something out. When she turned, she was holding a big black dildo that was attached to a pair of panties. She proceeded to put this on. I was in shock and afraid as the dildo was about 10" long and very thick. I knew about "strap on dildos" and I had many times been masturbated thinking of taking or giving lust with them but I didn't think that this would fit into my pussy. It was simply huge.

She came over to the bed and told me that this would do a much better job. My eyes grew wide as she straddled my body. She spit into her hand and started to work it over the dildo. She did this a couple of times and then she placed it at the base of my hole and proceeded to push, slowly at first, then with a little effort. I was making all kinds of noise behind my gag but it did not stop her. When she had it all the way in, she begun to move back and forth slowly. She was doing me in the gentlest way a woman can imagine. When she felt the shivers of my body she picked up the pace. This didn't take long before I came again. I thought that I would pass out, as the orgasms kept coming and didn't let up. I was worn out at this time and couldn't struggle even if I wanted to.

As I was trying to breathe normally again, she got off and took the dildo off. She gave me a light kiss on my navel, smiled at me and went into the other room. When she came back she was holding a water bottle with a straw in it. She took the gag from my mouth by releasing a few straps and let me drink from the straw. My body was covered in sweat and my breathing was still heavy. She told me that this was just the beginning and that I would have to trust her. 

When I was done drinking, she placed the bottle on the nightstand and kissed me on the lips. She started to press her tongue into my mouth and I let her. I was acting my lesbianism for about four years but it was the first time I was trying such feelings. Linda was a fantastic woman! I had no control over what would happen there. 

She told me that I was learning the finer art of relaxation and that after today I would no longer be stressed out. She leaned forward and cupping her breasts offered them to my mouth. I know what to do with a woman's breasts, so I let it enter my mouth and proceeded to suck on them. They were so warm and soft. I let my tongue dance across a nipple and felt it grow hard. She pulled that one out and replaced it with the other. I was getting excited again and I think that she knew it. 

"I am sure that you like it, honey," Linda whispered. "Your tongue is so good!"

I looked straight in her eyes without let her nipple of my mouth. Suddenly Linda moved on and straddled my head with her legs. She wrapped her hands behind her head and lowered her body on my face getting her pussy on my mouth. 

"Go ahead, babe," she moaned, "give it a taste."

I did what I was told with pleasure. I stuck out my tongue and let it enter her box. It was hot and moist. It was unbelievable; the taste and the excitement that it was giving me as I was pinned. My tongue was exploring her treasure when she started to buck back and forth, playing with her tits and moaning. A couple of minutes later Linda stopped bucking and stood stirred on her knees placing her palms on the wall. I didn't wait more. I found her clit, stuck my tongue on it and wiggled it. That was when she had her first orgasm. She started to tremble and shout but I didn't stop. 

Then Linda sat on my face and started to move her bottom back and forth furiously. She was looking lost in a space of lust as she was rubbing her pussy and clit not only on my mouth but also on my whole face. When she came again and got dropped on the bed, I felt like my mouth lips had been cut. 

My face was covered in her juices when Linda got up and brought me a glass of water. She untied me and gave me the glass. I raised and drunk it out to the very last drop. She just looked at me and smiled. 

"Now you are free, babe," Linda said. "We can stay here, we can go out to the pool and have a drink... you can also get up and go. You decide."

As I was sitting on the bed, I returned her my wider smile and hit lightly the sheet between my legs with my palm. She didn't wait a second signal to kneel on the bed, reach me and sit in front of me, close enough to hug me and kiss me. I kissed her with passion. Our tongues met and begun a crazy dance, getting tangled and tasting each other. I hugged her and wrapped my legs around her waist. She did the same. The two bodies became one; her tits were pressing mine, our bellies were lightly rubbed together, our hands were traveling on our backs... I couldn't remember how many orgasms I had so far but I was sure that I wanted more. 

"I wanna feel you, babe," she whispered breathing heavily and pressing more her stomach on me. "I want you madly."

"I am all yours, Linda," I replied trying to sink again my tongue into her mouth. But Linda unwrapped her arms and legs off me and leaned back on her elbows. At the same time she turned her body a little on the right and placed her left leg on my right one, leaving her other leg under my left. Now we had our legs spread and tangled like two open scissors. I leaned on my elbows too and pushed my bottom closer to her until I felt her pussy against mine. We were both shaved and that touch gave me the feeling of two pussies kissing each other. It wasn't the first time I rubbed my pussy on another one but I was sure that I was never so excited, so aroused and so horny. I died to fuck hard Linda's pussy with mine till the final explosion but Linda looked straight into my eyes and whispered:

"Slowly, babe... Do it slowly and feel it to the maximum... And keep your eyes open, looking at me. I wanna see your lust and your explosion into them..."

I didn't reply. I started to move my bottom back and forth pretty slowly looking at her with my eyes wide open. Linda was making the same moves and it took us only a few seconds to find the rhythm and synchronize our bodies. Back and forth... back and forth... slowly and passionately. Every time my flourished lips pressed hers I was feeling electricity all over my flesh. Sweet waves begun to hit my body. My head was empty... I was thinking nothing. Everything was just lust. My only wish was to cum and liberate myself. Back and forth... back and forth...

Suddenly Linda stopped. I stopped too, looking at her and wondering what happened. Linda settled my query immediately. She kept her pussy pressed on mine and begun to move her bottom in short clockwise circles. A little shout came out of my lips. The sense was amazing. I followed her moving my own bottom sinisterly. We found almost immediately the rhythm. Our bodies were dancing together, sending sweet hot chills to the last inch of our flesh. I was feeling that my every muscle was tense. It was a torture; the most lustful torture I had ever had. My bottom started to raise in the air and Linda's followed.

"Now," I tried to spell but my voice didn't come out of my lips.

Linda didn't reply but she lay down and grabbed my ankles. I did the same and we begun to move again back and forth. We were fucking each other in a growing rhythm. Our moans, followed by consecutive dull "yes" filled the air. When I felt the orgasm coming I raised my head and moaned:

"Look at me, Linda. I am cumming for you."

Linda raised her head too and looked at me in a dull look.

"Me too, babe," she replied punily. "I am cumming nowwwww...."

Our bodies arched at almost the same moment. Uncontrollable spasms overwhelmed us as we were inundated with surges of lust. It was unbelievable! I was cumming so much that I was sure that my juices could fill the empty glass on the nightstand. It was surely the longer orgasm I had ever had. When I collapsed on the sheet I couldn't believe that I was still able to breathe...

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Two hours later, as the sun was going down, Linda got me downtown in her car. When she stopped out of my home, she asked me about her method of relaxation and as I started to laugh happily, she looked at me very serious.

"Don't ever think that your therapy has been completed, Vicky," she said in a stable tone. "You can't say that since three sessions are necessary to complete the cure and you have just done the first. You have my number. Call me next Saturday to fix a second appointment. Ok?"

"Ok, Linda," I replied laughing loudly. "I never leave things unfinished. I am a perfection maniac, you know!"

We kissed goodnight and she went. I kept my promise. My therapy got completed. And Linda found out that she could improve it. In eight sessions!



Relaxation Services



As I ran my hand through her hair, I noticed she was falling asleep, quite content and at peace with the world around. I never realized I would've had such a profound effect on her. For, a couple of days ago, I probably did not even expect to be in this state of being.

I am an educated, well-spoken person who enjoys work and enjoys having long winding discussions on a variety of topics over a cup of coffee, maybe multiple cups of coffee. Being at Chennai, I enjoy the long walks at Marina alone post my yoga workout in solitude whenever the opportunity presented itself.

During one of those monotonous days, it was a colleague who asked me if I could offer some traditional yoga based therapy to a friend of his who had met with an accident. Though not too sure, I offered to help and it was how I found myself at the Adyar house door step one Saturday.

The lady of the house, the mother and the protagonist of our scheme of things, very warmly got me comfortably settled in. As I understood the details of the accident and the pain he was going through, I felt I wanted to start the poor boy of 16, the victim of a bike accident on what would be a permanent recovery. 

I religiously went to the house 2 days a week and on the occasional Saturday for 3 months to teach the soul to stretch and move his body, just like before. The boy seemed better and the mother friendlier each time. She had been working and seemed to be well-off with her work which was what i understood from the conversations. 

One Tuesday morning as I reached their house, the mother opened up a little bit more into their lives. The boy had gone with his uncle on a trip to the north and was only to return by the month end. She offered me some coffee and her company so as to make me comfortable. Over the conversations, I was feeling good and also enjoying the company of an imaginative and articulate woman who was smiling and laughing over our imaginary jokes. 

Though I thought I needn't go, something made me go there on Thursday too for a similar session of coffee with the lady and her jovial talks. I was slightly depressed as things at work were not working out well and I needed to do something about it. As we talked she held my palms and said that she had been hoping I would come on Thursday to provide her some relief from the boring routine. Though surprised, I was happy to know that the feelings were mutual. 

As the hour went past and I had to start back she asked whether I could teach her some stretches to get her to loosen up a bit. It was agreed and the subsequent Saturday I was back with the mat to train. Her choice of loose clothes made me feel quite uncomfortable as the view of the cleavage and the shapely legs were proving to be a distraction.

I helped her to balance for a few postures and those were my only touches of her soft body for the day. But it had left a lingering effect on me. The subsequent classes only made things more difficult as she was leaning over to get me to balance her. 

The next week, she grimaced in pain as the balancing posture cramped her thighs. I was unable to help her and was not sure if I could massage it off. Expecting some sort of retaliation I held her thighs firmly, and tried to massage the back of her thigh to relieve the pain. I got a warm wet towel and tried to firmly massage over the area that she was holding on to. As she started to feel better, I suggested we slowly remove the pajamas so that the towel could be put to good effect. She dint hesitate and the dress was soon gone. 

I was, for want of a better word, ogling at her long fair legs, feeling the softness as I massaged over the towel and without it. It was inexplicable; the feeling of her skin, the warmth of her inner thighs and the goose bumps on her hands told the entire story. As I massaged her slowly moving my hand upwards with each rub, I could feel some sort of warmth emanating from her, pulling me towards her. I moved her top upwards to see a light blue jockey slightly moist from the work out till now. She kept saying don't look, but I just couldn't resist.

The warmth of her privates was inviting me and I had to move my hand to feel it, and slowly, that last piece of clothing was also gone. As I felt the skin over her ass and the hair covering her love hole, I could feel myself going out of control. Lying there on the mat, I wanted to make love, feel her so badly, as if it was the first time. 

I felt compelled to ask her if she would take offense. She smiled and said she expected this maybe a week earlier, but was not sure if I would be comfortable with the relationship. I remembered our conversations on relationships a few weeks back and how innocent I had been, when she smirked at the possibility of friends with benefits being practically possible between her colleagues. 

As I removed her top, bringing her assets and the striped bra into the picture, she smiled asking if I liked what I saw. Without a reply I slowly pulled down the covers of the melons and started sucking and biting. Her moans ran through my ears and she started fidgeting and her nails seemed to push into the flesh on my back. I could feel she wanted it, probably more badly than me. As I moved from the nips to her navel, she kept murmuring something, wanting me to go all over her, making her feel wanted, lusted maybe. 

I could feel her breath when I kissed her nape. She was heavily into the game, out of the senses, her lips enjoying whichever part of me it could reach to. I moved all over, slowly, very slowly prompting her to feel impatient. I reached her love hole, the warmth and the smell intoxicating me. My tongue slowly ran over her inner thighs to her well covered mound. Her fingers came to help me in, showing me the garden over the mound and the inner walls, moist and awaiting turbulence. 

Soon the last piece of clothing was gone and my head was between the smooth soft thighs. I could taste her, feel her overflowing, shivering at times and going out of control. She was almost screaming, as she came, drenching me, my nose and giving me a sensation of my lifetime. She pulled me up, removed my clothes, and hugged me tight and asked me, why you are making me feel so wanted. I hugged her tight, felt her warmth and asked her if she liked it. All she uttered was, 'it's been a long time since I felt like this, but I think I have wanted this since a long time'. I felt good and asked if there was anything more I could do for her that day. She just smiled and said it's been a month since you started your services at my place and she was happy with the progress that her son and she have made with me. She wanted me to stay put, so that she could fully absorb the moment, the time and the sensation. I stay put till she dozed off, kissed her forehead, slowly put my clothes on and left discreetly.

I continued my therapy sessions with her son and offered her my relaxation services, as she called it, whenever she wanted. I was taken care of well and the services were paid for in kind. Somewhere, somehow I knew this was meant to be.



Relaxation Specialist



Erin was a great student. She was smart, diligent, and curious. She had interesting ideas, worked hard, and definitely wanted to please her professors. Yeah, some of it was about wanting to secure letters of recommendation but it wasn't all that. Much of it was that she genuinely loved learning.

She was also a little fox... a fiery little redhead who knew how to look professional yet sexy. She always dressed to kill and managed to tease without looking slutty. 

She had been doing an independent study with me for a few months and I had started really looking forward to our meetings together. It wasn't just that she was fun to look at. She was fun to be around too and I appreciated the time to talk about how things were going with her work and her upcoming plans. 

One day, though, I wasn't at all excited about our meeting. I had had a long day and all I wanted to do was get home and relax. She stopped by and seemed to immediately notice I was frazzled and trying to get some things done. She was looking great, though, in a professional looking gray skirt- not too short- and white blouse. She had cute black heals on and somehow always knew how to position her feat for the cutie schoolgirl effect. Consequently, she managed to look like a confident professional with a slight tinge of insecurity- as though she wanted and needed to please someone to prove her worth. 

We needed to run some statistics so I asked her to come to my side of the desk so we could both see the screen. I noticed right away that she smelled great and I started to get worried that she was going to notice how much I was craving her. We worked for a few minutes, got some things done, when my computer crashed (predictably). I muttered "fuck". 

She was a bit taken back at first but then laughed and said, "Everything ok, professor?" 

"Yeah, it's just been a long day," I responded.

"I can tell. You look a bit stressed. Is there anything I can do?"

"I wish. But, I'm just tired and have what seems like the start of a pounding headache. Unless you have aspirin on you, I think I just need to finish up and get home." 

"You don't need aspirin," she said. "Just relax and shut your eyes for a second and let me show you something." 

I don't know why I agreed. Other than the occasional hug, I had never let a student touch me in any intimate way. For some reason, though, I put my head back, shut my eyes, and let her start massaging my head, neck, and shoulders. 

She started with my forehead and her hands felt absolutely fabulous. They were soft and she slowly caressed my forehead before moving to the back of my neck and shoulders. I don't know if it is because I was no longer focused on it but my headache really did start to go away. 

"Wow, that feels great," I said.

"Good, I knew it would," she responded. "I don't like seeing you stressed. You are one of my favorite professors and I don't like the idea of you being stressed."

There was an awkward silence between us for a few moments while she kept massaging me. Unexpectedly, she leaned forward, placed her hand on my chest, and whispered into my ear, "I can do more, you know. I don't need to stop at your shoulders."

I didn't respond. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe this was happening but desperately wanted it to continue. 

She interpreted my silence as a yes and let her hand slide down my stomach to my waste and started to unbutton and unzip my pants. She walked around the chair and sat in her chair facing me. She looked me in the eye, maintaining eye contact the entire time, as she withdrew my very hard cock from my pants. Still keeping eye contact, she licked her palms, and started to slowly massage my cock. 

She kept a perfect, slow rhythm, never speeding up or slowing down. After a few minutes, she whispered, "I can use my mouth if you want. "

Again, I was speechless and again she interpreted my silence correctly. She got down on her knees, looked me in the eye, and put my cock deep into her mouth. 

I almost came right there. The sight was too much. This gorgeous woman with flowing red hair, face buried in my lap, bobbing up and down on my cock. She took me so deep, I couldn't believe it. I could feel myself entering her throat with each bob of her head. Up and down, up and down, eyes on me the entire time. She pulled me out of her mouth, gave me a coy smile and started licking just the tip. She then used her tongue to trail down the underside of my shaft and started to lick my balls, while she stroked my throbbing cock with her hand. She took one of my balls in her mouth and sucked it gently while jacking me off. I was in ecstasy. This was the most perfect blowjob I had ever experienced. She was gorgeous, confident, and knew how to use her mouth and tongue. 

All of a sudden, though, she stopped and stood up. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, worried that it was over.

"Don't worry. I just need to shut and lock the door. I have a little treat for you."

As much as I wanted my cock in her mouth, I loved watching her walk across the room. Her sexy little butt, her slender thighs and calves. She was gorgeous. 

She walked back to me, stood in front of me and said, "Take my panties off and finger my tight little pussy." 

I reached up under her skirt with both hands and started to peal her panties down to her hips. I moved slowly, enjoying every inch of those legs. I got them down to her knees and took in the sight of this beautiful woman with her panties dropped, and hoped she wanted to continue blowing me. I reached up to her pussy, which was soaking wet, and started to finger her. She moaned softly, as she closed her eyes and bit her lip a little. 

I noticed she was unbuttoning her shirt as I went and I started to wonder what this little treat was. As she took her shirt off, I noticed that her perky breasts were a little bigger than I realized and that they were encased in a sexy little push-up bra that matched the panties that were down around her knees. She moved her hand to mine and started to guide my hand with hers in and out of her cunt. She started to breathe more heavily. Her shirt was off and lying on the floor. She took her other hand and started to stroke my cock some more as she fingered herself. 

She stopped somewhat abruptly and looked at me. "I want you to fuck me bad, professor" she said, "but what I want more is to get you off with my mouth. I want you to stand up, fuck my mouth with that big, beautiful cock of yours, and cum all over my pretty face."

I was shocked. I had never heard anyone talk that way. She was practically begging me to treat her like a little whore. I stood up and she quickly got down on her knees. She grabbed my hips and took my cock deep into her throat. I could feel her tongue lapping at the base of my shaft as she held me there. It was ecstasy. She pulled me from her throat, lifted up my cock to get at my balls and started to suck on them while she stroked me. She continued this for a few strokes before looking me in the eye and said, "I want your cum, baby. Cum on my face."

She took me deep again. No hands. Just her warm little mouth wrapped around my dick and taking it deep into her throat. She used her now free hands to finger herself and started to bob her head back and forth, her pace increasing as I got close. She began to moan softly as she let me fuck her mouth and throat. I never wanted it to stop but knew it had to soon. 

"I'm close." I gasped. 

She just looked up at me and increased her pace. My body started to shutter as I felt myself about to cum. She could feel my readiness and pulled me from her throat just as I came. The first shot landed on her lips and she let out a cute little giggle as my second load landed on her chin. I collapsed in the chair. She wiped her face with one hand but gently took my cock with the other and began to stroke me softly. I smiled and shut my eyes as I tried to regain my strength and think of what to do next. She gently placed my cock back in her mouth and sucked me slowly and gently for about ten seconds before pulling me out and standing up. 

"Do you feel more relaxed?" she asked. 

"Oh God, yes." I responded. 

"Good. That's what I wanted to hear."

She pulled up her panties and grabbed her shirt to start getting dressed. I had my pants back on but was still sitting in my chair when she came back to me and sat on my lap and snuggled back into me. She took my hands and wrapped them around her waist. 

"So you know," she said, "that's nothing. I'll fuck you so good next time you won't even believe it."

"If you give me ten minutes, we can do that tonight." I said. 

She stood up, stuck her butt out a little bit and turned her head back to me. With a coy little smile she said, "No, professor. I want you rested and ready. Until next week, I want you to think about this ass. I want you to think about me bent over this desk with my panties around my ankles. I want you to think about the tightest, wettest, warmest little pussy you've ever had. Because in one week, I want you to plow me with that monster cock of yours."



Relaxation Studio



I'd got bored with posing. Glamour modelling no longer appealed to or turned me on, well not often. It all became a little repetitive. I mean there are only so many ways a girl can take her panties off, flash her pussy or play with her tits as she simulates having sex or an orgasm, though sometimes simulation wasn't necessary. Alright, when 'extras' are added on another dimension is brought into the game, but then again, how many men do I want to rub me off, play with my tits or give bjs to.

So that's when I stopped my raunchy photographic modelling and became a hostess, an escort an occasional partner or whatever other term you want to use to describe a high class hooker. That was fine for a while. Lunches, dinners, clubs, casinos, London's top hotels and restaurants and all on top of a fee that could reach a thousand, pounds that is, for a night, plus a gift, like a watch or a trip to AP or Janet Regar. It was hard work though. Working generally two all nights a week and a couple of afternoons being fucked and licked, giving head and playing the part of businessmen's girl friends wasn't easy. It also became a little risky so I began to tire of the action, but still loved and wanted the money.

And that is when I decided to become a masseur and open my own massage parlour, I suppose you would have to call it, although I preferred the term Relaxation Salon.

It seemed the logical natural extension of my career built on sex. Why not? My 'business model' was to set myself up somewhere, build a good clientele, take on a couple of other girls and then effectively live off them. Pure and utter capitalism, exploit the worker or, in other terms become a madam as brothel keepers are called, or so I'm told.

So, whilst still busying myself around London's West End with visiting Americans, Germans, Aussies and other European businessmen, ok there was the occasional Arab, but not much more, I didn't understand Chinese, India or Pakistani cultures, and this is not at all racist, so I tended to avoid guys from those countries, I also went to massage classes. Dead straight, nothing dodgy, but classes that would lead to a diploma in massage therapy. I wanted to know all about massage; if I was going to sell it, I wanted to be good at it, I wanted to be the best and sell the best. So, on top of wanting to give a hugely erotic massage, for sex would inevitably be at the heart of it, I also wanted to provide a genuine effective and quality massage. Just imagine, you have a bad back or you pull a muscle at the gym or playing golf or tennis and you can go to a 'clinic' staffed by youngish, twenty something blondes, wearing crisp white tunics or coats who not only cure the strain but also give you, male or female sexual relief, if you want it that is? Or the alternative, you want relief and you get that along with a superb, proper body massage. Seemed a sound proposition to me.

Being a bit of a perfectionist in some things, but a total drop out in others, I browsed the net looking at the muscular build up of bodies, the way that nerves, tendons, ligaments, cartilages and bones react together. All this complemented what I was learning at the classes.

As I was still escorting I had ample practice opportunities. I added massage to the services I provided to my clients and a lot of them went for it big time. As it happened it often made my job easier too. I would sometimes suggest a massage early on in the date. I would use oil and give him firstly a fairly strong deep tissue job; naturally we would both be naked, after all he was paying for my body and, in any case I didn't want to get oil on my 'glad rags.' I would gradually lighten the massage, especially when I did his upper legs, and would occasionally just touch his balls or let my fingers slide into the crease of his bum. That was usually sufficient to have him hard when I turned him over. Being, as an escort has to be, a sycophant when on duty, I would mutter about how big/long/thick/hard/lovely it was and would then start to caress it. Generally, without even using my mouth on it, I would be able to get him off pretty quickly. Often I would be murmuring as I masturbated him 'God I am so going to love having this in me later' or 'I can hardly wait for this to fuck me.' Some would retort by suggesting that they fuck me then, but I would stop them by saying how marvellous I found it to wank a man and suggest 'Why don't you cum on my tits.' It usually worked, but if it didn't then I let them fuck me; most would do it sooner or later in any case. Sometimes though, especially with the older guys, once was enough, so by giving a little more, I got to do a little less and sometimes the 'date' was over in a couple of hours.

I finished the diploma course and got a good grade, see what lots of practice does, and then needed to put to work all I had learned.

I managed to get a job at a local gym that had a beauty and spa section. Again it was very straight and I learned all about how to keep the 'intimate bits' on both ladies and men covered at all times and to use towels to cover most of the body, exposing just the part I was massaging at the time. I was taught how to turn away when they turned over and how to avoid touching any sexually sensitive places.

As I was working for a pittance during those few months I had to supplement my earnings with some escorting and a little modelling so it was a very busy period indeed.

Obviously there were some incidents at the gym that could have got dodgy, but I managed them as I had been taught. A couple of guys got hard, but said and did nothing, whilst two others asked if there were extras, I said firmly no. Several blokes 'accidentally' touched me and one girl slid her hand up my tunic. From chatting to the other girls, this was pretty much par for the course. Whilst I was there two girls did get dismissed for providing extras, but I wasn't tempted for the idea of jacking off some bloke for twenty quid or so has little appeal.

Now feeling pretty well trained, but not quite ready to start my own place I looked for work in a massage parlour, but at the same time kept my eyes open for premises for my place.. That was remarkably easy to get. I simply phoned up a few places some way away from Essex where I was, and still am living with my mum and asked if they had any vacancies. I told them what I look like, five six, 34b 23 35, long blonde hair and blue eyes and look younger than my twenty four years and I got an interview every time.

Most of the places were pretty sordid and didn't appeal, but there was one in Watford, about thirty miles from where I live, that I liked. It was run by a mid thirties woman, whose husband I subsequently found out was serving time for being a gangster. She kept it spotlessly clean, always had two girls and a receptionist on duty and made sure that all the girls were fully trained. She interviewed me and seemed impressed by my diploma asking if I could let her have a copy to put behind the counter, 'Gives us a bit of class Sam' she said putting her arm round my shoulders and adding "Come on I'll give you your first lesson.'

It was just after ten in the morning. The 'massage spa' didn't open until noon so Karen used the mornings for interviewing, training and her admin work.

"Ok first" she started very officially "You do understand that you have to provide extras."

"I assumed that yes."

"And that includes full sex, are you ok with that?"

"For everyone?"

"No" she smiled "Not if you don't like them and in any case you couldn't' 'service' ten or a dozen clients a day could you?"

"Shit no" I replied totally horrified at the thought of being shagged by a dozen different blokes in a day.

"Don't worry, only about two or three a day will want it and you can be selective, so do a couple a day of you want."

"Ok"

"Most will want you to undress and give them a hand job while they play with your tits. Ok?"

""No problem."

"What about them touching your pussy, you ok with that?" 

"Yes as long as they are clean."

"Don't worry too much about that, the receptionists are trained to get rid of the wrong types and we have security pretty close by."

"Sounds fine," I told her actually feeling quite impressed.

"It's really up to you what else you offer."

"What do the other girls do and what do the guys ask for?"

"Everything. Blow jobs, massaging you, anal, kissing is really big. A lot of the clients are really quite lonely and to have you as their girl friend for half an hour is all they really want, the sex is almost secondary," she told me, reminding me so much of what I was told and subsequently found to be true when starting to escort.

"What do I charge or do they pay you?"

"No they have to pay you. There's nothing illegal about being paid for giving sex, but there is about organising it and then 'living off immoral earning' stupid fucking law."

"So how much?"

"A full strip hand relief is thirty and if they want to touch you it's forty. Blow jobs are fifty, full sex sixty and an exec package as we call it is seventy five where they get a bit of everything."

I made appreciative noises about how impressive the prices were, but in my mind I was comparing them to what I had been earning as an escort. I worked out I would have to do six exec packages, which would probably take from when the place opened at noon to when it shut at mid night to earn what I would get for one fuck in the afternoon in a top class London hotel as an escort! Still you have to invest if you're to build your own business I told myself.

"So how do you get your cut?"

"You have to pay us an agreed amount per day you work for the use of premises."

"I see and I assume that works at a percentage of what I earn?" 

Smiling Karen replied "Oh no darling that would be living off immoral earning, it's a percentage of what we expect you to earn and that's the subtle difference."

We both laughed "And what's the percentage I pay?"

"You pay us twenty percent of the estimated earnings of three hundred a day during your first six weeks as you build up your clientele then fifteen percent of five hundred pounds a day after that."

It sounded fair, but I didn't really care for I didn't expect to be there more than a few weeks.

"Ok sounds good to me."

We shook hands on the deal agreeing that I would work one long day noon to midnight, and two short days, either noon to six or six to midnight a week for three weeks, then review it.

"You see love the more full services and exec packages you provide the more tired you will get, and with your looks and body you'll get plenty.

"Let's start the training shall we?"

"Sure, what do we do?"

"It's two part; today will be the theory and some explanation from me and tomorrow the practical."

"How's that work?

"Well we have a few clients I guess they are who we give free massage to in return for the training."

"So would I massage a guy?"

"Yes tomorrow, with me watching and training you."

It sounded efficient and sensible and I was impressed for it appealed to the pedant perfectionist in me. Karen went on to show me round the place and explained all the processes and procedures for keeping to time, looking after the rooms and towels, cleaning up and other stuff like that.

"Ok Sammi, next thing" she said when we were in one of the fours massage rooms.

"What's that?"

She put her hand on my shoulder and said quietly "Will you undress please?"

I looked into her eyes, smiled I think and raised my eyebrows as I thought she was coming onto me.

"No, don't worry I'm not like that luv, I'm strictly a cock girl."

"Ok, sorry."

"No problem at all. Are you by the way ok with that sort of thing?"

"Well I have dabbled a little bit," I told her.

"We do have a demand for two girl massage, would you be up for that?"

"Maybe depending on the other girl," I replied as I undid my blouse and removed that and my bra. 

The undressing and the talk of two girl massaging was getting me a little horny and as Karen said. "Panties as well if you don't mind," I was almost starting to regret that she didn't play.

She inspected me very closely looking for studs and piercings I guess as well as cleanliness she told me later.

"You're a very pretty and very sexy girl Sammi, I'm sure you'll be very successful and will build a big client base. Come on let's have a cup of tea."

I went to get dressed. "No it's ok stay like that."

"What naked?"

"Yes."

"You sure you aren't........." I smiled.

"No I just need to measure you for your uniform and chat about what to wear."

We went to the office with me feeling a little light headed at being totally naked. Karen explained that I had to sign a no compete agreement that particularly referred to making dates with clients at other locations.

All the girls need to wear a white tunic like this she explained handing me one. It was made of rather nice, but quite thin white, cotton that had obviously been chosen so that it fitted tightly and showed a goodly part of what it was covering. She held it up against me and said.

"That must be about your size Sam, try it on."

It was and it felt good. "Do we just wear this?" I asked.

She laughed. "No what do think this is, a knocking shop?"

I joined the laughter. She went on to explain that it was pretty much up to the girls what they wore under it, but stressed that sexy undies were preferable. I agreed with that for I have a stack of them from both my photographic modelling and escort work.

"Oh and white holdup stockings are cool too," she called out.

*

"Tom, this is Sammi, she'll be joining us soon, Sammi meet Tom" Karen said the next morning at ten.

After the fitting yesterday she'd explained that both of the girls on duty if not busy would be introduced to the client in the sitting room which was off the reception. "It's your chance to eye them up and their opportunity to decide which girl suits them best." She explained that if I felt a strong aversion to a punter than I could drop out, but if both girls did they would have to come to an arrangement. "So try and have a little chat in the sitting room, make eye contact and look them up and down" she'd told me.

"Hello Tom," I replied shaking the hand of the pleasant looking man who I placed in his mid to late forties, possibly even early fifties. He was a little older than I'd expected, but that was not an issue with me for many of my escort clients had been around that age and some older even into their sixties; I quite enjoy older men actually. 

"Hi Sammi," he said looking into my eyes then down to where the white coat parted showing my modest cleavage. I was wearing a white AP underwear set; hold up stockings, thong, and bra. 

"How are you today?" I asked holding onto his hand and smiling at him.

"Just fine thanks."

I decided to improvise. "Let me introduce myself Tom, I'm Sammi, I'm twenty three and love massage. I am firm and gentle, will use oil or powder, or nothing if you want a particularly light and sensual time."

"Gee great."

"Have you been here before?"

"No this is my first time."

"What about to massage salons?"

"Nope never, I've only just plucked up the courage."

I put my hand on his arm. "Well you have come to the right place for we will look after you very well............" I paused before adding with a smile "We'll be very gentle Tom."

I was half expecting Karen who was standing off to one side to interrupt, but she didn't.

"So would you like me to massage you?"

"Yes please."

"Ok follow me then," I advised him as Karen had instructed me.

We went into one of the nicely appointed, warm rooms that were all scrupulously clean. I gave him a big, white fluffy towel, opened the door to the en suite shower and suggested "Why not have a lazy shower then ring the bell and I will come to you?"

"That was very good Sammi," Karen said when we were back in the sitting room.

The bell rang shortly after and we went back, Karen sat on a chair in the corner and I went up to Tom, he was wrapped in the towel.

"Why not take that off Tom," I said turning my back and walking over to the table holding the oils and wipes and powder "And lie face down on the table?"

He was lying flat and naked when I turned, he had quite a good body and I knew it wouldn't be unpleasant massaging him or, even doing other things with him.

"Ok Sammi, off you go," Karen said from the side.

"Would you like oil or powder Tom?"

"What do you suggest?"

"I always think oil is better myself, although some people prefer nothing, just my soft fingertips."

"Ok oil it is then."

"I poured some of the slightly warmed oil onto his shoulders and back and then into the palms of my hands, which I then rubbed together. I started working quite firmly on his shoulders and neck trying to relax and loosen him. It worked for not only could I feel his muscles relaxing, but he moaned and sighed a few times.

"Mmmmm that's good."

I worked fairly slowly, but purposefully all over his back down to his waist. I did each arm, hand and fingers, which I feel is always nicely intimate. I didn't touch his, quite pert and firm bum for that was for later and went straight down to his feet and ankles. 

I massaged each leg properly, alternating digging quite deep into each cluster of muscles with skimming across them with more of a caress. I purposely avoided going too far up his legs and finished each upward sweep some six inches or so beneath his sizeable pair of balls. I had worked out that there are two ways to move the action form a massage to sex. Which one to use depends on the customer. You can start touching his balls as he lies on his front and get him hard and then turn him over or do nothing particularly come on until he's on his front. Of course with special customers you can do both.

So as my fingers slid up his leg I slowly let them go nearer and nearer to his balls and bum. I knew he was working out what I was doing and was probably hoping that I would let them go all the way. Tom had clearly been massaged many times as a part of Karen's training and knew the score. That gave me a challenge to be different. I slowed my movements and ran my hands very, very slowly up his right leg edging nearer and nearer to his balls. I got to no more than an inch or so and then stopped. I took my hands off and walked from the side of the table to the end. Taking hold of his ankles I said. "May I Tom?" And without waiting for an answer, I pulled his ankles wide apart so that his feet were right at the edges of the massage table. Still standing there I deliberately slowly started to run my fingertips up each leg. From his ankles, along his calfs, over his knees, onto his upper legs, along his thighs and on and on and on until the fingertips on both hands met his balls, which I touched very lightly. He grunted. I rubbed them, he moaned and I ran my fingernails across his scrotum I took them away and then went back this time sliding my fingers under his balls and up to his cock which had hardened. I held it, he was big and it felt good.

"Would you like to turn over Tom?" I asked removing my hands from his cock.

He rolled over and I saw his full erection. He was big and he had a nice looking cock.

I smiled down at him as his eyes roamed over my breasts inside the white tunic. I was wearing a size too small white bra and that pushed my B cup tits together making them look bigger than they are and creating a great cleavage.

"Are we having any extras today Tom?" I asked smiling at him.

"What's on the menu?"

"What would you like?"

"A blow job?"

"Ok."

"How much is that?"

"With me dressed like this fifty, but with me with no clothes on seventy."

"And can I touch you?"

"For eighty you can," I said easing the top button undone and showing him most of the white bra.




Relaxation Studio



"Eighty it is then?"

"Would you like to undress me Tom or shall I do that myself?"

I looked across at Karen.

"Very good Sammi, nice touch."

I didn't know whether I was supposed to have any form of sex with Tom or whether he just got the massage. I assumed he didn't pay.

"I'll leave you two together then," she said getting up. "I'll look after the money."

"Can I really undress you?" He asked when we were alone.

"Sure, do you want to stand up or do it from there?"

He got up and stood in front of me. I reached down and held his hard cock. He slowly undid the buttons on the white tunic and eased that off oooing and ahing at seeing the acutely cut, see through, front fastening bra, tiny little thong and very lacy topped holdup stockings. I knew I looked good and knew that he would think that too; the twitching of his cock in my hand confirmed that. 

"The bra Tom," I said smiling at him for he looked and sounded nervous. I saw as his fingers fumbled with the clasp between my boobs that they were shaking, I stroked his cock. He got the bra off.

"Oh Sammi they are lovely," he groaned stroking my breasts.

He slid my panties off and stroked my bum. He went to go for my clit, but I wasn't really up for that so I eased him backwards towards the massage table.

"Lay down Tom, I am going to suck you."

"May I touch you?"

"Above the waist yes you can" I said running my fingers over his chest, across his stomach and onto his cock which I pulled at almost right angles to his body as I slid on a condom. I licked its length then ran my tongue round the tip pressing against the hole at the top. He put his hand on my bum, which was fine with me as long as he didn't go for the crease. I took him in my mouth and ran my lips up and down it a few times. He tasted and smelt fine so, in the way a girl can when selling sex, I began to enjoy it. I licked his balls and sucked them one at a time into my mouth then both together. At the same time I was pumping his cock slowly with my hands. I changed round so I had his cock in my mouth and his balls in my hands. I rolled them together. I like the feel of a man's balls and Tom had large ones, they felt good.

He pulled on my hip indicating that he wanted me to move nearer to him; I saw why, for he couldn't reach my boobs. Still with his cock buried deep in my mouth I edged up the bed. He was good with my boobs. He got the amount of pressure about right and squeezed and cupped them in a way that was really quite nice. I was getting aroused in the way that I sometimes do when working, which is similar to a normal orgasm, but more controlled I suppose. I could tell that he was near too and I began not only sucking him in and out of my mouth slower and deeper, but also rubbed his cock and balls with my fingers.

"Oh yes. Yes Sam," he grunted as I felt the condom fill with his ejaculation.

*

I stayed with Karen for three months working on average three days a week. By the standards of my escort work the money wasn't that good, around three to four hundred a day, but as I still did the odd date as an escort I was able to 'keep the wolf from the door.' I felt pretty bad at leaving for she had helped me a lot and I had got to like her, but in the grand scheme of things it was small beer. 

I had found premises for my new venture that I had decided after some advice from the agency I worked for as an escort, was going to be a club. Taking punters off the street they told me is a sure remedy for trouble one way or another. Make them join a club and give you some confidential information, make them pay by credit card, interview them by phone and in person, keep in touch with them by email and go for the middle or top of the market, not the fifteen quid on the door and fifty quid for extras market, they advised me. It all made good sense. 

"Look we'll help with the marketing and membership if you want?" Nichole, Brad the owner's wife and partner, told me. They had always done a great job for me and all the other escorts. They paid me my money on time, provided a stream of clients all of whom had been vetted and not once in the eighteen months or so I was with them had there been any trouble; they were true pros. The three of us had dinner and we hammered out a deal quite easily.

They would promote my services to their client base. 'There's always some punters who don't have time or the balls to go with an escort, but need sex and don't want a prossy. Massage is the ideal alternative, but most are so tatty.'

I assured them mine wouldn't be. They estimated that they would be able to provide on average two punters a day. With my 'entrance fee' of fifty pounds, and the extras starting at two hundred for topless hand relief along with the two hundred a year membership fee, I could see a pretty certain seven or eight hundred a day, before I generated business.

I had allocated fifty thousand in the first year to advertising with five of that going on a website that I had learned how to construct, but I would need some creative help. I was also planning to advertise in a number of magazines and newspapers and I got the schedule together and had a friend work up some ads.

We use tag lines on the ads and website like:

'Get complete relief from that muscle pain'

'Enjoy total relaxation as we hone your body'

'Two are better than one when curing your aches and pains, girl masseurs that is'

'All female massage at The Relaxation Studio'

'Overcome your jet lag in our capable hands

The ads and the website then went on to explain my concept, but nowhere was sex mentioned, although of course it was heavily implied. And naturally when the club members' called Nichola's team they could and did talk more freely.

I had found this flat in Shoreditch, which is a trendy area of East London. It was huge and for a short lease of three years I got it at a very reasonably rate. I had it done up beautifully and we created a reception area, a communal lounge that could be used by both men and women clients, separate female and male lounges, three massage salons, a sauna and a large plunge bath.

I had already identified the other girls who would work for me. There was eight who would work shifts so we always had at least me and one other available and at busy times more. 

Nichole and Brad came and visited a couple of weeks before opening and made some sensible suggestions for changes and thrilled me by saying that they had got a lot of interest and were ready to start taking bookings.

We opened The Relaxation Studio on a Thursday when we had two clients, we had four on the Friday and Saturday and then the booking simply went mad the following week. The website had created loads of responses that Nichole's small call centre team handled for me and the phone started ringing off the hook from the ads.

Our specialisation was two girl massage and we had a booking for that on the second day. The booking had come via Nichola who had shown the client photos of the four available girls and he had chosen me and Pippa. She's a classy, ex public school girl with a posh accent, a lovely figure, more rounded everywhere than me and great legs. She has lustrous, long, past shoulder length, rich chestnut coloured hair, big green eyes, a ski slope nose, full lips and a fantastic bum; men drool over her for she exudes sex even when just looking at them. And on top of that she was completely bisexual.

The guy was in his early to mid forties. He was quite good looking, with a fit trim body and quite piercing blue eyes. He chatted easily and interestingly when Grace the receptionist introduced him to us and we had a glass of champagne; it wouldn't be at all difficult I thought to do anything with him so I was looking forward to the session.

We got him into the largest room, which has its own shower and bath and has a massage table and a large sofa that could be used for a variety of things I'd thought when we had put it there. He had showered and was sitting on the table with a towel round his waist.

Pippa and I were wearing our standard 'uniforms.' They were similar to those at Karen's place in Watford; a white coat, that came to mid thigh and had press studs down the front, white stockings and white heels. She had her hair half up with ringlets and locks tumbling down. We both had most of the press studs done up, but were showing reasonable cleavages.

"Why don't you lay on your front Craig?" Pippa said. I made it a point to always let the other girl lead for I didn't want the clients knowing that I was the boss and owner.

He stood up and removed the towel not seeming to be at self-conscious about his nudity, but then with a weapon like he had, why should he be I thought looking at Pippa who nodded and raised her eyebrows as he laid down.

Whilst I had worked with Pippa, as Karen had with me, to ensure she was competent we had never messed around. However, I didn't doubt her for one moment when at the interview she'd said she'd had considerable experience with girls and was up for anything. The look she gave me confirmed that.

We gave him a pretty straightforward shoulder and back massage going in quite firmly to his nicely toned muscles; he was actually good to massage. We also gave his calf and upper leg muscles a straight, quite firm massage the only difference to that he would get from a physio was that it was being performed by two pretty girls in sexy clothing.

We instinctively knew after fifteen minutes or so when to change from straight to more sexy. Pippa started massaging the nicely rounded cheeks of his bum mumurring. "Mmmm Craig this is nice."

"Thanks" he said. "I work out a lot."

"Yes we can see and feel that," I said truthfully running my fingertips lightly up the inside of his thigh, using the old trick of going quite close to his balls, but not quite touching them several times until eventually I did. He grunted. I moved away and then went back several times as Pippa was kneading and squeezing the cheeks of his bum; she looked to be enjoying that.

"If you keep doing that much more Pip," I said smiling. "We'll end up paying Craig."

"Mmmm, might be my pleasure" she said softly running one of her fingers right along the crease of his bum. 

He grunted and writhed a little, significantly opening his legs wider and raising one knee. That's a clear give away that a punter is getting hard for it raises his stomach a little from the bed. It was his left knee that he raised and that was the side I was standing. Leaving one hand between his legs, my fingers softly stroking his scrotum and that little patch between that and his bum, I placed the other on his shoulder. I saw that Pip had fiddled one of her hands under his chest and presumably was playing with his manboob and nipple whilst the fingers on her other hand ran softly up and down his crease. I ran my hand down his back. It was now not a massage, but a caress. Reaching his waist I brought it down the side and slid it into the gap created by his raised knee. His cock was right there, it was rock hard.

"Mmmmm what have we here?"

"I am sure you know only too well," he sighed, letting out a low moan of pleasure as I stroked along his length. 

As I was doing that and rubbing his balls so Pippa was now pressing quite obviously on his anal hole. She whispered. "Would you like to turn over or stay like this Craig?"

"What a fucking choice, I want to do both," he groaned slowly turning and laying on his back. "But it's a better view this way," he went on putting his arms round both of us and sliding his hands up our skirts. He quickly worked out that I, at least, was wearing a thong.

We started on his front, but as is usual it was only a half hearted pretence of a massage. We were both very evidently caressing him. Firstly I did his chest as Pip did his legs, then we changed round and finally we both did his middle. He had a great cock. It was long, thick and uncircumcised and nicely straight and pale coloured, unlike his balls which were far darker.

"Oh fuck me," he groaned his hand going inside my panties and trying to get between my legs. I kept them tightly closed so he messed around with my bum. Pippa leaned across the table and her hands found the front of my tunic.

"Like to see what's in here Craig?" 

"Would I?"

She undid all the press studs and I turned towards him so he could have a look at what I was wearing. His hand stayed on my hip as he looked at the white see through bra and thong and the hold-ups. "Oh my god that's fantastic" he groaned as Pippa came round the table removing her coat, showing him that she was wearing similar underwear and stood behind me. She eased my coat off and undid the clasp of my bra. She pushed me forward a little so I was close to Craig and then pressed herself against my bum holding onto my hips. He grasped both of my tits as her hand slid into the front of my panties, her fingers finding my clit almost immediately. That made me gasp. Craig sat up and taking my right boob in his hand he sucked the nipple into his mouth. Pippa came and stood close to me and I undid her bra and removed it. Her bigger tits seemed to fly from her bra and Craig and I got one each and licked and sucked them. She went back to the other side of the table and we leaned across Craig kissing each other and rubbing the other's breast with one hand whilst stroking and gently wanking Craig with the other. His hands were all over our bums and this time I did open my legs to let him find my wetness. 

"Mmmm nice, that's good," I grunted, more than half truthfull as I watched his other hand going between Pip's legs from the front. I could see in her eyes that she was near to cumming as indeed I was too. 

Both rubbing and stroking his cock and balls, kissing each other and licking and sucking the other's tits we leaned towards Craig so he could also use his mouth on our breasts and his hands on our bums and pussies.

"Oh shit, fuck it," he groaned. "I'm cumming, bollocks."

In three bursts of cum that fell on our hands and his chest and stomach we performed the first two girl massage at my new relaxation studio.

*

An hour or so later when I was in the studio by myself, for there was no more customers booked in for the day, there was a ring on the bell. The video camera alarm and control system hadn't yet been installed so I looked through the peep hole and seeing Craig standing there I opened the door. As I did two other men and two women barged in with him. Three were in uniform, police uniforms and it wasn't people going to a fancy dress party. Craig said.

"Samantha Cannock, I am arresting you on suspicion of running a brothel and living on immoral earnings."



Relaxation Therapy



My name is Nina and I attend Mytilene Academy with my twin sister Tiffany. The academy is an all girl junior college in southern California and is a little different than most girls' schools, mostly because of the lack of extra curricular activities. The academy curriculum is heavy on academics and light – or devoid – of fun. The students whose families have money take dance, singing, or some type of lessons off campus as a diversion to their dull school life. My sister and I are from a modest family and are here on a scholarship, so we have to resort to inexpensive things to do.

Friday evening, while grocery shopping, I noticed an advertisement on the bulletin board offering $10 to each qualified participant of a study in relaxation therapy. This seemed like something Tiffany and I could do, and even sounded like fun. I wasn't sure what "relaxation therapy" was but I was willing to give it a try. Now all I had to do was convince my sister.

Tiffany was a bit more reserved than I was which might make this a hard sell. We are not identical twins but we are close. Both of us are 5' 6" and slender. Regular workouts in the academy gym keep us toned. Our bodies are similar, but if you ask Tiffany she has larger boobs. She is proud of her 32 D bras but I think she could probably still wear the 36 C's I wear.

I made it back to the dorms and Tiffany hadn't come in from class yet. After a quick cleaning of our room I threw some dinner in the microwave. My sister constantly complained about how much of a slob I am so I hope a clean dorm will help me convince her to take the relaxation therapy classes with me.

Tiffany came through the door and dropped her book bag next to the door. She walked into the kitchen and paused as she noticed our room was clean and dinner was on the table. She looked at me and asked what was going on. I insisted I was just trying to help and suggested we have dinner while it was still warm. As we were finishing dinner I decided to make my move and casually mentioned I ran across something that may be fun.

Tiffany looked at me and said she knew I was up to something. I responded with an innocent shrug and told her I had found something for us to do Saturdays. Surprisingly she agreed with the condition she could quit at any time.

Tiffany and I arrived for the first class to find about 25 women of various ages waiting in the lobby. I recognized a few of them from the academy but we didn't speak. The lobby was sparsely decorated and almost seemed sterile. The walls were a light yellow with white horizontal stripes near the ceiling. The floor was a marbled tile with hospital like vinyl base. There were three closed doors with service windows beside them along one of the walls. Another wall all had a single door, also closed. The third wall was bare with the exception of a couple plaques. The final wall only contained the door we entered the lobby through.

After about a 15 minute wait, a woman entered the room through the middle of the three doors wearing the shortest nurse's uniform I've ever seen. As the nurse walked by, I tried not to let my surprise show. The low cut V-neck, with only 2 or 3 snaps holding it together in the front, allowed me to see the majority of her large breasts. After she passed, my gaze followed her to realize the short uniform didn't quite hide the bottom of her ass. You know that curve that tucks back into the upper thigh that punctuates a great ass. It became even more visible when she hung a sign on the wall. I'll bet almost half of her ass could be seen by everyone in the lobby. Three women standing in a group next to me commented on how the young nurse wasn't wearing any underwear and how disgusted they were with her display. They left promptly.

The nurse, who still hadn't said anything, turned around and walked back to the door she had come in through. Just before leaving the room she turned around and cleared her throat, getting the attention of those she didn't already have. She grabbed the bottom edge of her uniform, which had ridden up enough that those close enough could have seen a hint of her shaven sex, and pulled it down. I heard several of the older women complain about the crudeness of her actions and left the lobby, leaving only about 15 young women.

The nurse said she was an assistant to Dr. Woo, the research scientist in charge of this project. She introduced herself as Bella, a nursing student who attended the doctor's first class last year. She had white blonde hair with and for lack of a better explanation, evil and dark brown eyebrows. Her chest was large and nearly exposed after pulling on the bottom of her uniform. So much so I could see part of her areolas.

My attention snapped back to reality when I heard the door close. Bella had gone and I had not heard what she said. I turned to Tiffany and asked what Nurse Bella had said and she informed me we will be interviewed soon to qualify us for entry in the project. Now that the distraction had gone, I read the newly placed sign on the wall that stated the same thing. Furthermore, the sign asked each candidate to have a minimum of three forms of identification ready to prove they were over 18, which was no problem for us. Another five women left the lobby after this announcement.

The middle of the three doors opened and Bella announced the screening would begin. She invited the young woman standing closest to the door to come in and sit down. The door closed behind them and the remaining nine of us waited impatiently. Tiffany leaned over and suggested we should leave. She was becoming more and more uneasy and thought this whole setup was too unnerving. I responded by teasing her that she was being too much of a prude. I told her she could not back out now just because some nurse was wearing a skimpy uniform. She reluctantly agreed but pointed out I agreed she could quit at any time.

After about 10 minutes, the door opened and the candidate quickly walked past us all and left the lobby. Bella came through the door and pointed at me and told me I was next. I stood up and entered the small room, stepping to the side as Bella closed the door behind me. She told me to strip down to my bra and panties and have a seat on the examination table. Before I could comment, she handed me a clipboard and pen and instructed me to fill out the questionnaire while I wait for her to return.

I squeamishly mentioned to Bella I was not wearing any underwear and asked if she had anything I could cover myself with. Nurse Bella looked at me with a smirk, and asked if I wanted to participate in this project or not. I nodded yes and she turned her back to me and bent over looking through the drawers of the desk next to her. First she explored the top drawer, then the middle drawer, and finally the lowest drawer, exposing more and more of her ass as she went. By the time she made it to the bottom drawer, her entire ass was poking out from under her uniform. I could hear rustling in the drawer as she searched which refocused my attention to her. I glanced from the drawer to her rear and saw her smoothly shaved sex. It was smooth and glistening in all its glory. Just as I was about to speak and voice my objections to her flaunting herself in front of me she stood up and twirled around. She abruptly tugged on the bottom of her uniform to cover herself and apologized for not having anything for me to cover myself. She said I could stay and do as she asked or leave as she left the small exam room.

Stunned, I looked down at the questionnaire and read the first sentence. It stated that, if selected, each candidate would be paid $10 for each Saturday class they attended with a $500 bonus paid if they participated in all classes. That was enough to convince me. We could really use the extra cash. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor. Then I unfastened my jeans and slid them off my hips and down my thighs. I bent down to take hold of my pants as I stepped out of them and placed them on the exam table. As I stood up I found Nurse Bella watching me, or my ass to be more precise. I turned around and backed away from her until I was leaning against the exam table. Unable to speak, I just stood there as she scooped up the questionnaire.

She asked why I hadn't filled it out, but before I could respond she said she would ask me the questions and fill in my answers. I nodded in agreement and scooted up onto the table clinching my legs together as I tried to keep myself hidden. She asked for my three forms of identification as she scanned down through the questions. I turned and retrieved them from my pants pocket and handed them to her. After a thorough inspection Bella returned them to me and I stuffed them back into my jeans pocket.

The first series of questions were simple, all relating to health conditions and allergic reactions. The next series of questions were a little more personal as Nurse Bella asked me for my measurements, which I replied with 36-24-32. She then asked for my cup size and I responded with a large size C. She asked if I were a virgin and I said yes. Her next question caught me off guard as I did not immediately respond. After a moment of silence, I asked why she needed to know if I masturbated. Nurse Bella replied that in order to qualify, or disqualify, participants they needed to develop a true profile of the individual's health, habits, and activities. After another moment of silence, I softly replied with yes.

Nurse Bella nodded with a satisfied smile on her face and moved on to the last few questions, all about the way and frequency of my self exploration. I answered truthfully to them all keeping the idea of the $500 bonus in my mind. My interrogator, as I began to think of her, asked me to stand up, turn around, and lay down on my stomach. As I stood, so did Nurse Bella. I turned and tried to ease myself onto the exam table without completely exposing myself.

As I settled down onto the table, I heard what sounded like two snaps. It must have distracted me enough to not pay so much attention to my exposed self. I rested on my stomach and placed my hands across my ass and concentrated on what my interrogator was doing.

Nurse Bella was standing at the desk with her back to me when she asked me to relax and try to take deep breaths. She lit a candle and placed it on the edge of the table only a few feet from my head. I instantly smelled a sweet scent and wondered what it was. She continued shuffling through some papers on the desk until she dropped one. I closed my eyes to avoid another viewing of her sex. I chuckled to myself thinking to myself as close as she was I could probably smell her. Once I felt a bump on the exam table I figured she had stood up. I opened my eyes to see her standing by my side facing me. She was holding a measuring tape and asked me to lie still while she took some measurements.

I closed my eyes again as I felt her lay the tape measure across the back of my shoulders, then from my shoulder to the tip of my fingers, the ones still trying to cover myself. I clinched both my legs and eyes as Nurse Bella took my arms and placed them to my side, stating she couldn't get accurate measurements with them where they were. She once again measured by arm, and then reached across my body to measure my other arm. The whole time she spent measuring my other arm I could feel her large breasts pressing into my back. The longer I concentrated on the sensation the more it felt as if her bare breasts were pushing into my back.

As she stood I was sure I felt her bare breasts cling to my back but my attention was quickly redirected as she unhooked my bra. Keeping my eyes closed, I asked what she was doing. All she said was she needed to check the structure of my back and it was easier to do it without fumbling over my bra strap. She began to press on my back, moving up and down until she instructed me to roll over. At this point my eyes flew open and they began to refocus in the dim light. I saw Nurse Bella staring into my eyes, waiting for me to comply.

The thought of the $500 bonus won out again as I slowly rolled over, holding my bra in place with one hand and covering myself with the other. I settled into as comfortable of a spot as I could and glanced over to Nurse Bella. I noticed only the lower snap of her uniform was clasped. The uniform hung from her large breasts with gaps in the loosely overlapped material allowing me to see her toned stomach. It was then she told me to relax and suggested I close my eyes again. I complied and tried to relax. Then it hit me, the realization that this project is a study of relaxation and I once again chuckled to myself.

I settled my mind and let my body sink into the examination table. I must have been really relaxed as I didn't object when my bra was lifted from my chest. I felt the tape measure stretched across my bare breasts. I opened my eyes slightly to see Nurse Bella standing over me taking measurements of my chest, stomach, and hips. She leaned to her side to measure down my leg a bit. When she stood upright I realized her right breast has slid out from under her uniform. She made no attempt to cover herself as she leaned over my stomach, allowing the other breast to reveal itself. I thought it odd, but never said a word.

I kept still as I watched Nurse Bella set the tape measure down and step to the head of the exam table. She halfheartedly pulled her uniform over her breasts and then placed her hands on the tips of my shoulders. I felt a firm pressure on my shoulders and glanced down to follow her hands as they slid down my arms. First she stopped above my elbows and moved back to my shoulders. Then on to my elbows and back, this time she kept on past my shoulders and slid her hands up the sides of my neck and across my forehead.

This drew my attention upward about the time she started down my arms again. I noticed here large breasts had once again slid out of her uniform and were dangling rather close to my face. This was beginning to exceed my comfort threshold. I asked Nurse Bella if she could try not to poke my eyes out with her nipples, laughing purposely after the request to break any tension which might have risen from the request. The only response was a glance down to my face. She must have been looking to see how close she really was to plopping her tits onto my face.

A soft knock came upon the door. Nurse Bella stood upright and walked to the door. She opened the door just a bit and said to whoever was behind the door that her current applicant would be perfect. After that, the door opened and a short Asian woman entered the small room. A quick assessment of her appearance acknowledged most common assumptions of Asian women. She was short with dark skin and even darker eyes. Her frame was petit with what I'd consider large breasts for an Asian. Her hips seemed rather curvy, especially accented by the same short uniform as Nurse Bella. She introduced herself as Doctor Woo and placed a calming hand on my right breast, just above my nipple.

I was taken back by this but my attention soon shifted as I heard another snap. Doctor Woo began to explain the nature of her research, but it was way over my head. I could hear her words but they began to fade as I looked into her eyes. It seemed as if she spoke for hours. I listened as best I could, but all I could really do was nod every so often while my eyes and mind drifted. Nurse Bella was standing at the desk with her back to me holding my bra and shirt. It almost seemed as if she were cataloging the sizes of my clothes to confirm my measurements.

My attention abruptly snapped back to Doctor Woo, having felt her pinch my right nipple then tell me to get dressed. I sat up and spun around to place my feet on the floor. The urge to cover myself had passed. I do not know why, but it had. I stepped into my pants and pulled them up my thighs. Nurse Bella turned to me presenting my bra and shirt. I looked to find her uniform front now agape, shocking me somewhat. I took my clothes and backed up again into the exam table. She simply smiled and dropped her uniform off her shoulders and rested it onto the desk. Now standing in front of me nude, she extended her arms and embraced me. I felt her hard nipples press into my breasts. I was surprised to realize my nipples were just as hard. She whispered a welcome to the project and asked me to take her uniform with me as I will be required to wear it to all subsequent sessions.

Doctor Woo asked that I finish getting dressed, or I could just put on the uniform, and follow them to the cashier.

After a slight hesitation I dropped my pants to the floor and reached for the uniform. I placed it around my shoulders and could still feel the warmth from Nurse Bella. I snapped the bottom three snaps and scooped up my clothes. As I hastily left the room I nearly ran over Tiffany. I suddenly froze. I braced myself to hear a long list of complaints from my twin, but they never came. She greeted me with a large smile and thanked me for the suggestion. She commented on how interesting the Doctor's research was and how she couldn't wait for next Saturday.

We came to the end of the hall, met the receptionist, and collected our $10 and agreed with our appointed time to return the following week. Both of us would come back at 9:00 A.M. and we would both be wearing our new uniforms. Tiffany and I exited into the deserted lobby, and then headed out the front door to catch the bus back to our dorm room. I kept asking Tiffany about her interview, wondering if it were anything like mine. All I could get from her that it seemed like nothing more than a medical screening.

The next two Saturdays were more like seminars than anything else. There were only eight of us who made it into the program. Three of the women I recognized from the Academy, but neither Tiffany nor I knew any of them. The other women seemed to be about the same age and have the same frame as the rest of us. All of us wore the extremely short nurse uniform, some tried not to fall out of it while some didn't seem to care.

We learned many methods of relaxation and meditation. I found out the candle Nurse Bella lit during my interview was a special herbal recipe designed to induce a deep state of relaxation. Doctor Woo provided all of us books to read on everything from breathing exercises to herbal recipes for our own candles. After the second session, both Tiffany & I could settle ourselves in a very deep sleep, so much so, both of us overslept for a few classes this week.

We arrived nearly two hours early for the third session, mostly due to the crazy bus schedule. I was surprised to find the door open, but it was, so Tiffany and I went on in. We were met in the lobby by a young woman in nothing but a towel. She seemed startled to see us at first, and then she introduced herself as Andrea. She explained she was a specialist Doctor Woo sometimes hired for her research projects and today she would be testing one of the Doctor's theories. She asked if my sister and I would like to get started early.

Tiffany spoke up, shocking me, and asked Andrea why she was only wearing a towel. Andrea responded she was getting ready to take a shower and was heading to make sure see she had locked the front door. She laughed as she said apparently she had forgotten to lock the door. Then she sent us to the back bathroom and told us to slip our uniforms off and take a hot shower, then wrap ourselves in a towel and go to exam room six.

We both showered quickly and arrived at exam room six wearing our towels to find two massage tables side by side. They were positioned next to each other, about five feet apart; however they were not facing the same direction. The head of one table was pointed to the right side of the room while the other was pointed to the left. Relaxation candles were lit and the aroma was even sweeter than I remember. I leaned against one of the tables and looked at Tiffany. I could tell she was unnerved at the sight of a massage table.




Relaxation Therapy



Tiffany looked at me with her typical look of despair and voiced her disapproval in what looked as if we were in store for a massage. I told her to relax and wait to see what developed. It would be awful if she quit not knowing what the session was to be.

Andrea entered the exam room, now wearing the standard skimpy uniform, followed closely by Nurse Bella. She commented on how quickly we showered and we must be eager to begin the session so she will get right to it. We were told this is a timed exercise to see how well we employed the relaxation techniques we have been learning for the last two weeks. Nurse Bella asked Tiffany to lay face down on the table to the right, and then turned to me, and told me to lay face down on the table to the left. Of course we could wait and do this after she and Andrea left the exam room if that made us more comfortable. She also said to make sure we were not lying on our towel as it would become uncomfortable since we'd be laying there for several hours.

I could see most of the tension in Tiffany's face slip away, I'm not sure if it was from the news of what we'd be doing or if the candles were working. It didn't seem to bother her anymore, which was all I cared about. Both of us had settled onto our tables, with our heads tilted to the side to each others direction. Our heads were positioned beside the other's thighs just out of reach. After about ten minutes, I noticed Tiffany's eyes were closed and by the sound of her breathing she seemed to be sleeping. I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on by breathing and started to drift.

I heard Andrea and Nurse Bella come back into the room. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were definitely whispering about something. One of them placed her hand gently on my back but I kept my eyes closed. Andrea told Nurse Bella that I was asleep; who confirmed Tiffany was also asleep. Then, Andrea told Nurse Bella that Tiffany's breathing was deeper than mine so they would start with her. At this point my curiosity was climbing. I slowly opened my eyes to see the two of them standing with their back to me, between Tiffany and me. What happened next I will never forget, as it will be etched in my mind forever!

Nurse Bella moved to the head of Tiffany's table and slowly placed her hands on Tiffany's shoulders, all the while looking for any sign of movement. Andrea moved to Tiffany's feet and gently placed her hands on Tiffany's ankles, also being observant to any signs of motion.

Andrea then began to slide her hands up the back of my sister's legs. Up to her lower thigh, then back down to her calve. She did this for several minutes, keeping a keen eye ready to spot any sign of Tiffany waking up. The look on Andreas face was one of affection. The way a sister admires the accomplishments of her younger sister. After a few more minutes, Andrea reached up and inched the bottom edge of Tiffany's towel up. With no response from Tiffany, Andrea inched the towel up a little more. I could now see the bottom edge of my sister's ass. My mind raced, wondering what they were going to do to Tiffany!

I looked to Nurse Bella and found her gently rubbing Tiffany's shoulders. The upper part of the towel had been rolled down exposing all of her back. Her hands were gliding over my sister's back in small circles. Nurse Bella was moving in a rhythmic manner, pulling her hands to Tiffany's neck and then pushing them down her back. On the seventh or eighth pass, I realized Nurse Bella's hands slid under the towel somewhat. With each subsequent pass, Nurse Bella slid her hands under the edge of the towel. My eyes followed the motions of her hands until I heard a snap. I focused on the sound and realized as Nurse Bella was stretching over my sister, she was straining the snaps of her uniform. The strain was still apparent around the two still clasped together.

My attention was now split between the rhythm of her hands and the strain on her uniform. I watched her uniform as she leaned over Tiffany, and with each reach Nurse Bella's chest tried to escape. The farther she reaches, the more they want out. She leaned forward, pushing the top edge of the bunched up towel down. Now the towel just rested in a bunched roll across the middle of my sister's ass. Both the upper and lower areas of her ass were exposed. She began to pause when she reached the top of Tiffany's ass, grasping her upper cheeks. After several repetitions, her hands slid under the towel once more and pulled it completely off. Now Tiffany was lying on the table nude, with Nurse Bella running her hands up and down my sister's back while Andrea was running her hands up and down Tiffany's legs.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

I focused on the sound and nearly gasped as I watched Andrea's uniform fall from her shoulders and land in the floor behind her. The image of her naked body nearly evoked an audible response which would have alerted them to my observance. I closed my eyes and thought to myself of all the things they might do to Tiffany and then to myself. Was I OK with this? What type of research was this? 

Snap! Snap!

My eyes opened slightly and followed the sound. Nurse Bella's remaining two snaps let loose and she let her uniform fall to the floor. I then realized that both she and Andrea had climbed up onto the massage table. Nurse Bella's knees were straddling Tiffany's head. Her hands were playfully cupping and tugging on my sister's ass, lifting her slightly from the table. Andrea was also on her knees, between Tiffany's now spread legs.

I could not believe Tiffany was still asleep. With all that Nurse Bella and Andrea had done to her, it was hard to fathom how she could still be asleep.

Andrea bent forward on her knees and gently kissed my sister's left ass cheek. Seconds later, Nurse Bella leaned forward and kissed Tiffany's right ass cheek. They passionately kissed and licked each cheek. I was horrified! I began to realize that they were about to have their way with my sister while I watched. But, this was not the only realization I had. The most shocking revelation was that I realized I was getting wet! My juices, at some point, had begun to flow and I was actually feeling aroused.

I closed my eyes again and tried to convince myself to stop this. Much to my subconscious sex drive's delight, my desire to see my sister fondled while she slept won out. I reopened my eyes to find Nurse Bella and Andrea rolling Tiffany onto her back. They quickly positioned themselves in their previous spots and looked down upon their prize. 

Andrea extended her finger between my sister's legs and drew back a string of her juices. Even though she was asleep, her body was responding. The same way my body was responding. Andrea placed her finger into her mouth and licked it clean. She leaned forward and buried her face between my sister's thighs. Oh how sensual. Oh how stimulating. Oh how I wanted them to do it to me! What was I thinking? I do not like women. I didn't know what was happening to me, but it was driving me crazy.

I glanced to see what Nurse Bella was doing and nearly gasped again. She was grinding her sex on Tiffany's face. Masturbating with her right hand and keeping Tiffany's face still with her left. She was leaning back on her knees and singing a symphony of pleasure. Her left hand placed on the side of Tiffany's face, slightly moving it in circles to accent the motions of her right hand. As her song carried on to a crescendo, Nurse Bella slipped her left thumb across my sister's chin and opened her mouth. One, two, three spasms and she shot her ejaculate into Tiffany's open mouth.

All this time, Andrea was performing a song of her own, singing silently with her tongue. My sister's hips were responding, moving in subtle circles. I watched intently as Andrea pleasured my sleeping sister and it was clear Tiffany's body was responding as I could hear Andrea slurp my sister's juices. After a few moments, Tiffany's breathing began to quicken. Andrea pulled her head from my sister's sex and rapidly moved her hand. I could not tell exactly what she was doing, but it wasn't long until I saw the results. Tiffany's hips bucked and she showered Andrea's face with what seemed like a dozen streams of ejaculate!

Andrea licked her lips and tasted Tiffany's juices. She stepped down from the massage table and walked to the head of the table where Nurse Bella had been. Andrea, with her accomplice's help, climbed up onto the massage table and assumed Nurse Bella's previous position. Nurse Bella placed her hands onto Andrea's ass cheeks and spread them wide as Andrea bent over.

Andrea turned, looked over her shoulder, and watched as Nurse Bella plunged her tongue into her sex. She arched her back and sent her left hand to massage her self. Then she looked in my direction and smiled. I wasn't sure what to do. I kept still and slowly shut my eyes since I didn't want to be discovered.

My eyes stayed closed until I heard Andrea moan. I took a peek and almost leapt from the massage table. Andrea's ass was only a few inches from my face. She was bent over pointing her shaven sex right at me. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about what might happen.

Nurse Bella said she had lit the other candle, and based on the location her voice came from, it sounded like she knelt down beside Andrea. I could hear Andrea moan and what sounded like a rapid tap. It took a moment, but I suddenly realized it was the sound of Nurse Bella's tongue lapping at Andrea's sex. The sound was almost mesmerizing. I could hear Andrea's breathing dance sporadically. All I could think of was how soothing it sounded and how relaxed I felt.

I had nearly drifted off when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. One of them, Andrea maybe, placed her hand on my shoulder and took the top edge of my towel into her hand. I felt the towel slide off my back and fall to the floor. I was naked. Hopefully they couldn't tell I was awake.

I could smell a sweet aroma like nothing I had ever experienced. The scent was strong, yet unobtrusive. It seemed as if the aroma was dancing around my face. It was very pleasing and all I wanted was to locate its source. Should I open my eyes, or should I still play dead? 

After another moment I took a peak. I was staring right someone's smooth, wet sex!

What happened?

I had been rolled onto my back as well and don't remember. I felt a moist sensation on my face and a warm sensation between my thighs. I was relaxed. I was very relaxed...

The next thing I remembered was waking up to Tiffany rubbing my left shoulder. I heard her telling me to wake up as it was time to go collect out $10. What just happened? Did I just imagine the whole thing? I feel slightly tingly in my sweet spot, but was that just because of a dream or did something more happen?



Relaxfully Content



You are sitting in your bath tub. Shadows are flickering against the walls of your bathroom, casting an eerie, soothing atmosphere. Your head is against the wall of the tub, and your tits are floating succulently in the water. Your eyes are closed, with a wash cloth washing the day's stress away. Music is playing in the background, and you doze. I am in the background, not saying a word, or making a motion, simply absorbing the beauty of the situation. Your hand is between your legs, lightly stroking your lips. I see your lips moving, mumbling my name as you seek further relaxation in your bath. Your free hands move around your tits, adding to your stimulation. You move your legs up, and out, sliding down in the tub to give your hand better access to insert into your pussy. I see two fingers start to penetrate the outer folds of your pussy, and slide inside. You start to use both hands, stimulating your clit while feeling the inside of your pussy. You head is tilted to the side, and your face is absolutely beautiful. You are lost in seeking your own pleasure, and I can only imagine what you are thinking of to give you the required mental stimulation to make yourself orgasm.

I am sitting on my bed. I just hung up with you on IM, and I am lying on my bed. I hear the rain falling outside my window hitting it making a soothing, clacking sound. I picture the rain hitting my body, sending cold, electric jolts through my body as I slowly stroke my cock. It is not hard, slightly soft. As I pull up, the head disappears inside my fist, and peeks out as I pull downwards. My other hand cups my balls, and slowly massages them feeling the hair, and their roundness. 

I picture you in my mind after getting out of the bathtub. You have already had one orgasm, but with your towel wrapped around your body, you have placed a porno tape in the VCR. You are watching a scene of two porno stars getting fucked on a pool table. They are both lying on their backs, with the two guys entering them missionary. This doesn't do much for you, but when the girls start kissing while the guys continue to push into them you start to feel a tingling inside your thighs. Their tongues start playing with each other, and the guys are picking up the pace. The eroticism of the scene is getting to you. The guys are close to cumming and the women are lost in playing with each other. The guys pull out, climb onto the table and start to cum on the girl's faces. The two girls do not stop, but continue kissing eating the guys cum off of each other faces.

I am hovering over you, watching you place your vibrator against your asshole. Lightly placing it near your entrance you feel the vibes being sent through your body. My cock jumps, as you gasp when you shove the vibrator into your ass. Your hips squirm, trying to find the right position inside of your ass. I see the lips of your ass, spread across the vibrator. At this time, you are not watching the video, but listening to the sounds of sex emanating out of the TV. 

You finally position the vibrator where you want, and have a small mental orgasm picturing me above you. You reach over, open your towel around your body, and place the clamps on your nipples. You tighten the clamps, causing your nipples to stand erect. The conflicting sensations cause you to squirm, sending new feelings through your body. Your ass starts to contract against the vibrator forcing you to stop with the stimulation of your nipples. 

My cock is hard, as I lay in my bed. I am fully erect, and straining to cum. Your body, on your bed, stays in my mind. The oil that I am using allows my cock to slide quickly up and down the length of my cock. My veins are standing out, and I am lightly rubbing my balls and ass watching you play with your tits. I slow down to a slow stroke, wanting to keep myself on the edge and cum hard - for you.

You are lost in your own pleasure, watching the video with your tits clamped tight, and the vibrator on low, stimulating just as you like. Finally, as you watch a guy with a huge cock, fucking a blonde starlet in the ass on the video you reach over and grab the candle. The girl's face is contorted in pain and pleasure. The guy's cock is pulling out to the head, and plunging back in deep inside her ass. You feel his strokes in your ass, and feel the girl's pleasure. He starts to increase his thrusts and you place you finger in the wax, sending waves of conflicting sensations through your fingers. His cock expands, and he pulls out of her ass leaving a gapping hole that once was his cock. He grabs hold of his cock, and the girl quickly turns around sucking on his head. He screams, and shots cum all over the girl's face and dripping it on her tits. You, tipping the candle wax over your tits, feel the hot cum from the guy's cock hit your nipples. You lose it, and scream in orgasm, based simply on the thoughts of me plowing your ass like the guy and cumming on your body. Your toes constrict, and you rub your tits, trying to rub my "cum" into your skin. Your pussy juices are leaking all over your inner thighs, and you are beyond relaxed. You remove your anal vibrator, and feel a sense of lose, like the girl in the video. You feel less than complete with the thought of my cock up your ass.

I imagine you pushing a vibrator in your pussy, thinking that the oil on my cock is your slippery pussy. I increase my hand spread, and rub my balls. I imagine your mouth around them, sucking and licking them softly. I thrust harder and harder into your pussy, pushing up and to the right, and not all the way deep. This is the spot that sent you into orgasm last time, and I try to hit the same spot that put such a surprised look on your face. My thighs tighten, and your hands grab hold of them. Your hands rub up and down, simulating your hands on my cock. I arch my back, and scream "YESSSSSSS" as I start stroking my cock at light speed, imagining your pussy lips grab and release my cock. I cannot stop myself as I bury my cock deep in your pussy, and lose it. I thrust my head back, and start shaking my head back and forth. My cock erupts, and hot cum sprays out hitting my chest with the first two pumps. The third hits my navel, leaving a small pool, and the rest starts to drip down my hand. 

Your tongue cannot wait to start licking up my cum. You, first, start sucking my cock getting rid of the all the residual cum stuck in my cock. You suck my fingers, and clean my hand of the cum. You lick the cum in my navel like a body shot, looking at my face, and showing me the pile of cum on your tongue. You swirl it around your mouth, and swallow, beaming in pride while looking at me. 

The vibrator is going like crazy, and your nipples are red and sensitive from being bound. You flick your fingers across your nipples, and think of my cum in your mouth. Your mouth moves, trying to swallow the imagination and the sensation of my cum sliding down your throat. The vibrator is insatiable. Hitting shallow inside of you, making desire within you wanting something bigger and thicker filling up your pussy, and stimulating your clit, driving you crazy by overwhelming sensations.

You explode, picturing me cumming all over myself in my bed. Your body arches, back extends, and legs pressed downwards on your bed. The complete abandonment of your body to your sexual desires finally tires you out. You remove the vibrator, and loosen the clamps on your nipples, and fall asleep, content in knowing that you have made me cum in your dreams. 



Relaxing



Seeing that you are tired, I whisper to you as I hand over another drink. My suggestion is rewarded with a welcomed smile. 

I bid the crowd good day, as I make my way to the door, shaking hands, exchanging hugs and a few kisses. Grinning and waving at them (of course my eyes focus only on one)

Through the door and down the hall, I swiftly carry myself to make the preparations. Quickly I set the mood, putting all into place. 

After I change into comfortable gray sweatpants and a crisp white t-shirt. Just as I finish, my task, I hear a gentle knock. At my side of the door I feel elated and delighted with anticipation of her company. whisking the door open, to greet the goddess. 

Silently staring and smiling, for a moment before she steps in. I take her by the hand and lead her to the bed room. Stopping at the doorway, telling her she can change and I'll meet her in the living room. 

Leaving her for the moment, I start the music, soft sounds of the beach fill the air, the soothing crash of the surf, an occasional cry of a gull off in the distance. 

Spreading out the warm comforter, arranging the pillows, of various sizes, out on the futon. On the end table, A platter sits, sliced fruit and cheese a loaf of bread. 

The faint scent of cinnamon and spice emits from the lit candles in the room. Pouring a glass of iced tea, I sit in the corner of the couch, stretching out. Closing my eyes, taking it all in. The aroma, the warmth, the sounds, sighing lightly. 

At the sound on the bedroom door, my eyes snap open, waiting. As she enters, I gaze at her loveliness. So happy I guessed the right size. My baby now standing in an elegant pale pink set of silk pajamas. 

Wanting to know if she likes and if they are warm I ask. My answer is her crossing her arms in a self embrace and nodding with her brilliant smile. 

She pads over to me and sits. Strange how we peer at one another, like we have known each other forever, and as if it were the first time. 

Leaning in, she gives me a small kiss on the cheek. Fingers spread across the silk and a whisper of thanks is swiftly followed by a blush. 

As she takes a moment to look at the room, I can't take my eyes from her. Turning from me, selecting a slice of strawberry. Silently she glides, the small of her back meeting my hip. 

Bringing her legs up as she lowers her body, parallel to mine, snuggling back further into me. My arm pulls the comforter over us. As our bare feet touch, I feel the wiggling of her toes, while she giggles. Beneath her my arm wraps around, between her waist and bosom, pulling her closer to me. 

Her body feels so warm pressed to mine. My chest to her back, her head resting upon my shoulder. Fingers slowly running through her hair. So nice under the blanket, so cozy. Listening to her breathing, slow and steady. The music softly playing, the candle light flickering, so peaceful, so calm. 

The two of us wrapped in our own cocoon. In the matter of minutes, the goddess, drifts off asleep in my arms. I smile so content to be with her, even for a little while, so content. 

Soon I join this beauty in her slumber. Realizing that sometimes, we all need to be pampered, need to relax. . . . . and need to be held.



Relaxing



It has been a particularly crappy day and all I want to do is go home. In the car listening to the radio I begin to feel a bit horny. I'm a bit surprised by this; it's been a long time since I felt the need to fuck and even longer since I had had a man to do it with. 

I walk threw the front door and go immediately to the bedroom, shedding my clothes as I go. I lay down on the bed and begin running my fingers over my clit gently, bringing them down to stick a couple into my pussy, then back up to roll my bud in between my thumb and forefinger. As my twiddling makes me hungry for more I began to rub faster and harder, instead of two fingers I place all four in my cunt fucking myself as deep as I can. I began to moan loudly, closing my eyes as I feel an orgasm rock my body. 

I move my other hand down and rub my clit as the fingers of the other work feverishly in my tightening pussy. My head spins as wave after wave of the welcomed orgasm hits me, my body shakes violently as I feel my juices shot out onto my fingers. As I calm down I pull my wet fingers from my cunt and bring them to my lips licking off my own cream. The taste makes my pussy ache for more and I get up to retrieve my toy.

The toy was an extremely long, thick dildo. I really enjoy being completely filled up. This dildo was 13 inches long and as big around as a man’s arm. I almost came looking at it. I continued to rub my clit, harder now, holding the dildo in my free hand. I stared at its size, and imagined how great it was going to fill when I jammed its length into my dripping snatch. While I continue to finger my throbbing, wet cunt I started sucking the head of the gigantic dildo.

I began to imagine the man that would be attached to such a tool. He was huge, a brute. He was too big and strong to be gentle, so he would slam his huge fuck stick into my mouth, without regard to my pain. I started pushing the huge rubber cock into my mouth, my lips aching, trying to fit around it. My throat burned as I forced it so deep down that my eyes watered, and I gagged. But this brute wouldn’t have stopped so neither did I. I fucked my own mouth violently with the huge cock, taking a full 10 inches of it into my mouth. I couldn’t breath, even through my nose, because the huge stick took up too much room. I could feel the skin of my neck tighten as the thickness of the cock pushed my throat out towards it. 

Then I imagined that the stupid hulk that was so violently fucking my face quickly yanked his rod out and shoved it into my pussy. He had no respect for me, he just ran this member deep into my pussy. The dildo was so long that it moved my womb against my stomach, and then all of my insides up towards my lungs. I couldn’t breath; my pussy was aching, so full that I had to spread my legs as far as I could to allow for movement.

I rubbed my clit hard with my other hand while I shoved the last inches of the huge toy into my soaked pussy. I pinched and ground at it with my fingers and hand. I started working the dildo fast and hard into my cunt, taking it from side to side, and abusing my fuck hole until it gave to the full length and width of the toy cock. 

With my snatch stretched over it I began to move my hips to the rhythm of my hand, pumping them up and down, my ass lifting off the bed as an orgasm began to build deep with in me. 

My body tenses as my cream began to flow out, making the toy almost to slippery to hold on to. I scream out, writhing and shaking under the spell of the tremendous orgasm that has overtook me. I began to calm down leaving the massive cock inside my pussy, feeling my walls spasming around it. I rub my still sensitive clit, liking the way my body twitches with each stroke of my fingers. 

Finally taking the toy from my cunt, I begin to once again slide it up and down my slit taking it all the way to tease my ass. I know that there is no way that I could ever get the dick up into my tight little asshole but just to put pressure on it with the toy makes me hot again. 

I move sitting up on my knees, placing the cock down on the bed. I come down, my toy firmly sitting in between my legs, snuggled up against my twat. I bring my fingers to my mouth and spit on them, making sure that they are nice and wet, then reaching behind me I gently push one finger into my ass. Slowly I begin to move my finger in and out of my puckered hole as my hips move in rhythm dragging my snatch across the cock. 

My ass loosens enough for a second finger and hurriedly I push it in, fucking myself harder. All images of the harsh man I had before disappear; I am trapped in my own world of pleasure, soaring high on the sensations that I am giving myself. My ass tightens around my fingers as I begin to cum again. 

I throw the toy away from me, bringing my unused hand to my loose pussy hole and I shove my fist as deep inside of me as I can. I fuck myself fast and hard both hands working feverishly to bring myself to great heights of orgasm. My juices shoot from me soaking me hands, legs, and sheets, the bed shakes violently as I yell out my ecstasy. My legs give out and I collapse onto the bed, pulling my hands away from me I turn over onto my back. 

I bring my fingers up to my lips cleaning my cum cream off them all as I think of how perfectly the night ended after such a crappy day.



Relaxing



I was at home, alone, busy doing nothing. It was a nice warm day with not a cloud in sight. My father had mowed the backyard the day before so the yard was neat and tidy and that fresh grass smell. I'd spread a towel in the middle of the yard and was relaxing on it in a little yellow bikini, getting a nice sun-tan. 

I was just lying there, thinking of nothing much, although I will admit that the occasional carnal thought of my boyfriend might have wandered through my mind. There's nothing wrong with that. I was eighteen and healthy and sometimes horny. We've all been in that situation. 

That was the situation when Andy and Ken rocked up, looking for my brother, Brian. Now there were a pair of honeys. I'd had carnal thoughts about both of those young studs in the past. Well, I say young studs, but they were both older than me. The way they looked right now wasn't doing anything to dispel any naughty daydreams I might have had. 

At times I think it's a rotten shame that a girl's not supposed to screw anyone she wants to. Boys can get away with it but a girl? Forget it. The old women of both sexes would be talking and pointing the finger, heaping shame upon the poor girl's head, just for doing what comes naturally. Envious, I think, that a girl might be getting what they're too old for.

"Sorry, boys," I called to them. "Nobody home but me. I don't know when Brian will be back." 

Andy lifted his hand in acknowledgement and said something to Ken, who shook his head. Andy did some pretty fast talking and then Ken shrugged and nodded. They wandered over to me and crouched down next to me.

"Give me your hands, Denise," Ken said, holding out his own.

Puzzled I reached out and he took hold of them, drawing them up above my head and pinning them to the ground. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused.

He just smiled and nodded towards Andy. 

"He's doing that to stop you from interfering when I do this," Andy told me and, to my great indignation, he peeled down the bottom half of my bikini. 

I'm like, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" and I find he's got hold of my ankles and is moving my legs apart. Just like that he's kneeling between my thighs and is undoing his trousers.

What the fuck does he think he's doing? Grabbing himself a bit of nookie was what he was doing and I wasn't being given the chance to say no. Talk about being in two minds. Part of me was saying this could be interesting - do it. The other part was outraged that he was doing it.

It's amazing how fast you can come to a decision when you're in an impossible situation. There was no way I could stop Andy doing what he wanted so I was going to damn-well enjoy it. I'd make the official protestations, but like I said, he'd featured in past daydreams of the naughty sort. Now I'd find out what he'd got.

"You wouldn't dare," I told him, at the same time anticipation was warming up my groin. A slow fire had been lit and was burning inside me.

"Watch me," said Andy, his hand sliding over my pussy, rubbing it, while his burgeoning cock hovered nearby.

"Ke-en," I appealed, looking at him, to be met by a sheepish grin and a shrug.

I squirmed about under Andy's touch, not able to do much, what with Ken holding my arms pinned and Andy wedged between my legs.

"No, don't," I protested, feeling his cock pressing against me. I struggled under him, although not so hard as to throw his aim off. He pressed a little harder and I could feel that he was now penetrating me and I gave a small scream. (A loud scream might have disturbed the neighbours, and that would be rude.)

"Relax," Andy told me. "Just settle down and let it happen. It'll be all right. Just wait and see."

Easy for him to say. He wasn't on the receiving end of that cock. Mind you, it was also easy for me to do. I was wet and ready and, by an odd coincidence, my struggles had left me in a most vulnerable position. His cock slid smoothly in as though we'd practised it. 

Now that he had me nailed Andy reached for my breasts, pushing my bikini top up and off them, his hands closing over them. Then he started on me, pulling back and driving home. Nice and easy, seemed to be his motto, giving me time to adjust to him and move with him. I could handle nice and easy, his cock sliding along my passage and stirring up the fires.

Of course, I didn't expect him to stay with nice and easy, and he didn't disappoint. Slowly but surely he was picking up speed and I was right with him as he moved. To show my displeasure of his heinous actions I refused to look at him, but my hips were bouncing with a certain degree of enthusiasm. (OK, maybe a great deal of enthusiasm.)

Oh, boy, but he was good. He seemed to know just how to touch the right spots, building on my excitement, arousing me with each thrust of his cock. He banged away, his hands playing with my breasts and teasing my nipples as he went. 

Any protests I might have wanted to make were gone. There was no way I could concentrate enough to think of them. I was reduced to feelings as Andy continued to take me. Where he was taking me was somewhere that I now wanted to be rather desperately. If Ken hadn't been holding my wrists I'd probably have had my arms wrapped around Andy, clinging to him for dear life. I idly noticed that my legs were wrapped around him, and I didn't give a damn.

By the time Andy was ready to finish me off I was past ready. I felt a new urgency to his thrusting and then he was climaxing and that was more than enough for my own climax to sweep over me. I'd have screamed but I managed (barely) to keep my mouth closed. Andy's the type who'd think a climactic scream was approval of his dirty deed.

I just sank back down onto my towel, totally wiped out. Andy was rolling off me and then for some reason I was being rolled onto my tummy. The reason became clear quickly enough.

"Come on, Denise," Ken told me. "Lift your bum up higher."

What was he on about? He had his hands on my hips and he was lifting my bum up as he so eloquently phrased it. I sort of scrabbled with my legs, getting my knees under me, still thinking what the hell, and then Ken was rubbing his hand over my pussy. Come the fucking dawn. He wanted his turn, didn't he? I could be so fucking slow at times.

I had time to yell, "Ken, no!" and his cock was charging into me, being driven in at a rate of knots, Ken knowing I was nice and wet and aroused, ready to handle him.

I know I'd wondered what it would be like to have sex with Ken and Andy, but my wonderings and daydreams had never tossed them both at me together. I didn't really get a chance to protest Ken's behaviour because he was banging away as if he was in a race. The constant jolting of his groin slamming up against me completely destroyed any chance I had of talking coherently. All I could do was make little grunting sounds while my hips were busy once more, bouncing up and down as he thrust into me.

I suspect that Ken was a little nervous about what he was doing, and so he should be. As it was, it was a damn good think that Andy had already got me fully aroused and fit for action. I could just tell that Ken wasn't going to last long but as far as I was concerned that didn't matter as long as he lasted long enough.

Ken's hurried ploughing was reviving all the excitement that Andy had made me feel. I didn't even mind that he was in such a desperate hurry. As long as he lasted just a little bit longer I was quite certain that I'd be all set for a second climax. I wondered if I should tell him to slow down a little.

Now there was a question. If I asked him to slow down would that mean I was agreeing to him having sex? If I didn't ask, would he have a premature ejaculation and deny me my climax? Decisions, decisions. I turned my head to look at him, opening my mouth to speak. I don't know what I was going to say and I never got a chance to say it anyway.

Ken saw me looking at him and panicked. There's no other way to describe it. He went into overdrive and hullo premature ejaculation. I was lucky that I was already so worked up that his frantic jerking at the end was enough to trigger off a second climax, even if it was nothing like as good as the first one.

Once again I was sinking back down onto my towel, totally wiped out for a second time. I was aware of Ken getting up and departing. He seemed in a hurry to leave. Andy on the other hand simply sat down next to me and waited for me to get my act together.  

"You OK?" he asked once I was sitting up, bikini in place, giving him the evil eye.

"I'll live," I told him. "I can't give the same guarantee where you and Ken are concerned."

He laughed, the arrogant swine.

"A little upset, are we? I've been wanting to do that for a long time. Today the chance was just too much for me to pass up."

"Oh, really? I don't suppose it occurred to you to ask? I might have been receptive to a bit of gentle wooing."

"No," he said, shaking his head mournfully. "It wouldn't have worked. I mean asking 'Denise, can I please rape you?' just doesn't sound right. Somehow it loses its immediacy, its urgency, that frantic desire to have you squirming around on my cock while I master you."

I just looked at him, speechless. What did you say to a comment like that?

"Why don't you run inside and freshen up? I'll take you out to lunch."

"Oh, yes. Go out to lunch with you, knowing that there's a good chance that you may jump me again. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much. Now hurry along. I'll let you choose where we eat."

With that he hauled me to my feet and choused me into the house. I took a shower. Really, I'd have to be mad to have lunch with him. Then again, I was feeling hungry. All that exercise, I guess.



Relaxing After Work



Another late night working at the open house. After all these years in the business Candy still worked the open houses. Single yet again and 40, the vivacious blond had built up a lucrative real-estate business. But the hours were long and stressful. Candy was very tired and it was time to lock up - 10pm. She would just lock the front door then go home and soak in a hot tub. But so tired. On second thought, she just locked the front door and decided to use the hot tub in the model unit. The plumbing was hooked up, it was a real big tub and the decor included a real towel. She could soak in the tub here. It would be quiet and relaxing.

She filled the hot tub and didn't bother to lock the backdoor, after all, there were just half-built houses around here, so no one was likely to come by this time of night especially with all the lights off. Candy took off her brown business jacket, hung it up and unzipped and slid off her brown business skirt. Slowly she unbuttoned her crisp white blouse, slipped it off and hung it on the door knob. Pantyhose down and off and just tossed aside. She unhooked the lacy 38C black bra and let it fall to the floor. Same with the black lace panties. Who cared? Just needed to relax. Candy put her foot in the hot tub and slowly sat down in the soothing water to soak away the aches. Leaning back and stretching out, she felt the water close over her body. The water gently lifted her milky white breasts so they floated. Her ID Card was still around her neck. Never mind, taking it off, just relax. She closed her eyes. Dreaming.

Was that a sound? No. Relax just a bit more. Dream some more. Lights on her eyes? Hand over her mouth! Cold steel at her throat! Dreaming? She was thrust under the water again and again then was roughly pulled up by the hair. Forced to stand, gasping, sputtering.

"Quiet and don't move! Hey, Jamal, forget the furniture, look what I found."

Candy stood quivering and trembling. A flashlight blinded her eyes. She instinctively covered her breasts and privates. A vicious slap!

"Hands at your sides! Let's see what we have here."

The flat of the knife slid down from her throat, between her breasts, under her right breast. The flat of the knife held her right breast up but nicked the other one, something warm trickled down her left breast. She couldn't see them. The flashlight was directly in her eyes. The big man lifted the ID Card from where it hung over her left breast.

"Jamal, hurry up, we've got some Candy."

Two men stared at her. Candy's naked body dripped and shook. Her head swam as she realized the trouble she was in. 

"P-please, please don't hurt me. You can take anything in this house, just leave me alone, please."

"We can take anything? That's what we planned! Truck's out back and we're gonna fill it with everything here. While we're at it, we're gonna fill you. I ain't had a piece of ass since before goin'to pris'n.'Cept for the two porkers I had on the inside -- they really squealed. Turn around so's I can see your ass."

Candy slowly turned around as the big man played his flashlight all over her body.

"Jiggly ass, not skinny, got some meat on it. Maybe I'll try porking you too. Kinda got used to porkin'in prisn."

"Whatcha find Eddy? Oh! Hey, cool. Nice jugs -- fill both hands. Too bad you spoiled one of them"

As she turned around Eddy's knife knicked her left breast again. Now his knife was under her right breast slowly raising it up and then dropping it, bouncing it like a ball! She could feel the blade scraping the flesh under her breast every time it bounced.

"I'll tell Carlos to come in from the truck. He'll like this too."

"Not enough room here, Carlos can wait. Now blondie, raise your arms over your head and spread your legs."

As she raised her trembling arms and stood with her legs apart, a cold, rough hand squeezed her left nipple and poked the cuts.

"Hey look at her jump! Guess we can still use this boob. Nice hair between the legs, she's a real blonde. Nice ass, I like them with a bit of meat."

She could hear the sneers in their voices as someone grabbed her cunt and pinched hard.

"OK, slut, on your knees and keep your legs apart. Undo my pants and take out my pecker. Hey Jamal get your pants off you dumb turd."

Now she was on her knees, in the dark, in the tub. She could feel the tip of a cock touching her breast. Now two. One of them put the tip of his cock on her left nipple and pushed so hard her breast felt like the cock was almost inside it as flesh folded around the cock. Eddy pressed his balls up against her right breast so that his cock rested on her throat.

"Don't move while we grease up your titties luscious."

They rubbed their moist cocks on her tits and she felt some warm goo dribbling on them.

"OK, now bend down and start sucking," Eddy growled.

Trembling, she reluctantly felt for his cock but he jammed it forward into her lips and Jamal tweaked her nipples very hard. She jumped.

"On second thought, suck Jamal's cock instead and turn around and lean over, I really need to pork you bitch."

The water sloshed as she sobbingly turned around again kneeling on her hands and knees. She felt Jamal's cock brush her lips. It was already moist and she could taste the salt. His cock pushed at her lips as he once again tweaked her left, bleeding breast. Her lips parted and his hot, throbbing cock slid in so her tongue could taste his moist dribblings.

Meanwhile, Eddy lathered her ass with soap to make entry easier and then she felt the tip of his cock touch her left ass cheek then the right one before coming to rest at her asshole. She braced with fear as Eddy cutched around her soft belly and Eddy start to push. The soap did its job and she was surprised how quickly his cock entered. Candy felt him thrust into her violated anus as her head swam. Unfortunately, she remained conscious as he thrust all the way in over and over. 

Everytime Eddy rammed his cock into her ass, her whole body swayed forward, her breasts swinging wildly. Each time Eddy rammed into her ass Jamal's thick cock was forced down her throat so she felt like vomiting. 

"Porky! Here I come!" 

She felt Eddy shudder and knew his filthy cock had come inside her. As he pulled out, Jamal started pushing harder and his balls ground against her chin while he continued to inflict pain on her tits with his rough squeezing. His cock rubbed back and forth over her tongue and into her throat as she fought the nausea. She felt him jerk uncontrollably as his filthy cum filled her mouth forcing her to swallow the vile, salty goo.

Eddy shoved her to the bottom of the tub putting his foot on her left breast so only her nose was barely above water. She heard:

"OK, go get Carlos. It's his turn."

Soon a heavier set of footsteps came hurrying and she heard a low whistle.

"Saved me something huh? Let me see. Nice tits. Blonde pussy! Get your foot off her so I can get in!"

The foot came off but before she could move a heavy naked body was on top of her forcing her legs apart. Her knees went up above the water as she felt his hands searching for her pussy. Then she felt the head of his cock directed to her cunt as she tried to pull away. Too much weight on her, she couldn't move. Candy pushed and twisted but nothing would stop the onslaught of this third cock. The filthy rod pushed into her helped by the lubricating effect of the warm water. Carlos just pushed faster and faster. He had just one object -- squirt into this cunt as quick as possible.

Shudders, release. His slimy cum must be in her now. She again felt like vomiting. His weight came off her. She subsided in pain and blackness as she gave in to her minds desire to close down. The last she heard was the scumbags laughing as they started carrying out furniture.

Dreaming. The water cooling. Her eyes opened fearing to see the devastation in the house. Getting up her body no longer ached. Her left breast was fine. Why? She looked about, all the furniture was in place! Damn! Would this recurring dream never stop?? 



Relaxing After Work



It had been a long day at work and I was looking forward to going home and relaxing with a few drinks when my phone rang. It was a co-worker Mark. He had had a long day also and when I stated my intentions for the night we agreed that the best thing to do was to grill out and drink at my place on the patio to relax, unwind and get a little drunk.

Soon after my wife, Kris, called. I explained to her what Mark and I had planned and she thought it was a good idea as she too had had a long week and was looking forward to a few drinks and some good food. She said she would pick up some steaks for the grill on the way home.

Kris was already home and changed into shorts and a tight tank top that showed off her 36D's by the time I made it home. It was her usual after work dress and one of my favorite looks on her. I have always loved her large soft breasts and took every advantage to touch, squeeze, or stare at them.

I changed into some shorts and a comfortable t-shirt and opened a beer as Kris made herself a Vodka cranberry. I had just lit the grill when Mark showed up, with a case of beer in hand and a bottle of Cherry Dr McGillicuddy and some Red Bull for Cherry bombs. Kris quickly poured the Cherry Bombs and after we each slammed them back, the grill was ready and soon we were talking, laughing and enjoying ourselves on the back patio enjoying the nice warm night.

After eating the steaks and many more drinks and several more Cherry bombs, the mosquitoes proved to be a little to much and we moved inside to our back sun porch. Kris got the room ready by lighting a number of candles for soft lighting and to keep the bugs away from the screens and prepared some more drinks as Mark and I cleaned up outside.

After sitting down in my favorite chair, Mark took a seat on the couch across from me as Kris came back in with a gin and tonic for me and another Vodka cranberry for her and a beer for Mark. She had changed into her favorite comfy t-shirt that was way too large for her with the sleeves cut off and the neck cut so that it showed a lot of cleavage. She also was no longer wearing a bra. This made me happy as I always loved to see her breasts swing free and her hard nipples poke out.

She took a seat at the opposite side of the couch from Mark after she bent over to place my drink down allowing me a great view of her naked breasts. She then handed Mark his beer. When she lifted her arms you could see the sides of her breasts where the sleeves of the t-shirt had been cut off. I noticed Mark take a quick glance. She smiled and leaned back as we made a toast to good friends and a great night.

We talked and laughed for some time when Mark got up to go to the bathroom. Kris stood up and leaned over the table that separated us and gave me big kiss. My hand sliding up to cup one of her breasts as I did. I was in the middle of a big grope when Mark came back in. Kris sat back down and smiled. Mark asked if had interrupted anything and I assured him all was ok, I just couldn't help myself. 

This seemed to have lightened things even more and soon the conversation turned to sex. Mark explained that his ex girlfriend would never give him a blow job or even touch his cock. She never touched it, and never even came close to any type of oral sex with him. He said that in the two years that they were together, they rarely had sex and when they did it was strictly missionary and then it didn't last that long.

Both Kris and I were shocked with this information, Sarah had seemed to always be flirty and touchy around him when we were all together. Mark said that that was more or less for show, that when they were alone, she was basically cold as ice.

"I can't believe that. She never gave you head?" asked Kris. 

"Not once." Replied Mark. "Although one time when she was drunk, I thought I might get her to do it, but even then she stopped and wouldn't do it. Believe me I tried to get her to do it. I used to beg even."

"Wow." I said. "I have never had to beg. In fact Kris will surprise me with one every once in a while."

Kris just smiled at me and agreed. "I don't mind doing it. It gets me wet." 

Mark was as surprised to hear that I was. 

"Well it has been so long that I have forgotten what it is even like. I got very good at masturbating however." Mark said hoisting his beer up in the air for a toast.

"You still haven't had one?" Asked Kris.

"No. I haven't dated much since we broke it off. Between work and the house, I haven't had time." Mark stated. He had been remodeling his house for the last 6 months, and worked on that every night after work. 

"You poor baby." Kris said as she held her arms open inviting Mark to come in for a hug. Mark leaned over as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him in close to her. His head resting on her upper chest. He could easily see into her shirt and surely got a good look at her tits as she released him and he sat back.

Mark told us more sexual misadventures that he had experienced with Sarah. We all laughed hard at his many sad stories. Kris would laugh and touch his arm and shoulder, leaning forward as she did allowing him to see her breasts. I know Mark was enjoying this because he continued to tell more and more stories.

Mark got up to go get some more drinks for us all when Kris came over to me and said she felt sorry for Mark. She said that it was good that he had come over as it sounded like he needed a night like this to relax and talk. I agreed and said that maybe all he needs is a blow job and the night would be perfect. She laughed and kissed me deeply and passionately. She was at this point not quite drunk but definitely a bit tipsy. 

Mark came back in with another round of Cherry Bombs and we raised our glasses for a toast.

"Here is to Mark getting a blow job he so disparately needs!" Said Kris as we touched glasses and drank back the shot.

"Here, here!" Said Mark.

When the glasses were set down on the table and we all settled back in our seats, Kris leaned over to Mark and placed her hands on each side of his face and pulled him in close and gave him a deep kiss. This caught him by surprise and he looked over at me. I was also caught by surprise but was turned on by what I was seeing. I had a feeling that she might do this so I just smiled back at him and let him know it was ok.

With this, he turned his attention fully to Kris who was now moving in closer to him. Her back was arched as she pressed her breasts into him. Her hands working their way down his chest. Mark was about an inch or so taller than me and had an athletic build. He used to work out daily but since the remodeling project, hadn't been to the gym as much. 

Kris let her hand rest on top of his shorts next to the button. "Are you ok with this?" she asked him. She turned and looked at me and said "Are you?"

I nodded and said yes, Mark said he was ok. Kris then began to undo his shorts as she started to kiss his neck. His hands had found their way to her breasts. He was groping them madly as she pulled down his zipper and was caressing his now rock hard cock bulging in his underwear. She pulled his t-shirt up over his head and began to kiss his chest and stomach as she continued to caress his cock.

Mark leaned back further in the couch as she continued to kiss and touch him, his hands were on her breasts and in her hair. Soon Kris slid her hand under the elastic band of his underwear and had pulled them down enough to expose the top of his cock. It was swollen hard and red. She slid the underwear down a little further then slid her tongue along the underside of his exposed cock. With that he groaned and lifted his hips off the couch. When he did, Kris slid his shorts and underwear off leaving his rock hard cock pointing straight up at her. 

His cock was about 7 to 8 inches and fairly thick. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to work his cock. Mark had pulled Kris's t-shirt off to fully free her breasts. He was working a breast with one hand as he had his fingers of his other hand wrapped in her hair as she began to lick the full length of his shaft. His eyes were closed as he was lost in the feeling of my wife playing with his cock as he groped her sexy breasts.

I knew exactly how he felt because she is amazing at giving head. She would slowly and lightly lick the shaft from top to bottom. Slowly stroke his cock then place her wet, hot mouth just over the head. Her tongue licking at the tip as she sucked ever so slightly. She would repeat this over and over until it felt as if you could take no more then she would suddenly take the entire length of his cock and swallow it. The first time she slid his whole cock into her mouth, Mark let out a loud moan and jumped. She then began to suck madly at his cock, sliding her mouth up and down faster and faster, then take her mouth off of his extremely hard cock and stroke it slowly.

I could see that they both were enjoying this immensely. Kris smiled as she looked over at me and winked. She continued to look at me as she licked his rock hard cock. I watched as she licked up and down his shaft now soaked with her saliva. She stared at me when she put his head into her mouth and slowly took the entire length of his cock into her mouth. Once she had it fully into her mouth, she began again to work him hard and fast.

She continued stroking his shaft as she sucked away on his hard cock. Her head was bobbing up and down on his cock as he continued to madly grope at her breasts with one hand as his other hand was tightly wrapped in her hair. It wasn't long until he started to buck up into her, slamming his cock deep into her wet mouth. He was getting close to cumming when Kris released her mouth and hands from his cock and told Mark to fuck her tits.

Mark just sat there with his cock standing straight up clearly aching to explode when she said this. Kris had moved to lie down on her back on the floor as she cupped her large breasts pressing them together. "Come on, fuck my tits!" She said as she squeezed her breasts together.

Mark pulled off his shirt and straddled her chest. His cock was rock hard and glistening with Kris's saliva and his pre-cum. He bent over and began to suck madly on one then the other of her large soft breasts. He took time to suck hard at each nipple and to get a lot of his own saliva between her breasts so he could slide his aching cock between her large soft breasts. After giving them a good sucking and getting them slick enough, he sat up and placed his cock between her soft tits and began to slowly fuck them.

Kris kept her tits pressed together as his cock pumped away between them. I had at this point taken my cock out of my pants and was stroking it as Kris looked up at me licking her lips, smiling. Mark began to moan and pump harder and faster until he began to cum. He pulled out his cock from between her breasts as she held them close together as he gave his swollen cock a couple of strokes then exploded his hot cum all over her tits. Large amounts of his cum shot out all over her chest and neck. It was dripping down over her nipples and running down the sides of her breasts.

Mark continued to stroke every last drop form his cock as I watched. When he had pumped the last of his cum out over her chest and got off of her, he sat back against the couch. Kris looked up at me and said "Your turn."

With that I stood up took of my shorts and shirt and straddled her as Mark had and slid my cock between her tits now very slick with his hot cum. I pumped between her tits as the cum made squishy sounds with each stroke. Her tits were so wet and slick it wasn't long until I was ready to add to the cum on her chest.

I pumped a few more times them pulled my cock out and stroked it a few times as I aimed the cum on her hard nipples. The cum shot out of me in an explosion. It seamed as I came more than I had ever before as Kris lay there covered in our cum. Her chest and neck were drenched. She slid her hands in the cum as she rubbed her tits. Mark was hard again as he watched her do this.

"So, did you like that?" Kris asked looking at Mark squeezing a cum soaked nipple.

"Oh yeah!" He said as he continued to stroke his cock. It wasn't long until he was ready to cum again. I had moved away and he moved back over to her and began to stoke his cock madly. Kris wrapped a cum soaked hand around his cock and stroked it for him. It wasn't long until he began to cum again. She stroked his shaft and directed the cum across her chest as he gushed out in long squirts.

Once he was drained, he again laid back against the couch. Kris was covered in cum. It was all over her chest, stomach, neck, along her sides and some in her hair. I went and got her a towel and cleaned her up a bit until she stood up and went to take a shower. 

Mark and I dressed and cleaned up. He didn't say much as we picked up. Once we had everything put away, we sat back down with a beer and he said "Thanks man. I needed that."

I hoisted the beer up as we tapped the bottles together and said "No problem. Glad you enjoyed it." and took a long sip of the cold beer.



Relaxing after Work



I'm relaxing in the bath. I've had a long day marking assessments and faculty meetings that waste time. My neck is stiff and tense, but the warmth of the bath is helping. I'm waiting for you to come home and have been thinking about what we might do tonight. My pussy starts to tingle as I'm thinking about you. 

Taking my razor and shaving cream, I slide my leg out of the bath to raise my pussy above the water level. I lather the cream, rubbing it over my bush and along my lips. It feels good and I take a moment to slide my finger in side, stroking up to circle my clit a few times. Taking the razor, I stroke the blades over my skin, removing the hair and leaving smooth skin behind it. I repeat the movement, taking all the hair from my pussy. I spread my legs wide and run my fingers over the new smoothness, checking for any stray hairs. 

Satisfied that they are all gone I slide my fingers inside my pussy, enjoying the extra sensitivity that shaving means for my lips. Feeling horny and knowing you won't be back for a while, I start rubbing my clit, which has become engorged and sensitive with all the activity and excitement of thinking how you'll react. It doesn't take long before my pussy clenches and I orgasm with a moan. 

Feeling much less tense, I quickly shave my legs making sure that I'm smooth and soft all over. Rinsing off, I stand then step out of the bath, wrapping myself in a big fluffy towel. It feels soft against my newly exposed skin as I walk into the bedroom to look for some clothes. 

I pull on my black lacy panties, the ones that I know you like me in - they hug to the shape of my ass, revealing tantalising glimpses of my butt cheeks. I tug one of your tshirts over my head, my breasts free underneath it. 

In the lounge room I lie down on the couch, flicking through the channels. I put my head down and drift off to sleep stretched out on the couch. When I wake up you are standing over me running your eyes over my legs and ass where the shirt has ridden up. You look tired - too many demanding clients; apparently there's an influx of Australian women needing your skills. 

I move my legs and you sit down next to me, pulling my legs back onto your lap. You tell me about your day as you start to tickle my feet with one hand, running your fingertips lightly up the back of my calf, making circles at the back of my knees. As you talk, your fingers lightly trace up to the skin on my thigh. you move higher, and I part my legs slowly for you, holding my breath as you stroke circles gently on my inner thigh. Your fingers trace the edge of the lace on my panties, following the curve around until you are millimeters from my pussy.

You rub your finger over the material covering me, pressing it into me, soaking up my juices. You tease back and forth, rubbing over my clit with the material. Your finger slips under the material and strokes over my pussy lips. You groan as you realise that my lips are swollen and smooth and wet with my need. I gasp as you begin pushing your finger inside me while your thumb flicks over my clit. You start pumping your finger into me faster, adding a second then a third finger as I grind against your hand. Your fingers feel so good stretching and sliding and rubbing and I cum quickly, squeezing tight on your fingers as they move in me. 

You slide your hand down my leg to where my foot is resting against your cock. You unzip your pants and take your cock out, stroking your shaft. I love watching your biceps move with your fist wrapped around your cock, eyes closed and head back. I move to kneel in front of you, taking your head in my mouth. I push my head down on your shaft as I take you deep into my throat. 

Starting slowly, I bob my head up and down on your cock, hearing you groan my name as i pick up speed and suck hard. I cup your balls in my hand, gently tugging down on them. You put your hand on the back of my head guiding the speed that I take you in and out of my mouth. Your other hand slides into the shirt I'm wearing, finding my nipple hard and begging to be pinched. I groan around your cock as you alternate betweem pinching then pulling on my nipple, taking me to the edge of pain then backing off. 

As you are close to cumming you hold my head still, my lips at the the base of your cock, and pump your seed deep into my throat. Swallowing frantically, I manage to catch all your cum. You let go of my head and I lick the remaining moisture off your cock as I take you out of my mouth, not wanting to waste any. 

Standing up, I straddle your legs and kiss you deep and slow. Our breaths combine as our tongues gently explore lips, teeth, mouths. Your hands are on my ass, fingers sliding under the lace and squeezing. I grind on your cock which is starting to come to life again. You pull up the t shirt I'm wearing and take it off over my head. You are still dressed, with only your cock out, while I'm completely bare except my panties. 

My nipples rub against your calloused palms, making me shiver with anticipation. You grab my hair to hold my neck to the side so you can lick and suckle down my jaw, my neck and to my tits. Pushing them together you try to fit both nipples in your mouth at the same time. Then, taking one deep into your mouth you suck hard, biting gently on the top of my nipple, eliciting a moan. I push my breast harder towards your mouth as you bite my skin gently, worshiping my tits. 

I can feel you hard against me now and I pull the material of my pants to the side, sitting up a bit higher to tease my entrance with your cock. I slide it along my slit and rub your head against my clit until we are both groaning and breathing hard. Nipple still in your mouth, you grab my ass to lift me up and sit your head in the entrance to my cunt. Suddenly thrusting up, you slam into me, so deep that I let out a scream. 

On my knees, I lift my pussy up your cock again until you are nearly out of me, meeting your thrust upwards as i push down on you. You feel so good, so deep inside me and for a while we lose ourselves to the slapping of bodies and the feeling of anticipation as we tease, bouncing and grinding, staring deep into each others eyes, sharing breaths. 

You reach your hand between us and pinch my clit, sending me over the edge. I am screaming your name as you pound up into me, my pussy clenching you so tight. You keep rubbing my clit, and I come again and again around you as you explode deep inside me with a yell. 

Finally we are still, exhausted but so completely satisfied.



Relaxing at Last



I suppose the hardest part of my day was the end of it. Not the work that I had to do, but to leave it all behind at the office and just relax. I had never been one to sit and do nothing, but this new internship had been draining every ounce of my energy from day one. I was out the door before six in the morning and home sometimes after midnight. I had no time for a social life, and even when I did get time off, I was so exhausted I slept.

It had been yet another killer week at the office and I was just slipping my shoes off when the phone ring. I knew it was work because having just moved here they were the only ones who had the number to my condo.

I answered and listened to the voice on the other end tell me that since I was low man on the totem pole and wanted the position so bad, I got to come in a cover the late shift at the office with only one other person there to help me. Some woman named Elizabeth that I had never heard of.

I shook my head as I hung up the phone and drove all the way back to the office. I suppose the lack of traffic should have given me a smile, but I was so tired I could care less about it. I pulled into the deserted parking lot and walked into the office for twelve hours of monotony.

I walked into the Operations Center and sat down at my desk. I saw a purse on the desk opposite me and was glad that at least the help I was promised was actually in the building, if not at her desk.

"Sir?" The voice sounded as tired as mine and twice as exasperated. "Sir, my name is Elizabeth and I guess we are partners for the evening."

I dropped all the fatigue from my mind and turned around to say hello. After all, a man without manners is not a man at all as my father would say.

I turned with a smile and sat there like an idiot as I saw her. She was a probably about five feet, ten inches tall with raven black hair that cascaded down her back like a wave until it stopped just before her ankles. Her lips were full and pouty and moist from the lipstick she wore. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of violet I had ever seen.

After a second of being rude, I introduced myself.

"Please, the name is Rick, my father is a Sir, not me." he had hoped for, and received a smile for the lame joke he had just told. "I have never worked the night shift, what do we have to look forward to?"

Elizabeth smiled again, her tongue darting over her teeth before she spoke. "I have worked night shift here for three years and have answered the phone twice in all that time. I suppose that is why I am confused as to why you are here. It isn't exactly busy."

My anger was dissuaded by the melodic tone of her voice, it was so relaxing to listen to. 

"I assume it is because I am the new guy, or maybe they just don't like me." I smiled again and sat down in my chair, loosening my tie and cracking my knuckles.

She laughed then, a soft and sensuous sound that seemed to both echo and be directed at me at the same time.

"Well now, maybe it is me they don't like, sticking me with the new guy." Her voice held laughter in in and I noticed when she spoke she constantly moved her hands over the long red skirt she was wearing, constantly smoothing it over and over again.

I laughed loudly. "Well, maybe it is a bit of both, please sit down and we can talk, seeing as we don't seem to have much work to do."

She and I sat for hours and talked about a variety of things. From the latest company gossip to where we liked to eat. Inevitably, as most conversations tend to do, it somehow ended up at sex. We spoke very candidly about what we liked and did not and she finally just stopped talking.

"I am so sorry, I shouldn't have been talking about that at all, it was inappropriate." My voice was angry, at myself, I knew better than to do stupid things like that at work.

She shook her head and smiled in a sad way. "No, it is not that. I work nights, I can't remember the last time I got....The last time I was with a man. The club scene is not exactly pumping at noon."

Before I could help myself my brain just launched. "Really, an absolutely beautiful woman like you has no one to wrap their arms around when you get home?"

She looked at me and stood up, her arms spread. "I am not one of those thin girls Rick. I love myself, but that doesn't mean anything to the men I seem to be attracted to."

I looked at her as she stood. She was gorgeous. She was a creature that I could stare at for hours. She had full breasts that sat high on her chest, he didn't know bra sizes that well but they were bigger than any woman he had ever been with. She had delicious curves at her hips and a stomach he could kiss for hours, it looked so soft and wonderful. Her legs were thick and he imagined them wrapped around him.

I didn't talk as I stood. I just stood an walked to her, her arms still at her side. I moved towards her and hugged her. Her arms, timid at first, wrapped around me as mine did her. I felt the fullness of her, the perfection and I just couldn't help myself. My erection grew rather quickly and she started as she felt the hardness of it against her.

"Sorry, it tends to do that when I am embracing a gorgeous woman." I could not apologize, how could I apologize for reacting to her?

"It's alright Rick, it's very nice." Her hands moved from around my shoulders and slowly slid down the front of me until they were in front of my crotch, she pressed softly into the pants and felt the length, unyielding under the material.

I swallowed a bit and ran my hands down her back, my fingers light on her skin as I touched her. Her eyes closed and my hands moved slowly down and cupped her buttocks, my fingers pressing into the soft flesh, her soft moan telling me I was doing no wrong.

I moved the two of us forward, finally having her sit on the desk behind her as my hands continued to roam her body, now sliding down the nap of her neck and the tops of her breasts. She whimpered as I touched them and I kissed the top of each of them lightly, my mouth landing like a butterfly on her skin.

I bent my knees and slowly moved down her body, my mouth kissing over the material of her clothes, my hands sliding down her thighs to her knees. 

I looked up at her and she nodded slightly, her face a mask of pleasure as I slowly spread her legs apart and ran my fingertips over her inner thigh. She was wearing a black pair of panties, soft and silky and warm to the touch as my fingers found the center of her thighs.

She looked down at me, her breathing faster. "Please, don't stop." I nodded and lifted her slightly, my fingers sliding under her buttocks and pulling the panties down her thighs quickly. The musky heaven of her hit my nose and my mouth began to water. 

I pulled her panties down farther and spread her legs until I could press my face into her core. At first only smelling the heavenly scent, taking it all in as my eyes looked over her hairless mound and thick pink lips.

I kissed the lips ever so softly and felt her jerk under my ministrations. Her hands went to my hair and ran through them softly. I pressed my mouth fully onto their wonderful center and slid my tongue into her, tasting the dew that was forming and licking softly at the nub of flesh in it's center. 

Her hands were more incessant now, pressing my face into her. I was more than happy to oblige and slid my tongue into her as far as I could make it go. A moan and cry erupted above me and I began to slide my tongue into her quicker, tasting every corner of her sweet love. My fingers ran up her legs and found the opening my tongue was still busily working. I inserted a finger and she cried out, clenching my hair now as I softly fingered her while my tongue flicked the hard nub of her clitoris over and over again. 

I felt her start to shake and her moisture grow. I knew it was coming and locked my mouth over her clitoris and pressed my finger to the core of her. Her gs closed around my head, squeezing as a shriek erupted and her tightness grew evermore. My mouth greedily drinking the fluids that now poured from her in a torrent.

After a moment her hands relaxed in my hair and her thighs relaxed their vice-like pressure. I moved my head away and kissed each thigh softly before sitting on my feet and looking up at her, my sweet goddess.

She looked down at me with a smile and a look of mild euphoria. "I will talk to Suzanne tomorrow and tell her we need more help at night."

I smiled and told her that I would make breakfast if she would start the coffee in the morning.