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Reward

By: intriguess



I come home after a hard day at work to find a candlelit dinner. I sink wearily into a chair, you turn on the lights and rub my shoulders. 

"All I want is some sleep," I say. 

"Okay," you slowly remove my clothing for me. 

"Thanks." 

I drop tired on the bed but find I'm to tense to sleep. You sit beside me and start massaging my back I moan as you hit all the tender spots. Working your magic all the way down my body. You notice I'm still not asleep. 

"What's wrong?" you ask concerned. 

I roll over, "Could you do the rest?" I ask. Your eyes glint over at the thought. 

"I'm still too tired for that," I say as I realize what you're thinking. You gently start with my feet and caress every muscle in my legs, you skip over my loins knowing better and rubbing a little oil on my stomach and breasts, by this time I've drifted off to sleep. I wake up before you and decide that you deserve a reward. My hands rove around you and down your chest my breasts pressed against your back. I fondle your penis until it starts to stiffen. I notice you're still asleep and kiss your neck softly and warmly. I see your eyelids flicker. I know you're awake now and just pretending to be sleeping. I decide to tease you and push you onto your stomach and rub and gently scratch your back, while sitting on your butt. 

I kiss down your spine applying suction to really drive you nutty, but you have committed to your pretend sleep so can't do anything. I move down my large soft breasts brushing your behind. I see you stiffen slightly trying to control your reaction as much as possible. I work the muscles in your legs and gently turn you over. I work my way back up to your inner thigh. I gently squeeze the sacs but ignore your growing erection. I lay on you and fondle caress and torment you. I can tell you're biting your lip. I know you can't take much more so I position myself over your erection letting you feel how excited I am. I see you clench your fists from the corner of my eye. I delay though instead placing my breasts around your hard cock, the warm flesh enclosing and jiggle so it rubs, your nostrils flare and I know you're going to cum. My hands massage your balls, your mouth opens as you finally release warm sweet sticky cum all over me. 

You open your eyes and say, "I'm so sorry I couldn't help myself." 

"Why sorry?"

"I should have waited for you." 

I stroke your penis and lick it cleaning you up, you gasp, "Why?" as I circle it with my fingers and tongue urging it to rise. 

"Reward," I say as I slide you slowly into my wet warm safe pussy. My hard nipples brush your chest. 

"You're going to wait this time?" I coyly ask, pressing with more pressure and eagerness. You rise further into me, joining my rhythm. "I don't know," you murmur before we kiss our tongues meeting and duplicating our bodies dance. I feel the stroke hitting my pleasure spot. I moan into your mouth and sensing my eagerness you press with renewed vigor. Everything is erased but the feelings of my skin, every inch seems alert. Suddenly we move faster as we lubricate the extremely wet region.

I say, "If you do so will I," before capturing your lips again you move quicker as if straining to hold it in and please me, finally you explode and we cum together. 

"Wow," and you try pulling out. I shove down, "Stay there I need you."

"Even now?"

"Especially now."

"You're so sticky."

"We'll just have to shower later." 

We relax basking in the warmth of passion well spent. I slowly kiss your chest tickling your nipples with my tongue. 

"Keep that up and I'll be hard again," you say. 

"That's the point," I feel you begin to swell inside of me and knowing what's to cum I slide off. 

"You're going to leave me like this" you groan. 

"I thought I'd shower, care to wash me?" I ask demurely. You practically leap off the bed and carry me to the bathroom. I start running the shower and you push me in, once in the warm water wipes away all traces of cum from my chest. You caress my breasts, like you were touching them for first or last time. 

"Could you wash my hair?" I innocently ask looking downwards. You get the implication and lather up a washcloth. "Your hands will do fine," I whisper before kissing you the soap already rinsing off your hands. 

"Have it your way," you say turning me around, reaching your talented warm hands around me to play. Your fingers explore rub stroke. I lean back into you as you reach further down reaching the last spot before entering and say, "You are so wet." You gently play to make me moan. I try to turn around but you hold me still, then I feel that your erection which has been pressing against my back has shifted. Your fingers position it my hips move back as I realize what you're doing. 

You move slowly in and out your fingers rubbing any area they can. I practically die as you continue your slow rhythm forcing me to wait in agony as you pull against me inching your way to going faster and deeper. Your fingers have finally worked their magic and I melt. You notice and smile kissing my neck but continue to stimulate me pushing harder and going faster I barely notice the change of pace until suddenly your throbbing member fills me completely. I keep melting losing track of how many times, knees practically jello, "How was that for a reward?" you ask moving your hands up to tease my rock hard nipples. I turn the shower off. 

"The water was almost too much the sensation of every inch of my body being rained on while you, you," I stop saying anything your eyes twinkling I pull away from you and turn around. You seem to know what I was going to do and start licking my breasts, my mouth refuses to form words as you continue your sweet torment. You open the shower and I grab a towel, and rub you slowly and gently down, trying to regain my wits, drying you off and exciting you as I go. I then switch to myself. 

"Let me," you say. I know that it will be too much and agree, you let the towel drop and start to lick your way down. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Drying you, with my tongue," you hit my belly button and I know there's no escape. I lean against the wall as you kneel in front of me, sliding your hands up my legs parting them. "Help me out here," you ask seeing it will be difficult to do this while I'm standing. I move lower down and put one leg over your shoulder. You start with that leg and move inward, getting there after what seems like an eternity of waiting, licking the outer lips taunting me. You slip your tongue between them reaching my clit and slowly dragging your tongue along it. I shiver, "Are you cold," you barely pause to ask a concerned look in your eyes. 

"Don't stop," I beg. You knows I'm at your mercy and proceed to pleasure me at a speed I can work with after all I'm only human and I wonder if you're excited. I look down to see that your member is rising. I slide to the floor before I cum and you frown. 

"Tired?" you ask. 

I push you onto the floor and stroke you, before answering, "I thought you needed some, well encouragement." Your frown is wiped away as I tempt your erection into existence. I know I'm going to cum any minute from all the attention and slide you into me. I move hard pressing you as deep as possible before I go into yet another orgasm of pleasure you're surprised I came so quickly but comply with my desire and keep going your body amazed, at how much I can pull out of you.

Reward for a Hard Day's Work



The sun was shining but was not particularly hot because it was late in the year. Steve and I had started working early in the morning clearing the garden of dead leaves and cutting back a lot of the shrubs. At lunchtime Ann came around to help us. We worked hard for the rest of the day and finished work late in the afternoon, at which point we adjourned indoors. We each took turns in the shower and then assembled downstairs to have a meal and a relaxing drink.

Ann came down dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. I had slipped into a sun-dress, leaving my bra off but wearing a thong. Steve was in his normal casual dress of t-shirt and shorts.

Steve cooked us a nice meal and we opened a couple of bottles of wine. After dinner we moved to the living room where Ann sat on one of the chairs and Steve and I snuggled together on the sofa. Steve lay on his side with his back against the back of the sofa and I also lay on my side with my back against Steve's chest. Steve supported himself on an elbow, allowing him to see over me to Ann. 

The conversation started out about the plans for the garden but once the wine took hold it seemed to drift onto sex and our previous adventures. While we were talking Steve rested the hand from his free arm on one of my breasts and gently massaged it. I was enjoying the sensation and could see Ann watching his hand as it manipulated my breast. I felt his arm shift slightly and then he took hold of my nipple through my dress and tweaked it, causing me to moan slightly. I looked down and both nipples were prominent through my dress.

Steve's arm moved again and I felt him loosen the top three buttons of the dress and his hand moved against the flesh of my other breast. The touch of his flesh on mine felt fantastic and I could stop myself groaning with pleasure. I closed my eyes and revelled in the pleasure of his touch.

I could feel more buttons on my dress being loosened and when I opened my eyes I found Ann right in front of me. Once all of the buttons were loosened Ann and Steve together peeled the dress away from the right side of my body. The left side dropped away from my front but as it was wedged under my body it couldn't be removed for the present. That didn't matter because the whole of my front was now exposed to Ann.

Ann knelt on the floor in front of the sofa and slowly slid her hands across my breasts. At the same time I moved my right hand behind my back where I found that Steve and unzipped his shorts and his penis was already fully erect. As I took hold of his penis it felt red hot. I wrapped my fingers around his length and gently rubbed across the head with my thumb – something I know he likes.

I looked into Ann's eyes and she leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine. It was wonderful tender kiss. She gradually increased the pressure then her lips parted slightly and her tongue moved against my lips. I couldn't resist for long and opened my lips to allow her tongue into my mouth. Ann continued to stroke my breasts as the kiss became more passionate. Eventually she broke the kiss and moved her lips to one of my breasts. She took a nipple between her lips then nipped it gently between her teeth. The change in sensation caused me to groan again.

I felt Steve move and realised that he was lowering his shorts down his legs. I released his penis to allow him space to kick his shorts off. Once his shorts had gone he adjusted his position so that he was more or less on his back and I was laying on my back on top of him. During the position change he had worked my dress off my right hand side and once I was lying back on him Ann worked it away from my left hand side, revealing my body clothed only in my thong.

Ann leaned forward and kissed me again. She released my breasts and one of her hands worked its way slowly down my body. The hand stopped at my stomach and brushed gently across the skin, making me squirm with delight. Gradually the hand crept under the front of my thong and I moved one of my legs, stretching it behind Steve's, to give her better access to my sex. My pleasure was growing and my breathing was starting to come in gasps as I felt an orgasm approaching.

Ann's hand moved across my clitoris and a finger made its way between my lips. In order to do that she had to work my thong from between my lips, and she moved it to one side to improve her access. Once her finger was lubricated with my juiced she rubbed it around the outside of my lips and then spread the my juices over my clitoris. 

I was disappointed when the kiss stopped and Ann removed her hand. I opened my eyes to see that she was removing her t-shirt and shorts. She hadn't bothered with a bra or panties after her shower so her body was exposed to Steve and I. Her body looked as fantastic as the last time I had seen it. Her 34C breasts were standing proud and her flat, toned and tanned stomach was as I remembered it. Her nipples were already erect and I noticed that she had trimmed her pubic her to a very thin strip. It looked wonderful, definitely good enough to eat and I was looking forward to getting the chance to do that.

She leaned over me again and began kissing me on the neck. At the same time the hand that had been in my thong started stroking up and down my side, stroking Steve as well as me and causing him to shiver in, I assume, pleasure. Ann began to move her head down my body again. Steve wedged my arms against his sides and caused my breasts to jut out. Ann's tongue touched one of my breasts and I could feel my orgasm building again. She took hold of both of my breasts and pushed them together then took one nipple between her teeth again and bit on it gently. When she released that nipple and did the same to the other it was enough to send me over the edge. As she continued to massage my breasts and bite my nipples my orgasm continued until I begged her to stop.

Ann wasn't finished by any means. Her mouth continued down my body. I felt her take hold of Steve's hand and move it to my breast. Steve rolled my nipple as Ann began sucking on the crotch of my thong. By that time my thong had worked itself back between my lips so she was actually sucking both the thong and my flesh. Ann removed her mouth, took hold of the thong and just ripped it away from my body. I was a bit surprised by that but it was only a cheap thong so wasn't particularly bothered. As she pulled the remnant from my body I felt them snag on Steve's penis and that caused him to take a deep breath.

Ann put her mouth back down in my crotch and her tongue moved against my clitoris. Steve turned my head so that he could kiss me as he continued to tweak my nipples. Ann's head moved a bit further and her tongue brush from the top of my vagina to the bottom, lingering between my lips on its way. As it went past the bottom of my lips I felt Steve twitch and I assumed that Ann had continued on to his balls as her chin rested against my opening – a strange sensation.

Ann's hand lifted my bottom slightly and then I felt Steve's penis being positioned between my legs so that it rested against my vagina. All I wanted was for it to slip inside me but Ann applied pressure to stop me from moving down on to it. Every so often it would twitch against me, which drove me mad with desire.

The next thing I felt was Ann's knuckles moving up and down my lips and I realised that she was stroking Steve's penis. The constant movement over my lips succeeded in spreading my moisture. The lubrication was wonderful as she brushed my clit and I could feel my juices running down onto Steve. With Steve continuing to massage my nipples Ann moved her mouth down to my vagina again. She placed Steve's penis along my slit and against my clit and then used her tongue to lick both his penis and my crotch, including the sensitive areas at the top of the insides of my legs. The new stimulation caused another orgasm to suddenly hit me but I was getting desperate to feel something inside of me.

Ann moved up and started tracing my lips with her wet fingers until I let my mouth fall open. Ann slid her fingers deep into my mouth and I licked them clean and sucked them like a cock. Ann took her hand away and then she climbed on the sofa so that she straddled my and Steve's heads. Ann lowered her head to my vagina again and slowly brought her own pussy closer and closer to my face. My lips and nose were buried in Ann's sweet tight pussy and Ann began to rock back and forth. I could also feel her take hold of Steve's penis again and begin a slow pumping motion.

I was well embedded within her pussy and was worried that I might have difficulty breathing but then the pressure eased as she leaned forward further. Again I felt her chin move across my clitoris and then rest against my vagina. I assumed that she had taken Steve's penis into her mouth, especially when he groaned . The next thing I knew he started twitching under me and it was obvious that he was coming. Ann did not move her chin at all and I assumed that she was swallowing all of my husband's come. When he had finished she moved her mouth from his penis and allowed it to rest at the entrance to my vagina. 

As his penis rested against my labia I felt it start growing again – obviously Steve was enjoying himself, possibly something to do with the proximity of Ann's pussy to his face as I continued to use my tongue on her to repay her for the pleasure she had already given me. I managed to reach her clitoris with my tongue and she started shake, finally reaching her first orgasm. 

Ann climbed off our heads and moved to the bottom of the settee. She pushed my legs widely apart, one was over the back of the sofa while my other foot was resting on the floor. It's amazing what we will put up with for a little bit of pleasure. Ann's hands reached under my buttocks and nudged me further up Steve, creating space between me and his penis. I opened my eyes and I looked to see what she was actually doing. Ann leant over and took Steve's penis into her mouth. In no time it was returned to full stiffness. Ann then straddled Steve's legs, held his penis up straight and proceeded to lower herself onto it. A groan of pleasure escaped her lips as she did so. 

Once she was settled on to it, she took hold of my legs and pulled me towards her. She positioned my legs around her hips then started rocking gently on Steve's penis. Her rocking motion caused her body to rub against my clitoris. She obviously decided that that wasn't good enough because she then put my legs over her shoulders and leaned forward slightly. That exposed my vagina and my anal entrance to her.

I felt her use a thumb to apply pressure to my clitoris and at the same time she slipped at least two fingers into my vagina. With her other thumb she spread lubrication around my anal entrance. I started to say no but all of a sudden she had slipped a finger inside. Being an anal virgin it took a short while before I was comfortable with what she was doing but eventually I realised that it was quite a pleasurable feeling. The taboo aspects of anal sex in my mind were such, though, that I couldn't fully relax and when I let Ann know that she removed her finger and concentrated on vaginal stimulation. 

Suddenly Ann started breathing in gasps and moaning. She stopped stimulation of me, positioned my legs so that they were around her waist again and leaned forward. She placed her hands over Steve's, which were still massaging my breasts and proceeded grind herself against Steve. After a short while her orgasm was over and she collapsed forward on me, resting her head on my breasts.

Eventually she climbed of Steve's still stiff penis and reached down to take my hand. She helped me to stand – and I needed some help because of the awkward position I had been in for the past half-hour. We got Steve to sit up in the middle of the sofa, then Ann and I knelt either side of him. We moved his legs apart so that we had good access to his balls then Ann reached down and raked her nails gently across his sack. That caused his penis to twitch and Steve to groan in pleasure. I leaned over and breathed out over the end of his penis. Pre-cum was liberally leaking from the end of his penis so I ran my tongue across it.

The normal taste of Steve's pre-cum was mixed with the taste of Ann's pussy juices. I had no hesitation in engulfing the head of his penis with my mouth. Then I sank my head down so that I took all of it in my mouth. Ann was still massaging Steve's balls, occasionally raking them with her fingernails. When I bottomed out I moaned slightly because I know how much Steve enjoys the vibration that it creates. I then raised my head slowly. As I came off at the top I used my tongue to lick around the head completely. Ann then moved forward and did the same thing, and then repeated the motion. Next it was my turn and I added a third bob of my head.

We did this a few more times, increasing the number of times we went down and up Steve's penis each time. The break between sucks on each change relieved the pressure on Steve slightly but after a few more turns each Steve was desperately lifting his hips off the sofa in order to reach his climax.

There was only one thing to do. I straddled Steve while Ann held his penis straight up, not that it needed much hold by that stage. I faced him and he reached up and gently took hold of my head. As I lowered myself onto him, he leaned forward and our lips met. Despite his desperation he only gently nibbled my lips, knowing how much I enjoy that. He then moved his lips down to my neck and from there down to my breasts, repeating the motion performed earlier by Ann. Again, in a repeat of Ann's behaviour he took a nipple between his teeth and gently bit on it. In response I contracted the muscles of my vagina to grip his penis, which caused him to moan against my breast.

Steve switched to the nipple of my other breast and repeated the gentle stimulation with his teeth. He got the same reward from my vagina.

I raised myself slowly until the head of his penis was just inside the entrance of my vagina then lowered myself back down until our pubic bones met. Again, once at the bottom I used my muscles to squeeze his penis. I repeated the motion, again keeping it slow and teasing, realising just how desperate Steve would be getting but knowing how much he enjoys my prolonging "the agony". At the top of each stroke he would reach between us and stroke the sensitive area between my vagina and my anal entrance and would sometimes use our juices to lubricate around the entrance, both of which were very pleasurable sensations.

I looked over my shoulder to find out what Ann was doing. She had moved back to the chair where she started. She was watching us and had her legs spread over the arms of the chair. With one hand she was squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples while the other hand was between her legs. She was pressing against her clitoris with the heel of her palm while she had two fingers in her pussy and was moving them in a circular motion to stimulate the nerves at the entrance. Her hips were lifting off the chair and it was obvious that she was fast approaching orgasm. As I continued to move slowly up and down Steve's penis she increased the speed of her fingers and then let out a long moan as her orgasm hit.

I decided to take pity on Steve and increased the pace of my movements. That was all the encouragement he needed. He took hold of my hips and proceeded to thrust himself in and out of me, setting up his own pace in his desire to reach his climax as soon as possible. After a few more minutes he thrust into me and held himself there while groaning louder than I have ever heard. I could feel him spurting inside me and that set me off on another orgasm but it was much milder than the ones that had gone before. After about half a dozen spurts he released his hold on my hips and we settled back down onto the sofa. I used my muscles to milk him some more, getting a groan or two in response. I then leant forward and held his head to my breasts while we got our breath back.

Ann went upstairs and brought back some towels so that we could clean ourselves up slightly then we all went in the shower. This time we all showered together. Surprise, surprise, Steve somehow managed to get another erection while watching Ann and I soap each others bodies. Ann and I used our hands on him to relieve him but he only managed a small dribble as an orgasm, which was hardly surprising given what had gone before.



Reward For A Job Well Done



Martina Warner looked around the library as she pushed her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. She supposed she should consider contacts, but she had a "thing" about objects coming close to her eyes.

Martina didn't usually work evenings, as Head Librarian, that was her privilege. But Arleigh had begged her to switch shifts, she and her boyfriend Gerry were going out with their friend Dana tonight. Martina had sighed and relented, Arleigh was always very reliable, she should be rewarded for that.

Martina didn't have plans anyway. She hadn't had a date in – well, ages – and hadn't had sex in so long, she thought of herself as a born-again virgin. 

It was a shame, because Martina was a wildcat in the sack. Any man that gets me is going to get a ride he'll never forget, Martina smiled inwardly.

Martina looked around the library, it was nearly empty. Nearly closing time, there were a few people in the Periodicals reading magazines and a few college students doing some research, but not much else. She'd be going home soon, Martina thought.

She gave a brief thought to going out for a drink after work, but decided against it. Martina didn't like the "Meat Market" aspect of the local bars, not that men hit on her anyway. She didn't put herself "out there" and she didn't flaunt her charms.

Those charms were there in abundance if anyone cared to look past her quiet facade. Peel away the veneer and a very different Martina could be seen.

Her Grey suit and skirt were very sensible, but the blouse underneath was sheer and lacy, patterned with a floral pattern. Her skirt wasn't frumpy, despite the color, it was scandalously short. She wore sexy black lingerie that caressed her body like a lover. Her legs, long and sleek from running every day, were encased in expensive silk stockings with garters. She wore expensive Prada shoes with a high heel that accentuated those legs. But she was the "Girl In Glasses" that few men made passes at.

Martina's skin had nary a blemish, it was smooth and creamy, silk-soft. Her blonde hair which she wore back at work, was long and reached midway down her back. Her breasts were a match for any Playboy centerfold and a few past lovers had commented she had the hottest pussy they'd ever fucked. Her eyes were a near-Sapphire color that garnered her lots of attention.

At 30, Martina's sex life was dull and boring. She hadn't had a playmate in so long, she'd considered asking Arleigh to set her up. The rumors about Arleigh's wild sexuality were abundant in the library.

"Miss Warner?"

A male voice broke her reverie and she turned to see Danny, one of the library's college interns. He was working there to get extra credit for school, but had been very conscientious, not missing a single shift.

"Yes Danny, sorry, I was lost in thought. What is it?"

Danny smiled at her, his dark Italian features only adding to his appeal. If only he were 10 years older, Martina thought. 

"You work too hard, Miss Warner" he chided her softly. "I was just saying, I've put all the Biographies away, the Humor section's nearly done, I can get to that tomorrow. It's time to call it a night, right?"

Martina pushed her glasses up on her face again. "Yes, I suppose it is. Good night Danny."

Danny flashed another one of those dazzling smiles that probably made all the little co-eds cream their panties. "You should get contacts Miss Warner, you've got the most beautiful sapphire eyes."

Martina felt an all-over blush come over her. "Thank You. I didn't think men noticed that kind of thing."

Danny huffed. "Lotsa guys don't, but I do. Eyes can tell you a lot about a person. If they're thinking, if they like you, eyes can even laugh."

She nodded at him. Martina doubted that most 22-year old men were this introspective, it was a rare quality. She liked that.

She straightened the remaining few papers on her desk and switched off the light. Danny was still there, watching her. 

"Danny, you can go. I'm just going to lock up."

"I'll wait Miss Warner, and walk you to your car, if you like. Better to be safe."

Martina nodded, appreciating his courtesy. Over the last few months, a few of the girls had made subtle – and not-too-subtle – passes at Danny, but he'd shot them all down. He was a truly nice guy who came to work, on time, every day, dressed in a professional manner, and did his work. A lot of older and supposedly more "mature" men could have taken lessons from Danny.

She took one last look around, set the alarm and locked the door. Danny walked her to her Beetle and looked kind of – lost.

"Danny. Anything wrong?"

"Oh. Oh no, Miss Warner. I was just wondering ..."

"Yes?"

"CouldItakeyououtforadrink?"

"I beg your pardon?"

He slowed down. "Could I take you out for a drink? Sometime? Doesn't have to be now, just ... "

She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Danny, calm down. Yes, I think that would be very nice. And tonight would be just fine. Where would you like to go?"

He named a place she'd never heard of, Trattoria del Arte, they took her car. He seemed so fidgety, Martina thought that genuinely endearing. But when they got out of the car, he took her arm and suddenly seemed very secure and masculine.

It was a lovely spot, cozy and very inviting, with music playing softly in the background and people sitting at tables, actually talking. The aroma of fresh bread and pasta filled the air and Martina realized she was quite hungry. She leaned over to Danny and said "Would you mind if I ordered something to eat? I haven't eaten in hours, I'm starving!"

He shook his head. "Of course not. Hey, Uncle Sal. Come over here, give your favorite nephew a hug!"

A big bear of a man came to their table and hugged Danny when he stood up. "Whatsis about favorite nephew, you're my only nephew." Danny laughed. "And whosis lovely lady, Danny boy, you got good taste."

Martina blushed again, fidgeting herself this time. "Uncle Sal, this is Miss Warner, she's my boss at the library. And she's hungry. What you got that's good?"

"What isn't good here kid? What do you want?"

"Spaghetti Bolognese?" He looked to Martina, who nodded. It sounded heavenly. "And some of Aunt Terese's homemade bread and a nice bottle of Chianti. And put it on my Tab."

Sal slapped his nephew on the back. "You're family, ya dope, like I'm gonna charge you? Go, sit with the pretty lady."

Danny returned to his chair and sat with Martina. "Your uncle?" she asked.

Danny nodded. "Yeah, my Pop's brother. He owns this place, best Italian eatery for miles around. He and my Aunt Terese cook everything here and he's right, it's all great."

Martina inhaled the rich aromas filling the place, she had to agree with him. Danny continued. "My pop, he's a long-haul trucker. He and my Ma are real proud of me, I'm the first one in the family who is going to college."

She smiled at him. "You'll do well, you're a hard worker."

"Thanks Miss Warner."

Smiling again, Martina told him "Danny, we're out for a social evening and not at work. You can call me Martina."

He smiled again, showing those beautiful teeth. "Martina. It's a pretty name. It suits you too."

She reached out and touched his hand. "You're so sweet. The girl who gets you is getting a really good guy. Are you seeing anyone?"

This time, Danny seemed to be blushing. "Nah. My studying keeps me pretty busy. I've had a few dates, nothing serious. Uncle Sal says I need to get out more."

Martina nodded. " I agree with him Danny. All work and no play ..."

He responded back. "Hey, you could do with a bit more social too. How about you Martina? Seeing anyone?"

Martina shook her head, blonde hair framing her soft face. "No. Not for a long time. Men don't notice me. I'm too quiet and plain."

Danny choked on his wine. "Plain? Martina, don't be dumb. Man, you are one of the hottest women I've ever seen and if guys don't notice you ..."

Martina cut him off with an impulsive, quick kiss. It seeded to surprise them both, but as she was about to speak, their food arrived. It seemed to help break the tension and they both began eating. 

The conversation resumed its normal tone, but Martina's mind was racing. Why had she kissed Danny? Yes, it had been impulsive, but was she attracted to him? She looked over at the younger man and thought, Yes, I am. Very. But she knew she was being foolish, and tried to put those thoughts out of her head as she devoured the wonderful food.

"You've got a good appetite" Danny said to her, chuckling. "I think a woman who loves food is sexy."

Martina grinned. "You should watch me eat chocolate then. I'd give you an orgasm." He laughed uproariously.

They lingered after dinner, giving both of them enough time to sober up after the wine. He was wonderful company, Martina didn't want the evening to end. It had been a long, long time since she could be herself, be fun and happy.

Uncle Sal came over to offer them coffee, but Martina declined. She leaned in close to Danny and said "Would you like to have coffee with me – at my place?"

Her heart was thumping, being bold was not her forte. But with Danny, she had decided to throw caution to the wind.

The smile on his face said it all as he nodded.

The drive to her place was nearly silent, they talked a bit, but Martina's mind was racing. She didn't know what to do, she was so nervous.

They rode up to the elevator to her 4th-story apartment in silence. Martina unlocked the door, greeted her cat who walked around Danny, checking him out. "She likes you" Martina said, smiling. Usually Pookie runs and hides."

Danny winced. "Pookie?"

Martina giggled. "I named her after the teddy bear in Garfield. Sit down, I'll feed her and make the coffee."

Danny sat down on the plush leather sofa and got comfortable. He kept one eye on Martina. The fact that she really didn't know how sexy she was was so appealing.

She brought two steaming mugs of coffee into the room on a tray, offering him milk and sugar, which he declined. They resumed their conversation until he did something unexpected.

Danny set down his coffee mug, leaned forward, took her face in his hands and kissed her.

It was the kind of kiss that took her breath away. Her senses reeled, his lips were so warm against her own. She leaned into the kiss and returned it, her heart racing faster, ever faster.

Danny moved away and looked at her. "I probably shouldn't have done that, but I wanted to. I had to. Martina, you're so very beautiful."

She was beaming at him. "Thank you. You make me feel beautiful." The look on his face made up her mind.

She rose from the couch beside him and said "Wait here. I'll be right back."

Walking into her bedroom, she was more nervous than she had been in years, but she knew it was worth taking a chance. She wanted Danny to see the OTHER Martina, the wildcat that only a few had known. She removed the grey suit, blouse and bra and stood in the middle of the room, clad in only her panties, heels and garters. For a brief second, she considered going out there dressed that way, but she had an even naughtier idea.

She slipped off the panties and reached into her closet. She drew out a leather bustier she wore on special occasions and got into it, lacing it up tightly. It laced in front and came up underneath her ample breasts, lifting them up. She then slipped on a leather thong and stood before the mirror. She ruffled her hair, making it look wilder, applied a touch of mascara and exited the room. Danny sat on the couch, awaiting her return, finishing his coffee.

"Danny?" 

He turned and his eyes opened wide. Martina wanted to know what he was thinking.

"What do you think Danny?"

"I think – I know – Martina, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." She walked up behind the couch and ran her fingers along the back of his neck. Reaching out, she took his hand and drew him up and towards her. They kissed again, this time, both of them were fierce, passionate, loving. Her tongue slid along his lips, then in, seeking his own. She was whimpering with need, his arms were holding her tight, not wanting to let her go. Martina hadn't felt this aroused in many years.

She led Danny into the bedroom, his eyes never left her. He barely noticed the tastefully-furnished room, all he could see was Martina's sexy body. Danny made her feel sexy, alive and vibrant. And HORNY! Martina wanted to jump him right there and then, but she was going to have some fun.

"Okay stud, get naked!" she ordered in mock seriousness. He grinned at her.

He began removing his shirt, showing off a body that was lean and toned, no stranger to hard work. His eyes blazed as he got out of his pants and threw them into the corner, standing there in socks and boxers. "ALL of it!" Martina commanded.

Danny did as he was told, within seconds, he was naked. She walked over to him, a vision in black leather and black silk stockings, and pushed him onto her bed. He lay on his back and she moved on top of him. "You're MINE lover!" she said, her voice a husky purr.

"Oh God!" was all Danny could say, he was so turned on. 

"We're going to fuck Danny!" Martina went on. "We're going to do lots of kinky, naughty fun things tonight, you're going to fuck me, lots. You're going to love this, I promise you!"

Danny already was loving it. He was seeing another side of Miss Warner, Martina, he was loving every second of it. She moved up on his body until she was over his face. He looked up and saw her pussy, barely covered by the black leather thong. "Eat me baby!" she said throatily.

Danny complied. He moved the thong aside and began kissing her, while he made sure to use his hands to caress her stocking-clad thighs. His face was buried in Martina's steaming cunt, she was honeysuckle sweet. There was the faintest hint of blonde pussy hair, it made her so sexy. His licking tongue entered her groove and stabbed at her clitoris, she squealed out in delight. This young man knew how to please a woman.

Danny concentrated on the task at hand, pleasing his new lover. His lover. Martina. He could barely get his mind around that, she was HIS lover. He was HER lover. He ate her with gusto, devouring her pussy, sucking at the lips and letting her sweet juices flow onto his tongue. The vision above him, clad in black leather, blonde hair flying about, eyes closed with delight, was the sexiest thing he'd ever known.

He ate her pussy, the little moans he heard from above made him work even harder. Knowing he turned Martina on turned HIM on. He suckled at her pussy, his hands were all over her long legs, he was lost in the warmth of her cunt.

Martina moved away, licking down his body, beautifully-manicured nails raking his flesh ever-so-gently. His skin was tingling as Danny saw her wrap her hand around his meaty cock and run her thumb around the tip.

"You have a nice, big cock, Danny-boy" Martina purred. "A very nice, big cock. I like nice cocks. Would you like me to suck your nice, big cock?"

"God, yes!" he cried out. Martina laughed at his impatience.

"Then that's what I'm going to do." She plunged her face down on his thick shaft, taking him in all at once. Right down to his balls her mouth went, coming back up again as she slithered her educated tongue around it. She tickled his balls with her hands as she sucked and fellated Danny, his cock twitched and pulsated in her throat, nearly reaching the back.

She bobbed her head up and down Danny's cock, making lots of noise as she did so. Martina kept her Sapphire eyes focused on Danny's dark eyes as she sucked her lover's shaft, gulping as much as she could take. Her hand stroked his cock in a jerking motion as she sucked him, loving every second of having him in her mouth.

"Oh God, Oh God, Martina, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled.

"Then cum baby!" she screamed back as Danny jerked. His thick, creamy cum coated her mouth and she sucked it all down. He was salty and there was lots of yummy cum for her to enjoy.

Danny lay back on the bed, looking a bit dejected. "I'm sorry Martina, I came too soon, but you were so good, I ..."

Martina put a finger to his lips and spoke. "Don't worry about it baby. Mama still has a few naughty tricks to keep us going,"

She reached across Danny to the nightstand drawer and opened it. She extracted a small, blue vibe and handed it to Danny.

"While I wait for your nice cock to recharge darling, you can use this on me Danny." Martina grinned.

Danny smiled. 

Martina said "Put it in my ass lover." His eyes went wide again, but as she turned away from him and raised her ass in the air, he knew she was serious. "Do you have any lube?" he asked her.

She shook her blonde head. "Danny lover, you ate me so well and I'm so turned on, my pussy is dripping. Use some of that to grease up the vibe and put it in me. Hurry baby, I'm so fucking hot!"

Every time the beautiful blonde used profanity, he got hornier. He was seeing a new side of her and it was an immense turn-on. He did just as she had suggested. Martina wiggled her ass and he slid the vibe in her rosebud, slowly. She groaned in ecstasy. "Ohhh, FUCK Danny, that's good. So good baby, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with the vibe lover!"

Danny's cock was already twitching as he moved the vibe in and out of her ass, moving it a bit faster. Her grunts and moans were growing louder as he fucked her with the buzzing toy, her ass squirming as he pumped it into her butt.

"Good boy Danny. Fuck that ass! Use that ass, pound my ass with the vibe lover!" She moved her ass against the invading toy as Danny moved it in and out of his beautiful lover, amazed at her raw sexuality.

As he used one hand to move the vibrator in and out of Martina's pussy, he used the other to caress her body. Her skin was so smooth, her ass round and sexy, legs long and sleek. Her breasts – firm, round and delectable, her tummy flat and toned. She took good care of herself, she was lovely and any man who couldn't see that was an idiot.

Yelps of pleasure were coming from Martina and then her body arched back, and she came. She fell away from him on the bed, he lay down beside her. She was panting, she could barely catch her breath. Sweaty, disheveled, she'd never looked sexier. He kissed Martina's lips softly.

"You're unbelievably beautiful and sexy right now."

Martina grinned at him. "Still a long way to go lover. Ready for some more?"

"Hell, yeah."

Martina moved away from him and removed the bustier. She sat up on her haunches, gorgeous, naked except for stockings and heels. "Time to fuck, baby" she grinned.

"How do you want me to fuck you?" Danny asked. 

Martina smiled. He was so considerate, even in the midst of heated sex. "Who says you're gonna fuck me baby? I am gonna fuck YOU!"

Martina poised herself over his once-again-hard dick and slithered sinuously down upon it, her tight pussy engulfed it. He filled her up, she'd had a few lovers, but none had packed her cunt as full as Danny's shaft.

She began to move, up and down, the bedsprings squeaked in protest. He worked in tandem with Martina's body, whenever she moved, he made his body move in response, sending his dick deeper inside of her. "Oh shit, oh shit, goddd Danny, you're good, lover, so fucking good!" she groaned as she tightened her pussy around his invading manhood.

Danny moved upwards, slamming his cock into her body. "You like being fucked hard, don't you Martina?" Danny hissed, getting into the heat of it. "You like being fucked by my big cock, being fucked up your ass with a toy? Being fucked like a horny slut? You're a horny slut, a fucking horny slut!"

His heated words were getting to Martina, she felt her pussy dripping. "Yes Danny, all for you. I'm your slut Danny, my cunt is dripping and filled with your big cock. You like me being a whore for you, don't you lover?"




Reward For A Job Well Done



Danny did like this side of her, unrestrained and free. He arched his body upwards and sent his cock pounding into her cunt. "Damned right I do, love fucking you, love being your fucker!"

Martina's whole being was on fire. Danny's hands were fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples, running all over her body as his cock thrust in and out of her. His dark features were lined with sweat, the intense look of passion in his eyes as they fucked made her hotter than she could ever remember being. She slammed her hips against his pounding shaft, took all of him in, wanting, demanding more.

Danny gave her all he could. His cock was on fire, he ached to lose himself in her body, his hands roamed freely all over her. She was screaming something, but it barely registered, he was so lost in his desire to fuck her, to please her.

He knew the sweet, gentle Martina was still there, but the fucktoy, the cum-hungry, wanton bitch riding him was a part of her too. He was insane about both women, to know she desired him made him fuck her harder, with all his energy. He moved in and out of her, picking up speed, pistoning in and out of her with increasing speed.

"OHHHH, FUCKKKKKK, I'M CUMMINNNGGG!!!" Martina screamed as Danny's cock thrust balls-deep within her and his strong hands squeezed her round breasts.

Her lewd words triggered Danny's own orgasm and he pulled out before he came in her sexy pussy. He shot his load all over her belly and tits, both shuddered as their climax overtook them. "Goddamm, that was good!" Danny sighed, gasping for air.

They hugged each other close, Martina's natural heat made her take some of his cum from body and lick it off her fingers. He smiled at her kinky and playful side.

"We HAVE to do this again!" she smiled, leaning in for a sensual, now-loving kiss.

"You want to?" Danny asked. She nodded eagerly.

"I want to make love to you Danny. Truly. You were so wonderful, you treated me with respect." He smiled. "And you fucked my brains out."

He laughed. "That too."

She got serious for a moment. "Danny, I want this to happen again. And again. But no one at work can know. I have to keep my professional decorum. Can you understand that?" She didn't care anymore that Danny was younger than she was, that she was his boss, she knew that – but Martina had her career to consider. She waited for his response.

Danny smiled at her and said "Yes Martina, certainly."

She grinned and nibbled his bottom lip. "At work, I'm Miss Warner again. But here ...."

"Here, you're Martina, my wild lover, my fuckslut."

She nodded at Danny. "Yes. Exactly that."

It was what they both wanted, needed – and achieved together.



Reward for Public Devotion



The young girl entered the cafeteria and glanced through the shelves, searching for her favorite cake as she entered. She chose one place at the end of the L-shaped counter and, when she was done with the top shelf, she finally spotted me, standing at the opposite end of the bar, drinking my double espresso.

She was a brunette in her mid-thirties, not too tall, with a nicely shaped body, wearing denim shorts and a baggy blouse.

The woman greeted me vaguely, with a courtesy smile, and went on checking up the bottom shelf of the glass windowpane. When she leaned over, I was offered an unexpected view of her breasts, delightfully seized in a white lace bra, noticeable through the translucent fabric of her blouse, which I noticed as soon as she entered the cafeteria and now in plain sight.

Suddenly aware of the show she'd just offer, she raised her head slightly, just long enough to throw me another smile. At this time, it wasn't a courtesy smile but quite a naughty one, instead. Now she exhibited a challenging expression on her face, just before bowing, one more time, strengthening her teasing attitude.

She went on with her monkey business, repeating the performance over and over again, in a clear-cut manner, leaning further towards the bottom shelf of the counter, widely revealing her breasts in random moves, superbly restrained inside the comfy cups of her bra.

The immediate effect was as expected: what was left of my self-control quickly turned into lust and focused straight on my dick, raising a huge boner, which I clumsily tried to conceal, hiding myself behind the counter.

Meanwhile, the charming brunette made her order and headed for the restroom. She returned a few minutes later and began eating her breakfast, already on the counter.

After finishing the cake, she began looking for a second one, on the same shelf as before, bowing once more. This time, however, she was no longer wearing the magnificent white lace bra and her breasts swayed, glorious and free, under the loose-fitting blouse.

I caught the dare straight away and she also responded immediately, letting me know it with a smug little grin.

Shivering from sheer excitement, I couldn't hold the thrill and rushed into the bathroom, anticipating the feeling of my hands on the beloved 'spoil of war' that she might have left for me, as a token of her gratitude for my obvious devotion.

On my way to the ladies' room I felt the weight of the young woman's eyes following my footsteps. The raging hard-on almost kept me from walking straight and I was having great trouble trying to cover it up. I opened the private stall and... nothing! There was nothing there. Maybe I was being misled by my delusional imagination and just nothing was supposed to happen.

Suddenly, it flashed in my head: what if she left her bra in the men's room, expecting I'd go there? I turned around in the hall between the two toilets and entered the men's bathroom.

Bull's eye: there it was, hanging on the latch of the window above the toilet, in all its glory: a striking 38C half-cup bra. Stuck in one of the cups, there was a post-it with a handwritten note where I could read: «For want of better... Enjoy!».

I closed the stall, anxiously, picked up the bra and began slowly rubbing it in my face. The fabric had a nice soft touch and the inside layer of the cups, velvety and smooth, exuded a warm and sweet scent.

I instinctively lowered my pants, freeing my penis with the clumsy help of my unused hand. By then, the glans had become purple, like it was about to burst, begging for an urgent release. I started stroking my cock, trying to keep my moaning as quiet as I could.

In my trance, I wondered how she could have guessed about my bra fetish, the little bitch. Was it that obvious? I must look so brainless, hooked on her bra while staring at her boobs. It's hard to believe how I can make such a fool of myself, drooling over the girl, totally oblivious. But, in the middle of that glee, I couldn't care less about it. I guess it turned me on.

When I got done with sniffing, I took the bra to my penis, wrapped it in one of the cups and started rubbing my penis, gently sliding the glans against the soft fabric and slowly increasing the pace until it became frantic. It took me no more than a few minutes before I reached orgasm, with a shiver running through my body.

Despite the discretion I tried to keep (it was a public restroom and there were people around) I could not help to unleash a deep groan as soon as my sperm began to gush, in repeated spurts, drenching the whole bra cup.

At this point, I heard the slick voice of a young woman, very close to the door outside the cabin, whispering:

- You're a masturbator, huh? I spotted you on sight. I bet it's just the first of countless times that you're going to jerk off to my bra. Enjoy it, you old pervert, since that's all you'll get from me.

That's how I got that fabulous "Chantelle 3-Part Cup C Chic" added to my bra collection.



Reward for Sex



CHAPTER 1

At school Mira Langley earned below average grades and her dismayed parents paid good money for after-school special coaching, to little avail. Mira just wasn't interested in becoming astutely knowledgeable so endeavored to learn only what she thought she needed to know. Her poor grades followed her into high school but at fifteen she began to grow taller and fill our rather rapidly and remarkably began to excel at sports, any sport that interested her.

At High School graduation Mira accepted the inter-school zone trophy for the soccer team she captained, plus the prize for being the top scorer. She also accepted prizes for winning the senior female 60-meter and 110-meter hurdles, the javelin, open male and female small bore rifle championship, senior women's judo championship and set a new state high school record for points awarded in the 3-meter dive. And then accepting the Outstanding Sportsperson of the Year award, Mira was described to acclaim as probably the most remarkable sportswoman who'd ever attended Halstead High in its 93-year existence and it was sad she would not be proceeding on to college to perhaps attain even higher performance acclaim.

Mira's father Pete helped her carry her awards to the car and said, "Your mother and I remain very disappointed at your dismal academic performance. These sports trophies are very satisfying to some degree but to what purpose I ask you. Your sporting achievements are absolutely useless to you and us in real life. You don't even have sufficient qualifications to work in my store except to be janitor or work wrapping outward parcels or stock shelves."

Mira's mother Pauline said, "Leave her Pete, the poor girl has heard you go through this bleating 100 times."

Pete gesticulated in anger and dropped his keys that Mira lunged forward and caught them at knee level.

Neither of her parents appeared to notice her exceptional reaction.

Two miles from home Mira caught something on her left out of the corner of an eye.

"Vehicle coming too fast ... brake hard dad."

Pete reacted instinctively and braked hard but then released the pedal and said. "What the hell are you on about Mira?"

At that moment a black car driven by a young kid with three of his buddies crammed in the front with him, flashed across the intersection doing perhaps three times the legal speed limit. It had been legally obliged to halt as the stop sign.

"For fuck sake," said Peter, blasting the car horn. "That hoon could have killed us."

"I never saw them coming," Pauline said, patted her chest. "I don't know how you did Mira?"

Mira knew but also knew they weren't interested in hearing about it because it wasn't academic related. Her mom and dad operated a corner drug store and employed seven people. She'd never intended working for her parents because she knew she would have found that kind of work boring.

Although the city and three nearby 'feeder' towns added up to a metropolitan area of 210,000 people, many of Mira's academic-achieving classmates regarded the city as boring and intended settling somewhere else after graduation. An exception was Jimmy Strong who like Mira wasn't going on to college or leaving town. His parents wanted him working in their dry-cleaning business. God how boring, Mira thought.

However Jimmy himself wasn't boring. The tall and lean kid being a late-shaver because he was blond took Mira out a couple of times. She responded to him because he always could see the bright side to anything and was kind with a great laugh but she didn't see her future with him.

On the second occasion they went to a movie early afternoon and when they were back on the street Jimmy said what about it?

Thinking that would be okay, Mira checked to see they were on the same wavelength over something so significant. "What you mean have sex?"

Jimmy looked at her intently and swallowed. "I meant should be go to a movie next Saturday afternoon but your suggestion is far more exciting."

"Have you experienced sex?"

Jimmy colored and told the pretty blonde the truth. "I've had bits and pieces of it but have never gone all the way, if you know what I mean."

"Oooh I can't leave you caught in a limbo like that Jimmy. Come on we'll find some place and do it."

"I-I was talking about a date next Saturday. Mom wants me home early because she is having visitors to dinner tonight."

Mira stopped. "Well Jimmy you face a big decision: Do you go home to your mom now or have sex with me on possibly the only time it will be on offer from me?"

Jimmy closed his eyes and pictured him mom clipping him over the ear, but not lethally, for being very late and then pictured himself roaring like a young lion over the sated nude athletic body of the very desirable Mira Langley.

"I choose pussy," he groaned.

Mira laughed and said he was funny.

Stretched out on her back, her skirt pulled back over her belly and holding her panties, Mira said to the shaking Jimmy, "Shove it into the slit I'm about to hold open for you."

"I know but what about tits?"

"What about them?"

"Aren't I supposed to fondle them to get you interested?"

"Oh I'm very interested Jimmy although it looks a bit on the small side. Just push it in and start pumping. Mom has had me on the pill for a couple of years so you can mess inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes and if you want me to gurgle in delight without pretence, just whisper to me how beautiful I am and how great you feel being in my cunt."

"Cunt? You know and use that word?"

"My previous statement speaks for itself Jimmy. Get cracking otherwise I'm off home."

"Oh right. Here we go baby. I plan to shoot my semen into your stomach."

"Try Jimmy but from what I understand that would be miraculous."

Jimmy said indignantly he could hit the bathroom wall up to six feet away.

"Enough of your disgusting confessions Jimmy... that's it... no get it right in before you pull back to begin pumping."

They finished and rolled away to recover their breath.

"How was I?"

Although Mira was only eighteen and still acquiring sexual experience she slipped automatically into the response women have used over thousands of year of their sexual history: "I can honestly say you are the best."

Jimmy's pigeon chest puffed out.

"Wipe your dick and hurry home to mama. I'm capable of finding my own way home."

"Mira may I say something personal?"

"Yes Jimmy, just say it."

"You are so good at it you ought to accept money."

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes Mira, you were amazing."

"Then that will be ten bucks Jimmy."

He looked dismayed. "But I only have ten left and that has to last me till mom gives me my allowance on Monday evening.

Smiling sweetly Mira said that would be ten bucks and held out her hand.

Jimmy paid out but his expression suggested he'd never fuck Mira again.

"Hi darling," Pauline said as her smiling daughter entered the kitchen. "You look replete; have you eaten?"

"No after the movie I was busy teaching Jimmy Strong how to fuck."

"Keep your voice down," said her mom, glancing at the open door leading to the family room. "How was he?"

"Quite good for a guy who's never had his dick up a female till this afternoon. He gave me ten bucks."

Pauline was appalled. "God how insulting. That's getting it on the cheap."

Mira screwed up her face and asked, "Then how much is it worth."

Her mom went over and quietly closed the door and returned and continued to whisper.

"In actual fact it's not worth very much but it works like art, the owner puts on an inflated value and waits until some sucker pays and like a painter of a portrait will ask for prepayment, women wishing to earn money for sex often demand pre-payment."

"You seem to be well informed mom."

Pauline checked that both doors into the kitchen were closed.

"When I studied for my degree in pharmacy in North Carolina my parents were still scraping for money at that period and so I had to work but it was difficult finding work that also fitted in with my lecturers and personal study so I did it for money, thirty bucks a throw."

"Jesus mom, thirty bucks just for a few minutes on your back?"

"Watch your mouth darling. Many man take much longer than a few minutes and the going price at college today at a guess these days probably ranges from eighty to one hundred and fifty bucks."

"Jesus."

"Did Jimmy wear a condom?"

"No."

"Then come to the bathroom and I'll show you what you need to do to try to protect yourself thoroughly. My advice is to always make the guys wear a condom unless it's a lucrative sugar daddy. The bastards are doing it to get themselves off; most don't care a fuck about you."

"Watch your mouth mom."

Mother and daughter giggled and went hand-in-hand out into the passage leading to the bathroom.

Mira pleaded with her mother to give her tips about managing guys for money but Pauline refused. However she did tell her daughter if she wanted to earn some good money while waiting to find a suitable career opening she should approach Betty Lucas of Betty's Lingerie.

"I went through college with Betty but don't be deceived and think butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. As a sideline she runs a small call girl operation using married women short of money. She mightn't want to engage you because you are young and single but you may tell her I suggested you talk to her. But that's all, say I suggested you talk to her. No way do I wish to have on my conscience I sent my daughter into prostitution."

"But doing it just a few times for bucks isn't prostitution is it?"

"Think what you like," Pauline sighed. "May we talk about something else?

* * *

"Hi Mrs Lucas."

Mira watched the woman's eyes rake her body, probably out of habit sizing her for bra, panties, garter belt and stockings.

"Good morning young lady. I must tell you I don't fit or sell. You must engage with one of my assistants."

"I need to have a business discussion."

"Oh in that case come through."

Betty sat Mira and then closed the door.

Mira blurted, "I'm seeking casual work as a call girl to earn a few bucks while waiting to find a career opening."

"Young lady I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm Mira, eighteen, a recent high school graduate and you know my mother Pauline Langley or Pauline Brandon as she was when at university with you."

"Oh dear Pauline. Yes and you have excelled on her looks and body shape. Pauline is a regular customer of mine. I can't believe she'd send you here on the inquiry you just made with me."

"She didn't actually send me. I said I could make money through sex while trying to find a career opening that interests me. She asked was I serious at being a call girl and I said yes and she gave me your name and said I should talk to you. And that's her only involvement."

"Yes well we both have had to cover our past. We two were probably the top money-earning students of our time. It was so exciting, far better than our studies, but that sort of excitement can wear off. For your ears only keeping on with it hardened me and these days I only service my husband and he moans that's not often enough."

"It's an activity where attitude, caution and commonsense are likely to be paramount, isn't it."

Betty looked at Mira closely and then smiled, "Let me make us coffee darling. If you have the need to earn money I'll assist you. What about selling lingerie."

"Please don't disappoint me Mrs Lucas."

"An excellent response. That was a bit of a test of your preparedness to commit. Please call me Betty. I'll talk to you about what's involved including my share of revenue. Then you will be in a better position to decision, particularly after I tell you about the occasions when things go wrong, sometimes dreadfully wrong. I agree prostitution can be fun and lead to wonderful experiences but be aware it also has its very dark side. Care and maintaining physical fitness are a girl's best friends. I must say you appear to be in outstanding physical shape and don't worry about the smallness of your boobs. Many men dislike anything but smaller breasts. They know even small ones are a mouthful."

"I'll bear that in mind Betty."

Over the next week Mira spent up to two hours a day with Betty being briefed. She was amazed there was so much to learn about sex including absolute hygiene and although she was aware of anal sex had never really thought about guys wanting to push their tongue and dig into her crap hole.

"God aren't men disgusting."

"Oh and so are females angels?"

"Well in that respect yes."

"Darling let me tell you about possible female clients, some of whom will want your butt."

They were both aware Mira had turned a little white.

Mira had to borrow $800 bucks from her mom for the sign-on fee that included the cost of a range of attractive lingerie and that was accompanied by the warning it might be ripped asunder the first time a client got his hands on it

"Oh darling, just one more thing, your name. You'll have no wish to discredit your family if you are unlucky enough to appear in court on a charge of prostitution or whatever. Here is a list of names I've collected off gravestones. Chose a name or a combination of names and use that in your business work. You'll protect your family better if you have an attorney register it as a change of name and gets the change made to your driver license and driving record, Social Security Number and whatever but I suggest you don't do that unless you choose prostitution are your preferred career."

"Preferred career?"

"Some women see it as that and spend all their working life on their back, so to speak. One tip, never, never call yourself a prostitute. The name I suggest is a working professional or in your case you might know enough to get away with calling yourself a pharmacist. Well that's all for this week. On Monday we'll begin your training if you are prepared to have me use plugs and dildos on you."

"Oh yes that will be fine. Plugs and dildos will be great. Here was I thinking you'd have to use your husband on me."

"Darling I couldn't do that. He has a heart condition. You'd be far too much for him. God you are so fit and lithe. I predict you'll be a huge money-earner."

CHAPTER 2

Ellen Cole, formerly Mira Langley, went to a motel to service her first client.

"Excuse me ma'am," called the receptionist. "Are you a guest?"

As trained, Ellen replied, "No a visitor. My stepfather has arrived to see me and is in unit 17 (her client's room).

The receptionist said thank you and looked more confident when, as trained, Ellen smiled at her and said, "It pays to be careful these days. Guests will appreciate your vigilance."

Ellen thought they weakness of that trained response was the word vigilance. Some receptionists might not know what it meant. She had looked it up to find what it meant.

She knocked. The door opened wide and the portly guy with white close-cropped hair did a double take.

"Christ, you're younger than my youngest daughter."

"These things happen sir. You asked for the best and not too old so guess who you got."

He grinned. "Let me watch you get your gear off. That helps me get it stiff. I need a little help these days."

"I'm confident enough to say I'll offer a money-back guarantee if I fail to get you hard."

"Fine well here's the fee baby (Betty's standard charges were $500 to $1200, depending on time and other requirements). I'll give you another $200 bucks if you can assist me to a vaginal climax."

"Well you do have problems apparently so I'd like greater incentive, say $350?"

"Okay but if you fail you pay me $350."

Ellen believed she'd been coached by an expert and had watched training videos intently."

"No problem sir if you cooperate fully. Flip out your dick and I'll start stripping but you better react quickly because I'm not wearing much. I'll attempt some fill in wriggling and tit play to extend out the time."

"I've only hired you for an hour."

"I'm aware of that sir."

"Call me Freddy will yah Ellen."

"Freddy. Lovely name."

Later Freddy was struggling, panting like a dog on a hot day after a run. Ellen waited patiently until his eyes appeared to be out of focus, or cavorting in the sockets as Betty called it. She rammed her little finger up Freddy's ass and squeezed around his dick.

Freddy face turned purple, his eyes bulged and he bellowed into his ejaculation.

"God you're great," he panted. "My wife pushes a finger up my ass but she does it too delicately. I must teach her to ram it in."

"The trouble is Freddy she cares so much she doesn't want to hurt you whereas the truth is I don't care a shit."

"I like it baby. That's a retort I can share with the guys at the club. Look instead of $350 here's $500. You were the best fuck I've had for some years. I'm staying here to rest... actually I doubt that I can stand right now. Just be available next time I come to this city huh?"

"Oh at your service Freddy. You are the best fuck I've ever had."

Freddy grinned and threw a pillow at Ellen who was beside the bed dressing.

Freddy chuckled, "You lying young bitch but I liked you saying that."

Ellen had only just reached her bedroom at home when her phone went.

"Hi Betty. Everything went fine. I received a tip."

"More that once I guess but I suppose you meant it as a gratuity? That's great dear and you know the policy, you keep 100% of gratuities. I'm only calling because it was you debut and I admit to being a little worried."

"Thank you for your motherly concern Betty. It went as smooth as oil on a breast. Good night."

After cleaning up Ellen as she was now even to her parents, went and made coffee and joined them watching TV.

"Good movie?" asked her mom.

"God it was full-on sex."

"What's the name of the movie?" asked her father sounding interested.

Ellen looked at her mom and winked. "Daddy's Baby."

"Christ I'm not going to that. Movies like that ought to be banned," snorted her father.

Ellen plugged away at her career and quite quickly had acquired enough from her tax-free income to buy a pre-owned Ford Escape.

She really enjoyed her first $1000 client.

"Lucky you are young and fit," leered the young guy who called himself Buck.

"My wife likes her sex delicately and no more than twice in twenty-four hours."

"Oh you poor guy... you must feel you never get your motor running."

"Yeah that's it," said Buck. "You look okay but I would have preferred someone with bigger tits."

"What I have is more than you can get into your mouth so what's the beef?"

Buck grinned and said, "I really like your attitude you cheeky young bitch."

That was the night Ellen learned there was a limit to her capacity. Buck left her legless and he grinned looking at her proudly. "I was worried back there thinking you would out-last me. I must get you again when my body is telling him I must have power sex."

"Thank you Buck. You are the best fuck I've ever had."

"That's the truth baby. I'm the best fucker you and my wife will ever have."

"Next time fuck your wife just before you come to me at this hotel."

Buck laughed and said he liked Ellen's style.

Betty called one afternoon and said, "I have someone who likes the sound of you and wants you this evening. I urge you to consider carefully."

"You've never said that to me before."

"The client is a businesswoman."

"Omigod... a woman."

"There has to be a first in everything darling. It's a fact of life."

"What do you recommend?"

"Have you found your career?"

"Yes definitely."

"Then do it. It all counts as experience but never admit to anyone you have sex with females. Some people can't stand the thought so you must not risk your young, clear-cut image. Of my girls you are currently receiving the greatest number of repeat clients. Repeat clients say a lot about the standard of professional and appeal of any prostitute. You are doing very well and helping to make me rich."




Reward for Sex



"My pleasure Betty. Perhaps you might like to be a private client sometime. You are still not old enough to allow your pussy to retire."

"Oh darling, what a sweet thing to say to me. Do I rate a discount, I give you a discount in the store?"

"Of course. You have been so kind to me."

Ellen has a wonderful time with the businesswoman who'd hired her for three hours. Di as she called herself was a sharp-faced 40-something brunette with a very pleasant manner. She said she was on the road pretty much all the time as a trouble-shooter for data processing systems installed in banks. 

Banks have their own systems engineers but these problems can be very tough to resolve. I get called to detect and fix what they have failed to remedy and if people like me fail clients are sold new software or have it replaced according to the terms of their warranty. The more people tinker with their systems to get more out of it the greater the chances of system faults occurring, she explained.

Ellen thought she understood.

Di explained she was a lesbian because it suited her philosophy but it also seemed a safer option than men for a road-warrior.

"But how do you find gay females when you are flitting here and there?"

"Don't worry you pretty head about Di going without. They are everywhere in large numbers. I occasional pay for professional service but you are really not gay are you?" 

"No but I'm an extremely flexible person."

Soon Di was bent over Ellen licking her nipples and both of them had vibrators up their pussy and ass. Later when Di replaced the vibrator in Ellen's butt with a larger one Ellen had what she claimed was her biggest release ever and Di yelled "Wow", feeling the spasms rip through the young woman's body. 

Ellen wearing a strap-on for the first time got Di off with a big one when pounding her ass and rolling all four fingers deep inside Di's pussy.

"Young lady you earned your wings tonight with a superb performance for a novice," Di smiled, handing across a $300 tip to go with the fee. "I must point out we went at it like bitches on heat. Most gay women are more subdued, with many quite refined about their approach to same-sex bedroom play. You'll eventually learn just how dignified some women-on-women can be, not at all like most men I believe."

Ellen left totally replete and thinking it was she who ought to have paid the fee and tip. She felt very sorry about the intense life Di led and wished she could have known her better and be able to love her.

"God I'm doing what Betty warned me about. I must stop have soppy thoughts." 

Within a year Ellen had become Betty's most successful girl with men now asking for her because of her spreading reputation. Her father still thought she was working in a lingerie store.

"My personal sales figures have goon through the roof and I can afford this," Ellen told her father as she took him outside to see the 13-month old metallic blue Mercedes coupe she'd just acquired. She had no intention of buying a house and had to spend her money on something as well as salting some of it away. 

A couple of months later two of her friends said people were talking about her and they'd both heard people say that Ellen Cole was actually Pauline Langley's daughter. Ellen spoke to Betty about it and Betty sighed and agreed the best thing for Ellen to do was to move to another city.

Ellen didn't know anyone in Chicago, a drive of some six hours away, so went there.

She rented a small but nice and well-situated apartment and then attempted to build up a business and operate from there. Her landlord was a rather deaf elderly guy and she thought she'd mention he might see guys coming and going from her apartment. If he objected she might offer free weekly service. But all he said was an reassuring, "Young women like you have to get all the sex you can before babies come along and rip the heart out of your life."

"Huh"?"

During the next few weeks through trial and error, Ellen learnt to be a better businesswoman.

She'd assumed from hearing guys brag that all guys liked sex.

Wrong.

Some kept right away from it because it disgusted them.

Some only had it with their wife or steady girlfriend and most never did it with woman they didn't know.

However on the bright side there were heaps of men around and a large number of them would have sex with any woman who looked clean and 'normal', for example weighed well less than 200 lbs or wasn't anorexic and didn't have any deformities although a woman with three tits might get lucky and obviously any woman with two vaginas might attract three males who were friends and did everything together... everything.

Ellen had grown up frequently hearing her father say this: "For every problem there's a solution."

She was quick to find a big problem: although many guys would have sex with almost any women the one thing they were firm on was they would never pay for sex.

Eventually Ellen found the solution: "Pick up guys from bars. After a few drinks they would be thinking about sex and when asked to pay for it they would have forgotten their rule never pay for sex. Their usual response when told the fee would be, "Is that all a babe like you who looks certain to be a great lay charges?"

Some of course would fall asleep.

The solution was to drag them into the elevator and leave them, sending them to the top floor. Apparently they would awaken or be kicked awake and wonder why the hell they were in that building. That's why it paid to take the money as soon as negotiations concluded.

Yes bars and hotel lobbies were very productive places to find paying clients. 

Before long Ellen found she had to work a large number of establishments to avoid becoming instantly recognized. She had been threatened by several hotel security guys and learned to stay away from hotels that pimps working for organizations and arrogantly acted as if they and their girls owned the monopoly on prostitution in those establishments. The usual threat from pimps was, "If we see you in her again you'll do worse than suffer a prolapsed uterus... we'll rip it out and tied it around your neck with steel wire." 

Although Ellen thought that might be bullshit she was in no mood to challenge the creeps. Chicago had plenty of hotels.

She also found the expectation on fee rate for an hour with a girl was tied loosely to the rack room rate. Guys at a cheap hotel expected a cheap fuck... without any drop in standards or offered options.

Loitering in hotels attempted to rope in a guy for an hour or so was quite tiring work and often unproductive. Then one evening came the breakthrough. She met a guy called Al at the local diner. He slid behind the other side of her table and said "Hi my name is Al. I've seen you in here a couple of times."

"Hi Al, you look muscular."

"Hey lady I would like to be tempted but I'm married. What do you do?"

"The name is Ellen. I turned nineteen a few months ago. What would you like me to do for you Al?"

Al looked at her and did a double take. "Christ you ARE a prostitute."

"Easy Al, I prefer the title Professional Lady."

They laughed and settled down and chatted amicably. Towards the end of dinner he asked where she lived and she told him and said she worked from there or in hotel rooms."

"Listen Ellen, I work as a gang boss two streets over from you. We are erecting that 32-floor apartment block. The pressure to get it finished is on so the site is teeming with guys. Let me post a notice of your availability."

"Okay, just write 'Have a memorable hour with Ellen, aged 19, very experienced' and here's my phone number to add."

"Ellen darling, please allow me to advise you expertly. Allow me to write, 'Have a memorable hour with Ellen, aged 17, very inexperienced'."

"Are you sure that will work?"

"Dead sure. Guys I work for lie about plunging into young and little-used cunt. Want me to do it for you?"

"Yeah and I'll give you a free one Al for being so good as a counselor."

"I'll have to think about that tempting offer," Al said. "Yeah young cunt. I've thought about it; can we go to your apartment now?"

"Of course we can Al. I rather like you all ready."

Thereafter for the best part of three months Ellen's phone went several times a day with guys from the building site interested in bedding her. She didn't have to go near hotels because she gained more than enough business from the building site. In those eleven weeks before the workforce on the project began to run down during the final weeks of construction, Ellen had lost almost 10 lbs and looked gaunt.

As soon as business had fallen away almost completely, she accepted no more calls and as soon as she was free of commitments went to a resort in Colorado to rest and put back some of that lost weight.

Returning to Chicago she began working her hotel circuit. One afternoon a manager nabbed Ellen. He hauled her off to his office warning her unless she stopped struggling he'd call to cops and they could deal with her.

He sat her down and poured her coffee and he sat on the corner of his desk, very close to her.

"How old are you Ellen?"

"Nineteen."

"Jesus Christ."

"What's the problem? Isn't a girl allowed to earn a bit of extra pocket money?"

"So you're not a professional prostitute."

"Hell no," Ellen lied. "Mom would kill me if she found out but I reckon she'd be okay if finding I was having a bit on the side and having the guys pay for it."

"How much do you charge?"

"Five hundred an hour. Most guys ask for two or three hundred bucks of time and that's okay by me. It's far more than I earn as a pharmacist."

"God you are lucky to be paid anything because you'll lack experience and won't be hard enough to offer full servicing."

"Yes Mr Street, I believe that's the reason for my general lack of success."

"How do you know my name?"

"You lapel label states Tony Street. I substituted Mr for Tony out of courtesy."

He smiled and told her to call him Tony. He looked at his watch and said he needed to be off to meet his wife for dinner.

"Look why don't you join us?"

Ellen pretended to look embarrassed. "I-I'm not sure I know how to handle a threesome."

Tony looked shocked. "No, no. Look please don't even mention to Kate what you have been trying to do for spending money. Okay?"

"Okay. Here's my ID so you can be assured I'm genuine."

"Yeah everything looks okay Ellen Cole. Thanks. You have a great name. I recall my mom had some pottery done by an eminent potter Ellen Cole but she would be long dead and buried now."

"A potter you say? How interesting."

Ellen thought going to dinner with this guy and his wife she'd yet to meet seemed rather incredible but she'd advise anyone to make themself available, presentable and personable and almost anything was likely to happy. Most people bury themselves between home and their workplace and wonder why nothing was happening for them.

Tony looked about thirty-six and the woman he hugged and kissed, presumably his wife, could be five years younger.

"Darling I'd like you to meet Ellen Cole, a client of our hotel who works in pharmacy. Ellen is at a loose end, being fairly new to our city, and with your younger brother arriving tonight I thought we might consider introducing Ellen to Brad tomorrow night with your approval."

The wife looked at Ellen either suspiciously or curiously. It was difficult for Ellen to tell.

"Ellen this is Bernadette, mother of our two kids."

"Oh how lovely to meet you Mrs Street. I hope you don't think I'm gushy but Bernadette is one of my top five favorite names for women. It sounds so romantic."

Bernadette switched to looking quite flattered. "Oh how charming of you to say so. I'm very pleased your are here and yes I feel my baby brother will have his lights knocked out looking at you."

Ellen giggled a little apprehensively and was only saved by her lightning reaction when Bernadette asked, "How did you meet my husband?"

"Mr Street apprehended me, thinking I was soliciting. He was wrong of course. I had completed business at the hotel and was supposed to be meeting a friend but he must have muddled up the hotels. I agree I must have looked suspicious looking at men hoping one of them was Harry King."

"You must call my husband Tony since we are socializing."

"Tony what was that crap about Ellen being in pharmacy?"

He turned a little pale but by the time he'd had a deep swallow Ellen had raced into the breach. "Oh but I am a salesperson at a pharmacy in that neighborhood Bernadette. I should think Tony was attempting to cover up his goof and to save embarrassing me in front of you. But honestly do you think I look like a hooker? I'm only just nineteen."

"Tony Street," Bernadette shrilled. "Have you entirely lost your marbles? This sweet young girl won't even know how to spell the word prostitute. How could you?"

"P-R-O-S..."

"That will do Ellen. Please stand over here by me. I don't what you near that callous brute while he's thinking like this."

They sat in the lounge section of the restaurant bar and after a couple of drinks were a happy threesome. Tony's alleged 'goof' appeared all but forgotten by his wife. Ellen ran her eyes over Bernadette, noting the great legs, fairly flat belly and lovely breasts. She wondered how much could she squeeze out of Bernadette if the woman desired to have sex with her.

That thought stopped there with a waitress arriving to take them to their table.

During a lull in conversation Bernadette asked, "What is the pharmacy you work for dear? I know a few of them near Tony's hotel."

Ellen's lightening reaction came to the fore again. "It's in one of the fringe streets... um Smellie's Pharmacy. That ends with an i and an e, not a y."

"Even so what a dreadful name for a pharmacy. No wonder Smellie sends his attractive assistants out to solicit business, your poor things."

"I'm doing my best to become good at soliciting Bernadette."

Bernadette frowned at her husband. "Oh Tony, how clumsy. You've spilt your drink down your front."

"Pardon me Bernadette. I lost my grip thinking some women are very good at soliciting, er I believe."

"Oh God we are not back on your gutter thinking are we?"

Tony said in his defense to indicate they were different kinds of soliciting, "The wives of vicars and priests engaged in soliciting when they attempt to recruit new people to fill their churches."

Bernadette and Ellen began laughing helplessly.

"What... what did I say that was screwed up Bernadette? You are getting on my goat."

"Tell him Ellen," Bernadette said taking out a handkerchief to dab her eyes.

"Priests are married to the church, not to women but vicars keep one at home to screw."

Bernadette and Tony rolled in laughter.

"God you are so funny," Bernadette said, hugging Ellen who looked at the plump breast just inches from her mouth and was tempted to bite it. Instead to divert she grabbed Bernadette on her thigh about ten inches above the knee and squeezed. Ellen thought she saw Bernadette's eyes bulged so hastily let go of the thigh. 

"Er I thought you were in danger of toppling, you had been laughing so much."

"Oh darling, how thoughtful of you," Bernadette said, looking at Ellen's lips for some reason.

"What on earth are you two going on about?" Tony demanded.

"Nothing darling. Just girls' talk."

The Streets and Ellen parted outside the restaurant taking cabs to go in different directions. During the half-drunken round of goodbye kissing Ellen had opened her mouth just as Bernadette went to kiss her and was only a little surprised when she felt the older woman's mouth open. 

Ellen recalled what that computer systems troubleshooter had said: gay women were everywhere in big numbers. Ellen modified that to think perhaps Bernadette was bi. Anyway, she'd accepted Bernadette's invitation to dinner at their home the next night with the other guest being Bernadette's kid brother.

* * *

Ellen arrived by cab and rang the bell of the Street's home. Two kids opened the door and smiled at her and their mom came in behind them, introduced Ellen to them and then told the kids to go back to watching TV.

Bernadette said, "Welcome to our home darling; you looked good enough to eat."

Well Bernadette obviously must have been thinking about eating tongue because in the biggest and juiciest kiss Ellen had ever received from a woman, Bernadette sucked Ellen's tongue into her mouth and gave a fair impression of chewing it. 

Ellen felt her legs part and she squeezed the big fat breast in her hand and had this huge desire to fuck Bernadette legless but sanity and to prevail. So she pulled away and pretended to be mad: "For goodness sake Bernadette, what are you trying to do?"

"Oh sorry darling. It's my hormones raging. I have this penchant for nubile teenagers."

"What does penchant mean?" Ellen said, meaning that as a tease while she regained her breath.

"Christ don't they teach you girls anything at high school these days?"

"I graduated from school eighteen months ago."

"Ah yes, so what was it you do?"

"I solicit."

"Ah yes, to draw custom to Mr Smellie's pharmaceutical products."

Ellen said yes and decided to give her hostess a tease. "Christ Bernadette, don't even pull me down into your breasts. I'd get lost in them."

Bernadette laughed and looked at Ellen very thoughtfully.

A lean, very trim guy in a black suit came up on to the porch and Ellen stood aside for him.

"Hi sis," he said, kissing Bernadette and taking a second look at her half-covered tits. He swung around in his arm that had hooked across his sisters waist and his dark eyes ran up and down and back up Ellen's body, making it tingle.

"Here she is darling. Isn't she a nubile honey? Ellen this is my brother Bradley Nash. Brad is an agent."

"Hush sis. I'm delighted to meet you Ellen."

""Likewise. Do I call your Bradley or Brad?"

"I answer to both so you choose.

During dinner the Street's asked Ellen about her education and where shocked when she said she was not an academic person so had disappointed her parents at school.

"So what did you do at school? Have sex with your female teachers?"

"They all laughed, the men assuming Bernadette was joking while Ellen was quite sure her hostess meant that seriously.

"No I was big into spot."

"Oh, field hockey and roller and ice skating and archery?"

""No hockey would have been okay but those others sports you mentioned were too passive for me. I went for soccer, javelin, short distance hurdles, tower diving, judo and smallbore rifle shooting. I won all sorts of trophies and in my final year was crowned school sportsperson of the year but alas, that meant nothing to my parents who wanted me to win academic prizes. Five colleges offered me sports scholarships but I decided not to go to college."

"Brad who'd been almost turned off by the change in conversation to Ellen asked quietly, "Have you ever tested your sporting ability against adults?"

"No Brad, she's too young."

"I was just interested, this has nothing to do with the agency. What was your best sport Ellen?"

"Rifle shooting because it was my only sports discipline where we complete in teams even against guys. I loved creaming them."

"Were you that good?"

"A few times I suppose."

"Well let's see how well you can complete."

"Okay, that sounds fun."

"I'll set it up. You other two can come along as spectators."

Brad took Ellen home in his Mustang. 

"Do you want to come up?"

"No thanks, you're a bit young for me and will be too inexperienced. Listen what do you actually do for a living?"

"Why?"

"Bernadette told me when inviting me to dinner that you work for Smellie's Pharmacy. I couldn't believe a business of that nature would operate under a name like that. I found there was not Pharmacy in this city called Smellie's Pharmacy and no registered pharmacist with that surname."




Reward for Sex



"Does this agency of your have a sophisticated computer system?"

"What do you know about the agency?"

"Your sister referred to you as an agent and when she said no Brad that I was too young, I figured you must be with the FBI or something and that she was referring to possible recruitment."

"You are supposed to be dumb according to you."

"No that's not what I means Brad. I meant I like action, not boring studies. Actually I scored highly in aptitude testing. Are you Homeland Security Brad?"

"Watch what you are saying Ellen."

"That is an example of my aptitude Brad. Your eyes didn't flicker in this dim light when I said FBI but I caught flicker when I mentioned Homeland Security. Don't feel threatened... I see no gain in attempting to expose your identity. In face it would be very much against my best interests, if you get my drift. I actually work as a prostitute."

"Bullshit."

Ellen smiled. "Bring that dick of your up to my apartment Brad and later apologize for calling me a liar."

Brad only had six and a half inches, but it was thick and strong and Ellen quickly saw his had the toned body of an athlete, probably a former track athlete that had been kept toned by long hours in the gym.

For his part Brad had known to expect small tits but the toned and beautifully proportioned body excited him and he found it difficult to take his eyes away from the thick bald pussy lips. But he remained skeptical as Ellen fiddled with him. Then she looked up at him, smiled and ran her tongue along his length, gently holding his balls and as she tongue massaged around the purple round head of his cock he sighed and said, "Jesus, I apologize. You're certainly no novice at fellatio."

Ellen waved a hand in acknowledgement. She couldn't answer because she had her mouth full. Her soft grip was around his balls when he ejaculated, gasping, into her mouth. Although she didn't swallow and spat his semen on to his chest Brad didn't mind because he was satisfied she'd allowed him to blast into his mouth, unlike most of the women he knew but then she was a whore, wasn't she, willing to take high risks professionally. He decided to test her and pulled out a condom from the back pocket of his pants on the floor.

She watched him, wiping her mouth on the sheet. He waited for her approval or to say a condom wasn't necessary but she just watched.

"Um do I need this?"

"Not unless you think you might be a carrier of a nasty or two or are planning to go up my butt."

Butt? Brad grinned and then almost groaned as his erection stretched to maximum, rarin' to push up that rear chute. Brad was an anal enthusiast. He rolled on the condom and said, "Get a finger into your butt and start working the opening, little darling." 

She smiled and warmed his heart, saying, "I like nothing better than a good keen man. Are you a butt connoisseur Brad?"

He licked his lips and all his teeth showed in an expansive grin.

"I see, say no more," Ellen grinned, working in her second finger.

Later that lay back on the pillows with sweat and sex juices drying on their bodies and chewing gum to freshen their mouth.

"Do you really want to be a call girl?"

"Not really but what else is there. I've tried to get jobs on construction sites and fishing boats where the action is and just get derisive comments from job-hiring bosses on site and skippers. Most women are in physically flat jobs Brad or haven't you noticed?"

"What about being a PA to a sexy guy. He'd fuck you?"

Ellen smiled. "Many of my clients are bosses with PAs. I understand most offices have the rule 'Get caught fucking your PA and you're fired' or the thought of facing an employment dispute that could cost them their marriage and their job and their standing in their community leaves them unwilling to have an erection within fifty feet of their PA."

Brad grinned and clenching her thigh just below her pussy asked, "Would you like to try out for a career filled with tension, threats and even possible death."

"You mean with the agency."

"Ellen darling. Would you please not use that 'a' word."

"Oh right. Yeah why not? How did you know I was a call girl?"

"Bernadette had told me your name and where you'd be living before you came to Chicago. We have a terrific computer network and lo Mira Langley, guess what I found out?"

"You prying creeps. So your apparent lack of knowledge about me over dinner tonight was a sham?"

"Yeah. I don't discuss my work with people or gave away anything that might make them suspicious of me."

"So what is your front?"

"I tell people I'm assistant marketing manager at a company that manufacturers nuts and bolts, screws and other small fixing devices and supplies the manufacturing and hardware on-selling industries."

"God how unimaginative. You could have chosen lingerie as the product."

"Yeah, and make men suspicion and women becoming over-keen to show me their underwear. It is probably that if you are recruited lingerie would be considered a good 'front' for you."

"So where do you operate, from inside a nut and bolt factory?"

Brad squeezed the thigh, making Ellen jump. "Little darling that comment just told me you are not as dumb as you make out and may I warn loose talk like that could compromise people."

"Yes sir. My lips are sealed sir. Are you ready to go again sir?"

"Give me a few more minutes Little Darling."

"Little? I'm five-eleven."

"Then perhaps Little Darling will be a great code name for you if you are recruited."

"God Brad, you are an exciting man to know. Let me help get this up for you."

CHAPTER 3

A week after nailing Brad into total exhaustion, Ellen was at the Midwest headquarters of a national security firm by appointment to sit pre-recruitment tests with three guys.

The manager said to Dottie, the woman in charge of the tests, after looking at the results of the set questions on general knowledge, "That chick is out. Jesus, her answer to the question where is Albuquerque was given as Peru. Do you think she went to school?"

"I suggest patience Owen. Take a look at the aptitude tests on reacting to given situations."

"Christ, no errors. That's impossible."

"Believe me Owen, I guarantee she's achieved the impossible. You'll be making a grave mistake if you don't send her to HQ for more advanced testing."

"Well let's see first how she can handle a pistol and then a rifle."

"Waste of time Owen. She'll shoot the pants off these guys. She won a prize for shooting at school."

Owen grinned. "One of this guys is my nephew. Let's skip the guns and put them into the paint ball arena. Ike has won paint ball titles. Bring me the results will you. Perhaps we ought to send Ike for more advanced testing?"

An hour later Dottie came in grinning and placed the photographs in front of Owen.

"The kid was too smart for those men. She laid low and allowed your nephew to dispatch the other two guys, getting a splash as you can see in this photo that would have taken out Steven's right lung and she wiped out Mark with a plumb shot to the belly."

"Yeah, pretty good shooting eh Dottie."

"Better than average. Half the people only get in wing shots. Then your Rambo went after the chick. She lined him up and then took him out, clean as a whistle. You may recall better shooing in our facility but I can't."

"Jesus," Owen said, scratching his bald spot. Ike's face helmet had a paint splash exactly between his eyes, another on his suit over his heart and the third was a direct hit on where his love-making gear could be expected to reside.

"Right, let's expose this babe for what she is, exceptionally lucky. While I get ready you recalled her back into the arena. Just tell her it's just her and me."

Up in the observation gallery Bernadette and Tony were ever so pleased and when they asked how well did she really do, Brad said better than expected.

"Those guys were out to shoot the shit out of everyone. They were easy meat to Ellen who totally out-smarted them using her brain."

Dottie came over to that and hand them special glasses.

"We're about to perform the supreme test here on Ellen. The lights will be turned off but you'll see what they can see with these night vision glasses. The helmets will show up well as the combatants show their heads. Ellen is lime green and Owen's helmet stripes will show as white."

"It doesn't sound very exciting," Bernadette complained.

"It's the ultimate test darling, not a show piece. This is your girl's chance to show if she'd elite material or approaching that class."

Brad asked, "Who's she up against?"

"Owen wants to show her up as being unnaturally lucky so he's going in."

"But that's ridiculous."

Puzzled, Bernadette asked why was that.

Owen is a former Navy Seal. "For the last eight years in the service he was a senior instructor in night in-fighting, meaning unarmed combat and small-arms confrontations. Nothing will happen for a while because they'll both remain stationery, waiting for their opponent to make the first move."

Dottie said, "The terms of engagement are they have fifteen minutes in which to make the kill and survive. It's open slather, all paint ball rules suspended."

Brad added, "You'll see the shots because the balls being used are luminous."

Tony asked had anyone ever taken Owen out in that arena.

Dottie looked at Brad and said, "A handful got lucky. One of them is standing with you guys."

After ten minutes without any sign of action, Bernadette said, "This is boring."

Just then they saw Ellen's helmet show. Owen fired and that shot went over the top of the helmet and the other hit it.

"Fuck," whispered Brad.

"Yeah fuck," snorted Bernadette. "I was hoping Ellen really was elite."

They saw Brad's helmet moving towards when he'd made the kill.

"There are no rules so Ellen is not meant to withdraw. Owen can track her and get in more shots as the paint spats on Ellen's safety helmet will really show up."

The next five minutes went by without any sign of action.

The lights went on and the spectators saw Ellen, without her helmet, wave at the observation level as she walked back in.

"Where's Owen?" Dottie said and then, "Oh god, she's out-smarted and disabled him."

Dottie called into the microphone, "Chris and Donald, go find the boss. He'll be in the southern quadrant."

Two guys ran out and negotiated the bunkers and hills and flanked bushes. They were then seen leaning over presumably Owen in a bunker.

Owen came in livid. "That bitch, where is she. I'll screw her neck. She took off her helmet and suckered me. I got to where her helmet was and too late... she pounced, knocked me to the ground and rammed a foot into my gut severely winding me. She then pulled off her protective pants, jerked down one stocking and smacked me across the face making me see stars and tied my hands behind my back before I realized what day it was. She died my feet with the other stocking and then the bitch left me with her fucking foul panties stuffed in my mouth. Jesus!"

Unfortunately for Owen his listeners were almost rolling in laughter.

"Where the panties really that foul Owen?" Dottie grinned.

"No I only expected them to be. Just the usual women's smell plus a hint of sweat."

"Oh how elegantly you express yourself asshole," said Dottie.

"Are you okay Owen?" Ellen asked, coming from showering and still toweling her hair.

"Yes thank you Super Bitch," Owen said grudgingly.

"Oh Owen, just remember your training. I'm sure you would have had it drummed into you that risk is risk, we are all vulnerable."

Owen walked up to Ellen who braced herself.

He kissed her and Ellen ruffled his hair and whispered, "Sorry." 

"Young lady my recommendation for you will be no more assessment, that you go straight into induction training."

Bernadette asked, "Induction training for what?"

"To be trained in lingerie sales," Ellen smiled. "It's tough marketing out therein these difficult economic times and the client requires traveling salespersons who can deal with anything that comes up."

"Well yes, I've seen what can happen at the lingerie racks at the May sales on opening day at my favorite department store," said Bernadette.

* * *

Ellen disappeared from the Street's lives until five years later she visited them again with her domestic partner, Bernadette's brother Brad. Ellen was on pregnancy leave.

"Fancy you two teaming up," Bernadette said. "Not only is there a big age difference between you but Brad you are in nuts and bolts and Ellen I guess you are still in lingerie?"

"Yes but you must understand Bernadette, Brad possesses my favorite nuts and bolt."

THE END



Reward of Self Pleasuring



I left for the pool early Tuesday morning with great anticipation of how much I was going to enjoy my toys. Using them was part of the reward that my Master had granted me after a very long, stressful week. I was to have a day of pleasuring myself and it would begin with my usual morning swim. 

I carried the shiny silver ben wah balls safely in my pocket until I got to the community center. The locker room was empty, as I expected it to be. Not too many people use the pool or weight room at 7 am. There is a lull about this time, just after the early morning rush and before the seniors get there. 

Finding my usual locker, I undressed quickly and got out my toys. I stood naked, with one leg propped up on the bench, and carefully opened the outer lips of my slit with my fingers. I inserted each ball slowly. I loved the feeling of the cold hard metal as each one passed over the wet folds of my pussy. Already pretty slick, the balls slid inside rather easily. 

When they were both in, I stood quietly for a moment before putting on my suit. I could feel the tiny balls bumping each other inside me, finding their place, as I worked the muscles needed to keep them inside. My body shuddered. I was ready for the fun to begin.

I probably could have brought myself to orgasm right there. The balls tucked deep inside me felt very good; however, I heard the locker room door open. Two older women from the senior center came in and decided to stop in the isle across from me and talk. I didn't think I should shock them so early in the morning. So I put on my suit, grabbed my towel and goggles, and went to the pool.

I got into the water at the shallow end and carefully worked my way to the other side of the pool where the lap lanes were. I could feel the metal balls collide with every movement. I was hoping they wouldn't find their way out. It would be rather embarrassing explaining to lifeguard what I was looking for.

When I got to the other side of the pool, I was disappointed to see that Mary, the woman who usually swims next to me, wasn't there. She had become the subject of many erotic fantasies lately and seeing her, in the state I was in, would have certainly fueled more. 

Instead, there was a man I didn't recognize in her usual lane. He was an older gentleman, very handsome, and he appeared to be in good shape. He stopped only for a moment to say hello, then went back to his laps. I smiled to myself knowing that this stranger had no idea I had a naughty little secret stirring inside me. 

I started out with my kick board. Instantly I was feeling the incredible pleasures from the friction of my toys and had to slow down the speed of my kick. I didn't want the fun the end too soon. With each length the excitement was building and it took everything in me to keep from coming so early in my workout. It was time to get rid of the kick board and swim.

I was acutely aware of the powerful sensations that my toys were producing inside me as I swam back and forth. It was very distracting. The feeling was so intense that I found it difficult concentrate and I forgot what lap I was on several times. Length after agonizing length I swam, not knowing how much more I could handle. 

A little more than half way through my workout, Erik came in. He has been swimming with Mary and me since the end of December. He is a big man, not exceptionally good looking, but very nice and always in a pleasant mood. 

Erik and I talked for a few minutes as I rested at the wall, but I don't remember much of what we said. My mind was very focused on my toys. I smiled as I thought of myself in the pool, between two almost naked men, who had no idea of the stimulation my body was going through. 

As we talked, my aching pussy was quivering with increasing excitement. I think Erik could sense how uncomfortable I was getting as I shifted from one leg to the other. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

Politely I told Erik I needed to keep swimming, then put on my goggles and swam a quick freestyle to the other end. As I grabbed the side of the pool my entire body suddenly convulsed in rich orgasm. From deep within I felt the pulsing sensations overtaking my body causing me to feel a bit lightheaded. 

I waited for a few moments, savoring every second, as I held on tight to the wall. I looked to see if anyone had seen what happened. Erik had already started swimming. But, as I looked to the other side of me, the handsome new man was smiling, and then he nodded, knowingly. 

There was no way I'd be able to finish my workout now. I think I had about 8 laps to go, but I was now slightly embarrassed as well as drained of energy. I rested for a moment longer, regained my composure, and swam back to the other side of the pool. I retrieved my kick board, and then left the pool area immediately, with a smile on my face.

I walked back into the locker room and headed straight for the showers. My legs were still a bit weak and shaky from my incredible orgasm in the pool. I took my toys out, rinsed them and dropped them in my swim bag. They had done their job well and I thought to myself that I'd like to experience that again, real soon. 

I took off my suit and stood under the spray of the hot shower for several minutes, thinking about what had just happened. I thought about how much I enjoyed coming in a public pool, so near to a couple of unsuspecting men. And how much more intense my orgasm had been with my toys secretly inside. 

I closed my eyes, as my hands worked themselves over my body, starting at my breasts. I caressed them gently and lightly pinched my hardened nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My hands continued moving slowly down my torso until a finger found my bare pussy and started to play. Slowly I moved my right finger over my clit and circled it in and around the stickiness of my own cum. My hand went up to my mouth and I savored the taste of myself. 

I thought of myself kneeling before my Master, with the water streaming over me. And I imagined His cock deep in my throat, His hands steadying my head in front of Him, while He forcefully pounded His engorged cock deep into my mouth. 

I was ready to come again pretty quickly as I masturbated to thoughts of sucking on my Masters cock. I let out a soft moan as I started to climax. I shuddered as wave after wave came over me and my knees weakened. Adding to the intensity of the moment, I thought I heard someone in the bathroom near the showers and wondered if they might have heard me. After the feelings had subsided, I thought again of my Master. The reward He had granted me had started out wonderful and the pleasures of my day had only just begun. 

I was tired by the time I dressed and left the community center, but I could rest on the drive home. I knew I was going to enjoy the next few hours; it was going to be filled with lots more fun.

I arrived back home about 11am. and readied myself for playtime. I shed only my pants and was left wearing a tight black v-neck sweater with a sexy black lace bra underneath and black silk panties that were dampening fast.

My Master had instructed me to use my time to read erotic fiction while I played with myself. I logged onto the computer and randomly picked a story from one of my favorite sites. The story was short and it got my attention rather quickly as I read about a little fun with exhibitionism at a store and eventually a poolside foursome. Not enough to get me off right away, but a good start at getting my juices flowing. 

Next, I found a story about a threesome among friends. I liked the detailed description of a fantastic blowjob a guy got from a woman friend. As I read, my fingers slowly rubbed the crotch of my panties, which had become laden with secretions from my pussy. I felt the sticky liquid seep through my underwear and collect along my fingertips. With each paragraph my breathing got heavier and my cunt wetter until I couldn't take it any longer. I brought myself to orgasm, through my soaked panties, about the same time the guy in the story did. 

I sat back at my desk and composed myself while I caught my breath. Then, I removed my wet panties and spread my legs wide. My cunt was dripping on the towel underneath me, but I wasn't totally satisfied yet. I needed something more intense to read and decided to go to a story I had bookmarked as a favorite, about a sub meeting her Master for the first time. 

I removed my sweater, pulled each breast out from the confinements of my bra and played with my hardened nipples as I started reading. The instructions the sub was given to bind herself in a hotel was extremely arousing. I thought of myself being in that story and how it would feel to experience what she did. 

I continued to read more of the story while I pinched and twisted my nipples. My tongue wetted my lips as I touched myself, feeling my body respond to my own sweet touch. I read about dripping hot wax, ice cubes, and the sub being bare assed and plugged and coming for her Master in a restaurant. It didn't take long for me to bring myself to another orgasm. 

My fingers became drenched with hot, sticky cum, spilling out of my pussy and landing on the towel. My face was covered with beads of sweat and my breathing was heavy as I recovered from the lengthy climax. I rubbed my pussy, relaxing it as it purred against my touch. 

It was 1:00pm when I finally got up from the computer. My legs were cramped from being spread for so long and my eyes tired from staring at the computer screen. I went into the bedroom and lay down, I was exhausted. I only had an hour left of alone time and just needed to close my eyes for a moment. 

About 10 minutes later the phone rang, arousing me from my short rest. I looked at the clock and saw that I had just enough time to get in one more release, so I decided not to answer it. Instead, I reached behind me, unhooked my bra and tossed it to the side of the bed. 

With one hand I reached down and spread my lips wide. I used the other hand to spread my cum all over, lightly brushing my tender clit. It was now pretty sensitive and every time my finger touched it, I shuddered. 

I thought about my Master as I played and how much I'd like to cum for Him while He watched. He would enjoy watching me squirm, not being able to cum until He told me I could. I wondered how much control I would have at this point; if I'd be able to please Him with my restraint. 

I enjoyed the last moments of my time alone. I slowly stroked and gently inserted two fingers in and out of my soaking pussy. I fucked myself with intense emotion. My body arched in pleasure and I let out soft moans as I lifted my hips off the bed. I checked the clock one last time and realized I needed to take care of this quickly. With a furious hand I rubbed myself hard to a final orgasmic release. I felt the warm slick wetness streaming down my inner thighs. My body shook uncontrollably and my skin tingled.

When it was finally over, I held my fingers against my lips and licked off the day's juices. I was exhausted, but satisfied, and very thankful for my Master's reward.



Reward or Punishment



She took a shower after he left. Tired and pleasantly tingling all over, she laid down on the bed. 'Just for a few minutes,' she told herself. But a few minutes turned into several hours and she slept deeply. Normally, a light sleeper, she never noticed her lover standing in the doorway watching her sleep.

His eyes roamed over her body. She lay facing him, her expression peaceful and content. Her damp hair waved and curled over her shoulders and the pillows in a dark riot. The setting sun peeking through the curtains lit her hair from behind, glinting red and copper. She'd pulled a thin sheet over herself as she'd lain down and it covered her from just under her arms to the tips of her toes. One foot peeked out from under the sheet, her toenails painted a vibrant red. Still, as his eyes slowly wandered over her, he could tell she'd fallen asleep in nothing more than what she'd been born wearing.

As he watched her, she moved in her sleep. Her lips parted and she sighed contentedly. He licked his own lips, his breath caught in his throat, as she turned to face him more. Her arms reached out and embraced the pillow next to her. In the process of turning over, the sheet slipped down, baring one of her breasts to his appreciative gaze. Her body curled up next to the pillow in a position he found achingly familiar. He'd woken up that very morning with her arms around him that same way: her head pillowed on his chest, one hand on his shoulder, one leg draped over his.

He crossed the room quietly, coming around the bed to sit behind her. She murmured softly in her sleep as the side of the bed dipped under his weight. From the back, the sheet covered far less, and his eyes followed the line of her spine as he tenderly ran one finger from the back of her neck down to her waist. He watched her body react to his touch. Even in her sleep, she arched into his hand, murmuring softly.

He leaned over and gently swept her hair off her face. He took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it for a moment as his hand slid around her waist to settle on her bare stomach. She gasped softly and, still dreaming, tilted her head, offering up the column of her neck and the ear he had already captured. His teeth grazed over the tender skin of her earlobe as he pulled away and whispered softly in her ear.

"Hi baby. Did you miss me while I was gone?" The words were said softly, directly into the shell of her ear. His warm breath on her skin and the sound of his voice woke her. She smiled languidly and reached down to wrap his arm tighter around her waist. Her answer came in the form of a throaty hum as she moved her body closer to him.

When she finally spoke, her voice was husky with sleep. "You're home," she murmured.

"Uh huh," he kissed her neck.

"Mmmmmmm. Good. I never wanted you to leave this morning."

He smiled into the curve of her neck. "Neither did I, but I had to go into work." His hand slid higher, curving around one of her breasts. "Did you have a good day while I was gone?"

"Mmm hmm," she replied. "Got everything done I needed to. Even had time for..."

"A nap?" he teased gently. She nodded and his hand dipped lower, running over her stomach and between her legs. His fingers rested just over the smooth skin of her pussy. "Did you have time for anything else today while I was away?"

"No," she said as his fingers teased her lazily. They dipped even lower, into her, causing her to inhale sharply. The tips of his fingers came back wet and he brought them to his mouth, tasting her.

"Oh really?" he asked as he licked her juices off his fingers. "You wouldn't be lying, would you? Cause you know what happens when you lie, don't you?"

She shivered and closed her eyes, remembering past "punishments" and turned over to face him. "No, I'm not lying. You asked me this morning? to keep my hands to myself and I have."

His hand trailed over her body again, his finger dipping back into her. He brought his hand up and rubbed his finger over her mouth, covering her lips with her own wetness. Her tongue snaked out to flick over the tip of his finger and her lips, moaning at the sweetness. He groaned softly as he watched her tongue slip from between her parted lips and felt it swipe over the pad of his finger. She stared at his face as she sucked his finger between her lips, and he groaned again. "Are you sure?" he asked her again.

"Mmm... positive." He took his finger out of her mouth and ran it down her chin and throat as she kept talking. "I was having the most wonderful dream when you woke me up."

"And what were you dreaming about baby?"

She grinned. "Last night. This morning. Woke up feeling so..." She stared at his face, her expression so amused.

"Mmmm... I know exactly what you were feeling, baby," he grinned. His hand roamed lower again, cupping her breast again. "So you didn't touch my pussy while I was gone?" He noticed her expression changed slightly and her asked her again, "Did you?" He teased her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke.

She exhaled, shuddering at the pleasure that shot through her body. She locked eyes with him. "Only as much as I had to when I took my shower."

"Good girl." She smiled at his approval. "And you know what good girls get, don't you?"

She grinned. "They get their reward."

"Yes they do baby. And what do you want for your reward?"

She pretended to think for a moment. That was the fun part. Getting to pick anything she wanted and he'd let her have it. Of course, it was fun being bad too... because his punishments were just as exciting as her rewards. She trailed a finger innocently down his chest. "I know what I want."

"What's that, baby?"

She reached down and cupped him through his pants. "This."

He grabbed her wrist. "Uh uh... you know the rules. You have to say it or you don't get it."

She pretended to look embarrassed, lowering her eyes and looking up at him through her lashes. "I want my cock, baby."

"That's better. And where do you want it?"

She murmured softly, hoping he would guess what she was trying to say. Knowing what she wanted came easily for her... It was saying it aloud that she had trouble doing. Giving voice to her desires... It still embarrassed her sometimes still. She was trying to work up the courage to speak her mind when he moved. His hand slid over hers, cupping it tighter over his hardening cock. He leaned closer to her again, his mouth mere inches from her ear as he whispered to her. "Tell me what you want baby. You know whatever you want is yours tonight."

She groaned, feeling his cock twitch under her hand as she did. She found her inspiration suddenly, her words coming out in her next rushed breath. "I want my cock, baby. In my mouth. In my hands. In my pussy. Anywhere I can get it."

It was his turn to groan. "Yes baby... anything you want tonight." He lifted her chin to look into her eyes, leaning in to kiss her softly. He ran his tongue over her lips, teasing them open, dipping inside to met hers. He pulled away from the kiss to look at her face, flushed and wanting. "You've been such a good girl today." His lips trailed along her jaw to her ear, kissing it again. When she moaned and arched into his body, he continued on, kissing her neck.

He rolled her onto her back under him, still kissing her neck. She brought one of her hands up over the back of his neck, wanting him to continue. She turned her head, pushing it back into the pillow. He took the silent invitation and grazed his teeth over the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She gasped, bucking her body up into him, then hummed loudly as his mouth closed over the same spot, sucking softly.

He knew that was her weakness, this one spot on her neck. He'd discovered it once at a party. She'd been sitting in his lap and he'd been teasing her as she talked to friends. Running his fingers along her exposed skin. Pushing her hair aside to whisper huskily in her ear, then nip her earlobe. Rewarded with her shivers of delight and soft admonitions to stop, he'd moved on to her neck. From her position in his lap, he'd only been able to tease the right side of her neck and he'd done so unmercifully. She'd squirmed in his lap as his mouth moved lower and lower, but when he'd reached the place where her neck and shoulder met, and his tongue had swept over it lazily, she'd nearly come unglued. She moaned and ground down on his lap so hard that they left not soon after. As soon as they walked in the door of her apartment, she pushed him against the wall, slammed the door behind them and proceeded to tear him out of his clothes and ravage him.

He loved remembering that night. And making her go wild on him. He sucked harder on her neck, swirling his tongue over the skin, sinking his teeth into it and biting her until she moaned throatily. When she was writhing under him, breathing rapidly, he gave her a tender kiss and pulled away. He looked deeply into her eyes, loving the look of utter lust that swept over her.

He didn't get to look long. She growled low in her throat in frustration, and pushed him onto his back. She moved above him, straddling his thighs. She pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning it and pushing it open. She dragged her nails slowly down his chest, watching the skin turn slightly red, feeling him squirm on the bed under her.

She grinned and reached for his belt, unbuckling it without letting her gaze leave his face. She tugged on his belt and he raised his hips, letting her slide it from the loops. She held it up like a prize and dropped it over the side of the bed. Her hands returned to his pants, unbuttoning the waist and teasingly sliding the zipper down. He moaned as the pressure on his cock lessened, until one of her hands slipped into the open fly and closed around his cock.

She leaned over him until they were almost nose to nose. Her hand stroked over him lazily. her smile broadening. before he knew it she was moving off of him and pulling his pants down off his hips. She pulled and tugged until his pants were around his ankles, then sat back on her heels to look at him. She licked her lips, her eyes on his erection, and he swallowed hard.

Her hand settled on his chest and stroked lazily down his body as he lay back and watched her. Over his stomach and along his hip. Down his thigh and back up as he watched her, anticipating. She straddled his legs again, and his hands came up to rest on her hips. His head arched back into the bed as her mouth closed over on one of his flat nipples. She swirled her tongue over it, teasing the sensitive skin with her lips and teeth as well.

She looked up at his face as she suckled on him and grinned when he moaned, pushing his hips up at her. She let herself slide gracefully down his body, her tongue trailing over his skin to his stomach. She dipped her tongue into his navel and he bucked his hips up, inhaling through clenched teeth. She looked up at him and giggled mischievously, her hand closing around his cock again. She licked her lips, wetting them, and leaned closer to his cock.

She ran the sensitive head over her closed lips, watching his face as she did. He propped himself up on his elbow to watch her, shoving a pillow behind his back to recline on. He loved watching her go down on him. She always showed such enthusiasm, her mouth teasing him with promises of what it would like later to be buried in the wet heat of her pussy. She flicked her tongue over the head as he watched her, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit on the head of his cock before closing her lips around him and sucking gently.

Her tongue circled the head of his cock and he groaned, pushing his head back against the pillow behind him and brushing her hair away from her face so he could see better. His hand rested on the back of her neck, urging her to continue.

She closed her eyes, sucking on him slightly harder as she took him deeper into her mouth. Stroking her mouth over him, each downstroke took him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth. "Yes baby," he moaned under his breath as she took him in. "Suck your cock baby." She moaned at his words, the sound vibrating down his length. She shifted her body as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Raising her body higher over his, she tilted her head and slowed her movements.

He groaned again, knowing what she planned to do next. Her body was very still as she relaxed and began inching his cock into her throat. He moaned, holding his body as still as possible, not wanting to hurt her as she worked her lips closer to the base of his cock. He fought to keep from bucking into her mouth, fearing she would choke if he moved even the slightest bit. He watched as her mouth engulfed him completely, her lips tight around him.

God, the things she could do with her mouth. He couldn't even watch her eat an ice cream cone without wanting to drag her off somewhere and take her.

She swallowed around his cock several times, the rhythmic squeezing of her throat around him causing him to moan her name distractedly. She pulled her head back, sucking harder as she did. Her fingers came up around him, circling him, stroking the wet length as she moved lower on his body. He opened his legs wider, giving her room to lie between them. She stared up at him as she traced over his balls with the tip of her tongue, then took one into her mouth.

That was all it took to drive him crazy. His head pushed back into the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as he groaned. Her other hand roamed up his stomach and over his chest and back as she moved back and forth, sucking first one ball into the heat of her mouth, then the other. When she finally stopped, he made a sound of disappointment. He looked down at her, wanting so much for her to keep going.

She only smiled as she slid up his body, her tongue dipping into his mouth to meld with his. And he found his cock sheathed somewhere as tight and wet and hot as her mouth had been only moments before. His arms came up around her to drag her closer to him as he pushed himself up into her. She gasped as his cock filled her and began rocking her hips. She sat up, straddling him, and began riding him. An endless stream of moans and sighs fell from her lips as they moved together. She rode him that way through five orgasms, each taking her higher and higher until the last made her fall exhausted onto his chest.

It took only a slight movement from him for her to moan in response. They didn't even have to look at each other to know they were far from finished. He rolled her onto her back on the bed, his cock never leaving her body, and slid his hands under her back. He gripped her shoulders and drove into her deeply. Her face flushed, and she arched under him.

"This is what you want, baby. Isn't it?" He asked, driving into her again. "For your cock to fuck you?" She nodded her head, her pleasure so intense she couldn't speak. "Harder?" He plunged into her again, pushing her up the bed slightly, and she moaned. "Faster?" He pulled her down onto his cock, meeting his thrust. She moaned louder. "Deeper?" He drove her again, going as deeply as possible and she locked her legs around his waist in reply.

"Yes!" She finally screamed, her fingers digging into the skin of his chest, her heels beating against his ass. "Oh god... fuck me." Her body bent backward until only her head touched the bed below her. She met each of his thrusts with her hips, fucking back into him almost as hard as he slammed himself into her.

He knew she loved being fucked this way. Her orgasms hitting harder and coming closer together until it seemed like one started just as the previous ended. What started as low murmurs rose to higher-pitched gasps and then deep, throaty moans as they moved together. He knew when she started screaming, her nails digging so deeply into his skin that it stung, that she was very close.

"God, baby, I'm going to cum," he groaned into her ear. And he was... he was so close to his own completion that it was almost painful to hold back, but he did.

"God, cum with me," she pleaded brokenly, her whole body trembling under his.

"Mmmmmm..... you want your cum like a good girl, don't you baby?" He kept fucking her as he spoke.

Her eyes were closed, and her voice was breathless as she answered him. "Oh yes... Please..."

He could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around and under him. "And where do good girls get their cum baby?"

"Oh god... In their pussies... please baby..." Her last two words rose in pitch as she screamed.

"You need your man's cum, don't you baby?" He couldn't hold back any longer. He was going to cum soon, but he wanted to hear her say it first. To feel her orgasm start, knowing that feeling him cum inside her would push her that much further over the edge.

"Ohhhhh...... yes!" She screamed. "I... Oh god..." And he felt her body clamp down on him tightly. It was more than he could take and he came, thrusting, inside her.

Their voices mingled together in moans and murmured affirmations as they gradually slowed. He collapsed on top of her and she accepted his weight. They shakily caught their breaths, her arms wrapping around his back, her legs sliding down his to entwine around his calves.

He brushed her hair away from her face, where tendrils clung to the sweat-dampened skin, to bury his face in her neck and kiss her softly. She hummed and her arms squeezed him tighter. He pulled out of her and she groaned at the loss, until he pulled her up against him. She curled up next to him much like she had that morning. Her head lay on his chest. One hand rested over his heart as it gradually slowed back to its normal measured beats. Her body pressed tightly to his side. One leg negligently tangled with his.

His thumb stroked idly up and down her arm as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He felt, rather than saw, her smile sleepily in response. Their arms tightened around each other for a brief moment, and he laid his cheek on her head.

"Go to sleep, baby," he murmured wearily against her hair. She nodded into his chest, nuzzling him. He kept stroking his thumb over her arm soothingly, until he felt her relax in his arms, and then, he too fell asleep.



Rewarded



It was the early evening of a lovely summer's day and I was driving home. I'd had a hard day trying to make my appointments in a string of coast towns amongst the holiday traffic and was looking forward to getting home. I was about twelve miles away when I saw a woman stopped by the side of the road. As I passed by her I realised that she was having trouble trying to change a wheel. Just ahead of me there was a small lay-by about fifty yards on so I stopped there and went back to see if I could help her change her wheel. 

The woman was between her early forties to mid-fifties by looking at her and she had a really nice figure. She was well-dressed and attractive and looked up at me as I walked up her. 

"Having some trouble?" I asked. 

"Yes," She answered.

"I have a puncture and I can't get the damned wheel nuts off to change the wheel," she smiled. 

"Here, let me have a go," I said. 

The wheel-brace was one of those right angled things, however it did fit the wheel-nuts tightly but I just couldn't shift the nuts using my hands. So I stood on the shaft and bounced up and down on it and I soon had the nuts loose. I jacked the car up and removed the wheel then fitted the spare and did the nuts back up again. I let the jack down and put the punctured wheel in the boot along with the tools away at the same time. 

"There you, job done!" I said.

"Oh, thank you so much, I'd never have got those nuts undone on my own." The woman said. 

"Are you on your way home?" She asked surprised me.

"Yes I am," Was all I answered.

"Well, you're hands are absolutely filthy, I live only just down the road, why don't you leave your car there and come with me in mine and you can get cleaned up?" She said to me.

I accepted with pleasure as my hands were in fact extremely dirty. That wheel hadn't been off the car in a very long time by the looks of it. So I got in her car and she drove to her house or rather a bungalow. It was a big place, sitting back off the road in a large garden. She opened the door and we went in.

"I expect you could do with a drink," She asked as she raised her eyebrows. 

"Tea or something stronger?" She asked again.

"Well I was looking forward to getting home but if you don't mind I will have a large vodka and tonic if you have it?." 

"Right, tell you what, you get yourself cleaned up then go get your car then you can have a large vodka and tonic when you get back!" She said to me. 

"Ok," I replied.

I washed up and then walked back to my car. I drove it back to her bungalow and parked it in the drive. As I went in the front door she came out of the kitchen. 

"Just in time," she said. 

"I've just made us both a drink." She certainly had by the looks of it.

She handed me a large tumbler which turned out to have more vodka than tonic in it, not that I minded. Then she led me into a lovely sitting room that looked into the back garden, it was beautiful. 

"My name's Carol," She said to me.

"And before you ask, I'm a widow and I live here alone. As you can see my hobby is gardening." She said again.

"My pet hate, but I'm used to gardeners, my ex-wife was a very keen one. I laughed. 

"My name is John by the way," I replied.

"I am very pleased to meet you," Carol said.

"You were a real knight in shining armour today! I know it's none of my business but you said 'ex-wife'?" She enquired to which I nodded. 

"I was a naughty boy and got caught, although I have to say that our marriage didn't turn out as we'd hoped."

"Yes, I somehow got the impression that you might be a player, you're very attractive to women, I bet you were quite a naughty boy!" She said laughing. 

"It's funny, isn't it? When I was married women wouldn't leave me alone and now that I am single again all the married couples steer clear!" I stated.

"Well, I'm not married!" She replied and somehow that did not surprise me. 

"No, and you are a very attractive woman!" I said as she inclined her head. 

"Thank you, it must be apparent to you that I am considerably older than you are, would that be a problem?" She asked.

In the few moments I had been with her we had now reached a point that would normally take weeks.

"Not at all, I prefer experienced women and although I have had many married women I do like to consort with those who carry no baggage." Carol laughed as I said that to her.

"Yes, I would guess one or two of your married conquests wanted more than you were prepared to give!" She replied as I finished my drink and stood up getting ready to leave.

"Surely you're not going to drive after that drink?' She asked and I sat down again. 

"No of course not, I'll get a taxi." I replied.

"Well, that's up to you, you're not going back to anyone I presume?" She asked again. 

I shook my head. 

"Well then why not stay here I haven't had a man for quite a long time and I really fancy you!" She said with a sly grin on her face.

I had never been propositioned quite so bluntly but I accepted immediately. 

"I find you extremely sexy and attractive so sure I'll stay." I smiled.

"Great!" Carol said as she got us both another drink.

"You sit there and watch the news and I'll get us some dinner." She said and off she went back into the kitchen as I said there and watched the news on the television that she had put on. Half an hour later she produced a nice salad and a bottle of wine.  

"All produce from my garden," she told me as she sat the plates down on the table. 

"I have a lovely kitchen garden as well as all the flowers and shrubs." She aid as we sat down to the salad and wine that was Chablis which I thoroughly enjoyed. 

It was followed by a mixed fresh fruit salad which she said was also from her garden. Afterwards I went out and got my bag. I'd been staying away all week, it contained leisure clothes and I went to a bedroom and changed. After that we sat down with a coffee and got to know each other a bit better and we learned a little about each other's history. Carol had actually been married twice. 

"My first husband was a real goer. I have a high sex drive so that was okay by me, however, my second couldn't stand the pace and I'm afraid I loved him to death. It's always difficult to find a man with real stamina. However, every cloud has a silver lining, they were both well off and I'm well cared for now." She smiled wickedly. 

"I'm a little unusual for a woman, I like to watch pornography, do you watch it?" She said as we chatted for a while about ourselves.

"Sometimes," I replied. 

"As I said, I have found it not so easy to attract women as I did, so I occasionally watch to relieve myself, if you know what I mean." 

"Oh, I know what you mean alright," Carol laughed. 

"I do exactly the same thing but a finger is not quite the same is it? What sort of film do you like?" 

"Well, I don't like those boring ones where all it is is a long succession of sexual acts. I much prefer to see sex in what I would call a normal context, say as something people do when they like each other and it's a part of their natural life." 

"I can't quite believe this is exactly what I like! I have quite a few you'd be surprised to learn that there are film-makers who make that sort of film. One I particularly like is a thriller but with lots of sex, would you like to watch that?' Carol laughed.

"I certainly would," I replied. 

Carol got up and went to a locked cabinet where she took out a DVD and inserted it in her player. Then we sat back side by side on a large sofa. The film was all Carol had said and I soon became aroused and Carol was breathing hard. 

"I have to tell you that by now I'm usually masturbating! But I won't now because I'm sure there's something better coming! She said with a huge smile on her face.

The ending was really something, I ended up with a throbbing hard-on and I was sure that Carol would be sopping wet too. As soon as it was over Carol got up and switched off the player and the TV then she took me by the hand. 

"Come on let's make some porno ourselves!" She grinned and led me to a bedroom. 

"It's an en-suite," she told me.

"So have shower and I'll join you in a few minutes." Carol told me.

I showered quickly and lay on the bed, a few minutes later Carol came in she was as naked as I was. She had a great figure, rather small breasts, but exquisitely shaped with lovely swollen aureoles and pert nipples and an almost flat stomach that really set off a very prominent mound that was divided by the closed lips of her cunt. She had a little heart-shaped patch of pubic hair, the point of the heart just touching the join of her lips. She was a near blonde with green eyes and a creamy complexion she looked really beautiful especially as she had great legs to go with it all. She was smiling as she approached the bed, her eyes focused on my still rigid cock. 

"What a beautiful cock!" She said as she knelt by the side of the bed and kissed it then took it in her mouth and began sucking and jerking me off. 

She was certainly experienced and knew exactly what she was doing. As soon as she detected that I was nearing a climax she stopped and got on the bed with me. 

"Now fuck me, darling," she said. 

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs and I finally got to see her beautiful cunt. The lips now parted and revealing inner lips of no great size and a noticeable hood that failed to hide a massive clit. It ran under the skin right down to the entrance to her vaginal canal and then, as I was to discover, split in two and followed round the opening. Everything glistened with moisture, her thighs already slick with it. I mounted her, put my arms behind her knees, lifted her legs until her knees were touching her breasts and grabbed her shoulders. I let go with my right hand, Carol was breathing hard, taking my cock in hand I rubbed the open mouth of her cunt. I teased her clit and rubbed it all around the slippery yet delicate flesh then entered her. 

"Fuck me hard, John, hard as you can, just go on until you cum inside me!" Carol panted.

I took her at her word and fucked her tight hot slippery cunt as hard as I knew how. Two minutes later I came, half a dozen fierce spurts deep into her filled her and she came with a cry and a great shudder, then I flopped on top of her.

"Oh, darling, that was great! I haven't been fucked like that since my first husband died!" She panted, as I gasped for breath.

She was kissing me and stroking my hair and I went to withdraw. 

"No, don't do that, darling, leave it in, I like the feel and I promise I'll get you hard again in a minute, then we can have a long, lovely fuck." She said hurriedly.

She was as good as her word and after about five minutes she began to squeeze her internal muscles rhythmically as she detected a movement, started to move very gently back and forth with just little movements. It certainly did the trick and I became hard again.

"Now just fuck nice and gently, I don't care if you last all night, I shall enjoy every moment!" She murmured.

Well, I didn't last all night but I did fuck her for something over a couple of hours like that. No great pressure to cum for a very long time and a real lazy fuck it was. I shot my load up her for a second time and she gripped me tightly as she came again. It appeared that she only came when I did. Then I rolled off and we went to sleep.

Later I felt her bum against me, spoons style, and I got hard again so I manoeuvred my cock into her by hand and fucked her gently again for a long, long time. She went to sleep while I was fucking her and I wasn't far behind. When she woke in the morning I was still inside her and she tried to pull herself off me but somehow she had closed up on me so tightly that she couldn't do it. Her attempts woke me and we discussed the situation.

"Tell you what, Carol, it's your lovely tight cunt that's trapped me, talk dirty to me, make me hard, I'll fuck you and after you can release yourself." I said to her. 

She liked that and told me how, when she was between husbands she had taken on two men who had fucked her senseless, the way she described it soon had me hard again and I fucked her. Having once again shot my load up her she released herself easily and, once we had recovered, we went and showered together. Afterwards we dressed and went to the kitchen and Carol made a real fry-up. 

"I don't do that very often," she told me. 

"But a good night's fucking needs a bit of sustenance!" She said as we sat chatting in the kitchen. 

"I'm so full of spunk that I've had to put on a pair of thick knickers to cope, look!" She said. 

She spread her legs and there was a great wet patch between the legs of her knickers. 

"Do you like being like that?" I asked. 

"Oh, of course, it makes me feel so sexy feeling your lovely spunk oozing like this," She smiled.

"Then you wouldn't object to more of the same?" I asked her.

"I certainly wouldn't!" She replied. 

"Then take them off and bend over the table!" I told her.

She did as I asked and it gave me a lovely view between her thighs of her lovely cunt oozing my spunk. I dropped my trousers and pants and eased my hard on into her as my cum squirted out around my shaft. As I began to fuck her it ran down the insides of her lovely thighs. 

"Ooooh!" she cried and came noisily as I fucked her harder. 

"You fucking sexy whore," I snarled. 

"This is what you've got a cunt for!" I cried out as I was ramming my cock in as hard as I could and shifting the table across the floor. 

She started crying out and cumming and grabbing the sides of the table. I could feel her body shaking in the throes of her orgasm. I fucked her like that for longer than I thought I could before finally shooting my spunk up her again. I withdrew and watched my spunk mixed with her juices oozing out of her open cunt and it felt incredibly erotic. As she calmed down she stood and turned around putting her arms round me and hugging and kissing me. 

"You are right," she panted.

"That's exactly what I've got a cunt for," Carol moaned as she tried to get her breath back.

"I'm not going to lose you! You can come and fuck me whenever you like!" She said with a smile from ear to ear.

And that is how it is, she turned out to be fifty-one, fifteen years older than me but the best fuck I have ever had. Why would I bother with anyone else?



Rewarded



You're lying in bed, feeling sore, tried and content. The session was very harsh. He was so demanding, so sadistic. How did he know it was time to push your limits, when you did not even know yourself? But you did. That part of you that hides your truth from your conscience mind, the part that sometimes scares you more than he can, the part he knows so well, ACHED for this. 

He brought you to the brink of orgasm time after time, and then ordered you not to cum. One of his favorite games, yes, but he was cruel this time, and very turned on by your suffering, feeding off it, savoring it in a way that almost scared you. Seeing that..... something ....almost feral in his eyes, feeling that passion in him, that fire that you lit, gave you such satisfaction and pride. Emotionally, sexually, you suffered much worse than any beating could cause you when he did not allow you to orgasm. It was exactly what you needed, the forced proof of your self denial and devotion to him, but why did he just leave you alone after? To cry, deep, body quaking sobs and the comfort of his warm arms denied to you in such a time of need? That feeling a being used, then deserted, abandoned, that was the cruelest act of all.

As you're questioning your self if this is really the man you should give so much for, he quietly enters the bedroom. The loving look in his eyes surprises you as he tells you that you have been an excellent slave tonight. He says he is very pleased with you, and has decided to reward you. He lightly ties your leather cuffs to the headboard of the giant 4-poster bed. He places wide, fleece lined, leather straps around your thighs just above your knees then ties them to the top of the headboard posts so that your knees are forced open and almost above your head. You feel unpleasantly exposed, self conscious, and vulnerable. Then you hear him whisper to himself, "so beautiful", and it ...melts you. He reaches into the night stand drawer and removes a soft black scarf, then gently ties it around your head, covering your eyes.

Then, nothing! Silence! For several minutes you wait, and begin to wonder if he is still in the room. You questioningly utter his name and get no reply. No! It's just more cruelty, more of his damned sadistic teasing! This is too much! In your blind silence, despair washes over you, and with the despair, disappointment, then, anger.

Suddenly you feel the bed shift under his weight, and in your anger you think "Oh no, what is this evil bastard going to do to me now?" But his first touch is the softest, sweetest of caresses on your inner thigh. As your anger fades, he kisses you just below your navel, and then you feel his hot breath on your pussy. His tongue parts them, opening you, exploring, so......lovingly! When he finds your clit, you feel his lips push back the hood as he sucks it into his mouth, so slowly, a millimeter at a time. Very much like the way he so enjoys you taking his cock in your mouth when you service him. Warm sensuous pleasure radiates through your body. You feel his tongue start to encircle, massage, dance, and flick over the tip of your clit while he's sucking it. A tiny moan escapes your mouth of its own accord and you begin to writhe almost immediately, your universe focused on the sensations. The world fades away until there is nothing but him, and oh, the things he's doing to you. You start to feel that warm tingle begin to build. Your pussy begins to throb; you arch your back as you explode in quivering convulsions as a huge, violent orgasm overtakes you. 

Then you realize, he's not finished with you yet.

He begins to lick your pussy with wide, wet strokes of his tongue. Oh God, It's much too intense! You beg, plead, and scream for him to stop. You try to get away, straining against your bonds. Every touch of his tongue forces your orgasm not to subside. You can't stand any more, but he only intensifies his licking, then he sucks your clit back into his mouth. In the midst having one of the longest, most intense orgasms, another feeling begins to blossom, to grow. 

It is familiar but also so very alien that the surprise of the feeling shocks you. It's another orgasm building. It's not one orgasm ending and another beginning, but another starting again WHILE you are still cumming! This isn't possible you think, but suddenly you don't want him to stop and you begin to grind into his mouth. Your body tenses even more, your back arches so hard, as if an electrical current is running through you, every muscle in your body goes taught and you convulse into the most incredible, earth shattering, mind bending orgasm of your life. It builds and builds until suddenly you scream and your world goes bright white...............

He feels your body go limp, your breathing turn shallow and soft. He flicks your clit a few times with his tongue just to make sure, but there is no reaction. You're done, passed out cold, and totally spent. He gently and lovingly releases your arms and legs, removes the blindfold, kisses your forehead tenderly, and covers you with the ivory satin sheet. He smiles at you warmly as he lies down next to you and turns out the light.



Rewarding a Loving Wife



At our annual office party Saturday night two months ago, Rebecca and I were left at the table alone. The other three couples were up dancing but that was a no-no for me, as I was recovering from knee surgery, remedial work to old football injury. Beck as I called her was almost popping out of her dress which happens when my conservative darling gets a few drinks under her garter belt, er into her.

After a few drinks Beck is a wonderful fuck: extra pliant, willing to grunt and do almost disgusting things and that makes a change from the usual routine of missionary followed by doggie if we both have enough gas in the tank. In our early forties, we have allowed our fitness to slide.

I felt my growing bulge and patted it affectionately. "Doc Johns said a sixty-nine would be okay and you should ride me cowgirl."

Beck stopped humming and turned her growing pink face toward me, brushing pack her long dark hair. "You'd said all Doc Johns advised was to take it easy."

"Yeah, and the bit I just told you. I figured if I told you when you looked so worried when you fetched me from the day hospital you would have died in shame knowing I'd had that conversation with another guy, even if he is our surgeon."

"Damn right," Beck giggled. "Let's clear the table and have the sixty-nine now."

Now, let me say this: For Beck that was on hell of a humorous suggestion. Beck is not into making smutty jokes or referring to public sex even as a joke. I settled her down with another drink and she stopped her compulsive giggles. I then asked what would she like for her birthing, coming up in a couple of weeks.

"Change of car?"

"You are due for it anyway. Jerry called a couple of days ago and said the new model was due any day and we usually turned your vehicle over every three years."

"Darling, I'm pleased you haven't turned me over every three years."

"Well I'm very aware you don't like your butt touched in that manner."

"Claude," she hissed. "For God's sake." She swung her head around wildly and then returned to me grinning. "No one heard you. I meant I'm glad you hadn't sought a new wife every three years."

"What, do that to you? Baby, you are just the best, so loving to me."

"Ooooh. Am I going to be lovely to you tonight."

"The butt? We haven't done it again since our honeymoon?"

"Let's just think about it. It's something a lady should think about when her man is being extra nice to her. But let's go back to your original question: would you allow me to have another man on the night of my birthday? You could have me after he goes?"

My dick collapsed. I felt gob smacked. Beck never thought like this, at least not that I was aware.

"I haven't mentioned it but have thought about this as a birthday treat for some years. With those drinks I feel a little more empowered this evening."

As the minutes ticked over, with Beck watching the dancers and humming away, I finally got my brain into gear. Manfully I said slightly hoarsely, "Who did you fancy?"

"Oh Rick who you guys call Big Balls."

Thank God. Rick was one of my best pals. We did lots of things together except go around fucking women. Would I trust Rick? I didn't have to think about it before I said yes. Perhaps I could get a couple of shots away into Rick's wife Mira while he was banging my wife?

As I promised to Beck, I put the hard word on Rick after we'd been in the bar for a couple of hours. I was ready for rejection but he grinned.

"Are you sure?"

"Damn sure, and this is what Beck wants for her birthday."

"Fuck me," he said, rubbing his balls. "For years I've fought about fucking Rebecca."

I'd read on Literotica of people commenting on Loving Wives stories calling guys who allow other guys to fuck their wife as wimps.

Huh?

"Well pal, you know that's not my persona," I said, grandstanding.

I'm no wimp. I'd said yes because my wife told me want she wanted for her birthday. Where's the wimp in that? Also Rick is one of my best pals. Wimp my ass.

I'd decided not to ask Rick could I ram Mira and he hadn't made the offer. Mira was a little too on the bony side with tiny tits and spots on her face. Her teeth were crooked and she tended to scratch her ass. Other than that she was a regular lady but fell well short of being a babe like my lady.

* * *

On the evening of Beck's birthday, her new car in the garage, I cooked steaks served with fries and a green salad made with my own hands and I fed her wine until she was giggling.

She went to bed at 8:15 and I waited for Rick who was due at 8:30. He arrived two minutes early, stinking of foul aftershave and carrying flowers. He asked me to put them in water so I poured a bottle of iced mineral water into the wine cooler and we agreed the flowers looked great.

Beck was on the bed nude and sat up to be kissed and I saw her reach across to feel his balls. I felt like calling the whole thing off but then thought that was something a wimp would do.

"May I watch?" I croaked. Rick looked at Beck and she nodded.

Rick undressed and for a moment I thought she was about to faint at the sight of his short but thick dick under which protruded nuts the size of golf balls. But she quickly recovered by fingering herself and sloshing saliva around her lips until it trickled down her chin. Was my darling hot!

Rick dug into his carry bag and walked to me grinning. "I don't want you sticking your thing up my ass when Rebecca and I are busy doing it. And I don't want to hear you yelling at us." 

Rick put a collar around my neck and opened the bottom and top windows and locked the collar chain around the thick bar between both windows. He then stuffed a red ball into my mouth and strapped the harness for that around my head. Finally he handcuffed my right hand to the heavy reticulated water heater. The bastard but at least he didn't blindfold me and I still had one hand free to unzip and beat my tube if those two performed sexily enough. In an afterthought Rick came back, unzipped me and pulled my tube free of my underpants.

He fucked Rebecca twice, really getting her superheated and then lay on the bed and she began fucking him. Then a small guy came into the bedroom, dressed like Batman's Robin in a rubber suit only he was wearing a thin 10-inch strap-on, perhaps it was 8-inches. Anyway, this wasn't fair. Rick hadn't told me someone else would be getting into the act.

Not being a wimp I tried to scream a warning and took my hand off my sticky cock to try to pull out the ball in my mouth, but it wouldn't budge. I heard Rick urging Beck to keep calm and the guy lubed her ass, worked her open a bit with his fingers and then began pushing in his dildo.

I'm telling you, it was the most depraved thing I've ever seen.

When Beck finally stood up she was swaying in exhaustion, covered in sweat with clumps of semen over her. 

Rick looked at me wearily and gave me the thumbs up.

As his accomplice reached the bedroom door he scratched his ass and smiled at me, showing crooked teeth that I recognized.

Mira!

* * *

Well these days the woman next-door comes over on Friday nights and we rumble. She's not bad, but at fifty-five she's no real substitute for my babe. 

My loving wife only half loves me and half lives with me now. She leaves around 4:00 on Friday and returns just before nightfall on Sunday. Beck and Rick take Beck to their beach-house for weekends of unbridled lust as a threesome, each of them having turns to wear the strap-on, I reckon.

I worship my darling but she's too tired for sex on Sunday night through to Wednesday evening when she makes me lick her shoes and she wears a strap-on, riding me and digging in her rubber spurs. The only time we get to fuck after she throws down her riding crop, too tired to whip me anymore. We never get to fuck on Thursday night because she needs a good sleep to get ready for what she happily calls her revolting weekend. 

On Thursday nights I'm required to sleep in the basement but fortunately for me on my birthday Beck gave me a blow-up doll with washable parts.

I'm terribly unhappy but don't talk to her about it because she's such a loving person. 

Rick calls me his best pal but I think that's wearing a little thin. As for Rick's wife Mira, I don't see what Beck sees in her. 

Oh, I've just had a great idea. I'll not ask Beck what she wants when her next birthday comes around in a few weeks' time.

THE END 



Rewarding Dad



I'm not out to make a distinction here. I enjoyed what I did and that's enough.

Of course, titillating circumstances contributed much to my sexual development. It punctuated my life with honest pride, in which later, I found myself absorbed. Yet, five fabulous years of reckless wallowing in the mud can make even a pig like me feel bloated, full.

What else can a number of men offer but his cock? Whether rigid, stout, massive or long, it remains their first instrument of choice for instant pleasures. But when it becomes limp, everything else vanishes with it. So that eventually, I sought once more what I cherished before—the warmth, sincerity, and comfort of my father's love—true, honest, and real no matter how we endured.

You see, I had an intimate relationship with my dad, which turned complicated. I was not expecting others to understand it, corrupting our situation with their malicious minds, waggling their dirty fingers at our brief, wonderful love affair. I guess I was either too naïve or just dumb, or simply stupid at the time...

"Honey, will you drive Tia to school? I'm late for my appointment!" shrieked Rona, my mother, already on her way to the garage, adding kindling to the tempest in my flesh. It was only 5:30 in the morning when I heard her called my dad. I had a restless sleep, rolling anxious in bed, aroused and dreamy, half-naked in a sheer chemise. My hands kept sliding between the inner smoothness of my thighs, my fingers inserted deep in my pussy hoping to calm the wet excitement oozing so hot and sticky inside.

My breasts shook proud, engorged with the heat of my lust this early in the morning as I rubbed myself vigorously. My nipples popped out, indecent and puffy while my fingers traced and squeezed the pointed succulence of my tits—ooh, so silky and warm!—yearning for a lover's greedy mouth. Cradling the roundness of both, I crushed the velvety softness hard against my arms, gasping at the tingling pleasures at the hardened tips.

I stood up, feverish, catching my breath. I inhaled deep. I can't wait any longer—my wetness raged, smouldering in my pussy. My luscious tits bobbed, felt wicked and vulgar in my flimsy dress, waiting for someone's lips to slurp and gobble up each mouthful, to suck and nibble its ample globes. In a rush, as I made sure I heard Mom starting her car—and without bothering to change my clothes or check how I looked—I went downstairs.

I found my dad sitting at breakfast in the kitchen nook and yelled also, "I'm late, too, Dad!" surprising him. I mimicked Mom, shouting for her benefit so she will not suspect. I kissed my father, unmindful of my nakedness bared in the sheer night dress falling off one shoulder, and allowed him to see my sexual cravings already bursting in the yielding warmth of my flesh.

My father laughed, and kissed me also on the cheeks. But without hesitation, pulled me closer and embraced me tight as our lips met—our tongues ravenous—entwining, licking the heat of our lusts within. I sat astride on his lap at once and felt little prodding eruptions tickling my whole body, his hands groping free all over me—pulling, squeezing, stroking further under my chemise the fire already ablaze within me before I went downstairs. Our warm breaths merged in every excited exhalation, eager and wanting as always for the touch of each other's skin.

Oh, how I love my father! His natural scent mixed with the aroma of fresh ground coffee, blended with the earthy scent of raw clay and glaze paints he used in his studio—his muscles, strong, firm, and tireless after long hours of moulding, shaping earthenware—excited me anytime I'm with him. Long-haired in casual dreads and often in baggy clothes—a loose rock t-shirt and faded shorts with his bright orange crocks, his favourites—he's an artist so open and candid with me, treating me more like a bestfriend without any pretentions, excuses, or show of parental authority—especially, when we're together alone.

"Hey, baby, what's up...," he muttered in my ears, while I pushed myself down on his lap in a circular rhythm, testing his arousal, teasing his cock, glancing in a hurry where Rona could be. I felt Dad's cock hardened. Elongated more, as I moaned delighted, kissing his neck. "You're so hot and wet like your pussy, Tia," he whispered, and fingered me slow and deliberate. His strong large fingers wriggled gently between the lips, seeking deeper the slippery warmth raging inside, opening my thighs wide as I quivered involuntarily in ecstatic pleasures.

A tremor so sweet and exciting jolted and seized me, permitting my father to fondle and feel with abandon the simmering lust in my wet pussy. His fingers stroked the fat lips, while his large thumb pressed and tickled lightly the uncontrollable excitement wrapping my moist clit. His mouth, like a suction cup, gripped my breasts one at a time—alternating, swallowing, igniting the purest pleasures provoking my indecent moans.

"Oohmm, Dad—Daad, oohh!" He sucked my tits, my nipples; his lips and tongue tasting, tickling, teasing the luscious plumpness of each. I gasped, giggled loud, and squirmed. My hips trembled and I let go, gyrating, mashing my naked pussy on his cock, digging it free from his shorts as soon as we heard Mom's car zoomed out of the driveway.

I was no longer a virgin, to my dad's consternations, shock, and regret when we first fucked. I was eighteen when it happened and became his captured and obedient beloved pet, although he did not expect it to be so, even if he wanted me that much. I guess I was in love with him all this time, and our feelings were mutual.

We kept a discreet agreement between us, unspoken and erotic, yet clear and certain as my alluring sexuality betrayed its raging peak. Often, I would find him staring at me, eyeing my body where I sat in my skimpiest shorts and shredded tank top. My choice of clothes around him whenever we're left alone in the house, allowing him a peek at the lips of my pussy, the bountiful swells of my breasts, the luscious bounce of my butt. He knew I don't wear any undies, especially when Mom was out.

It's my costume of seduction, enjoying the torrid temptation no matter what small opportunity found us alone anywhere in the house. Blossoming at eighteen, I was a sexually active woman-child, a nymph cavorting with my dirty desires glimpsed in my passionate, innocent eyes—my full lips wild and pouting, begging for his attention and love.

I was confident Rona will not catch or notice us, either with Dad stroking my pussy in the car or sucking and mashing my tits behind the door. Or me, giving him a blowjob under the table or when we both hide, fucking, bent in the laundry room, wherever and whenever a chance came up.

"Am I beautiful, Dad?" I asked him often, flirting with him, fingers caressing his face, loving every moment we shared, demanding his devotion reserved only to me—wanting him, watching him, wooing him—often jealous of my Mom.

I tore off my night dress and shoved the softness of my aching tits in his face again, the delectable mounds brushing, melting against his greedy lapping lips. His cock enlarged some more, elongated further, then glided its full length and rigid mass inside my hot slippery pussy. I felt his massive cock tore open my hole, entered and pounded my pussy without hesitation or regard for my youth or delicate beauty, sending torrents of prickly shivers in my flesh—a thrilling sensation I only felt with him, always.

"I want you, Dad...," I whispered, bucking on his lap, licking his ears; my pussy pushed down in slow pumping motion on his cock with all my weight. "You're on my mind all night, Dad—you know, caressing me, loving me—oohh, oohh!!" I said, moaning with the electrifying heat of pleasures coursing through my flesh, nibbling his face as his initial hesitation with Mom catching us doused off quickly.

Dad was aware I was already immersed in my wanton eagerness even before he ate me for breakfast. To secretly fuck during breakfast before he drives me off to school was a shared habit— knocking me out of my mind with wicked ecstasy—if Mom was out, like today. We did it right beside the breakfast table, amidst the clutter of plates, glasses, cups, fruits and food. Dad devoured me, eating me in a lazy deliberate way, pouring honey on the jutting cones of my breasts—laughing and smirking as my body shuddered, tickled—massaging and stroking my fiery desires with his mouth and lips.

We kissed, long and languorous while he quickly lifted and fondled my breasts, squeezing both. He milked the pointed nipples with his large strong hands, moulding and kneading hard the globes in circular motions along its tips—my pussy wobbled, folded and dripped in uninhibited wetness, rubbing in anxious rhythm against his hairy crotch—his cock thumping inside me up to the hilt in a deliberate, naughty tickle.

He grabbed my hands with a sudden forceful jerk, steadying my body. My arms stretched on my sides, my shoulders straight—bobbing out my breasts, bared obscenely in his face. He burrowed greedily again, his face squashing my tits, harsh and wild with savage abandon. Like an obedient servant, I obliged my master—a strict, demanding teacher to an adoring pupil—his rigid cock pumping upwards, relentless, ravaging my youth, fucking my innocence to shreds with brutal pleasures of carnal madness.

I felt his cock sliding in and out inside me, hard and massive in length and girt, pushing deeper in each eager stroke, separating wide my quivering hole...The tickling sensation growing stronger and powerful, the mounting pleasures trembling in my flesh—my body quivered from the top of my head to my toes. I can no longer delay the swelling delirious thrills.

My legs kicked out. I wriggled—a captive, simmering animal unable to escape the excitement of lascivious delights. My head bounced back, my body tipped away from him, my whole being shuddering in shameless spasms. His massive erection pumped continuous and jabbed upwards deep inside the soft, warm hole of my pussy—the smacking, sloshing, slushy rhythm of our union our lusty music in the kitchen nook—as I squeezed his cock, too, his face contorting in a smirk of pleasures surging within him.

It was a trick I probably inherited from Mom. Thrilled to hone it later in school—cutting bananas and breaking raw eggs with my sorority pals—then practiced it alone with my sex toys and wanton experiences with strangers, boyfriends, and a handful of lucky profs. But I still have to try opening a beer bottle, though I think, it would be much later.

Dad treated me as his whore whenever we fucked, his forbidden bitch in the house, his lovable toy and pet, excited to rape me each time. The cruel, almost violent manner with which he fucked me chilled my flesh, terrified my senses, humiliated my being, tore my values and discarded my morality, reducing me to an unspeakable creature of carnal delights—and yet, I glowed with it—I loved it!

I enjoyed fucking my father too much. After all, I am a dirty slut as I rode his cock while he bucked like a horse, counter pounding his heavy upward thrusts each time. I started to slobber, whimpering—a moaning, quivering slave of his pleasures on the verge of losing my sanity. The bursts of delicious ripples gushed out spreading wild in my trembling body, coming one after the other in successive, explosive force.

"Dad...Oh, Daddy—oohh, oohmm!!" I cooed, and showered his face and neck with lewd wet kisses. My fingers gripped him tight, clawing his arms as I wilted at the onset of my squirting series of eruptions. I felt my body convulsed, arching wild backwards while he held my arms—the heat of youthful, reckless arousals overwhelmed me early—spraying his body with my juice.

My orgasms came in copious sprays—splashing his belly and thighs with cum, if not his face. I screamed, bounced hard, trembled and exploded again, and again—a playful sprinkler showering both of us with the warmth of our love.

"You're so gorgeous, baby...Oh, you're so beautiful!" my dad whispered. "Lucky is the man who'll pluck your heart away from me, Tia," he continued, trying to hush the tremor in my still quivering flesh, my pussy gripping hard his cock, forcing ejaculation. He exploded outside my body as we both laughed and giggled hard like kids under the stairs. His cock jerked on its own, shooting his hot fluids on my breasts, belly, and thighs.

I know I cannot control my seductive provocations any more than I can hide my love for my father. It wasn't animal lust or immoral desires but more of an innocent passion, an admiration where I find my dad not only attractive but also possessing the physical good looks and sensuous, tender behaviours I wanted and adored in a man. Add to this his sexual expertise, his sincerity and honesty—caring, loving attitudes expressed before, during, and after violent sex—which I enjoyed very much with intense pleasures, that I extended and hid from everyone our secret unions.

My mother, unfortunately, was deeply inhibited, if not conservative. The fact that I was the only child attested to her cold, weary interest in sex. Although ironic and truth of the matter is, my father met her when she worked as massage attendant in one of the prostitution dens posing as spas. For whatever reason unknown to me and not privy to, Rona lost her appetite for sex, and made life open and exciting for me and my father, allowing us to enjoy our forbidden relationship.

Suffice it to say my dad and I communicated on an emotional and physical level, understanding one another by mere hints and glances—where no words or explanations were necessary or required. We plunged into the depths of our desires without fear, hesitation or inhibitions or doubtful disgust. We enjoyed ourselves and did what we most liked—proud, open, naked and childlike—without guilt and thrilled beyond ourselves no matter how trivial or brutal our wishes and demands. Dad made me feel always young and fragile, even innocent at my naughty age, yet at par with him—tireless, energetic, and full of enthusiasm, loving every moment we shared.

Still, I knew he approached and avoided our delicate familial relationship with extreme care and a father's cautious control. Later, both through safe sex and moral accounting of my selfish behaviour, he kept me responsible and obedient at arm's distance. 

I kept bugging him though, not contented with just his fingers, lips, and tongue, which did the enviable duties of satisfying my wants from boobs to cunt in some small portions. He's there for me, always at my command, services, and lascivious pleas—seducing him for long vigorous fucks at the most suitable time.

Thus, he went about his obligations and chores as father and house husband, and managed to pursue his craft. He creates arty ceramic wares, and sells them online. This kept him indoors most of the time—and since I was a precious only child—gave me more intimate hours with him than with Mom.

Now don't think I encouraged this, as any illicit affair in erotic stories and porn flicks tend to happen and unfold. No, though my secret indulgences with my father were stoked by circumstances brought by some free time we enjoyed together, in and outside the house...

"Oh, Dad...We should do this often," I whispered hot in his ear once, breathing hard, still crumpled in the seat of the car, half-naked with my school uniform strewn on the seats and floor. We were parked in the shades a few meters from my school—a strict coeducation Christian college where I was enrolled in Mass Communication.

I gave him a long wonderful blowjob as we drove from house to school, passing through deserted side streets and vacant back lots, and then I fucked him, as we parked. I got dressed as best as I could, and with a wet kiss, winked at him and mooned, my twin cheeks naked under the long skirt of my school uniform, both of us laughing and lolling our tongues out with malicious promises of doing it again.

This arrangement between us felt too good to last, as I was always anxious to find any free time we can have together anywhere. I had no qualm at all doing it in public. In fact, it seems the presence of people and the danger it posed for us to be discovered excited me more. There was not an instance we did it in a public place that I wasn't dripping wet or ablaze with the heat of my arousals, teasing and prodding my father to fuck me hard.

"My god, baby—take it easy...There are—ooh, people—uuhh!" he whispered one time, nervous as he tried to warn me, terrified we might get caught. I pulled his pants down as soon as we got inside the old service lift at the back of the school museum on our way to a ceramics exhibit, pushed the buttons for the top floor and flicked the express switch on. I masturbated him, prepared him for a blowjob inside the slow-moving elevator while it climbed to the gallery on the top floor.

The door opened and we heard voices along the corridors. Dad's reaction was quick as he jammed his hands on the elevator buttons sending us back down. His cock slipped in the 'O' of my wet lips, sliding in and out as I savoured and felt all the curls and knots of the veins livid in the long, massive stem. His eyes rolled in nervous anticipation.

I teased his cock, licked the edges of the crown. My lips played along its smooth bald head, and tongued the slit with rapid flicks, squeezing it open at the tip. "What if the elevator—oohh, opened suddenly—ahh, shit!" he said, grabbing my head, unable to stop me as his legs folded and jerked. I was already on my knees and his cock inside my slurping, sucking mouth—the obscene familiar sounds soaking the emptiness of the descending lift.

I giggled, wiping his cum off my face and mouth. His explosions sprayed my face and hair with hot thick semen as he held my shoulders trying to free his cock from the tight grip of my mouth. "Relax, Daddy...," I said, "We can always go up if we ran out of floors." I climbed on top of him standing up, edging his cock inside me without any assistance from my hands. I sensed the elevator moving up again.

My pussy opened and gobbled the head of his cock still swollen and rigid after his furious ejaculations, and slid the length all the way through with my weight pressing down on him. We fucked fast, humped with eagerness as if it was our first time.

Dad braced me against the wall of the moving elevator, and crushed my pussy and tits like a rapist so overjoyed at the opportunity of finding a lovely teen like me alone in the lift. His cock banged hard inside me, pounding, squashing the wetness in my hole with every jerk and jab as he pulled and squeezed my tits. And true to my estimates, my delirious screams died down before we reached the basement parking lot. We missed the exhibit, attempting for the fourth time.

In these delicious short spurts of sexual amusements, my mother, Rona, never once suspected why I would sometimes insist on staying home rather than go with her shopping, even if the promise was a new dress or a pair of shoes. Maybe it was because my dad tried to indulge my mom also, doing his duties when she required or whenever time allowed.

Rona's business schedules as salesperson in a kitchenware company sometimes kept her busy, coming home late, spent and tired, which did not allow Dad to perform his obligations for her in bed—or maybe, consummate his own sexual needs, too, each night. But my mother was a beautiful woman, conscious of her body and sexual appeal, though she abruptly stopped thinking of having another child as soon as I was born.

Still I believe even to this day there were other unforeseen factors—call it coincidences or divine providence or preordainments that contributed, if not facilitated, my clandestine affair with my father—and therefore, felt it was really meant to happen anyway.




Rewarding Dad



For one, I was exposed and became enthralled with sex. Aside from my physical allure, curiosity, and interest in sex, I browsed quite often most of the porn sites in the guise of research projects. My malicious giggle while browsing betrayed me more than my actions that sometimes, I couldn't help but share with my father what I found.

"Dad, it says here size matters. They say it's more pleasurable—"

"Size need not concern you yet, baby," he said then, calm and feigning indifference. Yet his eyes stole glances at my sleeveless tee and tight shorts, seated and relaxed on the floor with my laptop in front of his worktable, comfortable of not wearing any undies at all. My cleavage exposed and well emphasized by the swells of my firm protruding breasts, my long legs bent on its knees open and spread apart—the skin so smooth that a fly would skid on it.

Jeez, how many times did I notice him lapping with his eyes the lips of my pussy bulging with its soft, luscious cheeks, all wet and succulent? "When it happens, Tia—you'll understand why," I heard my father continued, assuming a semblance of disinterest, but only for a moment. The bulge of his hardening cock pushed against his work shorts, his eyes darting fast to check the door of his studio, hoping it was locked. I stood up and walked to him, my smile suggestive and impish, jiggling my breasts.

"Understand what, Daddy?" I whispered close to his ears, my breasts brushing soft against his arm. Already consumed of my selfish arousals—my nipples stood erect, the areolas puffy, tickled against my tees—a warm wetness spreading luxurious against the thin cloth of my shorts. On fire and confident of what I wanted, I opened slow my seductive game, exposing myself in small salacious portions for the appreciation of my dad, trapping him inside my irresistible sexuality—just like other men, for life.

It was something I indulged before, unknown to my father and Rona, as I worked in a strip club far from school and home. I'd come home late armed with excuses, and because they knew I was a sultry attractive teen, both assumed it was a boyfriend. Until I rented a condo unit, but told them I was in a school boarding house.

Still, I later confessed. I did everything at the time only to support the demands of my luxurious lifestyle—keeping up with my rich and gregarious classmates.

"All of it was peer pressure, Dad...My eagerness to please them, to be with them—to be their equal," I said then, admitting my little adventure after he asked me where in hell I learned to dance so daring and tempting it never ceased to give him a hard-on. "I was hoping my friends were honest, sincere with their affection, their attention...But they gave me false friendships, instead," I continued, and calmed his concerns with a mushy, slow hand-job.

We were sitting on the couch in the living room that afternoon after school, his pants opened as I inspected and measured the rigidity and length of his cock. He was enjoying it, more so when my lips and tongue took over—sucking and licking all around the thumping pipe of his cock—when he remembered to ask suddenly where I learned these pleasurable indulgences.

Thus, without hesitation, I told him how it happened, and showed him too, what I learned. Not as a bonus, though, but to indulge in our arousals heating us up, his jealous concerns betrayed in his eyes.

"I needed fun money," I began between gasps. His long enormous cock all the way inside my mouth, ripping and jolting my flesh with thrills and pleasures I always imagined yet remained new and surprising to me—a discovery titillating my throat each time. He was giving me a face-fuck.

At the time, I said, continuing my story, I swallowed everything whole with embarrassment—plunging into the lewdness required of strip acts in the clubs—closing my eyes, humiliated at the perversity of the performances required. I was still new in school and new at the game, yet I needed to prove myself to everybody. The experience introduced me without hesitation to the wanton joys of depraved exhibitionism, which I found suited me, filling my senses with unexpected joys all alluring and flattering, scattering away any standards I had for decency.

I was a tall, slender teenager with the desirable body of a voluptuous woman-child—more than mouth-watering to satisfy every lonely man's sexual dreams. My face can turn the glances of motorists in the highways, more so, with a smile. My steady struts can provoke wolf-whistles from the crowd, whether from admiring educated men or naughty truck drivers did not bother me a bit.

Of course, my sexy, uninhibited pride of my beautiful body, my breasts, butt, and pussy magnified by the clothes I wore left no doubt to anyone what I wanted. I was an innocent, desirable hot angel dropped from hell, overflowing with unspoken cravings and wanton desires only a teen can imagine. And every man was invited to take part in it—but only in their wet dreams. For what I am, and all that I am, was reserved only for my loving father.

Yes, I got paid a lot with tips and fat commissions—more than snack money that allowed rent in a condo unit—for the club was always full. The sly owner unmasked early the truth of my con—that I was younger than I claimed to be—capitalizing on it, seizing the unexpected opportunity of a decent college student dancing in his den.

True, I was hesitant and anxious at first. Yet my carnal appetite and eagerness to learn and wallow in the secrets of seductions lured me. Who wouldn't, when every performance was a proud testimony of my enticing, delectable beauty? And with Dad on my mind in each mischievous, sexy performance, I was doing my best always.

The rowdy customers included college boys and I was afraid at first the school would know. And my parents would find out, also. Yet, after all my guilty examinations of intentions, my initial shedding of inhibitions and moralistic values, I felt delighted to try.

"I was so excited to do it, Dad...Aroused, in fact," I said, already naked lying on my back on the couch, my father's mouth busy sucking the jiggling globes of my plump tits. "I-I got nervous during the interview—oohmm, oohmm!" I screamed, electrified by the thrill shooting down to my belly, wriggling and curling inside my pussy as I pressed, rubbed my warm wet body closer and tighter against him.

"I-I came early one afternoon to apply...," I continued, already perspiring and nearing my explosive itch, "I saw the cheap WANT AD." It was a flyer tucked in the bulletin board along the corridor near the ladies' room, the usual school prank, as several of my classmates giggled and kidded themselves around, reading the ad.

The club was looking for '...pretty young thing, with good and sociable personality...eloquent, eager to prove herself a winner, to be trained by professionals. Interests must include dancing, singing, or anything related to entertainment; good salary with commissions...' etc., etc.

The owner was looking for dancers, period. And I was not stupid not to know. It was a strip club called Golden Horn, with sauna, massage parlour, and billiards downstairs; the private stage shows, the dance hall, and the expensive bar were upstairs.

But what attracted me to the ad was the location. It was a 20-minute commute from school, and the place was not a hangout choice for my rich college pals. The club was quite isolated, and together with some pool halls, game rooms, one Chinese restaurant, an old movie house showing adult films, a beer joint, and a mini mart with dirty comics in bookshelves at the back, it completed the menagerie of entertainment in the area for the local folks.

There were several houses and business offices within the vicinity, and perhaps, some rich kids, too, but that was all and nothing less. A perfect place for me to earn a little cash without anyone knowing it, while I get sexually educated, simultaneously. 

It doesn't mean I was still a virgin then.

I really didn't care—nor did I ask my father if he did—when or to whom I lost my virginity. But something tells me, his artist's dirty mind would bet I lost it by myself—ha-ha!—and not to any dude or lover in school.

Yes, I masturbated, what with Rona cautioning me against the dirt and evil of using sex tools when I reached the surging heat of my youth. I guessed I got carried away—enjoyed and indulged in the desires and vivid pleasures whenever I fucked myself. The mother-daughter consultations did happen though, as I did with my dad. Except the questions between me and Dad were different, as it became more actions than queries, physical and salacious, lascivious and wild.

So that in my youth, I displayed candid wantonness already skirting along the insatiable itch of a nympho to that of a rutting bitch...And rather than see any shit fuck me at will, my father obliged my tease, showing his love and care for me than anyone else. I think and honestly feel he was only doing a loving father's concern in our forbidden relationship, instead of corrupting me, his only child, whom he loves very much.

Thus, I came confident and prepared to apply for the job. I've been enjoying my sex life with Dad—and with no boyfriend at the moment or steady, yet with lots of dates lasting only after my target of a dozen orgasms per guy were achieved, no matter how short, long, or serious the relationship, I was having fun. A healthy sex life was my priority, not promiscuous but safe...Still is, up to now.

I wore my wide, dark sunglasses then, careful not to bump into someone I knew, and proceeded straight up to the third floor, to the office of the manager, or perhaps, the owner of the club. There were no other applicants, and I was relieved to know I had been a little early.

"Early bird swallows the Horn, Dad—ha-ha!" I said, stroking his cock, my lips still wet with cum, preparing him for another round. "I was eager, Dad—and this is how it happened, believe me," I said, continuing my tale...

"Hey, sweetie pie—you're just in time!" the man greeted me, after I knocked and pushed open the door where the loud MANAGER plastic sign was attached, together with the want ad stuck on it—'Hey! Hey! Want to play?'—it says, with a photo of a cavorting stripteaser beckoning a finger to her pussy.

"Like this, Dad," I said, palming my pussy in a suggestive way to make the photo come alive in his eyes, my breasts bouncing as my body undulated with each self-pleasuring stroke, delighted to see my father's cock hardened again, elongating and sturdy as a pole once more...

"I was about to put a 'Don't Disturb' sign and make calls—but what the heck!" the man said behind the wide glass-top table, smirking at me. "You're here and you look cute—so, come in, come in! Don't be shy!' he continued, and waved his hand at me as if swatting a fly.

"You cannot be in this business if you're shy, sweetie pie," the manager said, the foul smell of fruity alcohol, floral air freshener, and cheap cologne tumbled and reeked inside the room. The air conditioner barely hummed a cold sigh.

Though spacious, the room was littered with an assortment of male and female adult magazines, boxes of beer cans, discarded ladies' dresses, various underwear, sexual paraphernalia—the kind seen on X-rated movies—fancy jewelleries, toys, give-aways, and lots of assorted whatever.

A mismatched sofa leaned sadly near the table; one perched on the opposite side, perhaps for visitors. A red-brown carpet with an embroidered Golden Horn logo—a white, funny-looking goat against a black circle for background encircled by the club's name in gold fancy letters—graced the floor. The faded carpet looked like thick, braided woollen fibres ready to unravel any minute out of the curl.

It seemed there was no one to clean up the place.

The manager ambled in front of his table and sat on the edge, pushing a bit of the confusion with his butt. "Closed the door, please...," he motioned, waving a vigorous hand at me. "Let's see what you got."

I entered and shut the door. I was not born during the Holy War not to know what the man wanted. Yet, I bided for time.

"How much?" I said, and took off my sunglasses.

My school pals say I'm pretty, while the boys angling for a date think I'm sexy. I really think I'm beautiful, and Mom felt I would be a Miss Universe contender someday. My confidence at the moment was above my head, as I heaved a deliberate, seductive sigh—bobbing my breasts out to great advantage. I wasn't wearing any undies, as I chose to do in school, already away from home.

"Hey—heeey! I don't pay what I don't see, sweetie pie," the man said, folding his hairy arms on his chest, eyeing me with a sticky leering stare. "Tell you what...Give me a hard-on, okay?—and the job is yours," he said, and hiked up his pants in front to emphasize the bulge of his cock. It looked large, but for his age, I doubted for once if I can do it.

The manager or owner was about sixty five or seventy; a burly, squat man with a shock of curly white hair and a large head too big for his height. If this was his business, if this was how he earned a living, he knew what he was talking about, I supposed. 

"Go on...Do what you do in your bedroom," he added, indifferent, yet his eyes gauged my willingness to undress, measuring the appeal and tease of my nakedness to arouse him. But if his business was to mingle with nude, attractive women everyday, how will he react to my body? How will I looked different from the rest?

"It crossed my mind, Dad...I'm game, but also weighed my options," I said, inserting his cock inside my pussy once more, riding it slow and easy, feeling the rising tremor in his body despite the earlier blowjob and fuck.

I knew it would be difficult to bargain for a price if he doesn't have an idea of what I have to offer. Any lecher and shrewd businessman knew this—it was still business, after all, and I was only a merchandise. "I felt conscious, nervous—what if he rejected me, Dad?" I continued, changing position as he mounted me and began a rhythmic, delicious pounding of my pussy. I must admit my story added obscene fuel to our stolen smouldering fuck inside the house, with me excited to tell him the result of my job application, and my father anxious to know how I got it, what I did to earn it.

"Okay...," I told the man, "But no touch," and kicked off my stiletto shoes one at a time. I considered everything fast, and decided not to strip since he was used to the act. My only advantage was my youth, lying to him already about my real age. But since I noticed he knew I lied, rightly assuming I was still in school, I must act as he and other dirty, horny men expect a teen to behave: quickly aroused, bursting in tempting, unrestrained sexuality.

I was a precious find for the man, drifting to this small club instead of the popular, better joints in the city. But without music to accompany me if I dance, I felt at a disadvantage. The manager wanted me to give him an erection, but I cannot just strip and do a dance number, knowing he's used to the act.

Still, I was confident, assured, and ignored the challenge: Didn't my father ogled, drooled, and leered at me even in my casual clothes? Didn't his erection bulged in his shorts whenever I made a quiet parade—cat-walking in slow mischievous struts in front of him—while he's deep in concentration with his art? Didn't we fuck after each and every game I played, arousing him?

I was wearing a short, one-piece deep green dress with spaghetti straps, with tiny floral patterns scattered at the hem, a foot above my knees. The low neckline allowed only a peek at my cleavage—no buttons in front or back, no zippers—and with no bra or panty at all, the delicate dress languorously hugged my curves. The cloth was light and airy, but not enough to be translucent, and I felt comfortable and sexy in it.

"May I?" I said, and gestured to sit on the sofa beside the table. But quickly pulled it instead on its coaster wheels and dragged it in front of the man, even before he can nod or say yes. I positioned the chair about two meters from the table facing him and sat down.

The man eyed me with a curious grin, sensing my hesitations, enjoying my unease and inexperience—my youth and unfamiliarity with the vacant job, exposed—which I wanted him to believe as I decided on my act. It was not common with dancers applying in a strip club to dawdle or give a second thought in taking their clothes off, even in the presence of many men. And here I was, only with the manager, yet I had to pull a chair—biding my time, thinking of options...Or so he thought.

"You've done this before, sweetie pie?" he said, widening his grin, confident of his assumptions, aware of a growing nervous quiver in my flesh. He smiled to himself, already certain I was a good investment—with little practice and exposure, I can gain confidence and learn to dance and be a star in his club.

He did not suspect it was my mounting anticipation—an eagerness to display my allure, to show my captivating charm—yet bluffing the truth of my sexual experiences while admitting my real young age: A fresh, new pussy shuddering at the thought of disrobing, dancing in front of leering men and women, overwhelmed with embarrassment, yet the hesitations doused with extreme need for cash.

Thus, the manager felt he found a jackpot.

The sofa was a narrow, low bucket type with worn black leather cushion. It swished air as I sank with my full weight on it, and dropped my butt lower—more than a foot from my knees, hiking up my dress, exposing my thighs. I sat unmoving at first, half-slouched, yet allowed my legs locked at the knees to slowly move apart.

As the man stared and waited, I leaned out and arched my body upwards, my head touching the backrest. At once, the bobbing globes of my naked breasts popped halfway out of the neckline of my dress—luscious in its yielding softness, silken and aroused—its provocative mounds tempting, aching to be squeezed, sucked, and mashed, the nipples bulbous against the cloth.

With my body bent in an outward horizontal arc on the sofa, and both arms stretched on the armrest for support, I parted my legs wider in front of the man, slow and deliberate. Then, lifting both feet on tiptoe, allowed the hem of my dress to slide down my thighs some more, exposing the sinful wetness of my pussy's lips—the slippery gloss of the hole gaped open within.

"Wow!" the man whispered and fidgeted, as if his wife was there to see him—eyes wide, rolling all over my body. He wiggled back and forth on his heels, agitated in an unabashed attempt to see more under the rising skirt, my legs spreading loose and apart all the more.

"How much?" I said, and opened my legs wider still. I can feel my pussy burning, the hole soppy and hot, tickled by the man's nervous reactions—swallowing hard and licking his lips—eager to see more.

"Uurhmm...Uh, can we deal?" the man said, the bulge of his erection already obvious, hardening and elongating, a massive rod pointing at me, pushing against the front of his pants.

"How much do I get?" I said again, and lifted my legs slow this time from the floor, bended high on the knees. I placed my feet apart on the edge of the sofa, while my hands cupped and mashed my tits lightly in a circular tease, exposing its succulence. My body curved upwards in a languid, gentle swirl—rotating, pumping, fucking air—my luscious pussy smacked in the man's gawking face.

"Ahh, l-let me think," the man said, coming closer. He saw what every hot-blooded male wanted to see: The inner lips of my young, pinkish pussy already moist with arousals from behind the subtle wisps of pubic hair, my hole delicately opened, oozing with the heat of wetness I can feel rolling, dripping down between the cheeks of my butt.

The man felt the wonderful rush of erection in his extending cock, uncontrolled. His tongue licked his lips with indecent delight, eyes bulging in horny anticipation of a free fuck...Excited to come across an adolescent in bad need of cash.




Rewarding Dad



"Oooh, well, uh—I'll give you, uh—5% commission of the ticket sales for the night...," he said, evaluating his investments. "Plus, of course—uurhmm, your salary...70 a show, 3 times a night, 3 times a week. OK?" he continued, assured of my worth, his cock thumping wild in his pants, certain of a complimentary fuck as I continued my unabashed seduction in his eyes.

The quick, salacious demonstration made me all wet and aroused, true, and with only an old dirty man to watch. What more would it be, I imagined, when I'm already on the stage and dancing—cavorting and displaying without inhibitions my naked, gorgeous body for every male to lap, see, and devour—admiring, craving, wanting me? I was more than certain everyone will get a hard on!

"Make it 10% and a hundred per show—I told him, Dad," I said, and stood up. I crouched on the couch low, wanting a doggy-fuck, offering Dad my cunt from behind. This is one of my favourite positions, which we often do anywhere outdoors, adding excitement to the adventure. "Twice a week, I told the man...I'm still a student. And please, no I.D., no papers to fill, no questions asked—oooh, Daad!!" I screamed, my pussy crushed by my father's wild violent fuck—his cock bursting bigger inside me in every stroke.

I started to feel feverish, flowing with the rhythm of my dad's cock pushing and pulling in and out of my pussy from behind. The banging sound of my butt smacking faster and faster on his crotch as he fucked me harder became louder, adding malicious pleasures to my moans and whimpers. "I-I'll do my own choreography and music, I told the manager. Ooohmm—provide costumes, which I'll choose...oohh, and a dance instructor. No touch...Deal?" I said.

The man, reeling from my impromptu performance, groped with both hands the edge of his table on his way back to his chair, his eyes still ogling me, caressing my body. "Uh—okay, it's a deal...Umm, when can you start—and what do I call you?"

I fixed myself then and put on my shoes—I had to get out of the room before I lose control and change my mind, fucking the old man on the spot. "I felt terribly hot, Dad...Aroused, I was so aroused," I muttered, as Dad reached in to mash my breasts, squeezing both hard in rhythm to his pumping, pounding motions.

"The man's eyes...He devoured my wet pussy...Oohh, my body throbbed—oohmm!" I wriggled in my crouching, fucking position as streams of excitement swelled and rose. "The man made my skin quivered with pleasure, Dad, and—oohmm, with the thick swath of his cock bulging large and obvious, it was irresistible—ooh, oooh, Daddy, shit!!" I screamed, convulsing in orgasmic explosions.

I turned around quickly to face my father, pumping hard upwards, meeting every thrust he made with my pussy squeezing his cock, then letting go. "Just like yours, Daddy," I said, teasing him, smiling amorously, pulling him tighter close to me, licking his face, sending him to explode also, together with me.

"Give me two weeks...," I said then, out of the door. "And call me Greek."

I left in a hurry, giggling, careful to avoid bumping into other applicants who arrived on my way down the stairs.

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Thank you for dropping by,

Lin Min Go Lin

07March12



Rewarding My Pet



Something I sent to a wonderful young lady I met through literotica, if your taste is similar to hers perhaps you will enjoy it as well.

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Rewarding Patience



When she opened the door to the hotel room she found the dimness of lamp lighting calming. Walking through the large room to the windows facing the city, she barely noticed the plush furniture or the wet bar in the corner. Why was she so nervous? She continued to ask herself this as if an answer would some how be revealed. She knew him and trusted him so the anxiety seemed out of character for her.

Still, she was nervous and it was showing in the slight tremble in her hands. It made her appear weak and she hated that. She was known for her strength and confidence. Attempting to distract herself, she looked around the room and found the bar. She didn't care what was there, she needed a shot. Pouring the bourbon in the tumbler and tossing back the alcohol was her quick fix for the nerves. She welcomed the burning in her throat that ran down to her stomach in exchange for the anxiety of his arrival.

The alcohol was barely in her system when she heard the light knock on the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had waited for this day. It was finally going to happen. All those times she had sat across the restaurant or bar or club knowing he was there and yet unable to have a small meal with him. Unable to sit next to him at the bar. Having only those quick moments when he looked up and caught her gaze and smiled. Causing the butterflies in her stomach to go wild. Or passing him in the hallway leaving the restroom and his brushing up against her side as he walked by. That physical contact brought on more than butterflies. It lit a small fire that burned deep in her pussy. She dreamed of a day when the hiding would stop and he make it known she was his, but this was not that day. 

She crossed the room and opened the door to his smiling face. He always made it obvious he was glad she was near by his smile. But there had been times that she had shown up at the wrong place at the wrong time and was not greeted by a look of happiness. He had always texted her on an untraceable number to let her know where he would be. He checked in with her every day, but never to actually meet in person. Until today. Today the waiting was over. 

He stepped into the room he had reserved under a false name and pushed his fists into the pockets of his pants. She wondered if he were attempting to hide the fact that he was hard. If so, he was unsuccessful. She tried to immediately look away, but she found herself looking back and staring. The bulge in his pants made her mouth water. Her breathing increased and her thighs clenched together as the fire in her pussy burned hotter with just his entering the room. She knew he could see her nipples were hard through the thin top she wore with the skirt and stiletto heels. He had to know how badly she wanted him. It was obvious in every possible way and she had never tried to hide it. 

"I'm glad......." What? She had no idea how to finish.

"Shhhhhh...." He whispered while reaching out to take her hand in his and pulling her to him. Words were not what either of them wanted in that moment. He leaned into her and touched her lips with his. It was so soft she hardly felt it. But she did feel something else. His cock pressed into her lower belly and his left hand slid into the hair at the back of her head giving a slight tug for her to look up at him. His right hand pulled her top out of her skirt and pushed it up to grasp her breast and pinch the nipple hard enough for a light cry to escape her lips. He kissed her again to cover the cry but this time his tongue slid between her lips and danced with hers. His left hand turned her head slightly to increase the pressure of his mouth and deepened the kiss. She felt light headed from the emotions of it all and reached up to grab his shoulders. 

"Do you have any idea how hard you make me by just being in the same room with you?" 

With that one question she felt the wetness of her panties and her face heated as if she were blushing. The aching emptiness in her pussy was getting stronger. Burning heat building. She had to move this along or she would die of need. Pulling her top over her head and pushing her skirt to the floor, she dropped to her knees in front of him. It took only a moment to free his cock and then the head was in her mouth with her tongue swirling around it. She needed to let him know how badly she wanted to please him. 

Groaning he pushed further into her mouth until she could feel him in the back of her throat. His hands gripped her hair as he began to slowly fuck her mouth. She was gagging from his size and pressure in the back of her throat, but he didn't stop and she didn't want him to. She reached up and cupped his balls and moaned hard so her mouth practically vibrated around his cock. 

He gripped her forearms and lifted her up to stand. "Take the rest off now," he said forcefully. She didn't hesitate. He pulled off his own clothing and motioned for her to move to the bedroom. Once there he gripped her hips and tossed her to the bed. "You want this gentle, baby? Cause I can do you gentle. I want you to remember it. I want you to always know who owns that pussy." She gasped at his words.

"No, I don't want gentle. I want all you've got," she whispered as she eased back further on the bed. He moved over and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Sucking and loving it with his tongue until he bit softly. Just enough to make her cry out and then moved over to give the other the same attention. 

Sliding down over her body, he came to rest with his mouth right at the glistening lips of her shaved pussy. His breath kissing those lips and making her lift her hips in invitation. His tongue dipped in to swirl around her clit. She threw her head back, moaning. The fire there was much hotter now. She was already so close. Just a little more, she thought. His tongue stopped the swirling motion and licked her outer lips before nipping each side with a bite. Again, she cried out more from surprise than pain. The blood was rushing there and she felt the edge of orgasm teasing her. "Please!" she begged.

"Yes, baby. Beg me to take that pussy." His cock was barely sliding back and forth over her pussy lips. She gripped his hips with her thighs and attempted to impale herself on his cock, but he eased back. "Behave or I'll spank that sweet ass of yours," he said, pinching her nipple to show her he was still in control. She groaned and eased the pressure of her thighs. With that he eased inside her tight pussy and her juices allowed him to slide right in. 

"Oh fuck, you are so tight." His large hard cock pushing inside and allowing a moment for her to get used to his size. Then he began to roll his hips sliding his cock almost all the way out. Within moments the slow roll became faster and faster until he was pounding her pussy. She gripped the comforter in an attempt to hang on. He could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around his cock and it almost made him cum, but he pulled out quickly and leaned back flipping her onto her stomach. Dazed, she moved as he directed. Pulling her ass into the air while pushing her face down onto the mattress he pushed back in and continued pounding away. The wet slapping noise met only with load moans of need.

This position had his cock pushing against her g-spot and from there the heat grew out of control. "You ready to cum, baby?" 

When she didn't answer he slapped her ass. "Answer!"

"Yes! Yes, I want to cum!" The pounding from his hips forcing his cock in and out got harder. In and out. She knew she would be sore tomorrow but she wanted it. In and out. She loved it.

"Is your pussy hot, baby," still fucking.

"Yes!"

"Say it!" he demanded.

"My pussy is hot!"

"Again!" Slap.

"My pussy is hot! Oh my God!" The scream she gave would probably have been heard over the entire floor of the hotel had he not reached around and muffled her mouth. With the other hand on her shoulder he pulled her back against his chest and pounded out his release filling her with his cum as he stifled a growl that sounded more like animal than man. Draining his balls completely. His cock twitching inside of her throbbing pussy still coming down from orgasm. Both gasping for breath and waiting for heart beats to calm. 

Its was a little while before either could speak. She was at a loss for words as he pulled her back up against his chest and was spooning with her as he slowly stroked her arm. He whispered, "Next time .....I'm claiming that ass." Then they both drifted to sleep.



Rewarding Their Brother



 There are two ladies for whom this story was written, in a burst of kinky, heated inspiration. They know who they are and I hope they enjoy it. 

The girls were having one of their discussions, as sisters are wont to do, with some drama and arguing and other things that will not be discussed herein.

The topic of discussion between Merry and June was how to say "Thank You" to their older brother Jack for bailing them out of the  jam of their lives .

"Okay -- treat him to a weekend in Vegas?" the tinier of the twins, Merry, piped in.

"He went a few months ago with Laurey, remember?"

June snorted at her twin and shook her head. Reddish-gold locks dangled in front of her brown eyes, she brushed them aside. "Oh yeah -- that was before they broke up. Poor guy -- he's such a nice guy and pretty good looking, but he always ends up dating such  skanks !" 

Merry nodded her head in agreement. Jack was one of the last nice guys out there, but his head was far too easily turned by a pretty face -- and a nice pair of legs in heels and miniskirt or ... let's be honest, if the girl was half-decently cute, their older brother was a goner. Laurey was the longest in a parade of idiots their 35-year old brother had dated.

"Have we  ever  liked any of his girlfriends?" June asked, looking at her slightly-shorter twin. It was only half an inch, but it was a running joke between the two. "Otherwise, we'd be identical!" Merry had told one boyfriend, who scratched his head. The girls looked  nothing  alike -- aside from their eyes, which were the same soulful brown and captured the attention of many suitors.

Both girls rarely lacked company. From the time they'd been able to fuck, the girls  fucked . Neither put a high price on virtue, sex was the best exercise, the most fun, a great way to keep one's complexion clear [ so one friend claimed ] and one of the things that kept them going.

It had been their sexual proclivities that had gotten the twins in hot water. The brou-ha-ha had been over a night of sexual debauchery the girls had undertook while their parents were out of town. To save money, the twins had continued living at home while attending college and working in a Lingerie Shoppe. They worked alternate days so they had time to study. But weekends were for  fun  - and fun =  fucking !

So the twins went out to their favorite pub, picked up their favorite studs -- 2 studs who were part of  triplets , oddly enough -- and brought them home for a weekend fuckathon.

June was riding Terry's cock and wringing it dry while Merry was screwing Jerry with every inch of her wriggling body taking him deep and from behind. An hour ago, the girls had fucked the other's partner and and hour before that, they'd all fucked in the pool and had some beers. Luckily, their neighbors hadn't been home to hear the yelling and carryings-on.

June, in her lime chiffon teddy, loved the thick cudgel that was filling her cunt. Her twin, in a pale-blue teddy, seemed to be relishing the hard shaft that was fucking her to oblivion. This was far from the first time the girls had shared studs and likely wouldn't be the last.

That was about the time their parents walked in and all hell broke loose.

Their mother reacted in a way typical to her -- she fainted dead away. Their father hit the roof, if the boys hadn't been athletes, there might have been broken limbs. When he turned his anger on the girls, he ordered them to pack up and leave. When it became apparent that he  wasn't  kidding and no amount of tears and supplication would change his mind, they called their friend Lindsey were able to stay at her house for the night -- but it couldn't be a permanent arrangement, she didn't have the room.

June got the bright idea to call their older brother, who'd been able to purchase his own home a few years prior due to investments that had made him fairly well-to-do. Jack wasn't surprised and said "Get your cute butts over here, I've got plenty of room. I've just broken up with Michelle."

That had been 3 girlfriends and a bit over a year ago. The girls had offered to pay rent, but Jack pooh-poohed that idea, he didn't need the money. They did the laundry and cooking -- Jack hated to cook -- but that was about it. They came and went as they pleased, brought lovers home if they wanted -- and found the arrangement worked for all. They even reached a kind-of reconciliation with their parents.

Both girls had saved a rather-sizeable nest egg from not paying rent. Jack was generous to a fault, he even paid most of the bills and bought the food. So -- how the hell could they thank him?

Merry looked at her twin and said "Do we have anyone we could fix him up with? He's so damned hot, any girl would be getting a real stud."

June giggled. "Yeah, I used to hear Michelle and Laurey -- they didn't have any complaints in bed, that's for sure. You think Jack's hot?"

Merry nodded. "Christ,  yeah ! He's got that gorgeous wavy ashen hair, his eyes are green -- majorly hot -- and he still has the good cheekbones and we know how much he likes to work out. Plus, he's got money -- the kind of guy any girl'd like to fuck!"

June brushed away another reddish lock and thought about it. "You know, I don't think any of our girlfriends are single right now. Damned shame, Jacky's so -- so fucking cool. Shit, shit, SHIT!"

Merry -- at times the bolder of the twins -- had an inspiration, a devilishly perverted idea. Oh no -- she couldn't -  they  couldn't --  could  they?

June always knew when her sister was up to something, she tended to become overly quiet. Tapping her on the shoulder, she said "Okay, what the hell is going on in that mind of yours?"

Turning to her equally-kinky but slightly quieter twin, Merry said calmly "Do you really think our brother is hot?"

June nodded. "How many times do I have to say it, dummy. I will spell it for you. Jack is H-O-T!"

Merry flicked her sister's shoulder as they poured two steaming mugs of coffee. "Okay, if he wasn't our brother, would you fuck him?"

June did that look only she could do when her twin said something that sounded wonky. "You want to say that again -- slower?"

"If ... he was  not  ... our brother ... would  YOU  fuck him?"

June's eyes narrowed. "I'm not sure where you're going with this and I am not sure I like it. Don't be ridiculous, we can't fuck Jack, that's incest. Okay, if Jack wasn't our brother, would  you  fuck him?"

Without missing a step, Merry said "In a heartbeat."

June nearly toppled out of her chair and spilled her coffee, but it was like her to regain her composure quickly. "Okay -- I am trying hard not to freak out here, but ... "

"You just said it. I said it. Jack's hot. He's cool. A lot of our girlfriends have commented on our stud of a brother. He has no trouble getting chicks, he just has no taste. Neither of us has been laid in a while and .... "

"Whoa! Slow down bitch, slow down!" June chided her sister. "Are you talking about us  both  fucking him?"

Merry shook her head, brown ringlets tossed aside. "Sure. He might stay home and stop hanging out with user-skanks."

"Well, I gotta admit, that'd be a good thing. Okay, I have to admit, I am intrigued. So if we were to do this crazy thing ... and I'm not saying we will ... how do we work it? Who gets what night? Oh hell, how do we even know Jacky'd go for it?"

Merry knew the wheels in her sister's mind were turning now. "Well, we have enough money to buy some nice stuff at the store, especially with our staff discount. We could set up a nice dinner and take it from there. As for Jack -- I've caught him looking, he knows his sisters are hotties. What night -- why, the  same  night, don't be silly!"

"You want us to fuck him at the same time? Are you nuts?"

"Why, you've seen me naked -- when we go away together, we sleep in the same bed, we've fucked guys in the same room ...."

"Oh Christ, I can't even believe I'm  considering  this!"

Merry's eyebrow arched. "So you   are considering it?"

June sighed. "Shit, I don't know. I mean --- you and I, we've done some pretty wild stuff, but this --- this is incest and ... "

Merry gave her sister a reassuring hug. "We're not going to get pregnant. Jack takes good care of us. Maybe there's a reason we all ended up together. Heck, it'd be fun just to tease him and blow his mind!"

June giggled. "Among other things!" She shrugged her shoulders and resigned herself to her perverted fate. "Okay, I'm in. Poor Jack -- his life is never going to be the same."

On Monday, their plan went into effect.

Over morning coffee, Merry served their brother in a new white teddy and stockings with heels, adding a dab of perfume and strategically bending over a little more than necessary. That night, June wore a new black negligee that cinched tight at the waist, with a high slit on one side and cute black mules. Merry, back in the teddy, sat cuddled with her sister on the couch across from Jack and noticed him trying hard to pay attention to his football game -- in vain. The girls went to bed with dopey grins on their faces.

Tuesday Jack was up and out early, but over lunch, June wore a snug tank top and the shortest shorts she owned. Underneath was a tiny red thong and instead of runners, she wore an impractical pair of red stilettos. She put an extra bit of  ooomph  into her movements as she fed her brother and when Merry came down, she thought Jack's eyes were going to bug out. She claimed she was "going shopping" but Merry had on one of the  shortest  minis June had ever seen and a top that was also black, but like "Swiss Cheese" - holes everywhere, just allowing glimpses of bare flesh. She had on a pair of thigh-high "fuck me" boots with matching stilettos and had styled her hair and eye makeup to give her a brazen, wild look. June thought if her sister shopped in that outfit, she'd be coming home with a lot of freebies.

Wednesday morning came and both women could see their brother looked a bit tired and haggard. June teased her sister quietly that she thought she'd heard creaking in the next bedroom and wondered if their brother had been masturbating thinking of them. The twins went upstairs and came back down in pretty pale sun dresses, under which could be seen lacy bras and sexy french-cut panties. Heels were a must, both girls had noticed their sibling liked their legs -- so they'd spent time shaving and applying lotion to make them shiny and smooth.

Thursday the girls "worked on their tans" - an excuse to wear micro-bikinis and move and squirm and even take their tops off, hoping Jack would come out and join them. He didn't. Even when the sisters oiled each other up, being a bit explicit, Jack seemed to remain stoic. Was their plan going to fail? June was becoming dejected, now she'd let herself go, she was really  into  this.

Friday was a day to pull out all the stops -- June wore a scarlet corset with black stockings and garters, heels with a silver stiletto tip. Her sister had on a beautiful satin negligee, black, slit high, stilettos too, plunging neckline, a perfume that would not be ignored. Jack hadn't said anything in nearly 30 minutes. The TV was on, but it was clear he wasn't paying attention to Cartman or Butters. Finally, he spoke up.

"Okay, this has to  stop ."

"What?" both girls said in unison.

'This -- this -  whatever  it is you're doing. The clothes. The moves. I don't know why you're acting like flirty little teases, like sluts begging for a fuck, but ..."

"Are we acting like sluts begging for a fuck Juney?" Merry turned to her sister.

"Maybe -- so what if we are?" June said, moving in a slightly provocative manner.

"Yeah Jack -- maybe we  are  hot, nasty little sluts, just aching to be fucked. Whatcha gonna do about it?" Merry said, pressing her body hard against his, her round breasts rubbing his chest.

"For Chrissakes Merry -- you're my sister!" Jack exclaimed -- he seemed horrified, but not  entirely . There was something there -- hard to define -- not quite lust, not love -- like confusion, perhaps? He wasn't supposed to find his sisters sexy, but June knew the effect she and her sister had on men -- and their brother was most definitely of the male persuasion.

Jack was struggling hard with all of this. His sisters were certainly not angels, or they wouldn't have been living with him. Their sexual escapades were well-known to him, but this was well beyond the norm. This was a line that once crossed could never be  un -crossed and Jack was loathe to take that step -- but they were so sexual and alluring, his will was crumbling.

He regained his stoic composure and challenged the twins. "Okay, you know this is flat-out ridiculous. We can't -- fuck -- it's incest and besides, you two can have any man you want. Why the hell do you want to fuck me?"

Merry looked at her brother with rich brown eyes that seemed to dance with delight. "Well -- you mean aside from the fact you're one hot S.O.B and both of us want to jump your bones?"

June moved in beside her sister and boldly grabbed her brother's crotch. She was not at all surprised to find him hard -- but she was amazed to find out how big he was.

"Okay -- truth time. We  hated  each and every girl you went out with, Jack. They're idiots or skanks or both. You've taken great care of us -- so, we figure it we take care of you, this solves everyone's problems!"

Jack's head was spinning -- these were his sisters, he knew that -- but Christ, they were such hot  fuckable  little honeys! He couldn't deny if he'd come across them in a bar, he'd have wanted to take them home and screw the shit out of them -- and now they were both offering ...?

Merry whispered into June's ear and an awkward smile crossed June's face. She trusted her sister, but this was pretty out there. Still, if it got their brother naked and ready to fuck ....

Jack saw his sisters move together -- lord, this couldn't be -- they moved together, their lips brushed together, hands tangled through thick hair, then moved down each other's bodies as the kisses became more ardent, more passionate. His sisters were getting it on! It was wrong and it was so fucking  hot !

June was a bit confused -- Merry sure could kiss. June wasn't bi-sexual, as far as she knew -- but Merry could kiss. Her entire body was responding. From the way Merry was making her feel, she was fairly sure this wasn't Merry's first time kissing another girl.

Merry found that her little ploy was working -- she could see Jack's resistance, but she knew it wouldn't be long. No hurry -- kissing June was a very sensual experience, the lusty little minx was arousing her in return. Merry could see while all the men were drawn to her sister, she was indeed a cuddly, adorable little bundle of sex. She squeezed her sister's asscheeks and nuzzled her neck, the little giggles she heard her sister make adding to her fun.

June just did the best she could to play along -- although she certainly thought her sister had never looked more exquisite, the negligee looked spectacular on her. She thought she'd like to borrow it sometime.

Their bodies were twisting together in erotic syncopation, so much so, that the twins nearly forgot their brother until they heard a loud "Ahem" from across the room.

The girls turned in unison to their brother who was standing there with what could only be described as a dopey grin on his face.

"Is there  anything  you two hellions wouldn't do?" he asked them.

The girls shook their heads.

"No way I can talk you out of this?"

The heads shook again.

"Okay, if I am going to be your stud, I suppose we had better get started" he grinned, hearing the girls squeal. "Who's going to sleep with me tonight?"

The girls looked at each other and laughed. " BOTH  of us, dummy!"

"Whoa now ... I don't think I ... "

There were no words after that, because Merry kissed him harder then she'd ever kissed any man while her sister began unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing his chest. Despite her earlier reservations, she was soaked with desire and couldn't wait to have her brother's hard cock fucking her into oblivion.

Jack was murmuring something neither twin could make out, so Merry pulled away for a minute and said "What?"

"I said I'd rather go into the bedroom, where we've got a bit more light and a bit more room. And I need to get outta these pants!" Jack smiled.  Any minute now, I'll wake up and this will all be a dream and ... 

The girls led their brother to his bedroom and stripped him down. He still had the slight scar from where he'd fallen off his bike all those years ago -- a reminder that their newest lover was family -- and yet, his hard body and his cock made them not care a whit. He was a man and soon, he'd be their man.

He lay back on the bed and surveyed his two women, counting his blessings. Merry began to slide off the negligee and June was getting out of her ensemble when they heard him say "Hey, hold on!"

Both heads turned in his direction.

"You're both so gorgeous -- why rush? Let's take it slow. June, you take off that little thong and you're naked enough, for the moment. Hey Merry -- why don't you and sis put on a little show for me? I'd love to see you eating her pussy!"

Merry would've preferred to start the fucking, but she was glad her brother was getting into the kinky spirit. She turned to June, who shrugged her shoulders and did as asked, kicking the thong aside in a flirty little gesture. She crouched down and prepared for a new feeling as she straddled her sister's face on the bedroom floor. A knowing, slinky tongue invaded her pussy and she groaned in erotic supplication. Her sister was eating her, a woman was eating her cunt for the first time and she had no intention of asking her to stop.

Jack was resisting every urge to "Jack off" as he watched his sister's love-play. This was something he had never dreamed of, not ever, in his most lurid thoughts. He knew his siblings were sexual creatures, but the depths of their kink was incredibly arousing. He could see Merry's face already shiny with June's flow. His cock was hard, despite his misgivings, he was hotter than the fires of hell.

The girls, in somewhat of a kink-induced stupor, pulled Jack to them and kissed him repeatedly, letting him taste June's juices and tantalizing him further. Now on the bed, the action was going to heat up. Merry decided seeing as June had already come to climax, she needed some attention. She licked at Jack's dick until it signified it was raging to go and she wriggled -- inch by inch -- taking it in and enjoying it all -- down on his cock until it filled her snug cunt. She turned around and winked back at June, a signal that her sister should try their brother's tongue now.

Jack was now fully into the incestuous threesome his sisters were providing -- June's tight pussy on his face and her sister --  their  sister's -- even tighter cunt on his rod. Okay, if they were all going to fuck, they were going to fuck with as much strength, desire and skill as they could muster up!

Merry's pussy was full of cock and it felt so  right . She'd had bigger cocks and she'd had thicker cocks as well, but it seemed like her brother's dick was the perfect dick for her horny little puss. From the blissful expression on June's face, she could tell her sister was really grooving on the incestuous experience as well.

Jack seemed to sense that Merry liked her loving with a bit of savagery -- not so much abusive, but strong and confident -- so he gave her long, powerful strokes and he concentrated as best he could on pleasing her twin.




Rewarding Their Brother



He had his sister's body fucking him hard and he held her tight -- at times feeling as if he let her go, it'd all vanish in an instant -- but there was June's sweet, tender pussy on his tongue reminding him it was all too real.

Merry, happily riding her brother's cock for all she was worth, was almost incapable of forming a coherent thought, she was lost in a wave of fuck-lust unlike she'd ever known. Having her sister there simultaneously added even more perversity to the mix -- she didn't know just how kinky and depraved she was, but she wasn't fighting it by any means.

June was overwhelmed momentarily with the feeling that they shouldn't be doing any of this -- that is was wrong and all her upbringing was telling her so -- but then a feeling of sheer pleasure washed over her and she forgot all but the sensations cascading throughout her body. She caught momentary flashes of Jack's glistening cock as it moved in and out of her twin's pussy and she felt envy, although she knew she'd have it inside of her soon enough.

"Fuck, oh fuck, screw me Jack, pound the shit out of your sister's hot, slutty pussy, yes baby, that's good, so  fucking  good!" Merry raved as her sister's hands caressed her skin and that -  that  act alone -- sent her over the edge.

It seemed to June like minutes, like they were moving in slow motion like on the old " Six Million Dollar Man " show, but it was only seconds for the sisters to switch and now June was faced with her brother's hard dick. She could have backed out, but damn it to  hell  she wanted, craved and  needed  that cock and the fucking she was about to get.

"Well sis, you naughty little tramp, how do you want it?" he grinned, feeling Merry's eyes upon them both.

"My dear sister likes it on top, but I like doggy or mish -- you pick, okay studly?" June teased.

He stroked his sister's cheek gently and said "I have a feeling you and Merry also like it different styles, would I be right?" She took his hand and nodded softly. "I-I've never been nervous before, but ..."

Merry cut in "Don't worry sis, he's good and I'm right here. He'll be one of the best fucks you've ever had, promise!"

Over the years and throughout every adventure, the trust between the two women had been total, so June squeezed her sister's hand and let Jack position herself, legs wide apart and in he went. Good, good, fucking  great  ... with every stroke of his cock, June knew their sister had been right, Jack was a great lover and their  perfect  lover.

Merry watched her siblings fucking and she had strange and conflicting feelings rush over her -- the feelings of fun and kink and the feeling of a deeper love than she'd ever known. She knew in her heart of hearts they'd do this again -- it wasn't wrong for them, it was right and it was perfect.

Jack was moving on top of his pretty sister, slower and with more practiced, gentle strokes. She made soft, murmuring noises as her legs wrapped around him and pulled him deeper inside her cunt, Merry watching and beaming as the pair fucked. Kinky or not -- and it  was  kinky -- it was also beautiful to watch them loving and fucking simultaneously.

Inspired, Merry ran her nails along her brother's back and heard him groan -- ahh, her brother liked a smidge of pain -- she moved down and saw his back muscles tense. June hunched back up for more cock, whimpering and pleading for him not to stop -- and he didn't.

Instead, watching Merry and June sneak a quick kiss, he flipped his sexpot sister around and moved in behind her. His cock, lubed from her and Merry's juices, slid in readily, likely even deeper than before. He grabbed her hips and drove in while he watched Merry contribute to the fuckings, nibbling June's neck, stroking her back with her nails, fondling and nibbing perky tits to keep her sexy sister turned on.

They fucked and tumbled around, bodies everywhere, copulating with a fervor none had ever known before. Jack was quite the stud, but he was only just a man and he came -- his sisters sucking up every drop of his spunk and rubbing it all over themselves. They teased and tortured him after that, showering and cleaning each other off, not letting him touch until they were done. Vixens -- Jack knew his sisters were vixens. They'd stop at nothing, he knew now. Lucky  me , Jack thought, and he fell into a satisfied slumber.

As they watched their brother doze off, June giggled.

"What's so funny?" Merry asked her twin.

June laughed. "Well, at last we like one of his girlfriends!" 




Rewarding Those That Deserve It



Author's note: This story is part of the NUDE DAY STORY CONTEST 2015. If you liked it, please feel free to vote. Thanks to Lovelyinlingerie for valuable comments.

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Professor Jenny Taylor stood on the shore and watched the boat come in, the wind catching her dark curls. The ship usually brought necessities to her marine field station about once a week, but this time it was bringing something different. On board that boat were five of her former college students.

She had invited them there to give them the type of course she felt they deserved. It had been frustrating to teach marine biology without leaving the class room, but the tight budget of her university hadn't allowed for a single excursion. Admittedly, it probably would have been lost on most of the students, but the group she now awaited was a particularly brilliant bunch. Even with limited resources, she had managed to spark an interest within them and she was pleased to know all of them had gone on to pursue careers within her field. She strongly felt that hard work should be rewarded, and had offered them the opportunity of a tailored course at her field station.

The pristine location would have been enough reason to accept this unique invitation, but a course like this would also look good on their CV:s. Jenny Taylor was a big name in marine biology, famous for both her passion and outstanding analytical mindset. She knew they idolized her, but at least it was honest appreciation and not empty flattery.

She felt increasingly excited as the boat came closer. A year had passed since their graduation and it would be nice to see them again. She genuinely cared for this group and felt that she had developed a special bond with them. Maybe it was because they were the first class she had taught after becoming a professor, but she also found them all to be smart and ambitious, qualities that she respected. She knew this course was a good idea and felt that it would be nice to have them around.

As the boat got closer, she could spot "the twins" in the bow. The two were similar in many aspects, both of them average height, athletic body type and short hair, but with Dave being bright blonde and Eric black, the nickname was partially ironic. They always hung out together and back when she was their teacher, she had rarely seen one without the other. They shared a competitive mentality, and she recalled how they always seemed to try to outdo each other in anything they did. She smiled as they jumped ashore, raising to be the first to tie up their side of the boat.

As the twins secured the boat, Camilla and Miguel disembarked, walking hand in hand. The blonde girl still wore her signature hairdo, with plaits on each side. They were both exactly as Jenny remembered them - Camilla walking slightly before Miguel, dragging along her devoted boyfriend. Jenny had always felt that he would follow Camilla around the world, and from what she understood, that's exactly what he had done since graduation.

"Hello Ms. Taylor, so good to see you again!" Camilla said in her unmistakable Norwegian accent and greeted her former teacher with a warm hug.

"Likewise, Camilla," Jenny said and accepted the embrace. Such informal behavior wouldn't have been acceptable back at the university, but here it seemed like the natural thing to do.

"Hi Ms. Taylor," Miguel said. Following his girlfriend's lead, he too hugged Jenny. "Thank you so much for inviting us here."

"Hello Miguel. I like the beard," Jenny said and she meant it. It was dark and thick, giving the young man a more mature look.

"Yeah, I told him he had to grow one if he was going to make it in this business," Camilla said and giggled, looking up at him through her long blonde lashes.

"It also protects against the cold," Miguel said and smiled. The couple were both exchange students, and Camilla had asked him to move back to Norway with her after graduation. It obviously required a bit of adaptation for the Spanish young man.

Before Jenny could inquire more, she noticed the twins running over. With the boat secured, it seemed they both now wanted to be the next in line for hugging their former teacher. It was a tie, and neither of them was prepared to yield. Jenny laughed at their awkward embrace, but in back of her head, she registered what great shape they were in. Undeniably, it felt good to have two hot guys pressed against her.

And Jenny was herself an appealing target to embrace. As she usually would around the research station, Jenny was wearing khaki shorts and a tight fitted shirt that showed off her hourglass figure. The endless amount of time spent in the water kept her in great shape. She had always had a curvy body, and these features had become further accentuated with age. Approaching 40, her tits weren't as high on her chest as they had been when she was 20, but they were ample and round. Likewise, her ass had got a bit bigger, but she didn't mind. Its full shape actually fitted perfectly with the image of her as the impressive woman she knew she was.

She had to pat the guys' backs to signal that it was time to let go.

"So, did you manage to lose Phillip?" she asked, but just as she said it she could see him walking off the boat, looking flustered.

"Welcome," she said. "Glad you could make it."

"Sorry, I was preparing this presentation and didn't notice we were arriving," he said.

"No worries," she said. "We're apparently hugging here today, so you get one too." His face turned from stressed to pleasantly surprised as she invited him in for a hug.

She had to stand on her toes to reach around the neck of the tall young man. She remembered him as the shy and quiet of the group, and while his thick-framed glasses still made him look quite nerdy, she could tell that the past year had done him good. He seemed a bit more certain of himself and had buffed up quite a bit since she last saw him, making him far less lanky then she remembered him.

In fact, the whole group seemed to be in good shape. They were all the outdoorsy type, and she couldn't help noticing that they were all quite fit. She couldn't help thinking that this was another reason she would enjoy having them around.

"All right," she said after some chit-chat. "You're only here for two weeks, so we better make the most of it. Go unpack and we'll meet in the lecture room in 30 minutes."

She had asked them all to prepare a presentation on what they were working on. Even though it was a small crowd and knew each other well, they all seemed rather nervous. It was obvious they were really directing their talks at her rather than the group, and she could tell they were all trying to make a good impression. The way they idolized her hadn't changed since they last met.

Each of her former students gave short speech, and she was delighted to hear all about their ongoing projects.

"Thank you," she said after the last presentation. "I really enjoyed all your talks, and I'm looking forward to our weeks together."

The students all looked pleased, cherishing her approval. She went on to give them the schedule, explaining how they were going to focus on excursions in the beginning and then do more theoretical work towards the end, putting what they had found into perspectives. She also told them she would give them a test at the end.

"I'm sure you're tired after the trip here, so go get a good night's sleep," she said as she wrapped things up. "We start early in the morning, and we're going scuba diving to study the ecosystem on a nearby reef, so make sure you bring your wetsuits."

The students all shared a room of bunk-beds next to Jenny's private room. She heard them laughing and chatting, and could tell they were all really excited to have been invite for the course. They were in a festive mood and she guessed that they were sharing a few drinks. She couldn't make out all they were saying, but she overheard them talking about her, saying how stoked they all were to have her as a teacher again for the week. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she met them at the beach. She had instructed them to pack the boat, and because they were so eager to please her, they were already done when she arrived. They were sitting around in their wetsuits waiting for her as she arrived. She wore her khaki clothes over her bikini and quickly realized she would have to strip down there in front of them. She could tell the whole group was looking at her, trying but not succeeding at being discrete about it.

Jenny was accustomed to wearing her bikini in public and generally didn't think much about it, knowing she had nothing to be ashamed of. But disrobing in front of her students was somehow different and it felt like it would take away a formal distinction between her as a teacher and her students. Her first thought was to go away and get changed elsewhere but she decided not to. On a course like this, it was inevitable that the students would see her in a bikini. The small talk among the students ended quickly as she started unbuttoning her shirt, curious to see more of their adored teacher.

"Did you all sleep well?" she asked, sounding casual as she undid the last button of her shirt.

The group all answered absentmindedly, their attention focused on her body as she discarded the shirt. The group remained silent as she proceeded to unzip her shorts and peel them of her round ass. Her bikini wasn't overly skimpy, but the group seemed very eager to take in her figure. She wasn't sure exactly how to react to this attention. Thinking about it, it was a fair guess that at least the guys of the group had fantasized about her over the years. She was a sexy woman and the perfect embodiment of the hot teacher. Naturally they were curious to get a glimpse of what she looked like under those clothes. Different rules applied out here on the beach than in the classroom setting she was used to, and she was not quite clear exactly what they were.

She slipped on her wet suit and then told everybody to get in the boat. She pushed the boat off the shore and jumped in and after starting the engine she steered it to the reef. Even with her wetsuit on, she could tell that the students kept glancing at her, enjoying the way the suit hugged her curvy figure. She was unused to this level of attention from her students, but she noticed that she wasn't bothered by it. Not bothered at all...

She also knew they were there for a purpose, and as they arrived at the diving location, she made sure everybody was clear about the objectives of the dive. She was glad to see that the students hadn't been distracted, and they carried out the dive without any problems, collecting data that they were going to use later in the week. Sitting in the bow of the boat, she made a recap of what they had seen. She was pleased with their performance and thought it was important to let them know.

"Really nice job today everybody," she said. As if rewarding them for their efforts, she lowered the zipper of her wetsuit, treating them to the view of her cleavage.

She asked Eric to drive the boat and she remained in the bow as they headed back to the field station. The sun was up, making it too hot to stay in the wet suit and she peeled the upper part down. Once again she was treating them to the view of her round bosom, only covered by her bikini top.

"Nice day today," she said. "It's such a nice view here, isn't it?"

The students all agreed, and as she realized the double connotation of her question, she wondered if they picked up on it as well.

The students all followed her lead, also pealing down the upper parts of their suits. Undeniably, she enjoyed the view of their fit young bodies and a growing part of her was actually excited about the idea of flaunting her body. She noticed that the guys occasionally glanced at Camilla too, which was understandable because the blonde girl was looking very sexy in her bikini, its yellow triangles covering her perky tits. Still, Jenny could tell that the guys were mainly looking at her, even more than they had in the morning. In fact, Camilla seemed to sneak as many glances as the guys. Looking down on her chest, Jenny could tell why they were all having such a hard time diverting their eyes. As the boat bounced over the waves, her tits were swaying hypnotically for them, moving in resonance with the ocean itself.

Again, her heart started beating hard in her chest at the thought of her body being the center of attention for her students. A part of her thought she should try to cover up a bit but there was increasing urge inside her to let it continue. There was no harm in having some fun, right? The students had worked hard and if they found the sight of her so intriguing, maybe this was the right way rewarded them. She could tell they were making an effort to be discreet about their prying, but they weren't succeeding. With a crooked smile, she leaned back and closed her eyes, allowing them all an opportunity to stare at her without the apparent risk of being caught.

This excursion set the mood for the rest of the week. The students all worked hard, but there was also time for some fun. For the rest of the days, most of the excursions didn't require diving. Instead, they collected most of their data by snorkeling. With the warm water, there wasn't really any need for a wet suit and Jenny spent most of the time walking around in her bikini. She figured the students would get used to seeing her in it, but they seemed to remain equally fascinated by her body. They constantly tried to hide it, but she noticed them sneaking peaks at her. She had to admit that the attention was growing on her.

They also found time to get to know each other better, chit-chatting about marine fauna and life in general. Camilla was particularly eager to talk to her, obviously seeing Professor Taylor as a role model. Jenny couldn't really say that they were bonding as friends per se. She was the teacher and whenever she talked, they listened carefully, even if what she was talking about was unrelated to her work.

They all kept thanking her for the opportunity to take this course, constantly letting her know how much they admired her work. She was used to people praising her, and had learn to distinguish honest compliments from manipulative flattery. The attention from these students were of the former kind, and therefore quite enjoyable. She also noticed that their awe for her work seemed to correlate with the lustful gazes she received -- the more grateful they were for what she was teaching them, the more interested they became in the body of woman they found so inspiring.

As time passed she also started socializing with the students in the evenings, usually sharing a few beers or some wine. While the mood was informal, Jenny remained the center of attention, and sometimes the student's eager efforts to gratify her crossed the line to flirtation, particularly from the twins. Even Phillip seemed to make an effort to charm her. They all came off a bit awkward as they tried to switch between flirting with a sexy woman and impressing a distinguished professor. She found it comical but couldn't deny that she enjoyed the attention, knowing that any of these young guys would gladly follow her to her bed if she so asked them. It was certainly tempting, but she knew there was a risk it could be interpreted as her taking advantage of her position. However, she didn't find any reason why she couldn't enjoy their attention, and therefore made no effort to dissuade them. They deserved a bit of fun, and quite frankly -- she did too.

"How did you become such a good public speaker?" Camilla asked one evening as the group shared a few beers after hard day's work. "I would be so nervous talking in front of a big audience, but you always look so confident." Her Norwegian accent grew more pronounced with each drink.

"I don't know," Jenny said. "I guess I never had any major problems talking to a big crowd."

"So you never used to get nervous?" Miguel asked.

"Sure I did, you just get used to it," Jenny replied and took a sip of her drink. "Oddly enough, I think for me it was actually always harder to present for a small crowd."

"So how did you get over it?" Phillip asked, eager to get any tips on how to get more confident when he presented. "You sure don't seem nervous when you present for us."

"Like I said -- you get used to it," Jenny said. "But I noticed it kind of works better if you focus on one person at the time." Jenny emptied her bottled and put it down before continuing. "And then it's of course the old trick of imagining the students are naked."

She realized as she said it that by referring specifically to "students", she was hinting that she was talking about them. The group all looked curiously at her to read the significance of her wording, interested in the prospect of their teacher imagining them in the nude. She however made no effort to distract them from this connotation, finding it quite amusing herself. If she allowed them to flirt with her, she had to allow herself to play the game too.

"Oops," she said, covering her mouth in feigned shock.

The students all started laughing.

"That's OK Ms. Taylor," Phillip said. "I'm sure we all imagine our teacher naked too."

The moment he said it, his face turned bright red with embarrassment, realizing he had been a bit too honest. The group laughed at him but it was a nervous laugh, as if he had just given them away. Jenny was however far from shocked.

"I'm sorry Ms. Taylor," Phillip said. "I've obviously had a glass too many."

Jenny didn't reply. She suspected that Phillip's words had made all imagining her naked now, and she felt a tingle run through her body at the thought of being surrounded by people who were thinking about her in the nude.

"Do you stay out here by yourself a lot Ms. Taylor?" Camilla said eventually, breaking the silence.

"Oh, yes. I love it here. It's such a nice spot, don't you think?" Jenny replied, and they all agreed. "Staying here always makes me feel so close to the ocean. When I'm here alone, I often go swimming naked through the waves. It's an amazing feeling."

The group stared wide eye at her, and she was sure they again were imagining her naked.

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you that," she said, pretending to regret it. "Well, you know what they say - in wine there is truth," she said and finished her drink. "Right Phillip?"

"Right Ms. Taylor," he said and smiled nervously at her.

"I think I'm going to call it a night," she said and stood up. She could feel them looking at her as she walked away, undressing her with their eyes. To gratify them, she exaggerated the rocking motion of her hips, making her ass sway seductively in her tight fitted khaki shorts.

After the first week, it was time to leave the field work behind and move the course into the classroom. Jenny felt somewhat disappointed that she wouldn't have the opportunity to walk around in her bikini anymore, and she suspected the students were even more disappointed. Over the week, they had worked out some silent agreement where she would make sure she gave them plenty of opportunities to check her out, posing for them while pretending to look in a different direction so they wouldn't have to feel shy about peeking. She also made sure she walked a few steps in front of them when they walked on the beach. The group never spoke much then, and she could feel their eyes on her ass, which would sway in a mesmerizing way as she marched before them. With her new-found interest in exhibitionism, she regretted that she hadn't scheduled more bikini activities.

Still, she could dress up for them a bit. On the morning before her first lecture she put on gray skirt and a white blouse, knowing it would make her look both professional and sexy. To accentuate her features, she chose to wear a push-up bra. With the blouse hugging her body, she knew she would give the students an eyeful. She normally never wore high heel shoes around the field station, but to emphasize her well-toned legs she decided to make an exception.




Rewarding Those That Deserve It



The students were all seated as she entered the small class room. They were all in their casual clothes, dressed in board-shorts and t-shirts, and Jenny liked how her choice of attire differentiated her from the students. She could tell they enjoyed seeing her dressed like this, the perfect image of the hot teacher.

She started her lecture, doing it the old-fashioned way with writing on the white board. This gave her plenty of opportunities to show off her body. When she was writing high up on the board, she stretch up, making her skirt rise up and show off her legs. When she was writing far down on the board, she would bend at the hips, purposely giving the students a nice view of her ass with the skirt pushed up to just below her cheeks. She was having a great time, knowing that her audience was checking her out, equally interested in her words and her body.

As they broke for lunch, the students all decided to go for a swim, saying that they wanted to enjoy the pristine location as much as they could the last week of their course. Jenny sat in the shade outside the lecture hall, enjoying the sight of the young people on the beach. They had been ogling her all week, so she deserved to even the score a little bit by ogling them back.

After washing off the saltwater, they sat around in their swimwear to let the sun dry them off. The way they were posing made her suspect that they were showing off for her now. The thought made her feel a little hot in a way that had nothing to do with the sun.

When it was time to go back to class, the guys slipped on their t-shirts again, and Camilla started putting her clothes back on over her bikini. Dave suddenly ran down to the beach as if he'd spotted something. Coming back, he had something in his hands.

"Hey, Ms. Taylor, check this out," he said, proud to have something to show her. "It washed up on the beach just over there."

"Ah, nice spotting!" Jenny exclaimed. As Dave handed it to her, she held it up for the class. "It's a cuttlefish. As you know, it's a relative of the octopus."

Just as she said it, the animal proved her point and squirted its ink, staining her blouse. She had taken it to be dead, but apparently she was mistaken.

"Shit," she said, and looked at the ink stains.

"I'm sorry Ms. Taylor," Dave said. "I thought it was dead."

"So did I," she admitted. "Serves me right for not wearing field clothes around a field station," she continued and handed the cuttlefish back to Dave, who put it back into the sea.

"Will it come off in the wash?" Eric asked.

"Not if it dries. I need to soak this in some water, so I'm afraid I need to go and get changed," she said and started getting ready to head to her room.

"Unless..." Camilla said.

"What's that, Camilla?" Jenny said, looking at the young girl with querying eyes.

"You could just soak it in some water here," Camilla said.

"Yeah, I can tap some water up in a bucket if that would help," Dave said as though he was still feeling guilty about ruining Jenny's blouse.

Were they suggesting she should strip off her blouse? And then continue the lecture in her bra? Jenny raised her eyebrows.

"I mean, if you're OK with it," Camilla said realizing she may have been inappropriate. "Like... I was just thinking that like..." The blonde girl was stuttering, and her eyes were flicking between her teacher's face and chest. "I'm in my bikini top, so it wouldn't be much difference."

Camilla had slipped on her shorts over her bikini bottoms, but was still just wearing the top. She had a singlet in her hand that she obviously meant to put on, but she now held it casually behind her back, pretending it didn't exist.

Jenny considered Camilla's words. The prospect that there was an opportunity to casually expose herself to the students again was undeniably exciting her. While it was perhaps technically true that a bra and a bikini top was comparable, the connotation was very different. Suggesting that lecturing in her bra was the same as wearing a bikini on the beach was an obvious lie - but it was a lie she was willing to accept, at least as long as they all were.

"Well, I suppose you're right," she said. "And I would hate to have to postpone the lecture -- we have a lot to cover today."

This was also bending the truth. Her sleeping quarters were just a few minutes away so she could have been back in no time. It was an obvious excuse, and everybody there knew it. She let her eyes wander among the students.

"Is it OK with everyone?"

Unsurprisingly, they all agreed enthusiastically. Her first thought was to at least go away and remove the blouse in private, but as she remembered the thrill of stripping down to her bikini for them on the beach, she decided to do it right there and then. Her heart was beating rapidly as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, surrounded by appreciative eyes. They weren't even trying to be discreet about looking now, unable to tear their eyes away.

As she reached the last button, she took a deep breath and slid the blouse off her shoulders, revealing a white lace bra to her captivated audience. Their eyes were all drawn to her chest and as she looked down, she became even more conscious of how different this bra was from wearing a bikini. The laze details framed her chest beautifully, purposely drawing attention to her round breast, which were invitingly pushed up for the onlookers. And while most of the bra wasn't very sheer, the material at the top of the cups were quite transparent. Looking down, she noticed that the top of her areolae were clearly visible. Her heart was raising, but she acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Enjoying the moment, she just stood there for a while, proudly letting them admire her as she let the ocean breeze caress her torso.

"Here, do you mind putting this in some water?" she said, handing the blouse to Dave.

"Yes Ms. Taylor," he said and accepted her blouse like it was a precious gift.

As he disappeared to soak it in water, the rest of the group followed Jenny in to the lecture room. While waiting for Dave to come back, she pulled out a chair and sat with her legs crossed in front of the class. The room had tables arranged in a U-shape and Miguel and Camilla sat down on her left, Phillip at the back and Eric on her right. They all waited in silence, the students staring lustfully at Jenny. The smirk on her face was giving away the fact that she knew they were looking, but following their silent agreement, she casually looked in a different direction so they wouldn't feel shy about staring.

"Right," she said as Dave joined them, taking his seat next to Eric. "Let's get started."

She stood up and began her lecture, but it didn't take long before Eric, who was sitting right in the front, raised his hand.

"Yes Eric, what is it?"

"Sorry Ms. Taylor," he began. "I think you got some of that ink on your skirt too."

She looked down, and noticed there were some barely detectable stains on her skirt. She doubted they would even be visible after a wash. Still, she had gone this far -- why not go one step further? She raised her eyebrows and looked at Eric, who blushed as he realized that she could tell what he was suggesting.

"Oh, you're right," she said. "Good spotting. I would hate to have this skirt ruined."

She looked around the room and had a hard time not to laugh at the hopeful eyes looking back at her.

"Well, as you said, you've been looking at me in my bikini all week," she said, knowing full well that this choice of words described exactly what they had been doing. "Maybe it wouldn't be much of a difference if I just took of the skirt as well?"

The logic was flawless.

"Does anyone mind?"

Of course they didn't. Standing in front of them, she slowly pulled down the zipper on the side of her skirt. She felt jolts of excitement run through her body as the skirt fell to the floor, making her stand in front of her students in her matching bra and panties. The room was dead silent and she could hear the sound of her high-heels against the floor as she stepped out of her skirt. Graciously, she bent down and picked it up.

"Do you mind putting this with the blouse?" she said, holding the skirt out to Eric.

She could have asked him to do just about anything at that moment. Without a word, Eric got up and accepted the skirt with wide eyes. Unwilling to divert his eyes, he walked backwards from her a few steps before turning around and headed to the back of the room and then outside to where Jenny's blouse was soaking in a bucket of water.

"OK, sorry about the disruption," Jenny said as Eric returned to his seat.

She picked up where she had left off, and needless to say, it was a surreal feeling to give a lecture in just her underwear. This was the sort of thing that most people had nightmares about, but Jenny had willingly stripped down in front of her students and was now continuing her lecture as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She played her part, giving an impeccable presentation about the marine ecosystem, but inside she was getting increasingly excited. The more she got into it, the more she started moving around expressively as she talked, knowing her swaying body would attract their gaze. She also made sure to write on the whiteboard, giving the audience a clear view of her round ass. The sheer fabric left most of her cheeks exposed. She was having the time of her life, and made an effort to get in as many revealing poses as she could without making the fact that she was showing off too obvious. Her favorite was to write far down on the board, giving her the opportunity to seductively extend her posterior to the students. At one point, she couldn't resist the urge to look over her shoulder at them, and she smiled as she saw their wide eyes lusting for her.

The students played their part too, taking notes and sometimes asking insightful questions. It was reassuring for Jenny that their little game didn't keep them from focusing. If anything, they seemed even more eager to impress her now.

"OK, that's the end of the lecture," Jenny said after about an hour and put down the pen. "I've prepared some assignments for you, just to make sure you've all captured what we've talked about over the week."

She grabbed a pile of papers and started handing them out. The echoing sound of her heels against the floor made her feel powerful, and five pairs of eyes traced her every step. Her pushed up breasts were overflowing and shaking seductively as she flowed through the room.

"OK, impress me," she said and the students didn't waste a moment before digging in to their tasks. "If you have any questions, just let me know."

Jenny returned to the front. She started erasing her notes from the whiteboard, very much aware that the class was looking at her ass as she did it. When she finished, she took her seat in front of them, sitting with her legs crossed. She placed her hands on her knees, a pose that further drew attention to her large breasts by pushing them together with her upper arms. Her ambitious students worked hard but most of them occasionally lifted their focus from their assignment to sneak glances of her.

The only one who made a decent job of not staring was Miguel, and it was obvious that he didn't want his girlfriend to notice him checking out another woman. Camilla was however checking her out at least as much of the guys. Jenny didn't mind this at all. Undeniably, there was an extra level of exhibitionist pride in having another girl checking her out. The fact that Camilla was doing it wasn't really surprising either. Jenny knew other women found her impressive, and sometimes that turned into attraction. If she'd had a fan club, Camilla would have been its undisputed president.

Eventually, Phillip raised his hand. The sound of Jenny's shoes again echoed in the otherwise silent room as she paraded to his seat in the back.

"Yes, Phillip?" she said and bent down over his desk and turned his paper around. "What's your question?"

She couldn't refrain from arching her back a bit, thereby giving the rest of the class a perfect view of her round ass, covered only by her lacy panties. At the same time, she was giving Phillip a beautiful view of her cleavage.

Phillip started stuttering, unable to formulate what he wanted to ask. He had to use all his focus to divert his eyes. It became clear to Jenny that her exposure was distracting him, but it was the fact that he couldn't stare that was causing the problem. As much as she enjoyed the exposure, it could not interfere with the teaching.

"Hey, Phillip," she said, loud enough so that all would hear. She looked him in the eyes, and gave him an inviting smile. "It's OK to look."

Phillip's face first turned an even deeper red, shocked by Jenny's words. Then, he cracked into a nervous smile and let his eyes wander down to her chest. She pushed her breast slightly forward to give him a good view, and he openly stared at them for about 15 seconds before Jenny thought it was time to move on.

"Now, what was it that you wanted to ask?"

Now that he it was out of his system, he had no problem formulating a question. As Jenny was done explaining, she wasn't surprised to see the twins raising their hands. By telling Phillip that it was OK to look, she had let them all know that she knew they were checking her out, and that she approved of it and maybe even liked it. Their silent agreement had become explicit.

She moved on to Dave and stood before him. If she invited Phillip to openly stare at her, then the others deserved the same rights. He smiled up at her and then brazenly looked her up and down. As he lingered at her tits, she looked down and saw that her nipples were rock hard. Her excitement couldn't be concealed. Still, she didn't feel embarrassed. She was in control of this situation, and she smiled confidently back at him as she bent over to let her tits hang seductively before him.

"So, what was your question?" she asked when she felt he had had his turn at gawking. Unsurprisingly, his question was an obvious excuse to get a close-up look at his teacher.

"And what about you, Eric?" she said as she shifted over to him. She placed her hands on his desk and pushed her chest out for him. He stared openly at her until she decided it was time to move on. "Did you have a question?" His question was equally symbolic.

As Jenny turned, she noticed that Camilla had raised her hand. The nervous grin on Camilla's face as Jenny approached her hinted that she just wanted her turn at a close-up view of her adored professor.

"Uhm..." the blonde said and bit her bottom lip, her eyes flickering between her teacher's face and chest.

Jenny looked at the girl with raised eyebrows and an amused look on her face. Just like she suspected, Camilla's interest in her hadn't been purely platonic. The girl now wanted her turn at ogling up close. The notion that even her female student wanted to be part of this voyeur game was exciting Jenny, perhaps even more than the expected attention of the guys. She leaned over and pushed her chest out for Camilla, inviting her to stare. Every time Jenny did this, her tits became increasing exposed and as she briefly looked down on her own chest, she noticed that her nipples were becoming visible through the sheer material at the top of her cups. As she returned her focus to Camilla, the two exchanged a knowing grin before Camilla let her eyes drop to her teacher's chest. Jenny gave her a bit more time than the guys before she asked the girl about her question.

"Well, actually... I think I figured it out myself," she said, not even bothering with coming up with a question. "But I think Miguel had something he wanted to ask."

"What?" Miguel said, confused and uncertain about what to do.

"Go on," Camilla said. "Don't you have something you wanted to ask?"

Jenny knew immediately what the girl was doing. This was Camilla's way of giving her approval to her boyfriend. Jenny smiled and then moved over to Miguel, assuming the pose with her delicious tits dangling in front of his face. He looked nervously at his girlfriend who just nodded back at him. He then smiled widely and took the opportunity to gaze at the sexy sight in front of him.

Just like Jenny's tits were getting increasingly exposed every time she struck this pose for her students, her arched back pushed her panties slightly lower on her ass. She sensed that she was exposing the top of her cheeks, giving the students behind her more and more to look at. She was loving the attention, and in the back of her head she started thinking about ways to increase her exposure. Could she find a way to lose the bra? Did she want to? And what about her panties? Part of her couldn't even grasp that she would consider it, but she was loving this game and wanted more of it. Her head was spinning and she felt a tingling sensation of arousal that she hadn't sensed in many years.

Still, she knew she had to control herself. She was sure the students would love to continue the game but she knew that she shouldn't make decisions with this level of hormones running through her body. Also, she had to make sure she wasn't distracting them from the real reason they were there. Now that they all had their turn, she had to make sure they were focusing on their assignments.

"OK everybody, time to focus on your work now," she said and went up to the front of the class room without even waiting for Miguel to come up with a question to ask. "You can hand in whenever you are ready."

The students shifted their focus to their assignments. The twins seemed to be racing through the questions, both of them attempting to hand in first. As Dave got up and headed for Jenny, Eric leaped out of his chair and ran to the front before his friend. Jenny smirked and diplomatically held out both her hands and accepted their assignment at the same time.

"Thank you boys," she said. "But it wasn't meant to be a contest against time."

The twins left, and soon thereafter Phillip and then Miguel handed in their work. Camilla took her time, and Jenny started suspecting that the girl wanted an excuse to be alone with her. To pass the time, she started grading the male students' assignments. There were only minor mistakes and she was pleased to see that her choice of wardrobe hadn't distracted them.

"Here you go Ms. Taylor," Camilla said and handed in her assignment.

"Thanks Camilla, how did you do?"

"I hope I did OK, but I'm not sure."

"Well, if you want you can stick around while I go over it."

The blonde girl gladly accepted the offer and took her seat as Jenny went through the assignment, making occasional notes as she worked through it. Jenny occasionally glanced over at her awaiting student, impure thoughts entering her mind as she took in the figure of the gorgeous girl. Camilla had stuck to her part of the bargain by not putting anything on over her bikini top, but still had her shorts over her bottoms, providing enough exposure to give moral support without stealing the show from Jenny's exposure. The shorts were short, showing off those slender legs. The pleased grin on Camilla's face gave away that she knew she was being checked out.

"Here you go," Jenny said and walked over to Camilla.

"Thanks Ms. Taylor, did I pass?"

"Of course you did," Jenny said, never actually worried that any of these overachievers would fail. "You just made a small error at the end, probably a misunderstanding."

She leaned over Camilla's shoulder to point at the question. As she did, she could feel her tits brushing against Camilla. From the way the girl held her breath, it was obvious she noticed it too and that it was a much desired contact. Jenny could hear the girl breathing heavy -- and then she noticed that they both were. This close, she could sense Camilla's pleasant scent, a vibrant mixture of the ocean and female sensuality. Jenny's head was again overtaken by erotic images of what she wanted to do, feeling a desire to press the girl's face against her tits. This close, it would be so easy, and she was convinced Camilla wanted it too.




Rewarding Those That Deserve It



But she couldn't allow herself to give in to this temptation. She kept repeating her mantra -- she shouldn't make any hasty decisions at this level of arousal. She cleared her throat.

"Time to head back to the others, I think. I'm sure the guys want to know they passed too."

"Oh, OK Ms. Taylor," Camilla replied, sounding disappointed.

They walked in silence back to the sleeping quarters where the guys were hanging around, and she could hear them chatting before entering. She didn't pay much attention to who said what but keywords like "sexy ass" and "amazing tits" were enough to give away that they were talking about her.

"Hello guys, are you discussing the questions?" Jenny asked cheekily as she entered their room with Camilla behind her.

The room went dead silent and the guys all looked guilty, knowing that they had been caught. But as they noticed that she was still in just her underwear, none of them could refrain from dropping their gaze to her chest.

"Anyway, you all passed," she announced and made her way around the room, handing out the papers. The positive result of the test let her know that they hadn't been too distracted to focus, making the sensation of them watching her prance around even more enjoyable.

"Close your mouth Miguel," Camilla teased as she sat down next to her boyfriend.

He looked sheepishly at her, but as she grinned back at him he chuckled nervously. To further signal that she was merely mocking him, she planted her mouth on his. The kiss turned passionate, and Jenny could tell those two were about go find a secluded place to relieve some of the excitement that had been building up.

As for Jenny's relief, she would have to take care of that herself, and she couldn't wait much longer. Rocking her hips seductively to give the students a final show, she paraded to her bedroom. The moment she closed the door behind her, she started caressing her body. By the time she made it to her bed, she had already dropped her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them, but she kept her shoes on, feeling that wearing them would help recreating the sensation of standing before the class. The bra had to go though and sitting on the bed, she unclasped it before laying back.

With her breasts free, she used both her hands to caress their soft skin, massaging them and gently flicking her fingers over her stiff nipples. She moaned at her own touch. With one hand still tending to her tits, she let the other travel down over her stomach. It soon found her dripping wet pussy, which was begging for attention. She teased herself, merely stroking her outer lips as she recreated the events of the day. Remembering the thrill of her exposure sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Another moan escaped her mouth as she pictured herself in front of the class.

She started envisaging scenarios where she allowed herself to go further. She created an image of herself, all naked and exposed before her students. The idea made it impossible to keep her hands away from her clit. Giving into her pleasure, she started circling her index and middle finger around her button. She used the other hand to pinch her nipples, pulling at them with increasing force as she worked herself toward ecstasy.

Her pussy was begging for more and she let go of her tits, allowing her hand to join the other between her legs. She inserted one finger, and then another. The feeling of her own velvety wetness brought back memories from her younger days where she had found pleasure in the hands and tongue of the occasional girl. How would it have been if she had pushed things further with Camilla today? How sensual it would have been to feel that girl's naked body against hers -- to have Camilla's mouth devouring her tits, and then... The idea of the young girl's tongue on her pussy was driving Jenny wild.

Or perhaps she craved the sensation of a cock inside her? There were four guys outside that door who wanted nothing more than to fuck her. She suspected they had fantasized about her before, and after today she was certain she would be in their sexual imaginations forever. As she inserted a third finger inside her pussy and starting pumping herself, various mental images of her fucking one of her male students ran through her head. Maybe Phillip, or Miguel... or one of the twins. Or...

She started screaming as the orgasms started building up in her body.

"Yes, yes, yes...! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried as she plunged her fingers inside her pussy. The combination of physical stimulation and sexual imagery running through her head sending her over the edge.

She exhaled as her body relaxed, cherishing the post orgasmic calm. She heard the students mumbling next door and she knew they would have heard her screaming. Strangely, she felt no embarrassment and smiled as she recalled what she had cried out.

After the sexual release, she felt she had cleared her head enough to put her analytical mind to work. She had to understand what she was up to, and why. First off, had she gone too far today, prancing around before her students in just her underwear? She quickly decided that the question was largely irrelevant. What was done was done, and it had been fairly innocent. The important question was what more she could allow herself to do. The thought of exposing herself further still made her body tingle; masturbation hadn't got it out of her system. Could she really bare even more for her students?

To decide on that she first had to understand where this urge came from. She knew she was a sexy woman and in no way unaccustomed to people checking her out. If done respectfully, she didn't mind the attention, but never before had she felt these exhibitionist impulses. Why now? Why for them?

Because they deserved it.

She felt excitement running through her body at this revelation. The idea that her body was a special treat for her worthy students was as logical as it was erotic. Then clearly, as long as they deserved it more, it was OK to reward them more. She liked this idea. She liked it a lot. The test she had given them had proved that her exposure hadn't distracted them from learning. It actually seemed to have inspired them to work even harder. Could she perhaps use her body as an educational tool? A plan started forming inside her head.

The next morning she awaited the students in the class room dressed in her formal teaching outfit with high heels, skirt and a tight fitted blouse. This time she had purposely undone several buttons, giving her a generous cleavage. She smiled as she saw them all do a double take as they entered the room. They sat down and looked at with expectant eyes.

"I'm afraid I won't be getting any ink stains today," she said, reading their hopeful minds. "But I have a proposal for you all. According to the schedule, you have an exam Friday morning before you leave. I am wondering if you would be interested in taking the test on Thursday instead. It would mean less time to prepare, but it would allow for a more... inspirational lecture before our farewell dinner."

She paused and then glanced down on her chest.

"And if you all do well on the exam..." she said and gently brushed her fingers along her cleavage. "Then perhaps I will show you some of the sights. And the better you do, the better sights I will show you."

She looked around the room to make sure they had got the message. She smiled widely at them as they all nodded their heads in eager unison.

"Good then, let's not waste any time," she said and started the lecture.

The rest of the week, she started the day with a lecture, always wearing a blouse with a deep cleavage as a reminder. In the afternoons, the students studied hard, working as a team to make sure everybody would do well at the test. Jenny smiled to herself, thinking that the idea of using her body as educational inspiration seemed to be working.

As Thursday arrived, she gave them the morning to prepare and then met them in the lecture room for the exam in the afternoon.

"I hope you are all prepared," she said and started handing out the tests. She wore her usual attire, but buttoned up her blouse. She wanted the students to do well for multiple reasons and didn't want to risk any distractions. She gave the students an hour to finish and they barely looked up from their assignment. She could tell they were destined to do their very best.

"OK, that's it people," she said as the time was up, noting that none of them were rushing to finish this test quickly. "Why don't you all go outside and relax for a bit while I grade these tests."

She eagerly started going through their answers before they had even made it outside. Grading always had an element of excitement to it because she was curious to see how her students had done. This time the sensation was increased tenfold, mixing with a thrill of a very different sort. As she went through the students' tests, she became increasingly worked up and felt a tingling sensation throughout her body every time she marked a question with the highest score.

When she was done, she realized that she had given all her students the maximum points possible. To make sure she hadn't subconsciously been too nice, she went through them all again, but couldn't find any reason to lower any scores. They had given correct and insightful answers to all question. This gave her great pleasure, and for more than one reason. The students were certainly worthy of her reward.

She had prepared diplomas for them and signed them before calling them back in. With this out of the way, she figured that what she had planned couldn't technically be considered as taking advantage of her position. There had been many reports over the years of teachers getting into trouble because of inappropriate contacts with students. She wasn't planning to sleep with one of them, but she still felt she had to justify her actions by circumventing the formal advantage of her position. As she called them back inside, she thought that the reward was to be a personal gift from their teacher to them.

"Unsurprisingly, you all passed." she said as they sat down. "But I think you all outdid yourself this time. Well done!"

She gave them a small applause, and the pleased look on their faces at her praise made her smile. One at the time, she invited them up to the front of the room to accept their diplomas. She gave each of them a hug, much like she had the first day, but this time she gave them a firmer embrace, knowing that they would enjoy her big breasts pressing against their young bodies. She enjoyed it too.

"Now..." she said, leaning back against her desk as the students took their seats again. "I said I would give you a more inspirational lecture if you did well, and since neither of you missed a single point, there is no doubt you deserve it. Are you still up for it?"

Naturally, they all nodded, curios and excited to see what their reward would be. Jenny stood up and turned on the projector. She had prepared a popular science presentation, far below the technical level of these students. This time, she wanted their focus on her body rather than her words.

She started the lecture like any other, talking about the diverse life of coral reefs. The students casually made notes, but most of what she was saying was old news for them. She could tell that they were getting worried that this was just going to be normal lecture. Their eyes however lit up as she casually undid the top button of her blouse. A single button wasn't revealing anything, but it was giving them hope that she would go further.

Jenny continued for another minute before moving on to the next. It was just enough to show off the top of her breasts for the class, but it made her intentions clear. She didn't wait long before moving on to the next button, giving her a mouthwatering cleavage. To emphasize it, she gently pulled the opening wider. This was the look she had treated them to earlier during the week and she knew the class was eager for her to go further.

So was she, and she proceeded to undo the last two buttons. She had given this lecture many times before, and she didn't miss a beat as she opened up her blouse, baring her black satin bra to the class. She unbuttoned her sleeves, allowing her to completely remove the blouse. She paused for effect as it fell to the ground. The projector was showing beautiful and illustrative pictures of the marine wildlife, but the students' attention was all directed at her chest.

After allowing the class to enjoy the view for a bit, she turned and moved to the white board. She started writing as she continued to talk but after a minute she put down the pen again. Still facing the white board, she reached for the zipper in the back and slowly lowered it. The skirt was tight, and she squirmed as she lowered it, giving the students a sexy view. She was wearing black panties that matched her bra. They were high-cut and as she bent forward to write far down on the white board, they rose up high and exposed her round cheeks.

She turned to face the class, allowing them to take her in. They had seen her in her underwear before, but from the looks on their faces it was clear they had longed to see her like this again. Any hesitation to stare they had in the beginning of their stay had long disappeared, and five pairs of eyes intensely followed her every move as she let the fingers of her right hand gently caress her cleavage. She started on the right side, sensually moving it along the edge of her bra down between her breasts and then up the other side. As she reached her shoulder, she casually lowered the bra strap.

This indicated that she was about to go further than she had last time. Jenny however had no desire to move quickly now, loving the anticipation and the feeling of spellbinding the class with her body. She continued her lecture like nothing was out of the ordinary for a few minutes before repeating the procedure with the other bra strap.

Without the support of any straps, she felt the bra moving lower and lower on her chest as she moved about. The inevitable next step had to happen soon, and it was a big step. Walking around in her underwear could be excused as essentially not different from a bikini but no rationalization could be made for removing her bra. It could only have one interpretation -- that she wanted to show them her tits.

And she did want to. Nothing could feel more right at this point. The students had worked so hard to deserve this reward, and from the anticipation in their eyes it was clear they were eager to receive it. Jenny felt her heart pumping fast as she reached for the bra clasp behind her back. She wasn't letting her nervousness show but her head was spinning now and she had stopped lecturing. She desired revealing more of her body, but could she really go through with this? What kind of teacher willingly strips down for her students? Perhaps she should just abort this outrageous behavior and pretend it was a joke?

She then noticed that her fingers had acted independent of her mind. She had already unclasped the bra. It would be challenging to hook it back in place now. At least that's what she convinced herself of and as she noticed that she was looking for excuses to go ahead with her plans, she knew she would regret it if she didn't. The students deserved to see her tits and she desired to show them. It was as simple as that. She moved her hands to the cups at the front, carefully so that the bra wouldn't fall. She looked around the room, making sure to make eye contact with each of her students.

Then, she slowly lowered her bra and she heard the class gasp as her tits came into view. After letting go of her bra, she placed her hands on her hips and stood proudly in front of the class, smiling at the excited faces staring at her. The sensation of baring her breasts for her students was intoxicating, but she decided to act nonchalantly.

"Now, where was I..?" she said and continued her presentation.

Jenny liked to move about when she lectured, feeling that it allowed her to engage with the audience. At one point she accidentally moved in front of the projector. Seeing her curvy silhouette on the screen was making her shiver, and she knew she must be a pleasing site for her students, boldly exposing her tits for them.

Her motion made her tits sway sensuously as she moved. She loved the effect and decided to take it further, waking out in the open space in the center of the U-shaped arrangement of the desks as she continued to talk. It gave the students a close up view of her tits, shaking seductively before them as she paraded through the room. She smirked as she noticed the guys shifting in their seats, obviously adjusting their pants to make room for growing erections. And while Camilla had no such problem, her face was giving away her arousal. She was biting her bottom lip, staring wide-eyed at her adored teacher. The effect that Jenny's body had on her students made her feel sexually powerful, a sensation that was amplified by the way her high heels clapped against the floor.

As she returned to the front of the class, she again started writing on the white board, but after a few lines she put the pen down. She was on an exhibitionist high, craving to go even further. Slipping her fingers inside the hem of her panties, she slowly lowered them an inch, and then another. With her back against the students she looked over her shoulder and could see them lusting for her ass. She smirked and decided to tease them, lowering her panties just a bit more before quickly pulling them back up again. She repeated the procedure a few times, each time moving her panties slightly lower down her ass before pulling them up. Then, gratifying the students and herself, she pulled her panties down below her cheeks. Her big round ass was now perfectly revealed for her students.

She remained quiet for a moment, arching her back slightly to emphasize her exposure. Then, as if this was just a normal lecture, she picked up the pen and again began writing on the board, holding on to the front of her panties with one hand to prevent them from falling. She continued her teasing by writing lower and lower on the board but to protect her last remaining modesty, she stopped just before her pussy was about to become visible.

But she knew she would take this final step too, baring herself completely for her students. After all, they had done so well on the test and she had promised them that their reward would be proportional to their achievement. How could she not give them the full treat? She smiled at the impeccable logic of her own justification.

She turned around, still holding on to her panties. To draw full attention to her ultimate exposure, she paused her lecture and softly held on to the hem of her panties with both her hands. She took a big breath and looked around the room at her captivated audience. She smiled warmly at them, her eyes shining with excitement. Slowly, she tugged down her panties.

She was now showing the class her pussy -- a distinguished professor willingly exposing herself for them. She hadn't shaved completely, but had trimmed her pubes short to make the details of her folds visible. It was hard to grasp that she had willingly put herself in this revealing situation, but there was not a hint of shame in what she was experiencing. She was sensing a lustful pride unlike anything she had felt before. She knelt slightly to completely remove her panties and stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked before her students with exception of her high-heels. These acted as a reminder of the formal relationship between her and the class, amplifying the sensation of exposure. It wasn't just any woman that had stripped for them -- it was their adored teacher. To further acknowledge this, she picked up her lecture where she left off, knowing full well that no one was really listening to her words anymore.




Rewarding Those That Deserve It



Now all naked, she again walked out among the students. This time she moved slowly and stopped before each one of them to give them the opportunity to look at her up close. She even made sure to turn and give them a perfect view of her ass.

Returning to the front, she sat down on her desk and crossed her legs as she flipped through the last few slides of her lecture.

"And that's why I believe the ocean is such a unique ecosystem," she said, kicking off her shoes.

With that she looked down on her body, pretending like she only now realized that she was naked in front of them.

"Oh my..." she said in feigned shock. "Well, it looks like I'm dressed for a swim, aren't I? Does anyone care to join me?"

With that she headed for the door. Camilla was quick on her feet, but the guys remained in their seats, looking somewhat sheepish. Jenny quickly got the problem.

"And if I'm going swimming like this, I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about," she said and turned to wink at them as she reached the door.

The guys just sort of shrugged their shoulders and got up, doing their best to hide their erections in their trunks. As they followed Jenny outside, she heard Camilla teasing her boyfriend.

"What's the matter Miguel? You're not all hot for teacher, are you?"

"Like you're not," he defended himself. "I know what those shiny eyes indicate."

Camilla made no effort to deny the fact that she too was aroused by the presence of her naked teacher. None of the students spoke as they walked behind Jenny, following her to the beach. They followed a few steps behind her, similarly to the way they had done to check out her ass on the course. Now there was no bikini to obstruct the mesmerizing view of her ass as it moved before them.

Reaching the beach she continued across the sand out into the water, stopping when she was about knee deep to turn and face her students. They had lined up along the shore line to watch her. She felt like a goddess of the sea as she stood before them.

"Come on, don't you want to join me?" she said as she slowly walked backwards further into the water.

There was a moment where they seemed unsure of what to do, looking at each other to see if they were meant to get undressed too. Miguel looked at his girlfriend, and something in his eyes suggested that he was hoping for her to lead the way by getting naked. But as Camilla merely peeled of her top and shorts and ran into the water in her bikini, the guys followed her example and kept their trunks on as they ran into the water after her. Jenny was both happy and disappointed that they hadn't removed their clothes. She was getting increasingly curious to see her what her students looked like naked, but at the same time it was exhilarating to remain the only one naked in a group of people.

She was soon surrounded by her students. As they ran to her, the refreshing water splashed against her skin. To retaliate, she playfully threw water at them and soon the situation escalated to a playful water fight with her against the students, her tits rocking as she did her best to splash them back. She was losing this battle though. They had her encircled and splashed her naked body. Soon she was soaking wet and held up her hands to signal that she was giving up, a revealing pose that made her tits look incredibly sexy.

She gave them a moment to enjoy the sight of her soaking wet body before heading further out into the water. She swam before them and even though they were younger than her, they had to struggle to keep up with her. Reaching deeper water, she stood up again, now with her body hidden by the water. Momentarily, it almost felt like any other swim they had gone for.

"So, I hope you enjoyed your little reward," she said and grinned at them.

"Yes, it was absolutely beautiful," Camilla said.

"Yeah, it was a dream come true," Phillip added. "Literally!"

"Glad you liked it," Jenny replied.

The past tense of her words made the students worry that their reward was coming to an end.

"Yeah, and like..." Camilla began. "You know if you want, I think we would all love to enjoy it some more"

Jenny didn't reply, but it made her think of what to do next. This was as far as she had planned. While she had been excited about it beforehand, she hadn't expected she would get such a kick out of exposing herself this way. Undeniably, she wanted more of it. Thinking about it, she couldn't really find any reason for her to cover up yet. In fact, she felt a growing urge to get out of the water and allow them to gaze upon her naked body again.

"Well, you all did really well these past weeks, so I guess you deserve to enjoy yourself for a bit longer," she said and headed for the beach. Naturally, the students all followed her, eager to get another glimpse of their naked teacher.

As she got out, she stood on the beach and let the sun dry her body as the students gathered towels and other beach necessities. Without her asking for it, they brought a recliner for her. As she sat down, she felt like a deity on a throne with her followers spread out on their towels around her. She cherished the decadence of the situation.

The sun was getting low, but Jenny knew its power and asked for some sunscreen. At first, it was merely an attempt to protect her skin, but she quickly realized that putting it on would be an opportunity to put on a bit of a show. Looking around her students she could tell that they were realizing it too, all of them studying her moves with anticipation. She smiled at how bluntly they were staring at her, but at this point there was no denying what was going on. This was her being a raging exhibitionist and them fully enjoying it, everybody fully aware of their roles.

She started with her feet, spraying them with the sunscreen and then gently massaging the lotion into her skin. She worked her way up her shins, caressing her well-toned legs before moving up to her thighs. Slowly, she moved higher and higher up. Teasing both herself and the audience, she let her fingers explore the inside of her thighs but stopped just before she reached her pussy.

Smirking confidently, she leaned back and applied the lotion on her arms and then onto her shoulders and neck. Working herself downwards, she soon made her way to her tits. She knew they always looked extremely sexy when they were being massaged, either by her own hands or by a lover. Both male and female partners had repeatedly told her that over the years, and now she was going to let her favorite students watch. Starting at the top of her tits, she worked herself down their sides and continued down to cup them. They looked massive in her hands and she briefly held them up as a treat for her audience before releasing them. She let her fingers caress them, working herself closer to her yearning nipples. As she allowed her fingers to gently brush against them, she felt jolts of pleasure run through her body.

She was arousing herself and greedily ran her hands all over her breast, her touch now far from merely applying sunscreen. She was openly fondling her tits for her students, and she was loving it. A moan escaped her mouth as she gently pinched her nipples and massaged them between her thumbs and index fingers.

Somewhat reluctantly she moved away from her chest and continued down to her stomach. She had her eyes closed, allowing her to focus fully on her own touch while still being thrillingly aware that her students were watching. The sensation of her fingers against her skin was electrifying, and her entire body was urging for her touch. She let her hands explore, moving down to her thighs and back up her body to her tits.

Playfully, she caressed herself all over, but didn't make contact with her pussy. It was screaming for attention but if she allowed herself to touch it, would she then be able to stop? She had set out to expose her naked body to her students, but touching herself wasn't within her plans. Now that the idea had entered her mind, she felt a strong desire to do just that. She thought briefly about her rule to not make decisions based on lust-filled cravings, but she quickly pushed those objections aside. The thought of masturbating before her students was just too hot for her to miss out on this opportunity. She was going to let them watch her come.

As her fingers reached her pussy, she threw her head back and let out a gasp. It was an electric sensation to touch herself, knowing that she was being watched. There wasn't a group in the world she would rather have looking at her in this intimate moment. She slowly ran her fingers along her outer lips, feeling the neatly trimmed pubes brush against her fingers. As she moved her finger to her slit, she could tell that she was incredibly wet, allowing her fingers to easily slide up and down her opening.

Feeling increasingly bold, she parted her legs, spreading them wide to give her audience an unobstructed view of her most private parts. With her eyes still closed, she could hear the students shifting their positions. She knew they were now staring straight into her open pussy.

After running her fingers along her slit some more, she let her middle finger move up to find her throbbing clit. Her mouth fell open as she started to moan. Absentmindedly, her left hand found its way to her tits while the fingers of her right hand started circling her sensitive clit. She roughly massaged her tits, pinching her nipples and pulling at them. She was in heat and knew she wouldn't last long. She was about to come before her class, and that very though sent her over the edge.

"Fuck!" she screamed as her body started shaking.

Only now did she open her eyes. The students were all staring wide-eyed back at her, their expression a mixture of chock and lust. Most of the guys were rubbing their hard cocks through their trunk. The feeling of losing control in front of them sent her further into ecstasy as she let her gaze wander among her students, making eye contact with each of them.

As she regained control of her body, she experienced a brief moment of shame, but it was quickly washed away in the waves of her post-orgasmic satisfaction. This had been too good to feel bad about. But what do you say after coming in front of your class?

Jenny decided that saying nothing was the best choice. Instead she just folded her chair all the way down and turned around to lay on her stomach. Apart from the very pleased smile on her face, she acted like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

None of the students spoke either, they too unsure of what the right thing to say might be. Eventually, they settled back down on their towels and applied sunscreen on themselves. Jenny turned her head to look at them, enjoying the sight of their young bodies. Camilla and Miguel did each other's backs and when they were done, the rest of the guys asked the blonde girl to do theirs too. Jenny smiled at how the guys were uncomfortable to help each other, though it was understandable given that most of them were still showing considerable tents in their trunks.

"Shall I do your back too Ms. Taylor?" Camilla boldly offered when she had done her round of the guys.

Jenny merely nodded casually and Camilla knelt down beside her. The blonde girl started with the shoulders and continued down the back. She took her time, and her touches soon turned into a pleasurable massage. Jenny purred on the inside. The soft fingers of another woman undeniably felt very good.

"Do you want someone to do your legs?" Camilla suggested.

"I guess..." Jenny said and within a second she had Dave and Eric down by her legs.

Six hands on her body was a treat. The guys started down at her calves and soon made their way up above the folds of her knees. They slowly worked upwards, first on one side followed by the other one moving slightly higher. Jenny started breathing heavily as their hands caressed her skin. Daring each other, their hands moved up the inside of her thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to her dripping wet pussy.

As their fingers reached within inches of her pussy, she slammed her legs shut, squeezing their hands between her strong thighs. The rest of the group laughed and the twins did too, though far more nervously than the others.

It was tempting to let them continue, but Jenny had already gone further than she had planned and now felt that she shouldn't go further, at least not without properly thinking it through. To show them that she wasn't offended by their advances, she thought she could at least give them another little show. She asked for the lotion, and after applying it to her palms, she reached down to her ass and began rubbing it. She massaged herself sensuously, her cheeks glistering in the sun. She arched her back slightly, pushing back against her hands as she fondled her ass. It gave her onlookers a perfect view of her ass and open pussy. She felt a strong desire to invite one of the guys inside her, but she had decided to think things through first.

"It's getting late," she said after a while. "We should start preparing for our farewell dinner, don't you think?"

The class all looked disappointed, but still followed her words and started packing things up. Walking towards their sleeping quarters, the guys all lined up and walked behind her, insatiably eager to watch her ass. Only Camilla decided to walk next to her naked teacher.

"I hope the twins didn't go too far," she said. "I think they just wanted to... you know -- say thank you!"

The blonde girl giggled nervously at her own words, obvious still turned on by what she had seen today.

"I think everybody here does," she continued and held Jenny's gaze for a moment before looking back over her shoulder. Behind them, the four guys were having trouble walking straight with their erections boldly poking against their trunks as they followed them.

"I think you're right," Jenny said with a pleased grin.

"OK," she said as they reached the sleeping quarters. "I'm going to go for shower now, and I suggest you do the same. Maybe a cold one..." she added mockingly. "Meet you in an hour."

With that she left them and closed the door to her room behind her. She walked straight into the shower. Even though she had just orgasmed, she was still very horny and the feeling of her own hands against her body made her tingle with excitement. She took her time to wash off salt and sunscreen, thinking that it would be challenging to get herself levelheaded today. She felt so sensuous, more sexually vibrant than she had ever done before. And who wouldn't after being lusted for by a group that wanted nothing more than to give her any pleasure she would ask for?

Camilla's words appeared in her head. The whole group did indeed seem eager to thank her. So why shouldn't she let them? It had felt so good to give them their reward, so how could she deny them the chance to give her what she deserved? And how could she deny herself? Didn't she deserve to give herself a bit of pleasure?

She smiled at her ability of justification, knowing that there was no way she was going to come up with any argument against pushing further tonight. A situation like this might never appear again, and there was no way she was going to miss out. Her hungry pussy deserved to be pleased tonight, and she quickly realized that there was no way she could accept this gift from just one of her students. Her body trembled with lust at that thought.

Looking forward to an exciting evening, she thought about how to make her appearance. She wanted to look her best, and took her time to fix her hair and apply some makeup. But what to wear? She thought about remaining naked, given that they had already seen what she had to offer, but decided that she wanted to be more classy. Still, she wanted to signal that she was open for more tonight, and putting on a dress didn't feel right either. She decided that just putting on bra and panties was the perfect combination.

She picked out a sexy pair in pink lace. The bra was very sheer and she loved how it made her nipples visible through the material. The string panties covered her pussy, but left her ass bare for the students to look at. She also put on a pair of high heels, smiling at the decadence of her attire. Still, she loved how sexy it made her feel.

As she made her entrance, all the students stopped in their tracks. Looking her up and down, their eyes lit up and her message wasn't lost on them. They had made an effort to look their best too. None of them had brought any fancy clothes, but the guys had all managed to find a nice shirt and Camilla was wearing a cute green summer dress. None of them wore shoes, making Jenny's feet the only part of her that was more dressed than her students.

Still trying to impress her, they had prepared dinner already and Miguel was just putting down the pot when she joined them. Acting chivalrous, Eric pulled out a chair for her at the short end of the table while Dave filled her glass with red wine. As the class took their seats, Jenny felt like a divinity about to have a last meal with her disciples. She was briefly saddened by the fact that they were leaving the next day, but she knew their last night together would be very special.

They had prepared a pasta. Nothing fancy, but it still tasted nice. As they dined, Jenny led the conversation, talking about regular things like her current projects and asking the students about their future plans. She enjoyed acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. It made the situation feel more authentic, manifesting her role as their teacher and mentor. The students tried to make normal conversation too, but their eager curiosity about what was about to happen shined through as they spoke. They kept staring at her tits, enjoying the sight of her nipples through the transparent materiel of her bra. She gratified them by making sure they had an unobstructed view.

The twins, who were sitting closest to her, kept filling her glass. She couldn't tell if it was out of politeness or if they were trying to loosen up her inhibitions. Finishing her dinner, she decided to playfully call them on it.

"You're not trying to get me drunk, are you?" she said as Dave once more filled her glass. He was about protest, but as she winked at him he merely grinned in response to her question.

"I assure you there is no need for that," she said as she stood up and confidently walked over to the couch, the students tracing her every step. Her rocking hips made her ass sway seductively for them.

"You see," she continued as she turned and faced the students. "I honestly loved getting naked for you today, and I really want to do it again."

She paused and took her seat in the couch, holding the students in suspended trance as they stared wide-eyed at her. She felt in control and she loved it.

"But..." she continued and sipped her wine. "Before I do that, perhaps you want to show me something?"

The students all looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Jenny smirked, thinking that mere insinuations didn't seem to cut it.

"If you want to, I would very much like to see you naked too," she said and held out her hand to point at the open space before her.

With that, the twins leaped out of their chairs and raised to be the first to reach her. Jenny grinned at their eagerness.

"Well, I suppose neither of you would let the other go first," she said and chuckled. "I guess you just have to do it at the same time then."

Still in competitive mode, the twins were quick to peel of their shirts, exposing their fit abs. Jenny enjoyed the sight, but she had seen this before. She wanted more from them now and watched with prying eyes as they discarded their pants equally fast, leaving them in just their underwear. At that point their boldness seemed to momentarily disappear as the reality of what they were about to do hit them. There was a hint of embarrassment in their expressions but since neither of them would let the other one win, they both yanked down their underwear.




Rewarding Those That Deserve It



Jenny was treated to the sight of two cocks pointing in her direction. They were already half erect, and freed from their constraints, they kept growing before her eyes. Jenny smiled confidently, thinking that the combination of similarity and dissimilarity of the twins went all the way to their cocks. Both of them were sporting magnificent erections for her of equally impressive size, but the colors naturally differed. She desired to reach out and touch them, but knew she should restrain herself.

As Jenny tore her gaze from the cocks before her and looked back to the table, Phillip stood up with a look of determination on his face. The twins made room for him in front of her and he started unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn't in the same rush as the twins, and she could tell that he was somewhat nervous by the way his fingers occasionally struggled with the buttons. He seemed decided on going through with it though and the shirt was soon gone, followed by his pants, but he hesitated as he hooked his thumbs inside his boxers. Jenny smiled warmly up at him and seductively ran her fingers along her cleavage, a reminder that he was going to be rewarded if he showed her what she wanted to see. Encouraged by his teacher, he slowly pulled down his underwear and exposed his cock to her. Just like the twins, his erection grew as Jenny stared at it. Knowing that these young guys were getting hard for her gave her a wonderfully sultry feeling.

Jenny shifted her focus back to the table where Camilla and Miguel were sitting. The couple dynamics made Jenny uncertain of what they would be OK with. They had both openly enjoyed Jenny's exposure, but getting naked themselves was a whole different ordeal. Both of them looked excited and she guessed they were keen on baring themselves before her, but was Camilla prepared to get naked in front of her classmates. And how would Miguel feel about it?

"I think Camilla wants to go next," Miguel said and volunteered his girlfriend.

Camilla looked at him with a somewhat confused expression but as she interpreted his words as approval, she broke out in an excited grin. She bit her bottom lip as she stood up. Slowly, she walked over to Jenny as the guys backed away to give her room. She took a moment to let her eyes wander among her now naked friends before returning her gaze to Jenny, smiling from ear to ear. Jenny could see the mixture of nervousness and eager lust in the blonde girl's eyes.

Camilla slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and as the dress to fell down to rest on her hips, she exposed her strapless bra. Without breaking eye contact with Jenny, she continued and pushed the dress further down until it fell to the ground. The fabric of her bra and panties were decorated with small flowers and the blonde girl looked deliciously cute as she stood before her teacher.

"Not much different from a bikini, right?" Jenny said and winked at her.

Camilla smirked nervously, knowing that she was about to move beyond that. Reaching behind her back, she unclasped her bra and surprised Jenny by playfully throwing it at her.

"Not anymore!" Camilla giggled, but now topless, she became self-conscious and quickly grabbed her tits to cover up.

Jenny raised her eyebrows, silently daring the girl to remove her hands. Camilla took a deep breath and slowly lowered her hands down to her stomach. As Jenny lowered her gaze to admire her student's naked tits, the girl proudly pushed her chest out, inviting her teacher to stare. Jenny found Camilla's tits absolutely adorable, her pink little nipples barely contrasting against her pale skin.

Jenny let her focus wander down Camilla's body to her panties, her eyes urging the girl to remove them. Camilla turned her head to look at her boyfriend for support and she smiled as he blew her a kiss, a clear sign that he wanted her to go on. She took another deep breath as she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties. Jenny could see the girl's hands tremble slightly as she pulled them down, giving her teacher an unobstructed view of her most private parts. Camilla's pussy was completely hairless and smooth, allowing Jenny to see every delightful detail. She licked her lips at the delicious sight.

Camilla then bent her knees and pulled her panties all the way down, leaving her completely naked. She had a very sensuous smile and Jenny could tell that the girl was quickly getting used to her exposure. She decided to push the girl a bit.

"You're absolutely stunning," she said. "Perhaps you want to show your classmates too? I think you had an eyeful of what they are showing before, right?"

Camilla anxiously looked at her boyfriend again, now the only fully dressed person in the room. He merely nodded eagerly and Jenny started suspecting that he was getting turned on by his girlfriend's exposure. With his silent encouragement, Camilla turned to face the guys, giving them the opportunity to stare at her naked body. Defiantly, she put her hands on her hips and pretended like she didn't care that they were allowed to gaze upon her bare pussy. Jenny could however tell the girl was actually getting turned on by her exposure, a feeling Jenny had become very familiar with lately.

The guys all grinned with lust as they stared at their naked friend. The couple had hooked up early after they met the first year of college, making Camilla off limit for the rest of the group. But that didn't mean that they weren't still curious to see what their sexy classmate looked like naked. Now given the opportunity, they were taking it all in.

"So, how about you then?" Jenny said and looked at Miguel.

"Yeah, get your ass up here," Camilla said and laughed.

Miguel shrugged his shoulders as he got up, pretending like he didn't care one way or the other but Jenny could tell that he was having the same mixture of excitement and embarrassment as the others. She smiled as she saw his cock pressing hard against his pants, clearly an effect of watching his girlfriend getting naked in front of others.

As he reached the space in front of Jenny, Camilla quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then stood behind him as she peeled it of his shoulders and arms. She unbuckled his belt and unceremoniously tugged down his pants. His cock looked like it was begging to be set free as it pressed against his underwear. Without giving Miguel a chance to protest, his girlfriend lowered them and exposed him to their teacher. Jenny studied his thick cock, thinking that she would love to feel it inside her.

"Very nice, you're a lucky girl Camilla," Jenny said with a smirk. Camilla looked pleased, proud that her mentor was complimenting her boyfriend's hard cock.

"Strangely, I appear to be overdressed," Jenny continued. "Since you're so helpful today Camilla, perhaps you want to help me too?"

"Oh... you mean..?" Camilla stuttered but as she understood what Jenny was asking, she nodded eagerly.

"Great then," Jenny said and stood up, confidently taking her place in front of the four naked guys, their erections pointing at her.

Camilla didn't waste any time and immediately got behind her teacher. Jenny felt the clasp of her bra opening but Camilla still held it tight. Mimicking what Jenny had done earlier, the girl carefully moved her hands to Jenny's front, preventing the bra from falling by holding on to the cups. Jenny enjoyed the erotic feeling of another woman's slender fingers through the sheer fabric of the bra. She was almost disappointed when Camilla lowered her hands to reveal her tits, but it meant that she was once more given the equally erotic opportunity of being topless before her students. She smiled invitingly as they stared at her.

Camilla got to the front of Jenny and after taking a moment to admire her teacher's tits herself, she knelt down. The naked girl looked adorably sexy as she looked up at Jenny with eyes wide open. Jenny gave her an approving nod and Camilla gently grabbed the panties and lowered them. It was an incredibly erotic feeling to have her student stare straight into her now naked pussy.

Not wanting to be selfish, Camilla moved to the side as she continued to pull down her Jenny's panties, allowing the entire class to look upon their teacher's exposed sex. As Jenny stepped out of her panties, she felt that she was wet with excitement, and she knew her students could tell. It gave her a sense of pride, openly showing them how turned on she was by this.

And she wasn't the only one getting worked up. The air was thick with lust as the class waited for Jenny's next move. It wasn't like she had been in a situation like this before, but she felt that she was in control and was happy to lead the way.

"Oh my, what a nice looking naked bunch we are," Jenny continued as she looked around the room. Camilla had paired up with her boyfriend and they were openly making out, passionately caressing each other's naked bodies. The other three guys were however all focused on Jenny, and she smiled sensuously as she let her eyes wander among their erect offerings. Her pussy was aching for stimulation and it felt deliciously naughty to know she could just take a pick.

The couple was preoccupied with each other and Jenny felt that any physical contact with either of them had to be initiated by them. As far as the others went, she knew that it was an all or nothing deal. Either she would have to fuck none of them or all of them. It was an easy choice. She was about to have more than one cock inside her tonight, a thought that made her entire body purr with sultry excitement.

Still in her high heels, she took a few steps over to her three willing candidates. She felt that her body was oozing with sexual power, letting her hand caress their chests as she moved from one to the next, starting with Phillip, then Eric and finally Dave.

"Looks like those two are entertaining themselves," she said, referring to the couple who were now lost in their own passion, Camilla moaning as her boyfriend fondled her tits.

"Perhaps you guys can entertain me?" she continued as she continued her parade behind her three suitors, greedily caressing their asses as she worked her way around them.

As she reached Phillip, she grabbed his hand and led him towards the couch. As far as she was concerned, she could have started with either of them but she figured she shouldn't let either of the twins go first, given their competitiveness. It also felt nice to pick the shy one, and he did look pleased as she gently pushed him down onto the couch. She straddled him and while he must have suspected what was about to happen, he still remained passive, seemingly uncertain of what to do. She placed his hands on her tits, making the young man gasp with excitement.

"We're going to fuck," she said bluntly and decided to continue with further instructions. "You're going to fuck your teacher now, but no coming inside me, OK? Not until everybody who wants have had their turn."

She turned to the twins as she said it and they grinned delightedly back at her, reassured that they wouldn't be left out. With the simple rules clarified, she grabbed Phillip's cock, raised herself up and guided him inside her. Both of them let out a guttural sound as his cock slid all the way inside her dripping wet pussy.

She rested her hands on his chest for support and began riding him, sliding herself up and down his shaft. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her big, swaying tits and greedily used both his hands to fondle them. The arousal was escalating in the room. Turning to look at the couple, she saw them staring wide-eyed back at her, Miguel standing behind his girlfriend and fondling her tits as she apparently absentmindedly caressed her bare pussy. The twins were staring too, both of them stroking their hard cocks. They were more than ready to take their turn, but just seeing their adored teacher in this state of wanton lust was an exciting treat in itself. It certainly felt nice to let herself act this out before them.

She didn't want to favor Phillip too much, and also felt as if the young man wouldn't last much longer. She decided it was time to move on and accept her next treat. Sliding off the cock inside her, she held out her hand to Dave and invited him to the couch, seating him next to Phillip. With her next lover in place, she proceeded to straddle him, but this time with her back against him. She immediately felt his hands start roaming over her big round ass, stopping only as he helped her guide his hard cock inside her. It felt amazing to once more have her pussy filled and she marveled at the fact that it was a different cock that had just entered her. She moaned as she slowly rode him, focusing on the arousing feeling of his cock sliding inside her.

With her back against Dave, her swaying tits were facing Eric. He was still stroking his cock before her, patiently awaiting his turn. Giving him a devilish smile, she proceeded to spit down between her tits. She pressed them together and Eric was quick to accept her invite. Within seconds he was sliding his cock between her tits as she squeezed them tight for him. The dark color of his shaft contrasted alluringly against her tits as it moved in and out between them.

Phillip was still sitting next to her, stroking his shaft as he watched her taking on two cocks at once. To free her hands, she guided Dave's hands down to her tits, allowing him to fondle her as he continued to fuck them. She placed one hand on Eric's chest and the other one on Phillip's cock as she continued to ride Dave.

It was a divine feeling to be the center of attention. With all the stimulation, she had almost forgotten about Miguel and Camilla. As she looked over she noticed that Miguel was now fucking his girlfriend from behind, Camilla bent forward and using a chair for support. They were staring back at her with open mouths and sultry eyes. The fact that Jenny had an audience watching her in this wild moment of complete lust made it feel even more amazing.

"I think I want this one inside me now," she said and took Eric's shaft in her hand.

She made Phillip scoot over to allow Eric to sit in the middle of the couch. As she slid off Dave and shifted to Eric she reveled in the naughty decadence of having three guys sitting there, lined up with their cocks ready for her pleasure. The young man moaned as his teacher impaled herself on his erection. She had her back against him and he supportively held on to her ass as she started bobbing up and down on him.

Her tits were swaying sensuously as she moved up and down the cock inside her. The sight was too appealing for the guys beside her and she felt their hands moving over her body, groping her tits as she rode their friend. She returned the favor by reaching out and grabbing their hard cocks. They felt so good in her hands, still slippery with her own wetness.

Her position gave the couple an unobstructed view of her body as bounced up and down on Eric's cock. She felt sexually vibrant, the whole room focusing on her body in this moment of ecstatic pleasure. The powerful sight of her mentor graciously taking on thee cocks at once was too much for Camilla. Jenny could see that the girl was about to come and held her gaze with a devilish grin.

"Oh fuck!" the girl screamed as she ran her hands over her own tits, fondling them as she pushed back hard against her boyfriend. Without breaking eye contact with her teacher, she started shaking as the orgasm overtook her body. She cried out with lust.

Jenny felt the pleasure build up in her own body as well, but the constant shifting from one cock to the next kept her in a suspended state of erotic levitation. She enjoyed teasing herself this way, knowing that when she eventually allowed herself to come, it was going to be an incredible release. On that notion, she decided that it was time to keep this X-rated rotation scheme moving.

She slid off Eric's cock and proceeded to guide Eric out of his seat. She filled the empty space in the middle of the couch by kneeling on all fours with her ass against Phillip and her head in Dave's lap. Dave threw his head back with pleasure as Jenny slid his cock between her wet lips. At the same time, Phillip knelt behind her and she grunted on the cock inside her mouth as he entered her. She felt her tits rocking beneath her as he picked up the pace, a sight that made Eric kneel down beside her to fondle them. He pulled at her sensitive nipples, sending chills of pleasure through her already ecstatic body.

When Phillip's groans told her that it was time to move on, she slid away from his cock and turned around. As Dave was treated to the beautiful sight of her impressive ass, he wasn't late to get behind her. He teasingly ran his cock up and down her slippery slit a few times before shoving it inside her. Jenny loved the feeling of his hips slamming against her cheeks. Steadying herself with one hand, she used the other to stroke Eric as she hungrily licked up and down Phillip's shaft.

It didn't take long before she felt Dave getting close, signaling that it was time for her to switch again. She felt completely in control of the situation, amused by how she was dictating how close to orgasm her lovers were allowed to get. Sliding away from Dave, she sat down and then scooted down so that her pussy was aligned with the edge of the couch. She spread her legs wide open, holding them in the air so that the heels of her shoes were pointing to the roof.

Eric knelt down between her legs and she groaned as he once more filled her hungry pussy. She let her hands explore the two guys by her sides, finding her way to their cocks. As she started pumping at them, they caressed her body, fondling her heaving chest.

She next moved to Phillip, facing away from him as she straddled him. She motioned for Dave and Eric to stand in front of her. As she started grinding on the cock inside her, she simultaneously used her hands and mouth on the twins. It took some effort to synchronize her motion, but after some adjustment it felt surprisingly easy to ride one cock while at the same time sucking off two more. The sloppy sound of her mouth filled the room as she skillfully moved between them, constantly pumping at their cocks.

Looking between the twins, Jenny could see the couple still watching, staring at their beloved teacher in this state of uninhibited heat. Camilla was stroking her boyfriend with one hand while using the other to caress her pussy. Her naked folds were glistening with her wetness. The two looked adorable and even with three guys at her service, Jenny couldn't help lusting for the last two of her favorite students.

She continued her rotation among the guys, her hands, mouth and pussy coupling with their cocks. Her eyes were however increasingly focused on the couple, and particular the naked girl, who stared back at her with lustful fascination. Jenny felt exquisitely sinful as she started flirting with Camilla, winking at her while licking up the shaft of one of her fellow students.

Jenny was putting on an impressive show and the temptation soon got too much for the girl, who whispered something into Miguel's ear. He grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, of course babe," he stammered, not even trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

To make room for their friend, Phillip and Dave backed away from Jenny as the girl approach her. Camilla let her eyes wander over her teacher's body, traveling over her heaving chest down to her pussy. Jenny was straddling Eric, facing away from him with her legs spread wide open as she knelt on the couch. The position gave the girl a close up view of the cock disappearing inside her teacher.

"Ms. Taylor...." Camilla began as she returned her gaze to Jenny's eyes.

Jenny grinned widely. Never had such formal language felt more out of place but at the same time so thrillingly right.




Rewarding Those That Deserve It



"Yes Camilla?" Jenny replied, doing her best to use her teacher voice.

Camilla leaned in and whispered in Jenny's ear.

"I want to lick you."

The room was dead silent and Jenny was sure the soft words wasn't lost on anybody. She slid away from Eric and held out her hands to Camilla. Even Jenny's strong thighs were getting sore from riding her students for so long and the assistance to get up was welcome. Once face-to-face with her student, Jenny didn't hesitate. She grabbed the back of Camilla's head and forcibly kissed her. The girl seemed a little shocked at first, but was soon moaning into her teacher's mouth as their tongues danced. Yearning for her student's breasts, Jenny ran her hand up Camilla's body and greedily fondled them. They felt nice and firm, and just enough to fill her hands.

As Jenny broke the kiss, Camilla left her mouth open as if begging for more.

"Of course you can," Jenny said. "Just as long as the others can watch."

It seemed fair given that Camilla had watched the guys with her for so long. Camilla nodded, looking like she didn't care one way or the other as long as she could get what she wanted. As Jenny turned to Miguel, he grinned back at her. She could only guess what was turning him on the most -- the fact that he was about to watch his girlfriend go down on another woman or that the others were going to watch it too.

With that, Jenny led the girl into her bed room, thinking that the couch was getting a bit crowded. The guys followed them silently. Once inside, Jenny laid down on the bed and pulled the girl on top of her. They kissed passionately as the guys encircled the bed and watched the erotic sight before them, shamelessly stroking themselves. It had been a long time since Jenny had last experienced the sensuousness of another woman's body against hers and she moaned at the sensation of the girl's smaller tits rubbing against her own. She let her hands roam freely over Camilla's soft skin.

Jenny pushed the girl downwards, guiding Camilla's lips in a trail down her neck and further down to her chest. She was eager to sense the erotic feeling of another woman's soft lips on her tits, and shivered as Camilla's mouth moved closer and closer to one of her sensitive nipples. Both women moaned as Camilla took it in her mouth. It felt so sensuous as she gently sucked at it but Jenny was craving more than soft touches. Using one hand to hold up her tit and the other to press the girl's head against her, she forced her nipple deep inside the Camilla's mouth. The girl let out a surprised groan, muffled by the tit in her moth. She gasped as Jenny briefly pulled her head from her breast before pushing it back down to the other.

Camilla was soon losing all her inhibitions, intoxicated by the lustful sensation of her Jenny's nipples in her mouth. She hungrily moved between them, squeezing her teacher's breasts against her face as Jenny laid back and enjoyed the devoted attention of her student's mouth. Without the need for further guidance, Camilla continued down Jenny's body. The feeling of the girl's soft lips against her skin was making Jenny shiver with excitement.

After kissing her way down over Jenny's stomach, Camilla diverted her direction and veered her direction down onto Jenny's right thigh. Jenny smiled at the teasing she was subjected her to. It was obvious that Camilla had little experience in what she was doing but the she was still making a very good effort. She kissed her way down the inside of Jenny's thigh before switching over to the other leg and slowly worked her lips up again. Jenny gasped at the touch of a soft mouth against the sensitive skin of her inside thigh. The room was filled with anticipation.

As Camilla's mouth got within a few inches of her inevitable target, the girl suddenly stopped her advances and removed her mouth. Jenny raised herself up on her elbows to look down at the girl between her legs, watching her as she stared straight into the pussy before her. Camilla was panting heavily and it was evident that her pause wasn't a moment of hesitation -- she was just cherishing the reality of what she was about to do.

As if the two women were the only people in the room, Camilla locked eyes with her teacher as she leaned in and gently ran her tongue along the slit before her. Jenny briefly closed her eyes, mouthing an "ooh" as she felt the tongue against her pussy. Reopening her eyes, she broke out in a devilish grin as she looked down on Camilla, watching the girl experience the taste of another woman. The combination of lust and fascination was unmistakable. The two exchanged a loving glance, sharing a special and most memorable moment. Jenny affectionately stroke the blonde girl's hair a few times before gently pushing her against her pussy.

"Lick me my dear," she commanded, the sensuality of her voice sounding enchanting even to her own ears.

It was obviously the first time Camilla had her tongue on a woman's pussy but it didn't take her long to find her technique. Her eagerness and devotion more than well compensated for whatever she might be lacking in experience. She ran her tongue over Jenny's folds, brushing her nose against the neatly trimmed pubes as she hungrily moved her mouth around. Finding her way to Jenny's pulsating clit, her tongue danced around it like this was her sole purpose. Jenny's moans mixed with the wet sound of Camilla's restless mouth on her pussy.

The erotic moment she was sharing with her female student had almost made Jenny forget about the guys. With Camilla eagerly working at her pussy, she looked around the room and smiled as she saw the priceless expression on the guys' faces. They were completely captivated by the scene in front of them, marveling at the sight of one woman worshiping another.

Camilla was getting increasingly wild, intoxicated by the sensation of licking her mentor. She moved away from the clit, and continued down to Jenny's wet opening. Lost in wanton lust, the girl inserted her tongue and started bobbing her head, fucking her adored teacher with her darted tongue. She had one arm around Jenny's thigh but the other one had disappeared between her legs. From the way her shoulder moved it was obvious she was touching herself, and she was getting uncontrollably lost in her own pleasure. Her moans were muffled as she pressed her face against Jenny's pussy to work her tongue deep inside.

Jenny was loving the dedicated attention she was receiving, indulgently lying back and enjoying the sensation of Camilla's tongue inside her. But she also felt a growing urge to once again be filled by something far bigger than a girl's tongue. She let her eyes travel around the audience that surrounded her bed, her eyes drawn to their hard cocks. They all looked so appealing, all rigid and ready for her. Her eyes lingered on Miguel, the only one that hadn't yet been inside her. Undeniably, she wanted to sample him too.

Jenny's lingering stare gave away her desire. The girl removed her mouth from Jenny's pussy and briefly turned to her boyfriend, grinning at him before returning her eyes to her teacher.

"Ms. Taylor..." she said in sultry tone as she wiped the mixture of saliva and Jenny's wetness from her chin with the back of her hand. "Can Miguel fuck you too?"

Jenny had to struggle to suppress a laugh as she saw Miguel's face light up. He looked like was ready to pop from just hearing his girlfriend's words.

"Of course," she said and scooted down to the edge of the bed, invitingly spreading her legs open. "Everybody gets to fuck me tonight."

With that, Camilla motioned her boyfriend over and made him kneel between Jenny's legs. She grabbed on to his shaft and after rubbing the head of his cock against Jenny's open slit a few times, she guided him inside.

"Oh, fuck..." they panted in unison as his cock disappeared inside Jenny's welcoming pussy, sliding deep inside her in one steady motion.

And Camilla wasn't done. Kneeling beside her boyfriend and still shamelessly rubbing herself, she bowed down and reconnected her mouth with Jenny's pussy. Jenny heard her own moans escalating as the physical stimulation shot beams of pleasure through her body. The combination of a man filling her up while a girl was furiously licking away at her clit was driving her ecstatic.

Invitingly, she waved the other guys in to join her on the bed. They knelt around her, the twins on her right and Phillip on her left. She let her hands explore their bodies and soon found her way to their erect cocks, enjoying their contours in her hands. She had to switch between the twins, pumping at one cock before moving to the next. She desired to take one in her mouth but found the angle to be awkward when she tried to get at it. Eric instead extended his middle finger as an offering for her hungry mouth, while Phillip and Dave started playing with her breasts.

"Ms. Taylor," Miguel panted. "I don't think I can hold back much longer."

Jenny felt the same way. The immense pleasure she was getting was sending her closer and closer to her inevitable climax. Looking at the cocks around her, it was evident that they too were more than ready to pop.

It was time to let the explosion happen.

"It's OK," she panted. "Keep fucking me!"

She released the cocks from her hands and grabbed her tits, holding them up as an inviting target. The guys quickly replaced her hands with their own, and looking up at them she could see they were reaching a point of no return. She felt Miguel still moving inside her, yet still holding back.

"Keep fucking me!" she repeated her demand. "Just come in me! And come on me!"

Miguel needed no more encouragement and furiously began pumping her hard, his hips slamming against her ass and thighs. The grunts from the guys around her signaled that they were all about to burst. She cried out as she felt her own orgasm overtake her body.

"Come for me my dears!"

The room erupted uncontrollably. As her body started shaking with ecstatic pleasure, she felt Miguel shooting his load deep inside her convulsing pussy. At the same time, cum started raining down on her as the rest of the guys directing their loads on her inviting tits. She arched her back, pushing her chest upwards to accept their generous offerings. In her ecstatic state she felt like her body was an altar for them to worship at. They were covering her, and every splash against her skin added to the flow of orgasmic thrills running through her body.

Jenny felt Camilla's body start to shiver against her. Through the loud wall of primarily male grunts and moans, she heard the girl crying out ecstatically, pushed over the edge by her own busy fingers. Craving the girls tongue for the last waves of her mind-blowing orgasm, Jenny reached down and grabbed Camilla's hair, holding the girl in place to ensure her tongue didn't escape. Even through her own orgasmic convulsions, Camilla duteously lapped away at Jenny's clit.

As the ecstatic flows eventually subsided, Jenny looked up on the faces around her, their faces in awkward uncertainty of what to say or do. Naturally, it was still up to her to lead the way.

"Thank you for your lovely gift," Jenny said, her voice deep and sultry, and the crowd smiled back at her.

She looked down her body and saw that her tits were completely covered in cum. It wasn't surprising given that she had teased the guys for most of the day.

"A very generous gift indeed," she smirked as she raised herself up to a sitting position, feeling the cum on her chest run down her body.

The students were studying her every move, enjoying the sight of their teacher in this messy state. She was covered in traces of what had happened tonight, baring evidence of a woman who had abandoned all inhibitions. She felt proud, her body glowing with post-orgasmic satisfaction.

"I look a bit messy," Jenny said with a sly smile. "I could do with a swim. Do you care to join me?"

She stood up and felt the cum running down her legs and dripping off her tits as she headed outside. She paraded slowly towards the ocean, the students once again following behind her. Reaching the sandy beach, she kicked of her shoes and continued out into the welcoming water. In the last remaining light of the already settled sun, they swam together -- all of them naked and rewarded.

The end. 



Rewarding Travel Ch. 01



Minding his own business he was engrossed in his laptop with no idea of how this otherwise fairly ordinary day would unfold. "Those passengers currently seated in gate 8 awaiting the outbound flight to Edinburgh would you please proceed to gate 2 where your flight will now board from". No apology or explanation, he packed up the laptop and started making his way. When.... In the large gathering of moving passengers he noticed "the legs" his eyes scanned upward briefly and noticed a sheen which told him one thing, nylons...and then they were gone. 

Arriving at gate 2 he saw them again only this time he also spotted the 4 inch black patent heels with inviting ankle straps. Nice. Again it was through a crowd of people but this time he got to see them for a brief moment longer, a stirring began in his jeans. Again the sheen of her tights? Stockings ...who knows 

He dismissed the thoughts racing through his head and prepared for the short flight back to Edinburgh. 

He walked along the air bridge desperately trying to get her out of his head, just then a member of the instantly obvious cabin crew brushed by as it was quite a squeeze as they inched closer to the aeroplane door. A delicious scent lingered as he watched her move forward and join her colleague to greet the long line of passengers. Again the combination of the closeness of the impeccably dressed angel of the skies and her alluring scent caused his jeans to tighten. As he handed her his boarding card with a smile she returned the smile and glanced toward what he had hoped she was unaware of "I hope you have a comfortable slight sir" he heard her say, with her eyelashes fluttering as she gently gestured with her womanly hips. 

Get to your seat he thought to himself, before an uncomfortable situation worsens. As he took his seat those legs passed at eye level, only this time he saw an obvious split in the side of the skirt that left him in no doubt she was wearing stockings, a hold up ensued and caused her to remain stood directly beside him in the aisle she rubbed her nylon encased thighs together as she tapped her powerful stiletto on the floor. Then she glanced down in my direction and issued a very womanly smile, almost femme fatale in its structure. The remainder of her attire was very much formal business wear, bordering on power dresser, the bag large, expensive leather, no doubt holding everything she needs. 

He could see she was anxious, perhaps to get tot her seat, perhaps to reopen her laptop, to use the bathroom or maybe something else... Whatever it was, had heightened her state of frustration arousal. Again a scent accompanied this womanly view before him, only this time it was not one of CK, or any naff celebrity scent it was that of a woman, that unmistakable subtle yet every time it bows you over, instantly recognisable yet every one unique. 

Again his fertile imagine raced, what were her thoughts who was in them was it an encounter she was recalling, a fantasy unfolding in her mind or just a longing to feel skin on skin.

Again she smiled invitingly as she eventually was able to progress toward the seats behind, He turned and watched as she strode purposefully toward her seat a few rows back. He now really needed to get home to relieve this punishing tension he was feeling, he wanted to be in his own home where he would be able to continue his fantasy not restricted by fear, or more importantly by the confines of his cotton prison, his warm cock needed to explode and at the very least he would soon have to provide the relief himself. That said the thought of the release gallons of cum inside the mystery woman's hot needy pussy was definitely the primary aim. As he closed his eyes and the motion of taxiing to the runway stole his consciousness he imagined first tasting her delicious honey, his tongue teasing and pleasuring her aching red hot clit, her juices flowing over his welcoming tongue. In his thoughts she had been so desperate to be assaulted that he was tasting her through her drenched French lace knickers, her legs splayed wider and wider, her cries wanton he imagined her thrusting her pubic bone against his now slippery chin. 

Just then he felt a presence on his leg, as he woke slightly startled before him stood another of his fantasy figures. The immaculately dressed "jess" stood before him as he read the badge deliciously pinned atop her ample chest. "Sorry to wake you sir but we will be landing in a little while and I wanted to offer you a complimentary drink."

"No thanks" he quickly retorted, inwardly he immediately scolded his sharp ill advised response. 

"I am sorry, if there is anything else I can do for you this evening sir then please do let me know" she responded with a delightfully light and if he was not mistaken flirtatious tone. 

Instantly he dismissed that thought as merely being confused by being woken from his slumber. Just as she moved away there she was "the mystery woman" if only she knew how she had been the sole occupant of his filthy furtive imagination since take off. Again she cast a wry smile in his general direction and then headed for the bathroom, still with the large expensive leather bag in tow. Mind set racing again he questioned why she would need her bag in an aeroplane bathroom, no doubt to reapply make up before returning home to meet friends or a lover, or to take medication but what if it were to relieve that tension he sensed she held. What if she were in there purely to satisfy her own insatiable lust, what if she was now operating electronic equipment against the instructions of the flight captain, oooh the naughty girl or even more interestingly what if it wasn't battery operated what if she was repeatedly plunging a man made substitute in and out of her now sodden slit. A number of minutes passed and he could no longer bear not knowing so he made his way to the front of the plane and stood adjacent to the door she lay behind, casually sipping from the water dispenser. 

A few seconds passed before he heard the sound of her expensive heels shuffle across the non slip plastic floor, he listened intently and then there it came a stifled moan escaped her usually controlled lips. Was that confirmation or was it merely a muffled sneeze, he now stood there imagining the immaculately dressed "woman a" hurriedly covering her heaving sex with her barely there exclusive French lace knickers and then being unable to resist her own taste, slipping her talented wet fingers in her mouth. 

The next noise was the chemical flush followed by water pooling in the impossibly small sink. A quick blast and then she strode out of the cramped space. Unmistakably her facial features were flushed, surely his lurid thoughts could not be true, if they were .... 

"ladies and gentleman please re-take your seats, fasten your seatbelts and ensure your tray table....." came the announcement. 

He watched her undoubtedly firm clearly curvaceous rear move back toward his seat, what he had not been aware of until he started to walk was the obvious bulge in his jeans had reappeared with vigour. As he made his way back to his seat, he was confronted with Jess carrying empties back toward the galley area, as they met in the aisle she turned side on thrusting her back out, he brushed slowly passed her his now fully erect cock bumping along her rear. Oh god he thought, she wouldn't have felt that would she, he certainly had, it was very pleasurable, he longed for more. 

He resumed his seat and Jess busied herself in the galley. A short while later before the captain instructed the crew to take their seats they passed by with customer evaluation leaflets, he indicated non verbally that he did not wish to complete one as instructed by the captain but this seemed to be ignored by Jess as she placed it in his lap. As he lifted it something fell out of the bottom, he looked around to see if he was being observed but most passengers were either asleep or engrossed in their favoured broadsheet. He lifted the card which was a standard business card for the Edinburgh Airport Hilton with directions on, strange, curiosity made him flip over and there in deliciously feminine swirls was the message "you felt huge, if that's all for me, meet me after 11pm in the bar?" This couldn't be happening not to him, "woman a" franticly frigging herself off in the bathroom only feet away and now "Jess" seemingly offering all kinds of adult fun. Despite being a good looking well dressed guy these sorts of encounters he dismissed as myth, so he decided to ignore and assume it was a case of mistaken identity, anything was easier to deal with than the thought of his fantasies actually being realised. 

The A321 landed with a bit of a bump, and with that he turned his attention to getting home and getting a meal, it had been a long day and quite a long week, so he hoped to see his luggage on the carousel as soon as humanly possible. He made his way to the front of the aircraft and was confronted briefly by Jess, again the eyelashes fluttered and the gaze headed south. Undeniably she was flirting with him, this only served to build new scenarios in his mind, "woman a" was temporarily relegated as he imagined finding what lay beneath the distinctive uniform of the skies, could the myths be true, are these angels of the skies permanently up for it did she really want to be speared by my long hard cock. The question burning on his mind was, was the note an invitation for a night of no strings sex or did she merely want a dinner companion, either way he hoped that she was on the menu. Would she be wearing sexy expressive lingerie beneath the confines of the formal uniform? Would she be wearing sultry stockings too, perhaps hold ups, knickers, no knickers?

What was wrong with him the whole basis for these thoughts was one simple scribble on a business card, surely he wouldn't hinge the whole success or failure of his evening on this. As he left the plane he made his way to the luggage hall where the lone figure of "woman a" stood legs crossed at the ankles, again rubbing one leg closely against the other, holding in one hand the previously seen handbag and now in the other a pink opaque bag containing a bottle of champagne. As he neared he noticed the champagne was a Lanson vintage Rose, nice choice I would love to share that with her he thought. What was he doing now, again he had dismissed Jess as soon as he had seen "woman a" again. Why? She had shown no interest in him, he was unaware of marital status, how she was sexually inclined, had heard noises but had no confirmation of her need for high altitude self gratification and yet "Jess" "Jess who". It was simple here stood a woman and Jess was merely a girl, the intrigue was higher and the size of the prize bigger and ultimately tougher. 

Tonight he wanted a woman, and only that would quell his ferocious sexual hunger which had been building all day long. The question was would "woman a" share that need for release. The baggage seemed to take forever and then it arrived at almost the same time as hers. Unsurprisingly her travel luggage was the height of refined sophistication too, Mulberry the same as the distinctive bag. He began to build a picture, mulberry luggage, Lanson vintage, killer heels, very sheer stockings, clearly this woman was moneyed. This only heightened her already intoxicating appeal. She turned on her heels and walked briskly to the exit to the departure hall stopping only briefly to safely secure her cashmere scarf. 

The doors opened and the wall of icy wind hit him hard and checked him instantly as he realised he was almost stalking her from behind....but he had to, he had to know where she was going, in his own mind he was now on that slippery slope that said well she is going to get it and she is going to love me for it. 

They entered the lift together the first time they had been alone in a confined space. .. She dropped her bags and closed the distance until her lips were so close that he could feel her breath, moist and warm without warning she took hold of his hand and placed it on her thigh above the knee and urged it higher, next she hooked her stiletto on to the hand rail behind him, virtually wrapping her body round him. As his hand left the silky smooth nylon and touched for the first time the real her. Momentarily he could only feel skin and then his large hungry hand felt delicate lace, just then he felt her hand back near his, high under her skirt, was this a tease was she about to thwart him. Instead he felt the lace being pulled, she was opening her steaming wanton sex to him, and just as quickly she withdrew her own hand. He lunged toward her forcing her hard against the rear of the lift, and as he did she teased her soaked fingers toward his mouth, which he engulfed without need for a second invite, her taste and texture was warm, sticky yet smooth but unmistakably horny. He fell to his knees roughly hitching her skirt even higher as he assaulted her prominent clit with his mouth, hands travelling north to her heaving chest where he practically ripped her breasts from their confines assisted by his now submissive lust crazed femme. 

Ping "Level 5" he heard and instantly he realised he had fallen victim to another fantasy scenario in his mind, he really needed to get home. They arrived at the roof and noticed immediately that it was bathed in a crisp white frost, "fuck that" he thought as he heard her mutter in frustration and annoyance. This was all he needed, another delay before he could eventually get home. Very few cars remained on the roof and so she made a beeline for hers and he did likewise. 

He started the engine of his clichéd German tourer and set about clearing the thick frost with a combination of de-icer and brute force. In the distance he could hear the purring of another engine and saw a second thick cloud of smoke, soon she would be gone. As he neared completion the mystery figure appeared through the haze looking distressed, and cold. 

"You couldn't help a damsel could you, I seem to have misjudged the weather and I need some of what you have" she smiled and again the legs had him. He also realised it was the first time he had heard her speak, it was no disappointment her tone was refined warm and intelligent, yet sultry too. 

"I will drive over in a minute and give you some once I am done here" she walked back through the haze of the mixed fog and smoke. He drove over and parked beside her glorious British Sports car which was purring like a kitten. However despite her best efforts so far, it looked like it was crystallized. She immediately stepped out from the warmth of the inside and strode toward me to collect the scraper etc. 

"Thank you so much" she said as she reached for the items in his hand.

"No, get back inside you will catch a death" he responded, already her nipples were clearly visible through her crisp cotton shirt.

"I cant let you do that she said, I insist on helping you at least, I may be a damsel but I am not entirely helpless, I have strong wrists you know" a pause " from Badminton"

"In that case lets not stand here freezing any longer, sooner we get you done the sooner we will both warm up" a smirk spread across her immaculate lips and if he was not mistaken an mmm mm slipped out too. 

He set about removing the thick ice from the rear windscreen and side windows as she turned her attention to the warmer front end. Oh how he wished she would turn her womanly attentions toward his warm front end, as he rounded the car he was confronted with a vision that would satisfy many a sleepless night. There she was reaching legs apart with her skirt flat against the bonnet stretching at the windscreen, her heels off the ground with only the tiniest part of her shoe clinging on. He could see right up her skirt beyond the tops of her dark sheer stockings to the lace that framed her exquisite rear. It was like a scene from a centrefold, as he stood there only inches behind her, she turned her head cast a look over her shoulder smirked and then resumed her assault on the ice. 

Was this an invitation, did she have a fantasy of being fucked mercilessly from behind by a stranger, whilst grinding herself on a quickly warming bonnet, did she want to feel the vibrations of the v8 tickle her clit whilst being invaded by the nearest hot hard cock, or was she merely a tease in her actions as well as her attire. Without opting for a bold move, stepping beyond the line of what is PC, he would never know. Many a night he had spent in front of his laptop reading acts of erotic fiction and if he was right then one was unfolding before his very eyes, but there again these fantasies of control/reluctance were bordering on criminal. 



Rewarding Travel Ch. 02



What now? Act or remain British and wait to be asked, clearly this was a woman used to being in control, he guessed she probably worked in heavily male dominant environment and was used to utilise her charms to get her own way. She would no doubt be more likely to pounce rather than be the prey. Yet here she was stretching over a purring piece of automotive perfection with more than she would care to reveal to her colleagues even on occasions where she no doubt would tease mercilessly, and to top it all she looked vulnerable as her shiny patent heels struggled to stay on the ground.

He stepped up and pinned her so as her legs were locked apart, she glanced back over her shoulder again and then resumed clearing the windscreen and then with her free hand she reached behind her and lifted the hemline of her taut woollen skirt exposing the creamy white flesh above her sultry stockings. The suspender belt he had imagined hugged her tight round ass, which was separated only by a flimsy piece of exquisite French lace.

It seemed inevitable now that in a matter of time he would be dining on her hot sweet pussy, he would feel the desperate need and lust build in her as he licked her steaming hot slit from top to bottom. Back in the moment he grasped her by the waist pulling her up and off the bonnet she now was bent from the waist palms spread wide feeling the heat from the purring v8 below. He wrestled with his straining jeans and released his aching pulsing cock, before him was a needy corporate slut who needed it so bad that she had pulled her soaking wet panties to the side and was now ripe for a deep fucking. 

He moved toward her grasping her nylon covered legs behind the knee generating an angle that would give her the deepest hardest fucking she could care to remember. Before he had chanced to draw breath he plunged all of his rock hard cock in to her dripping wet pussy, "agggh ughh ooooo oh harder" she cried he began plunging long deep strokes until it felt like he was going to split her in two, just as she felt she was about to be filled with a strangers cum, he withdrew and began mercilessly slow fucking the entrance to her tight little cunt. "fuck me now you bastard, fuck me hard hurt me make your slut... come on fuck me you wimp ...fuck me fuck me fill pussy up, make me scream....just fuck me now"

He ignored her pleas and continued to tease her, she tried to wriggle free but as he did he forced her down hard on the bonnet and began to dominate her and own her body. He began to fuck her as if she was some cheap slut he was paying to satisfy his every whim, he began to test her boundaries when he shoved one then two saliva coated fingers in her ass, she moaned hard and bucked back hard encouraging him to do more.

By this stage she was totally submissive, the blur before him of his engorged cock disappearing in and out of her sodden sex gave way to a little pain as he realised that the lace was now causing him discomfort.

He decided that she needed to nurse his pain, he stopped removed his cock and spun her around and stood before her with his manhood proudly beckoning attention, his eyes glazed with lust and authority summoned her to her knees where she instantly began to pleasure his pulsing rod, he made out slurping noises and deep rising moans above the note of her other purring engine. She swirled her tongue across its head as if she had been taught by a Parisian lady of the night, he caught sight of her hand as she furiously rubbed her soaking desperate pussy, "ooooh aggghh ooooaaahhh oaaaah yes yes yes yes oaaa ohhh" he heard and felt as her mouth took him right to the root, he prepared to splash the back of her throat with his thick seed, but she must have known as before he had the chance she withdrew her mouth stood and walked round to the side of her car leaving him desperately close and furiously hard.

He was overcome with a strange sense of embarrassment, all power lost, he frantically pulled up his clothes and made for a hasty retreat. She had won, what a bitch he thought, she had clearly gotten what she wanted and for her that was enough, she really was that power obsessed cock sucking tease he had clocked her for. "Where are you going?" she stopped him in his tracks as he made his way to his car only feet away, "you don't think we're done do you" she sniggered, "follow me, if you can keep up there's lots more you going to do for me and much much more I want to do to you." She now had all the control, the question was did he like that or did he need to find a way to show his executive whore who was 'really' boss, he jumped in his staid German tourer and followed her lead. She sped off driving at breakneck speed down the winding exit ramps.

Crazy bitch he thought, either that or she was anxious for some more of his meat. They exited the car park with barely a few feet of tarmac separating them, she sped toward the roundabout and then surprisingly exited left, straight on to the highway, right to Edinburgh and this way stayed within the airport grounds. Curious. Airport hotels this way, the sign read, the logos prominently displayed for several of the major chains. She drew up outside the jailbird heiresses chain and then parked close by. Faced with the choice of return home and self indulge over a centrefold or play along with her adult games, he exited his car.

He saw her retrieve her luxury luggage and duty free pink champagne from the rear of her car, rather than be presumptuous despite having had his confused frustrated meat lodged in her achingly snug pussy he decided not to assume he was likely to have breakfast with his 'companion'. 

"Welcome to the Hilton Edinburgh Airport do you have a reservation this evening?" enquired the uniformly dressed agent behind the large reassuringly expensive oak reception desk. 

"No I do not, I would like the use of your finest suite for 1 night and my name is Smith" she handed him her designer credit card. Had he just learnt a clue to her identity or was she merely continuing her games by using the clichéd check in. "1 night that will be £297, would you like breakfast in the morning?" he enquired. "look its been a long day and I just want to be looking at the ceiling as quickly as possible, just give me the key card I don't care what it costs!" she snapped. 

Looking at the ceiling, nice choice of phrase he thought, screaming at the ceiling or buried in a pillow he imagined, yet here he was still being presumptuous as she had not even acknowledged his presence behind her. "Get yourself a drink at the bar and come to room 1192 in 15 minutes, ok" she gave him a wonderfully wicked wink and breezed off with her Mulberry wheelie. 

He made his way to the bar and promptly ordered a drink, wow was she in control, her terms, venue, timing, even now he was following her instructions, he was hooked. Her pussy had felt real good and she used her mouth like a pro, this was how he justified hanging around for a few minutes longer. It seemed like an age but shortly before the 15 minutes was up he exited the bar having charged his drink to the room, he made for the elevator. 

Alone in the lift he collected his thoughts adjusted his groin, freshened his breath with the mint he had lifted at the bar and straightened out his clothes. Eleventh floor, door opened, he followed the signs and headed toward room 1192, he rounded the corner and arrived at the double doors, he noticed right away that one of the doors was slightly ajar, enter? Knock? Leave? He decided boldness had paid off so far, so why stop now, pushing the door wide he entered the hallway of the imposingly large suite, soft music played, the dimmed lights created real intrigue, he stepped forward and there she was no longer the power dresser, now every bit the seductress.

Sitting in a high back chair she was draped in a long flowing red silk robe, all that was clear to see beneath the robe were the sheer black stockings and new even higher heels. He wanted to know what else her robe concealed, bra, braless, Basque? Who knew she did and her dominance was overwhelming "get over here, I want to watch you dine on me" she stood and walked to the full length mirror near the dressing table and spread her long shapely thighs.

He obeyed and walked toward her and then saw the look in her eyes that said taste me now. He sank to his knees and held aside her exquisite silk robe revealing a naked freshly shaved pussy framed by delicate French lace. "kiss me, eat me, put your tongue on me" well he wasn't about to disappoint the lady, she untied the bow and removed the silk belt and placed it round his lower neck and pulled him too her burning need. His tongue and lips reached out toward her burning hot silky lips, as they met she lurched forward instantly demanding more attention. "eat me,ooohh ooaghh ooooh yes yes, lick me oh yes yes yes put your filthy tongue in me, oh oh oyes, eat me lick oh yesss that's what I want" he obliged and buried his face in her steaming sex, he glanced up at his mistress above and gave her the look that said, let yourself go and I will take you to the highest heights.

He surveyed the sight before him it was every red blooded male's wet dream, stockings heels, black lace encased breasts, but not the run of the mill brassiere oh no she was far more Parisian bordello than that here she stood in a tight French basque with which was connected to her sheer stockings with flimsy suspenders. God did she know what she was doing. This scape before him only made him lap more eagerly at her pulsing achingly hot needy pussy. Her cries were wanton if she wasn't paying for the most expensive room he was convinced she would have been asked to leave for the utter filth flowing from her mouth "eat my rich horny cunt make me scream fuck me with your nasty tongue take me now ....oh that's it make me ooooaaa yessss yess make me oh eat me" 

Clearly having a stranger invade her in the most intimate and open way was too much for her brain to take in, as instead of being the well spoken corporate ball breaker she was reduced to making the sounds of a gutter whore, but was he complaining not a bit of it he just licked and lapped more fervently anxious not to miss a single drop of her honey. He could taste on his tongue a combination of the freshness of a recent shower or bath and the unmistakable taste of woman, not a girl but real woman. She wanted more, she hoisted her left leg on to the adjacent dresser allowing him even greater access, he to the extent that he was allowed given she still had silk wrapped around his neck pulled back to look into her eyes, they were swimming in a world of lust, not focusing one instant and staring intensely the next. It was at this point that he realised once again she was in control, that was going to change he mused. 

He stood up looked her in the eye and without breaking stare he yanked and ripped her flimsy thong snapping the lace as he pulled, he leaned forward and kissed her with tongues forcing her to taste herself she writhed and moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth, he pushed her back hard against the cold mirror, she gasped almost losing her footing from the dresser. He thrust her hard against the mirror grasping the tops of her nylon encased thighs and hooking his strong hands in her suspenders, he knew she could feel his engorged cock through the denim which was evidently causing a very pleasurable friction, he dry fucked her hard for a few moments before stopping at the point where her moans were once again approaching climax. 

Next his plan became crystal clear in his head of how he would force her to be totally submissive. He lifted her soaked French lace knickers from the dresser and teased them in to her mouth making sure she knew not to say no and then without warning he tied her silk robe belt around her head obscuring her eyes, at first she resisted but the firmness and boldness of his actions convinced her not to resist too much. He sensed her mind whirring, what is he going to do to me, what is his plan, when will I feel him inside me, only he knew. He stepped back from her taking in "the view", here she was a total stranger in 4" fuck me pumps, black sheer nylon stockings with deep lace tops, leading to a full basque, her pussy wide open framed by suspenders, he could see her lips visibly pulsing in anticipation of further invasion.

He took out his phone and snapped a few mementos silently, his silence caused her to shuffle nervously, she began to circle her hips seeking something familiar. The pink sparkly duty free screamed at him from the dresser, he reached for it and uncovered the vintage rose, his next move was sealed. He covered the distance between them and then without warning slipped the shiny foil topped bottle just inside her steaming sex, twisting and pumping the bottle achingly not giving her any real penetration, he moved to her ear and began his verbal assault on her. "how do your cum soaked panties taste, as good as my hard cock, you are my whore aren't you ...nod if you want more (her head responded) ....I bet when you woke this morning you secretly longed to be fucked like the gutter whore you are ....here you are you don't even know my name and you are being fucked slowly by a bottle of rose.....her body language of thrusting and grinding against him told him she wanted to hear more" inch by inch he began to give her what she wanted, he began to give sharp deep thrusts of the bottle inside her rapidly widening lips.

He resumed his assault "what does my whore want now, she wants real cock doesn't she, she wants me to soak her womb with my sticky cum" that was too much for her as her excitement of being brutalised took over she began to quiver and writhe and she must have simulated a deep euphoric cry as she spat her lace gag clean out. "oooohhh oooooghhhh yesssss harder harder fuck me deeper, ooohhh ohhho ooohhh yesss yesss agggghhh ahhhhh ooooh, make me scream you bastarrrrdddd ooooh yesss" he was displeased with her having spat clean her knickers, yet torn as once again hearing her excitement was a huge turn on and was only adding to the awesome power hold he held over her. He exhibited his power and displeasure by promptly removing the source of her pleasure, he felt the neck of the bottle and then teased his fingers into her hungry mouth, she greedily sucked his fingers like a last meal on death row, moaning and humming across them. 

Although a very pleasurable sensation, he wanted more, he lifted her leg from the dresser running his strong hands up the sheer nylon, before grasping and groping her ample chest which was spilling from the deliciously tight basque. He reached her shoulders applying pressure forcing her to submit to her knees, now his helicopter view gave him a truly intoxicating view of her heaving curves, she had truly magnificent breasts, until now her legs held all his attention, but in that moment he made a pact internally that he would soon feel those firm feminine mounds wrapped round his aching meat. 

She complied and sunk to her knees ready for the next stage of his controlled fantasy; he released his jeans and pushed them to the floor. Instantly she became aware of something through the restrictions of the silk covering her eyes, she leaned forward putting her hands together behind her back in an act of total submission and began to kiss his cotton prison furiously, she alternated between short kisses to long wet kisses and even licking his shaft through the buttons, he was in ecstasy and in hell simultaneously. "Oh let me at it....let me feel you hot and hard , ooooh agggggh slurrpppp slurp mmm I can't wait to taste my pussy on your hard meat ..." then she started biting at his cock like an animal "give it to me now ....let me taste my horny pussy" 

He would certainly give her what he wanted, why would he deny himself her talented mouth, that would be crazy, but not now instead he leaned down and mouthed in her ear, "my slut wants to lick her cream, doesn't she (nod of agreement) open wide and take it deep in your mouth" she began to swirl around the invader of her mouth, it wasn't hard hot cock meat instead he was fucking her face slowly with her vintage champagne, still she sucked greedily at the slickly covered bottle neck, then once the bottle was clean she pulled away and resumed her assault on the cotton struggling to keep them apart. He pulled her to her feet spun her around bent her over the dresser. 

Clad now in torn cum covered stockings a basque and killer heels his prize lay wanton and helpless before him, he struck her hard with the palm of his hand across her curvy rear "owww owww oagghh agggh" she sighed and again he struck her this time high on the thigh "owww owww oagghh agggh." The cum was now boiling inside him, "what am I going to do with you now, what does my slut need??" he inquired rhetorically. 

"fuck me, fuck me hard make me scream ...fuck me hurt me just fuck me now" he lined up his throbbing cock at her red engorged hole and dipped the tip just inside her lips, he began to slowly fuck the entrance thrust after thrust barely parting her sodden lips "deeper you bastard....deeper harder deeper!" He tugged her hair which caused her to yelp in pleasure or pain "stop teasing me your dick feels tiny....show me what a big man you are, come on commme onnn fuck me now you....." she raised up on her toes forcing a new angle where he could really plough her hard, the temptation was too great and he thrust deep inside her, he had never felt anything like it, he felt himself just keep pouring his meat inch after inch deeper than ever before. 

Meanwhile she was in ecstasy as his considerable girth forced her wide open, he managed to pleasure and excite the whole of inside her red hot pussy, it felt like he was able to everything, could she have him forever? "more more give fill my filthy hole real good, oh harder ...harrrddderrr fuck me ooh that's it more more" the filth came spilling from her corporate lips which only moments ago had been sucking his cum off her champagne bottle. He retorted with dirty deep buried filth of his own "who's my slut, who owns your filthy cunt, scream harder if you think your worthless pussy deserves more cock, let me hear you say what a filthy whore you are and how you want to be abused by hot hard cock all night long.....let me hear you now" 

A look of concern not visible to him spread across her face as she began to truly realise how dominant he wanted to be and how submissive she was going to have to get, her mind was spinning, not her ass, he wouldn't do that would he, for all her bravado and previous exploits her ass remained a holy grail, she enjoyed it being stimulated but was not ready for having his meat spear her in two. She began to use the strong internal muscles she worked hard to maintain and prided herself on, she was going to milk him until it hurt. 

He sensed the change and tried to withdraw to retake control but she combined the sensations with a mental assault on him, which caused him to abandon his obsession and desire for control. "can you feel how much my hungry pussy wants your meat, she wants you to bathe her in salty cum, why don't you cum deep deep inside me and leave me standing here with your cum dripping out of me" to him the thought of his seed still freshly dripping down her ripped stockings as he closed the door on a nameless encounter had a certain appeal, but so too did fucking her all night long in every conceivable position. As the words crossed her lips she truly felt in control, in this continual power shift encounter for now she remained supreme, but if he did just leave her there who was in control then her or her unknown invader?

Wicked thoughts crossed her mind, perhaps she should let him walk away and then without moving order room service. She imagined it playing out like this. A quick call to the kitchen to request a "hot dog", a knock at the door, a further knock at the door followed by "hello room service" she would respond "cum in" . A young underpaid undersexed, athletic looking man would enter the suite round the corner and be faced with a situation far beyond his filthiest fantasies. There before him would be his Mrs Robinson but instead of titillation and flirtation his older woman was screaming fuck me with her body language. Cum dribbling down her torn stockings, breasts fighting against the tight basque, legs covered in nylon leading to hooker heels, he would surely do the decent thing?! She imagined a faceless intruder savagely ploughing her pussy so hard it felt like it was about to bleed, thrust after thrust until as she struggled to milk his strong athletic cock he removes it and unleashed gallons of sticky frustration on to her back neck and hair. Would he call his friends and colleagues and give her even more cock, god her imagination was twisted. Cock after cock fucking her ....a dream. 




Rewarding Wesley



I sighed the instant I walked through the door. Some women are upset because their boyfriend’s don’t do enough housework. I was upset because mine was doing too much. He knelt on the carpet in front of me; his head bent low, the back of his neck exposed. Usually I placed a thick black collar around that neck, but this morning I had taken it off before going to work.

"I want you to have a day off," I said to Wesley, stroking his neck and lifting his face to look up at mine. "You are doing a great job, and you deserve a break."

"Yes, Mistress," he had replied, his voice meek, as always. When I had first met him, the meek demeanor and submissive behavior had driven me wild with desire. I’d loved the way he lowered his eyes and worshiped my body, not hesitating at all to complete an order I gave him. In my few years as a would-be-Domme I’d never encountered such an obedient submissive, and Wes was a treasure. Great body, great kissable lips, sexy voice. 

"Good boy," I’d smiled, leaning in and kissing his lips. As always, he hardly kissed back, seeming to hold something inside. The passion that I always felt when I kissed him didn’t seem to be returned. His lips allowed mine to ravish them, but did no kissing of their own.

So, happy that my live-in boyfriend slash submissive was going to relax for the day, I had left for work. But upon walking inside, I could see that he had not taken my request seriously at all. It looked like Wes had scrubbed the entire house with a toothbrush, the way it shined. 

I didn’t know what to make of this. On one hand I felt terrible that he hadn’t taken the day off. Wes had been living with me and serving me for over a month; it was time for him to have a break. On the other hand I felt angry that he had disobeyed me. I choked on my emotions and turned my attention back towards Wes, his bent head, and his curved back. His skin seemed to shimmer in the dim light, and I was tempted to take him upstairs and allow him to pleasure me. Shaking myself off again I lifted my arms, slipping my coat off my body and hanging it on the coat rack.

"Wes," I said, softly, "You did a lot today."

"Yes, Mistress," he murmured. I could see his lips curving into a small smile. He was happy that he had pleased me.

Walking over towards him again I sank to my knees, taking his face in my hands. 

"Wesley," I said, keeping my voice soft and at what I hoped was a comforting tone. "I didn’t want you to do any work today. I just wanted you to relax."

Wesley’s eyes met mine, a mixture of fear and excitement flashing across them. "I’m sorry, Mistress," he said, looking at my face as I frowned at him. "I wanted to please you."

"There’s more to life than pleasing me, baby," I said, sitting down on the floor next to him. "Will you stop kneeling and talk to me seriously for a minute?"

Wes didn’t move, his brow furrowed with puzzlement.

"Sit down. Now." I said, a bit sternly.

This time there was no hesitation. Wesley moved gracefully from his knees, sitting down next to me. He crossed his ankles and held his arms behind his back, thrusting his chest out towards me as if I had bound him in the position. Sighing with frustration I put my arm around him, hugging him towards me almost motherly.

"Wesley," I said, "I know that we have an odd relationship. But it is a relationship, and I want to be able to be something other than your Domme sometimes. I want to be your girlfriend. Is that possible?"

"If you wish, Mistress," Wesley said, his body held tight against mine.

"Will you hold me?" I asked, tenderly. But he didn’t move, his arms remaining tight around his back and his legs crossed in front of him. "Please, Wes," I murmured. "I have never been in the dominant role for this long before, I need to slip out."

"May I speak, Mistress?" Wesley asked softly. I nodded furiously, wanting more than anything for him to speak. "I want to serve you," he said. "I don’t mind if you want to slip out of your position…just let me take care of you. I’ll draw you a bath, wash you, cook you dinner…"

I sighed in exasperation. 

"That isn’t what I wanted," I said, taking my arms away from him. Shoulders drooping I walked out of the room, towards the stairs and up to my bedroom. I didn’t know what to do. Was Wesley so far gone in the fantasy that he couldn’t snap into reality again?

I shut my door and sat down on my bed, my head in my hands. This wasn’t a three-hour session that I was used to; this was an every day situation that I’d walked in to. Perhaps when Wesley and I had discussed what we were looking for in our relationship I hadn’t understood what he meant by twenty-four-seven. Maybe he actually did mean nonstop. But this was too intense; if I wanted to keep our relationship going I would have to find some way to make him relax, to take some time for himself, and to get some of his own pleasure back. 

By the time I was ready to leave my room I had a plan.

"Wesley," I said. "I would like to see you in the bedroom at once."

Obedient as always Wes came walking down the hallway, his arms at his side, and his blonde shaggy hair nearly in his eyes. When he came to me he halted, his hands clasped behind his head and his eyes downcast as usual. Most days this aroused me, but today it almost frightened me. I wasn’t ready for this responsibility; I was barely twenty-five years old, not old enough to have another human life to look after.

Without saying a word I pointed to the bed, and Wes positioned himself in the middle on his stomach, his hands and legs stretched out spread-eagled for anything I might want to do.

"Not tonight," I said. "Flip over, on your back."

Wes moved over, rolling to his back, his eyes looking at me in puzzlement. Without meeting his questioning face I walked to the side of the bed, taking one of his wrists with one of my hands and the cuff attached to the bed with another. Snapping it shut, I moved down to his leg, and locked it to the corner of the bed. Walking around him I attached his other two limps in place. One more item, a blindfold, lay on the dresser next to my bed. Climbing up, straddling his body with mine, I covered his eyes with the fabric, locking out his vision.

"You’ve been very bad, Wesley," I said, still sitting on top of him. I took one of his nipples in each of my hands and began to stroke them softly. He whimpered, as he always did when I played with his chest, but didn’t part his lips at all. "I wanted you to take a break. You work very hard and you deserve a break."

Wes moaned as my fingers pulled his tiny nipples away from his chest, stretching them out and then letting them relax again. Instead of hurting him I toyed with him, teasing him, running my nails over his skin as I continued.

"Since you won’t give yourself a break, I’m afraid I have to reward you some other way."

Under me, Wes was breathing heavily. With each breath he took my body rose, and I could feel his skin growing hotter through my pantyhose. That wasn’t the only thing growing; I could feel his cock swelling near my bottom, the head of it prodding my ass.

"Mistress," Wes whimpered, his hips pushing up towards my body. "Please, I just want to serve you."

"What are you afraid of, Wes?" I asked him, my voice still soft and gentle. "Just relax. There’s no way you can escape, so just enjoy your reward."

Squirming restlessly underneath me, Wes whimpered again, his lips parting slightly. I wriggled down his body, rubbing my thighs against him. I knew he loved the feel of the scratchy soft hose against his bare skin, and I used that to my full advantage as I made my way down his trim stomach. Reaching his now fully erect member I stopped my movements, allowing myself just to sit on him as he writhed underneath me.

My boy’s face seemed to be twisted with agony, but I knew he was in no pain. I frowned as his brow furrowed, and his lips pursed tightly together again. He tried to stop moving, I could tell by the way his muscles tightened that he was struggling with himself, but his hips still gyrated softly underneath me.

"Mistress," he whispered. "Please release me. I want to please you."

"Just relax," I said again. "Stop complaining about it or I’ll have to gag you."

Wesley shut his lips tightly again as I wriggled over his cock, the thickness of it pushing against my pussy. The feel of it aroused me and I could feel myself growing wet as I rubbed myself over his cock, pushing the skin of it around roughly with my body. 

Moving once again I shifted myself and crawled backwards down his body, bending over to place soft kisses on his belly as I moved. My chest rubbed softly against his manhood as I licked lightly at his soft skin, kissing him and nipping him, trying to get him to show some reaction other than the swelling of his cock.

He didn’t make a sound, which angered me. I wanted to please him, to reward him for a job well done, but how could I do that if he wouldn’t let me? Shutting my eyes I moved further down his body, between his bound legs, and placed my lips upon his thighs.

The skin of his thighs was slightly moist with perspiration, the smell musty and filling my nostrils. Inhaling deeply of the scent I opened my lips, taking a mouthful of his thigh and sucking on it lightly, lapping at it with my long tongue. Still no reaction from him, his body mostly still, no sounds escaping his mouth.

What was he thinking? Why was this so hard for him? I was angry with myself for not making him do this earlier, and angry with him for not responding in the way I wanted him to. Determined to make him enjoy himself I put my lips around his cock, taking the full length of it into my throat, and sucked on it lightly.

Finally a reaction from him. Wesley pushed his hips up, forcing his cock back into my mouth as I slipped off of it, a moan of pleasure escaping from his lips. As though started by his own loss of control Wesley went silent in mid-moan and his butt fell back on the bed, his hips still once again.

Slowly I moved my mouth off of his staff, giving him what I hoped was a taste of luxury with my tongue as I pulled off of him. Wesley lay on the bed, his head to one side and his chest moving up and down slowly and steadily with his even breaths. Smiling to myself, I thought that my treatment might be having some effect on him. His cock was stiff in front of my face, and I licked my lips at the thought of kissing it again, but instead decided to tease him just a little bit more.

With my long fingers I began to stroke the soft flesh between his legs, running my hand through the crack up between his balls and along his thick cock. Wesley’s tension finally seemed to be melting away, and when he breathed a heavy sigh I smiled to myself and kissed his cock once again. The head tasted salty and I lapped at it momentarily before climbing on top of him, straddling his stomach and looking down at his closed eyes.

"Baby?" I whispered, throatily. "Look at me, sweet heart."

Almost reluctantly he opened his blue eyes, looking at my face and allowing me to see what he was thinking. His face was a perfect mirror to his emotions, and I loved it. I put my palm to his cheek and stroked his lips, running the pad of my fingers along their softness.

"Are you relaxed, now?" I asked. I bent down, my legs still on either side of him, my breasts brushing against his chest through my blouse. He nodded and I smiled at him. Lifting myself from his large body I stepped to the floor. "I’m going to release you, but I want you to stay right there. We’re still going to have some fun, okay?"

Wesley nodded, his lips slightly parted. I could see the edges of his white teeth between his soft lips, and just a hint of his red tongue. Not bothering to walk around to the other side of the bed, I reached over Wesley’s body to reach the cuff on the opposite side. My cleavage dangled in front of his face, and I heard his breathing become a little heavier as my breasts brushed against him lightly. Smiling to myself I threw the cuff to the floor and straightened out again to reach the nearer one. The cuffs on his feet were soon released, and he was free from his bonds. Wesley lay on the bed, still spread-eagled, as I smiled at him. 

"I’m going to get undressed, now," I told him, reaching for the top button of my blouse.

"May I help you, Mistress?" he asked sweetly.

I shook my head. "Just watch and enjoy, baby," I suggested, my eyes never leaving his as I undid the six buttons holding my blouse together. Slowly, seductively, I peeled the cloth away from my chest, exposing my white breasts covered with a black lacy bra.

I heard Wes suck in a breath, and my heart fluttered at his excitement. We’d been living together for some time, but he still loved the sight of my body. I slipped the skirt off of my long legs, revealing the matching panties, and kicked it to the side.

"What do you think?" I asked, my voice sugarcoated, as I did a little twirl for Wes. 

"You’re beautiful, Mistress," he whispered, and the sincerity in his voice made me happy. 

The insides of my thighs were wet from wanting him, and I took my bra and panties off quickly to get to him sooner. Putting one leg on the bed, I exposed my pussy to him, and stroked it a few times with my middle finger. Wesley licked his lips, and I moved my hand away, crawling the rest of the way on the bed, my body spread out on top of his. My bare breasts pushed against his chest, and I could feel his stiff cock teasing the lips of my pussy.

Bending my head I placed small kisses on his strong neck, teasing the skin of his throat with my tongue. I felt the moan against my lips before I heard it as he writhed underneath me, his hips rising to push the head of his cock into my wet folds. I moaned with him as I felt the smooth cock pushing it’s way inside my body, and laughed even as I pulled away.

"Mistress," Wesley moaned, his hot breath on my face as I kissed his lips passionately. 

"What is it, darling?" I said, smiling into his face. 

"I want…" He trailed off, his arms coming up from his sides and wrapping around my torso. It felt so good to be in his arms, I could feel my body molding to his. "I want to taste you, please."

"If that’s what you want, baby," I nodded, kissing him again. My tongue ran over his sweet lips and felt the sharp texture of the edges of his teeth. 

I shifted my body, kneeling up and turning around so that my bottom was facing Wesley. I backed up until my face was directly over his throbbing cock, my pussy above his lips. Eagerly Wesley’s hands gripped my hips, pulling my body down slowly until he could taste it easily with his mouth. I shut my eyes and moaned at the first feel of his long tongue stroking my nether lips and prodding my most sensitive flesh. 

For a few moments I relished the feel of his tongue busily lapping away at my juices, but as soon as I opened my eyes, snapping out of my momentary daze, my mind was locked on the throbbing cock in front of me. There was no teasing involved as I took it into my mouth this time, opening my jaws wide so that I wouldn’t scrape the sensitive flesh with my teeth. Wesley’s gasp heated my pussy as I swallowed the head of his cock, licking at the stiff staff as best I could.

I felt Wesley’s body moving underneath me as he thrust into my mouth. Slowly, smoothly, I pulled my lips up and down on his hard cock, wetting it entirely until I was slipping rather than sucking. His tongue didn’t falter for a minute, and soon I had to stop my sucking to take a deep breath.

"Oh, god, baby," I hissed, pushing my hips towards his face to get his tongue deeper within my depths. It was not enough though; I wanted his cock in me right that moment. 

Against my body’s wishes I moved away from his face, turning back around and directing his hard staff into my wet body with my fingers. I sat straight up, my head thrown back by my desire as I began to ride him, my breasts bouncing as I used every ounce of strength in my legs to move myself up and down.

My movements quickened and my body bent forward, my hips pushing down to impale myself further on the staff. 

Wesley’s face was bright red, his mouth glistening with the juices he had licked off of my body. His eyes were shut tight, and I could see his tongue between his open lips. Smiling I shut my eyes again, sitting back up to get his cock deeper inside my body.

My face felt flushed, and I knew that it was. My breasts seemed heavier than ever before as they bounced on my chest, and with a small outcry I came in an explosion of shivers. Muscles spasmed, my pussy tightening around Wesley’s cock. 

Wesley’s eyes opened, and my wide one’s met his gaze. I smiled widely, still moving up and down on his cock. Usually we would stop after my orgasm, Wesley settling between my legs to lick up the mess before I fell asleep in the bed. This was for him, however, and I was determined to give him his fullest pleasure. 

It didn’t take much, just a few more movements, and I felt Wesley’s body shudder underneath me. A warm feeling filled my body as his cum emptied into my pussy, and I paused in my movements to watch as my sub writhed underneath me in pleasure. 

Opening his eyes again, Wesley finally returned my smile. I scooted off him slowly and lay down next to him, our sweaty bodies sticking together on top of the covers. In a wet, sexy mess, I fell asleep.

I woke up in the night, Wesley’s warm breath making the hairs on the back of my neck tingle. I sighed happily and scooted closer to his warm body, relishing the strong arms wrapped around me. 

"Mistress," Wesley said softly, his voice filling my ears. 

"Can you call me Sue, baby?" I pleaded, rolling over in his arms to look into his blue eyes.

"Sue," Wes said, his lips forming the name beautifully. "I love you."

I brought my lips towards him for a warm kiss. 

For the first time since Wesley had submitted to me he seemed to be kissing with passion. His usually soft and plaint lips pushed at mine, dragging something out of me that I didn’t even know had been there. I moaned and pushed my breasts closer to his bare skin, my nipples growing hard almost instantly, and felt a rush of heat flow straight between my legs. 

"Oh god," I murmured, nearly out of breath from the passionate kiss. "I love you."



Rewarding Wife



"Bill," I heard as I opened the door to enter the house. "Mom already left for work, can Jenny come and stay the night?" My wife worked the 3rd shift at 7-11 on the corner. "I suppose so," I answered, "did mom leave any special instructions?" Kelly always left some sort of 'honey dew" list for me to do while she was at work. Usually, it consisted of a few little things that she didn't get a chance to finish during the day. Occasionally, she left some sexually explicit instructions in it, with a photo attached to enhance the request. "On the table by the phone. Oh yeah Bill, would you go and pick Jenny up? Her mom is using her car." Damn kids, its always something. "Julie, will you please make my dinner?" I replied as I was opening the note from my beautiful wife.

'Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't get a chance to clean the bathroom this afternoon. If you would be so kind as to do this for me, I promise that I will give you such a special reward, you'll want to clean the bathroom every week. And in case you think I'm fooling, take a look at the pics I took this afternoon for you. And I saved a few of your favorites while surfing the net today. I'm sure you will like them. I did.' I almost came in my trousers when I saw the pics. There was my gorgeous wife, on her knees, with a 10 inch dildo up her pussy. A smaller, more life-like cock toy was in her mouth, as if she were sucking one cock, and fucking the other. There were several pictures in the series, ending with her licking her juices off of each of the cocks. The last thing I wanted to do now was clean the bathroom, but if she was promising me a night like this, I would have cleaned it with my tongue. But I decided to put it off for a little while. I still had some pics to check out on the computer, anyway.

After dinner, Julie and I went to pick up her friend. They giggled all the way home about something. A lot of whispering, a moan or two, and then "tee,hee,hee..." all the way home. They may have actually been saying something, but I was concentrating on those photos that my wife left. And the throbbing in my crotch that was caused by these photos. As we pulled in the driveway, Jenny thanked me for picking her up and promised that they would give me no problems tonight. "We'll be on our best behavior. Perfect little angels" she said with a sneer. "You better be, cause neither of you are to big for a spanking if you aren't." Up they went to Julie's room for what I thought would be the last time I saw them tonight.

Sure enough, there were the cute little teen pics my wife had saved for me. She is such a sweet heart. She claims that she looks for them for me, but I've seen her rubbing herself while she was looking at them. We have a very active sex life and enjoy sharing our fantasies, as well as playing some of them out. We've discussed my 'obsession' with teenage girls, and we both agree, they're hot! As I gazed at the pics she had saved for me, I pictured her rubbing her pussy through her jeans while squeezing her nipples until they were hard little buds. Licking her lips as though she was savoring the young juice that she was imagining lapping from the sweet pussies before her. I could almost smell the aroma of her sweet pussy in the air. 

As I sat back and imagined my wife kneeling between the teenagers legs, lapping at her pussy like a kitten drinking warm milk, I couldn't help but take my stiffening cock out of my open robe and stroke it. With each flick of her tongue, my cock throbbed harder and harder. Just as the girl and I were about to cum, I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I swiftly shut my robe and turned around to see what it was. There was Jenny, in an oversized tie dyed t-shirt, staring at the 18 year old on the monitor in a very suggestive position. "I'm sorry you saw that" I said, as I minimized the screen. "That's alright, Bill, my boyfriend looks at that stuff all the time on my computer. I kind of like it, too. It makes my pussy tingle." And gave me such an impish smile, I almost came right then. "You go on back up to bed now, Jen. Better not to mention this to anyone." She turned, and I watched one of the cutest little asses trot upstairs.

Now that I was back to reality, I remembered that Kelly had wanted me to clean the bathroom. I logged off the computer and grabbed the cleaning supplies. I had only the shower to finish washing, and I was finished. I decided to kill two birds with one stone. As I was rinsing the cleaning agent from the tub, and the shampoo from my hair, clear images of that look on Jen's face as she stared at the monitor. Then, to top it all off, she said she enjoyed looking at naked girls. I couldn't help myself. I had to finish what was started earlier. I needed relief.

I guess I must get carried away when I fantasize, because I didn't hear the bathroom door open. Then the shower door, and in came Jenny. As she reach around me to shut the water off, my cock rubbed against her pierced belly and almost exploded at the touch. She dropped to her knees and looked up at me with that grin. Shoving the entire 7" of my cock down her throat and pausing when she got to the base. As she slowly started her withdraw from my shaft, I knew the feeling that was rapidly approaching. "I'm going to cum" I warned her. Just as I left her lips, my cock started to erupt. The cum covered her right cheek and ran down her chin. Spurt after spurt of hot cum fell on this girls face, and she just looked at me and smiled. When I was finished, and had caught my breath, Jen asked me to take some pictures of her with my digital camera. That way, I could always look at them and remember what they did. And besides, she wanted a copy of them too. 

I took several shots in various poses for her. She wanted to show her boyfriend and maybe post some on the internet like the girl I was looking at. I was mainly interested in the facials. I knew a certain lady who was going to enjoy them, too. I left a message for her to look when she got in. 

I felt her warm breath on my neck as she whispered "I see you got my reward for doing your chores."

"I love you, Kelly!"

"I love you too, Bill."



Rewards



He slid inside of me. My legs lifted around His back and locked at the ankles. His fingers locked with mine and held me down against the mattress. 

“Look at Me!” He demanded. 

My soft green eyes lifted to the darkness of His own. His gaze was fierce and heated. 

“A reward for your patience with my schedule, little one. I have been terribly busy and haven’t taken care of you as is deserved. Your delicious body left unmarked and unused for days. This should never happen. And I intend to correct it.”

His lips slid into a smile, tender and adoring, wicked and promising. His hips pumped hard and fast, the head of His cock sliding deeper with each thrust. 

His gaze roamed down to my breasts, bouncing and jiggling with each movement of His body against mine. 

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He whispered, taking a long, slow lick of my nipples, one by one, His teeth digging in, biting and pulling. Pain shot through me, then pleasure as His warm mouth suckled softly, soothingly.

I shook my head. He knew that I didn’t consider myself as such. 

His hips slowed to a near stop and He lowered Himself down to rest fully atop me. 

“You are most beautiful when you are naked and kneeling, your eyes lowered. Special when you are draped over My lap, your lush ass hot and red from My disciplining hand. Decadent when you are splayed in My bed, your hot puss dripping all over My cock. So precious when you give all of yourself, never hiding away from Me.”

Slowly He pulled His hands from mine and unhooked my ankles, placing my feet flat on the bed. His legs drew up until He was straddling my hips, His cock still buried deep within my body. 

In silence, He reached over to the bedside table, pulling open the drawer and extracting a set of leather restraints. With slow, methodical movements, the cuffs were secured around my wrists and my hands lifted up to wrap around the brass scrolling of the headboard. 

“Don’t move them. Don’t even twitch. Understand?”

His voice was stern and His cock grew inside of me when I nodded my compliance. 

“Good girl.”

Once again He reached over into the drawer, this time removing a black leather blindfold. 

“Lift your head.”

I did as He bid me, and my world darkened as the thick black material covered my eyes. He tied it deftly, and gently lowered my head back to the pillow. 

“You are beautiful and exquisite this way too…bound and helpless beneath me. In your submission and in your surrender, if you could only see yourself through My eyes.”

His tongue licked across my lips, His teeth nibbling on the lower. His hands wrapped themselves around my ankles and lifted my legs up, pressing my feet against His chest. He pressed on the inside of my knees, forcing my legs wider, stretching the muscles. He angled His hips down and moved hard and deep.

“Don’t move. Just feel Me fuck you.”

I did surrender. I did submit. I gave Him all He asked for and more. I remained completely still as His body plundered mine. I heard the change in His breathing. I felt the change in His movements. Behind the blindfold I closed my eyes and inside my mind watched Him fuck me, watched Him claim me. 

I saw His ass clench tight as His hips plunged forward. I saw His knees dig into the mattress as His fingers gripped my legs and His eyes traveled my body, noting every distinct change.

My toes dug into His chest and He moaned. 

“Keep your legs wide, sweet whore,” He gasped, letting go of my thighs. His fingers gripped my nipples and squeezed, pulled, and twisted them into taut aching erect buds of sensation. 

It was my turn to moan.

“That’s it, My girl. Let Me hear you.”

His fingers tightened on my flesh as His hips ground into my pelvis. I moaned again. Louder. 

“To whom do you belong?” He growled, His body once again fucking hard.

“You, Master.” His hips rotated tightly causing me to gasp.

“Who owns you, sweet girl?” His tone was almost harsh, His lust fierce.

“You do, Master,” I whimpered, lost in His possession of me. I had missed this so. I had needed this, never realizing how much…

His fingers left my nipples. One hand slid under my hips and began playing with my ass. His other hand and His long warm fingers found themselves fondling my dripping puss and clit. 

“Yes, My love, you belong to Me.”

His fingers flicked over my clit and His cock pumped slow and steady into me.

“Every inch of you inside and out belongs to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I said brokenly, my head angling back, my lungs aching for air, my body aching for release. 

The days had been long and the nights even longer. Work. Friends. Obligations. All took His time and He fell into bed exhausted every night. 

But now, He was with me. Hours this night dedicated to His dominance and my submission. His handprint still fresh on my ass where He’d spanked me earlier, spanked me simply for His pleasure and because He’d missed me, spanked as a reward for my support and love. 

One finger slid into my ass, wet and slick from the juices that were dripping around His cock from inside of me. I cried out at the invasion, a cry of such sweet torment and need. 

“Come for Me. Come for your Master, girl,” He commanded. 

With a quivering breath, I obeyed, shattering around Him in a blissful shower of slippery heat. His answering groan brought a smile to my soul. 

“Wrap your legs around My back again. Do it. Now.” 

I complied and was rewarded by the solid weight of Him lying across my body. He brushed His wet fingers over my lips then kissed me with sweet reverence. His finger slipped from inside me and both His hands slid under my ass, lifting my lower body up tightly into His. His hips were steady and His movements were measured. 

He was going to cum.

His cock grew inside of me. His gasps were shallow. And within seconds my womb was flooded with white-hot sperm.

He moaned. He grunted. He growled as He emptied Himself into me.

My arms ached and my body trembled from tension and from release. He pressed His lips to the pulse beating in my neck and sucked on my skin before pulling Himself out. Our juices dripped over my thighs as He moved off the bed. 

“Keep still, pet. I am not done with your rewards just yet.”

I felt warm come sliding out of me and down to the sheet beneath. I felt the cool air from outside as He opened up the window. 

I heard the rain and the thunder in the distance. 

And then, I heard a swish of air. And another. 

I tensed, and inside, I felt peace. No, He wasn’t done with me…



Rewards



“Kitten?”

“Yes Master?” I replied dreamily, letting the rich tones of your voice wash over me as I lay in your arms.

“I have a task for you to carry out today.” I could hear the playfulness in your voice, and I opened my eyes and turned my face up towards yours.

“You have?” I held your dark gaze with my own.

“While you shower I’m going to lay out your clothes for work today. You are to wear only what I leave on the bed.” Your smile was soft from the glow of this morning together, but your eyes held mine firmly and your voice had assumed the tone of quiet control I love so much. I nodded softly.

“During the day I want you to spend any spare moments you get imagining me between your knees, teasing you with my tongue. At sometime today I want you to go to the bathroom and pleasure yourself until you cum.” My eyes widened with shock and a blush began to spread across my cheeks.

“When you’re done I want you to return to your desk as if nothing had happened, and for the rest of the day you are to remember all the details and think about how you’ll tell them to me tonight.” You pulled me closer to your body and placed a kiss on my forehead. Your fingers trailed over the full curve of my breast as you waited for my response. My mind whirled with thoughts about the task, my blush deepening, before I whispered my somewhat hesitant reply “Yes Master.” My eyes lowered as I felt my body begin to fill with excitement from your touch and thoughts of your task. I felt your fingertips slip over my skin, down over the smooth curve of my mound. You pressed your fingers between my lips and stroked me slowly and teasingly as you whispered to me.

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that there will be a punishment tonight if you don’t complete your training to my satisfaction, and a reward if you do.” I looked up again at the mention of a reward and my lips curved in a slow, sexy smile. “Now you’d better get up or you’ll be late again!”

I took a hot shower to soothe my body, my mind filled with tantalizing thoughts. I washed my long, chestnut hair and covered my body in spicy-scented gel, cleansing away the mingled smells of us. I heard the sound of the door closing and your car starting outside as I stepped from the shower, and pulled on my robe.

In the bedroom you had set out my clothes on the bed as promised and I smiled at your impeccable taste. I pulled on the black hold-up stockings you had left first and slipped the short, black skirt on over them. The tight, pink silk shirt completed the outfit and I smiled at my reflection as I fastened the buttons, noticing how my nipples poked at the smooth, slightly transparent fabric. I was surprised that you hadn’t left underwear for me to remove but found the prospect of being without it exciting. Finally I slid my feet into the high heeled shoes you left at the foot of the bed, feeling very sexy as I know you wanted me to.



I went to work thinking of what you were asking me to do and what I could already feel it doing to my body. By the time I got to work I was aching with need, the cool breeze on my hot skin, the way my breasts bounced just a little as I walked and the knowledge of what I was to do building my excitement. 

I sat at my desk for as long as I could stand, which was about 15 minutes, and then slipped away to the bathroom. I went in and thankfully it was empty so I chose the far cubicle and locked the door. I leaned back against the door and found that though I wanted to cum so much I couldn't bring myself to do it right away. Eventually, after calming my ragged breathing, I eased my skirt higher and started to play my fingertips over the wetness on my thighs. I closed my eyes and thought about you being on your knees before me planting hot, wet kisses over my burning skin, your talented tongue about to explore me. I felt my nipples harden and moved my hand up to pinch them lightly through the soft fabric. I began to ease my hand up inside my shirt as the fingers of the other hand climbed higher, starting to trace over my wet lips. I pressed two fingers inside myself, remembering how you always knew just how to touch me, my thumb sliding over my clit feeling it swell. I pushed my shirt up to free my breasts and just then I heard the outside door open and someone go into one of the other cubicles. I froze, my eyes snapped open and I was suddenly aware of the image of myself standing there so exposed. I felt too many emotions to express properly but more than anything I felt completely horny.

I waited for the sounds of whoever it was to flush, wash their hands and leave and let out my breath without realizing I'd held it. I suddenly panicked - 'could they have seen my feet set apart close to the door', 'could they smell sex in the air', 'did they wonder why the person at the end was so quiet' - but even as my cheeks began to burn I started teasing my nipples and my fingers found the heat again and I began to fuck myself. My need was such that I worked my fingers in fast, hard circles over my clit, cumming in a very short time. As I came I bit my lower lip - too terrified to make a sound - and threw my head back, sliding down the door a little as my knees weakened. I thought of you and felt the shame you surely wanted me to feel at what I'd done, but it took nothing from the shuddering pleasure filling me ......... maybe even enhanced it. I waited for my breathing to calm and then straightened my clothes and went out, washing my hands and looking at myself in the mirror.

I liked what I saw, the flushed pink cheeks, and the bright, sparkling eyes. I went back to my desk and got on with my work, trying to avoid conversation, knowing I'd have that 'glow' about me and not wanting anyone to see it. My mind drifted back to it all day, as you knew it would.

I rushed home to you and found you naked in our bed waiting for me. I closed the door and leant against it looking at you, my face displaying my lust clearly.

“You look very sexy Kitten. Just as I knew you would. The task has given you quite a sparkle in your eye.” You smiled at me, my body already starting to respond to you. “Now strip.” you ordered, your voice low and full of need. “Take your clothes off so that I can see your body. The body that belongs to me.” You lay back against the pile of pillows and watched me, appraising my body as I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it from my body. I watched your eyes travel over my breasts, your lips pressing together almost unconsciously as you looked at my stiff nipples. I unfastened my skirt and let it slither to the floor.

“That’s enough. Keep your stockings and heels on.” You growled, your hungry eyes devouring me. “Come closer…..”

I walked towards the bed slowly, letting my body move sensually to tease and arouse you further. You moved to the edge of the bed and pulled me to you, your hands sliding over my hips and behind me, cupping my ass. You looked up at my eyes and whispered “Did you think about me going down on you today?” I nodded uttering a breathy “Yes Master.” Your lips pressed to my nipple and sucked lightly on the firm peak, your hands kneading my ass. “Did you play with your pussy as I said you must?” Again I nodded, whispering “Yes Master.” Your lips engulfed the other nipple, flicking your tongue over it before biting it a little. “Were you embarrassed as much as excited to be doing such a thing?” Your hand moved around me, pressing between my thighs to touch my wetness. I felt your fingers trace over my lips gently pushing between them, my response barely more than a moan. You looked up into my eyes and whispered “And did you cum for your Master my Kitten?” I ran my hand over your broad shoulders as I huskily replied “Yes Master, I did.”

A broad smile spread across your face as you stood up, pushing me back against the wall. You pressed your body against mine and brought your fingertips to your lips, sucking my honey from them. My body ached for you, my breasts rising and falling with each deep breath I took, trembling all over as I watched you. You pushed my hair back slowly on one side and pressed your lips to my ear letting your hot breath wash over my neck. “You’ve been a good girl today Kitten.” You cupped my breasts, squeezing them, teasing the nipples. You sank to your knees before me and I closed my eyes as you pushed my thighs apart, a soft purr escaping my lips. “Time for your reward.”



Rewards







Rewards



"Ahem." He spun around, dragging the coat from the doorjamb and saw Katarina before him. He had been so lost in thought that he had not heard her enter. "Now is not the time for play, especially with that coat. You should be ready for supper." Her voice matched the teasing look in her eyes. Nodding, he picked up the coat and replaced it on the doorjamb, did up his shirt, retrieved the tie from the floor and did it up.

"Just need a jacket. Um... I didn't know you had a key to my room." 

"You will also need a partner. Tom Morgan called this afternoon and invited me to dinner." She placed the emphasis on 'me'. "I have a feeling that we both may benefit from this occasion. As for the key, I have my ways, Stefie"  

"Yes. I have seen you get your way quite often. Soooo, I have time on my hands, eh?" He turned back to the coat.

"No, I have arranged for you to dine in the Rotunda, in five minutes to be precise." She saw his shoulders droop, and then rise as he turned to face her.

"Well then, mum, have an enjoyable evening and I shall see you...?"

"In the morning I dare say." She looked over his shoulder at the coat. "I hope that won't be stained in the morning." Smiling, she kissed him on the cheek and returned to her room. He followed her out the door a few seconds later and made his way down to the Rotunda.

Seated at his table, he looked round and saw no one he knew, not surprisingly. He ate the meal, and was leaving when a flash of fur caught his eye. 

It was heading towards reception, this floor length silver fox, the shoulders of which seemed to be fighting with and losing to the mane of red hair. The voice was strident... and known. He followed and stood to the side as the coat confronted the receptionist over her room. The receptionist was adamant, as was silver fox. 

"Janet." The coat swirled as it swung to face the voice, the face as red as the hair, the eyes fiery and then melting into the deep pools of brown he knew.

"Steve. What are you doing here?" She then spun back to the receptionist and glared at what had been said before returning her attention to Steven, sliding across the floor to him. She reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, drew his lips to hers, and kissed him hard. Steve was glad that he had to bend, because the touch of the sleeves on his cheeks and neck sent trembles through his body and caused his penis to start growing. Her kiss and her tongue also aided in that effect. She stepped back. "Well?"

"Having a week in town to celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

"Birthday, my eighteenth." He had to grab her as she started to faint, managing to cradle her before she fell too far. "Are you feeling okay?" 

"No, silly, gotta stop drinking like this I guess." The smell of cheap scotch reached his nostrils. "So who are you here with?"

"Just mum."

"Lucky bastard." She closed her eyes, "wanna come up to my room. To be honest, I think I'll need your assistance, anyways." She tried to stand up under her own power, but fell back into his arms. Her attention returned to reception. "I presume I still have that shithole ya call a room?" Assured she had, Steve assisted her to the lift. The trip from close of doors until he opened hers was in silence. He helped her in and onto the bed, and then turned to go. "No. Stay a while. I need to talk to someone." 

Steve closed the door and sat on the chair. He took out the cigarettes, offered her one, which she refused. He lit his and waited while she adjusted her position on the bed. Under the dimmer lights of the room, Janet Ross retained her beauty. However, downstairs, her face had appeared bloated. She was talking about her day, her week, and her life. He answered with the appropriate words as required. He was troubled that remembering she was three years older and a fellow student did not stop his thoughts of stripping her of clothes, laying her upon that coat and fucking her; moreover, after fucking her, fucking the coat. He shook his head, apparently at the wrong time as her scream elicited. Then again, she was sitting on the bed; the coat slipping from her shoulders to the bed as she then undid the blouse and pulled it from the skirt. Maybe now was the time to pay attention to her.

"Look at these tits." She freed them from the bra, grabbed and thrust them at his face, falling forward as she did. His passing view was indeed worthy of comment "Damn," as she struggled to regain her balance, the sleeve of the coat now rubbing against both nipples and breasts, "didn't think I was that top heavy." She laughed and fell forward again. A moan followed and Steve felt the urge to help her up, but she started to rise before he could. "Ever had fur rub against ya nipples and breasts?"

He gazed down his jacket and looked back at her. She saw the bemused look and fell forward again, laughing louder, more unrestrained. It was muffled by the fur, and was replaced by another moan as she regained some composure. Another attempt at rising resulted in her sitting legs akimbo, but balanced, her arms crossed over and slowly moved over her breasts. "That's the trouble with boys. No titties." Steven did not comment. "But all boys have better toys, some which are better than others. How big's yours?" More laughter; this time because of his embarrassment. "Damn, don't be shy."

Steven started to rise, but her repeated falls had her on the edge of the bed, enabling her to reach out, grab his arm and also preventing herself from falling again, revealing her breasts again. He stared at them, rounded, firm, slightly upturned with two hard nipples. She made no move to cover them. In fact, she picked up the sleeve and started rubbing it over them, hardening them even further if that were possible. The look in her eyes was a mixture of alcohol-induced serenity and sexual desire. She sat back, releasing his arm.

"Don't you like me?"

"That's not the problem, Janet. I just don't feel that what you are after is something that I could freely give you.""

"Wadya mean?" 

"A one night stand."

"You think I want you to fuck me? Holy fuckin' shit." Her jaw dropped, her hands fell to her side, and then she laughed. Finally, "Hell, I don't even know ya name, just ya face. And even that is a mystery to me." Once more, her face was buried in fox muffling the laughter, this time a bitter one. 

Steve rose, looked down at her then looked around the room, found what he was looking for, walked over, and picked up the wastepaper bin. He placed it beside the bed. An eye appeared from the fur.

"So, what's ya name?" She laughed and jumped from the bed, knocking him back into the chair, her half naked form falling upon him. "Now Steve, I know you are a gentleman, but even a gentleman gets horny every now and again... and judging from your groin, either ya smokes a pipe..." Steven's blush answered the implied. "So, ya don't wanna be able to say ya screwed a senior? Or do ya want her to beg ya to fuck her?" She snuggled into him, at the same time starting to undo shirt buttons. Steve sighed heavily. Her perfume was enticing, her hands now under his shirt were teasing, and her hips, well, and those hips were emoting in a manner that his cock fully comprehended. Her lips brushed lightly against his, then pressed as firmly as down in the reception area. Her tongue darted in and out, and then around his mouth, his hands found those breasts, fondled, squeezed, and teased them, drawing a deep-throated groan from her. Lips still joined; she rose, drawing him with her. Finally, she stepped back. His tie was undone and removed, his shirt followed. He stopped her there, and sat down in the chair.

"You first." She cocked her head, bemused, and then removed her bra, skirt and panties. She stood before him in stockings. His eyes roamed her body; breasts that had filled his hands with a slight overflow, a flat tanned stomach, a triangle of reddish-brown, almost sable coloured, fur hiding her vagina. He lent forward, reached over, and let his hand stroke her belly, then down to her groin. He felt her shiver. "Put the coat on if you are cold." 

"I'm not cold." She stood before him, then sat down, and parted her thighs, revealing partially what her pubic hair had hidden. All the while, Steve could feel his cock growing, in fact, during the kiss and fondling, pre-cum had leaked out and he could feel the wetness. He bit his bottom lip and adjusted his position, hoping she would not notice. She did not, immediately. "Got something in your pants?" Not for the first time today, he was greatful for the loose pants. He shook his head. "Hmm... maybe this will fix that." She rose. 

Picked up the coat and slowly slipped it on. She turned the shawl collar up, rubbing the fur against her face. Smiling seductively as the collar hid then revealed her face. Her hands slide down the coat, flattening the fur, then fluffing it as she drew them slowly back up over her breasts. She walked over to the chair and bent forward so that the coat now brushed his chest. She acknowledge the tremor that rippled through his body by reaching down and grasping at his cock, an action which drew a gasp from Steve followed by an equal gasp from her as she felt the weight of him.

"O boy, that is one heck of a toy ya gots there." She started stroking it through the loose pants. "How long before you have a sticky solution down there?" Before he could answer, she stopped her stroking and unzipped him, slipping a hand inside. First through his underpants, and then just on his bare flesh, she stroked him. His moans betrayed him. "You ain't a virgin is ya?" still stroking, a finger sliding along his slit, teasing the opening, spreading the pre-cum. She stopped. "Stand up, and drop 'em" removing her hand from his cock.

He did as told. She moved against him. That was all it took, that plus the fact that the silver fox was cool, thick and being crushed against his body, his cock started jerking, his hips joined in and before Janet could move back or to the side, Steven came into the fur. He waited for her outburst. It did not come. She clung to him, kissing him, rubbing stroking his back and sides with furred arms. He pushed her back onto the bed and slid his still hard cock into her wetness. 

"Oh yes, Steve... fuck me but good." Her hips rose, her pussy was fur and flesh. He crushed her and the fur, writhing upon her, in her and fox, hands grasping handsful of fur, savouring the pleasures that seemed to be overwhelming him. Both were moaning loudly as they strove to make the other their own. He could feel the wet area where he had cum in the fur; the fur around his shaft was sticking as it was to her pussy lips. Neither cared, as both were lost in primal lust. Her fox enhanced legs wrapped around his waist, her arms were under his, and his face was buried in the collar, muffling his moans, moans surpassed by hers.

He felt it first, her pussy tightening its grip, sucking milking his cock. Her hands grasped his ass cheeks drawing him deeper into her, and adding more fur to the furriness that surrounded shaft and pussy. Her moans increased in volume and insistence, urging him to ram home harder. 

"Oh fuck STEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEE." Her back arched, she trembled, tensed, squeezed bucked as he thrust deep in her. Then he felt her vaginal muscles. If they had been squeezing before, now they wanted to claim his cock as their own. 

"Oh SSSHIIIIIIIT!" Tremors were racing up both spines. Hips jerked. Breaths held and exhaled loudly, neither a moan nor a groan, just a rapid satisfied sigh as climaxes stayed then slowly drifted away. Neither made to leave the others arms. Breathing was all that mattered, and in Steven's case, separating fur from air was a minor problem. 

Minutes passed, minutes spent recovering, remembering. He lay upon her, in her, kissing her forehead, moving tussled and matted hair from her eyes. She continued to stroke him, unaware initially that action was again stirring him for she was stroking his sides and they he knew from experience loved the sensations generated by fox against them. 

"Steve, are you getting hard again?" He smiled knowingly. "You are sure you ain't a virgin?" 

"I can state categorically that I am definitely no longer a fur virgin."

"Fur?"

"Uhuh. Thanks to your umm... insistence, I am no longer a fur virgin." She looked at him, started to push him away and felt his hardness move in her wetness. A bite of her bottom lip was followed by a moan.

"Okay, I'll pass on that one." Her hand rose and stroked his hair. He rolled partially off her, not enough for his entire shaft to exit her, but enough for the cooler air of the room to send a shudder through her body and his as it slid through the furry covering. She smiled. 

"So, do I have bragging rights?" She pushed him away; causing him to wince as his cock stretched before slipping from her. She continued pushing him until he was on his back and she was sitting on his belly, a position that he found not at all disturbing. It is amazing how horny that fur coat was when it was teasing his cock. 

"You get bragging rights. However, be warned. If I hear of your bragging, I shall inform those folk that you needed the aid of a silver fox coat to achieve orgasm."

"I didn't notice the coat preventing you from cumming." As way of reply, she opened the coat and rubbed the collar against her breasts. A hand fell, grasped the coat, and rubbed it over his chest. She stopped suddenly and looked at her hand, and then the area of coat it had held. Her eyes narrowed her mouth hardened.

"Did you cum on my coat before you came in me?" Anger and amazement resulted in her voice rising in pitch as she spoke. Before he could answer, "but you were nowhere near cumming when I let your cock go... or were you?" she sat there, pondering, "you said fur virgin." Realisation, "You DO get off on fur. Were you fucking me or mum's coat?" Another flash of knowledge, "Shit, mum's coat!" She pushed from him, crawled to the edge of the bed, swung her feet to the ground, and stood up. "Oh fuck! I am dead." The bathroom beckoned her and she responded. The next sounds Steven heard were that of dry retching followed by supper and lunch.

When Janet reappeared, she was pale, naked, and red-eyed. The coat trailed behind her. Steven was standing at the window, looking over a darkened Central Park, dressed. 

"Sorry about that." she said weakly, "I guess it all hit me at once." She tossed the coat onto the bed, Steven seeing the matted fur in two areas, no, three. She dropped to the floor, babbling away, Steve trying to make sense.

"Janet," quietly, "Janet," louder. She looked at him. "I can have the coat cleaned for you." 

"How long will that take? Isn't it ruined? She'll be in town in two days."

"That is even better. I can have it done and back here before she gets here. She won't even know what happened." He approached her, hands outstretched to help her up. She accepted. "I know a furrier who will do it for me." He winced. "Just have to escape mum." Silence enabled both to think out their respective positions. Janet broke the silence.

"Will you take it with you tonight?" Steve smiled at her acceptance. He just hoped Andre would be as accepting and as quick. She handed him the coat. Next thing Steve knew, she was kissing him deeply. A lingering passionate kiss, or a kiss of relief, he cared not. When they finally separated, she walked him to the door. "Thank you, Steve."

"Janet, it is more a case of me owing you. I doubt if you will ever know the effect that tonight will have, indeed has had on me." Her laugh puzzled him, her reply as she shut the door behind him even moreso.

"Wanna bet?"

There was no light showing in either his suite or Katarina's when he arrived at their doors. He thought about knocking on hers, but decided that there would be too many questions when he remembered the silver fox. Not that he actually had forgotten it. It just did not seem a smart move to make at this stage. He had gambled once tonight and won; twice might be pushing it too far. He unlocked his door and entered, closing it quietly behind him. He passed through the lounge and entered the bedroom where switching on the lights revealed that his coat was as he had left it. He put the silver fox on the bed and undressed, his eyes darting from his new coat to the silver fox and back. He picked up the coat from the bed, slid it between the sheets, clambered in after, and snuggled into the thick fur. 

He looked around for another light switch, found and used it and the room plunged into a form of darkness. The cool sheets, the cool fur... a memory still strong of Janet and the coat. He rolled onto his stomach, feeling the fur move beneath him. Face buried in the collar and shoulders, he reached beneath the coat and drew it to him. Hands again enjoying the feel of fur against palms and between fingers, the sleeves in a position to stir his sides as his cock grew and hips started moving it into the thick guardhairs, into the dense underfur. Rubbing his face and cock into the fur, feeling it teasing pores at will, he moaned and started remembering the feel and compliance of Janet and her pussy. 

After 13 years of liking the feel of fur, and eight of masturbating with fur, four with his own furs, he had finally achieved his ultimate fantasy. He had fur fucked a woman, cumming in her whilst she wore her coat, in her fur whilst she was wearing it and soon, as his thrusts became faster, in her coat unbeknownst to her. Damn, Andre had better be good to his word. He rubbed his hands against his furred chest as his felt his cock growing harder, pre-cum making hairs stick to his cock as he fucked the coat. The guardhairs exciting, enticing wherever they caressed his flesh, he parted his thighs and then closed them, trapping the coat between them, the fur even managing to tickle his asscrack. He tried preventing his cumming by stopping. 

His toes tingled. His right foot cramped, forcing him to try and cure the cramp without rising. Last thing he wanted to do was escape from this heavenly touch. One benefit of the cramp; he forgot about cumming so that once the cramp was gone, he could return to fucking that fur coat and it's owner again with renewed vigour. 

The cramp passed. His hips moved his cock through the fur, guardhairs slipping into his slit, the underfur caressing his shaft with each thrust. His hands pressed the fur against his belly, the sleeves caressed his sides, and his toes tingled; a sensation that creeped up his spine, his body and was released with his cumming in the fur. Usually after cumming, he discarded the fur. Not tonight. He slipped into a deep sleep minutes after he rolled onto his side drawing the coat around him as best he could.





Rewards



"I know her more intimately now." The bravado did not put Katarina off.

"I see." She rose. "And what do you intend to do today, more shopping?"

"Since I have been granted a very nice birthday present," he walked to her, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lightly, "thank you, Trina." She looked at him, puzzled. "The money in my account?"

"What money... oh wait, yes... from your father's estate. I forgot about that. Tom mentioned it last night. As I said, it was a rewarding evening, for us both. You will have to see him in a couple of days and sign some papers." She hugged him. "Your father was a very clever man, and if you are half as smart, you'll have Tom's job before he knows it." She released him, as he did her. "Want any company today? Or are you and the girl...."

"I have no idea what Janet is doing, and didn't make any plans with her last night. Since making that call to the bank, I think a return trip to Andre's is called for. You don't object?"

"Not at all. I am going to go prowl through Saks and maybe Reveillon. You might like the fur departments, but I doubt if you would like the other sections I will be prowling. Looks like our trips to the theatres will be a bit later, if at all?" Right eyebrow raised, the querying look was almost a plea.

"Trina, we shall go to the theatre. I promise." A hug and another kiss, this time on the cheek and she made towards the door. "Room a bit warmer now?"

"Yes, Stefie, and it is chilly out, so wrap up."  

Chilly did not describe it adequately; Freezing was the correct description. He drew his leather coat tightly to him as he walked from the Pierre to Andre's, the bag acting as a partial windbreak. 

Andre's reaction to his return was unexpected. His reaction to the news of the 'accidents' was unexpected. In both cases, Andre failed to register any visible reaction. The silver fox brought one though. 

As he inspected the matted and tangled fur, Andre muttered undecipherably to himself. His eyes moved from the stains to Steve and back. 

"When is this to be picked up?"

"Well, tomorrow afternoon would be good."

"Hmmm, that is a possibility. BUT, I am not saying that it will be here then. You certainly did enjoy yourself, and judging by the lining," he opened the coat and revealed the dark stain on the silver silk lining, "your partner did as well. Is it her coat?"

"Her mother's" Andre bowed his head, shaking it slowly at the same time.

"Okay." He pulled himself to his full height of five foot eight, raised his head so that he looked straight into Steve's eyes. "Be here at 4.30 tomorrow afternoon." 

"Um..."

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if I could look around the furs. Seems turning eighteen has a monetary benefit." Andre had moved though the curtain when he started asking and continued. Steven awaited a reply, his eyes darting around the salon, ears waiting for a comment or a sound from Andre. None was forthcoming. Perplexed, Steven moved towards the curtain and stepped back hurriedly as Andre appeared.

"Here," handing him a card, "you might find that this place will cater for your needs a bit better and with a lower cost than I." Steve looked at the card, and then back at Andre, but Andre's back was to him and then the curtains blocked him entirely. Another look at the card, the curtains, a shrug and he turned and left the salon.

The card had an image of a coat and a dress on it superimposed with the words 'Second Time' and an address East 53rd. In addition, Steve without a map necessitated the return to the Pierre.

"Steve. Over here." Janet's voice cut through the lobby. He turned and saw her approaching him, hair akimbo as usual, eyes bright, face smiling triumphantly. Arms wrapped round him and she kissed him deeply on the lips, a kiss that lasted longer than a polite good morning kiss. Finally she stopped and stepped back from him slightly, still smiling. "Where have you been?"

"Andre's" He made to move towards the newsstand, but she blocked his route. "I need a map." as explanation as he sidestepped her and moved to the stand. There were none.

"What for?" He showed her the card. "I know where that is. Mum shops there occasionally, when she wants something that will impress once and can then be thrown out." She laughed gaily. "Come on, it isn't too far. We can stop off somewhere and have a coffee and some food. I am starving. You?" She was moving off even as she spoke and he had to hurry to catch her. "Could do with that coat now."

"Coat? Oh it's at Andre's."

"So I gathered." She turned up the mink collar of her woollen coat and bowed her head into the wind, actions repeated by Steve. They proceeded in silence. Coffee and bagels were consumed enroute, warming and satiating hunger pangs. Finally, they arrived at the shop. Steve stared at the display window and mentally felt deflated as the only fur that was visible consisted of two collars and a mangy looking jacket. Janet tugged at his sleeve,"come on, its better inside." Checking the time, 10.45 and betting that he would be out by 11, he reluctantly followed.

Inside was at least out of the wind. It was also glaringly bright, almost garishly so. Racks seemed to take every square foot of space, with meandering pathways barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through. Janet continually drew him deeper into the room, navigating the paths easily. Steve was wondering what had possessed Andre to give him this card, as all he could see were dresses gowns skirts jeans trousers in every sort of fabric but fur. Well, real fur, because there was the occasional rack of faux fur articles. Still Janet lead him further into the shop until she stopped as if to get her bearings, and then charged off, dragging him with her, at right angles to their previous trajectory. A stairwell appeared, and Janet made for the foot of the steps, waited until he had joined her and then proceeded to climb them two at a time. Steve, now more depressed trailed further behind her as she climbed not one, two or three but four flights.

"Stay here." she said when he finally caught up with her. She then took off up the next flight. Steve did as told and stared vacantly at the wall that prevented further movement from his position, other than through an obviously locked doorway. He leant against the railing and waited. A door being locked followed by footsteps of two people coming towards him down the staircase brought him back to a form of attentiveness.

The Eurasian beauty that appeared at his side gained his full attention. Their eyes meet, smiles appeared, and then the lady passed him, proceeded to unlock and open the door, then step aside so that Janet then he could enter. A click and the lights of the room came on as a wave approaching the beach, from the furthest wall to the nearest, each progression revealing more furs. Awestruck, Steve stepped forward and looked from right to left. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Janet then the Eurasian, who burst into laughter at the expression on his face.

"You are feeling alright?" There was an accent there, but not from Asia, more European. It was all Steve could do to smile and nod his head. "I gather you judged what was to be from what was." Another nod. "Many do that, and I never fail to enjoy their bewilderment when they see this and the next floor."

"Another floor like this?" Steve's bewilderment was diminishing, but the voice was a giveaway.

"Not furs, but Haute Couture and top name fashion." She made her way into the room; a movement made easier by the fact that although furs filled the room, there were wide aisles between the rows as opposed to the ground floor layout. She turned and faced Janet and Steve. "My name is Sarah. Andre told me to expect you, although seeing Janet again was and is unexpected. You are supposed to be coming here on Friday with your mother." Janet made to answer, but Sarah stopped her with a raised hand. "No matter, your mother would not bother with this room." To Steve. "I can't recall your mother coming here, but I have only been here for twelve years. She may have been before." Turning back towards the far wall, she continued, "Now, the furs here are either used or stock that furriers or department stores found excess to their requirements. They are set out in fur type and size; men's at the far-left end, two rows then start the women's. The last row is children's. All details are contained on the tags. If you have any questions, to your right on that wall is a call button. Enjoy your browsing, and I hope you find something you like." With that, she turned back to face them, smiled then passed through the door, stopping only to close and lock it. 

They stared at each other and then burst out laughing. 

"Now that is how to be imperious when sober." said Janet as she began to move towards the men's furs. "Coming?" Steve started after her, but stopped and headed down the aisle between the racks. At the end of the aisle were sofas and two armchairs on three sides of a rectangular coffee table on which sat a tray with two cups, two plates, and a coffeepot. Beside the coffeepot was a box. He opened it, removed a donut, and offered it to Janet. "Still hungry?" She shook her head, but sat down in the nearest armchair and poured herself a coffee. Steve sat down opposite, the box of donuts in his lap. Both looked around the room. 

To Janet, it seemed immense, whilst Steven thought it about the same size as his bedroom. He pointed out that mirrored tiles covered the furthest wall. They slipped into silence as they ate and drank. Only when Steve had finished his third donut did he make any effort to talk, let alone rise and move off. 

"Men's this way, aren't they?" heading to his left. Janet nodded and rose. "Why are you here? I mean, besides knowing Sarah and this place, what are you going to gain from wasting your time here?" The question stopped her in her tracks. 

"I just thought..." She stopped and caught up with him as he was moving down to the men's area, "I just thought that you might like my company. Plus last night, well, I did enjoy it."

"Yeah." He blushed. "I didn't mean to be so blunt." Stopping to stroke a coat. "Sable." To none in particular, then turned to face Janet. "Do you often get that imperious and wrathful when drunk?" 

"Wrathful?" He reminded her of her remarks to the receptionist, her face reddening as he gave an abridged blow by blow replay. "Shit, I hope mum doesn't learn about that scene." They arrived at the last aisle, which Steve started moving along, checking the occasional tag on either side after having stroked the sleeve or whatever part was closer to his reach. Janet held back noticing that it was mainly the longer haired furs that attracted his attention. He stopped, removed a hanger, and showed its garment to her. "Trousers?"

"Have seen them in sheared mink in a magazine, but never in silver fox. What do you think?"

"Will they fit you?" He hung the trousers over the rack, and started undoing his pants, looked at her and turned away from her, dropped his and retrieved the fur from the rack and slipped into them. Turning back to her, he tucked the shirt in and posed for her.

"Elasticised waist helps." He took a couple of steps and froze, eyes widening. Janet queried him. "Um... would you believe they are lined with," he pulled the waist out and looked down, then turned the waist over so she could see the long guardhairs as they were granted a brief freedom, "blue fox?" 

"Maybe it would be best if you removed them... quickly." He stared at her, nodded and reluctantly removed them. Having slipped his trousers back on, he draped the others on the hanger and handed it to her. Casually, a hand slipped inside them, moved about feeling the fur tease it. "At least you didn't stain this one." The hand shot up and deflected the jacket that had flung in her direction. Smiling as she picked the jacket up and replaced it from whence it had come, Janet took the trousers back to the sofa, placed it between their coats, and returned to see him slipping a pale red coat on. 

"Golden Island fox." He walked over to the mirrored wall and inspected the fit of the coat. It reached mid calf; he flexed his shoulders and arms and noted that there was adequate room within the coat. The collar was notched; the coat itself was double breasted. He noticed that Janet was behind him after he had felt her hands running up and down his back.

"MMMMMmmmmm. Does it feel as good to wear as it does to touch?" Her hands were now cupping his asscheeks, then moving up his back to the collar which she turned up and framed his face. He nodded, his hands slipping into the pockets whilst her hands continued to stroke the underside of the collar, pressing the thicker pelt against his cheeks sensuously. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes. He broke the silence.

"Better add this one to the trousers." He started to remove the coat, but she stopped him as her hands came round his waist and held the coat closed about him, her face now rubbing into his furry back.

"Not yet, please. You had your fun with me last night, now it is my turn." Her hands stroked the fur, running both with and against its fall, every down stroke getting closer to his groin. "Are you hard?" There was no immediate reply, a hand dropped to his groin and pressed through the fur until it felt something long and growing longer and fatter. "You are certainly getting there." The hand stopped pressing, fell away as did the other arm and Steve found himself able to remove the coat freely. Turning, he stared into her eyes and saw that same lustfilled look as the night before. She returned his gaze, eyes unblinking. The coat hung over his arm, falling between them, his hand stroking the fur soon joined by hers. 

"That's a nice coat." It was Sarah. Neither had heard her enter, and both jumped slightly at her comment. "Have you selected any others?" Janet removed the coat from his arm and, taking Sarah's arm, headed back to the sofa. Steven stood there, eyes following both females as they walked away from him, Janet's head cocked towards the shorter Sarah's as if in deep conversation, her free arm moving as if her hand was again stroking the fox fur. He remained transfixed until he could not see them above the top of the intervening racks. Shaking his head, he began to move down the next aisle. It took several more minutes before his mind returned to choosing furs without diversion to what had just passed. Again, Janet had taken the lead, if not directly, then at least been the prime motivator. His cock was shrinking, but the wet spot in his boxers served as a reminder of what might have been.

Alone, he was able to enjoy the sensations of every fur that he stroked. It wasn't that he didn't like Janet's company, far from it. It was that what had been a private delight now had to be shared and he had felt uncomfortable in her presence, even though she appeared to like fur as well. Uninhibited, he was now able to enjoy the furs. 

Each sleeve had to be stroked against his face, occasionally a fur would be removed from the rack and he would bury his face into the collar, whilst holding the fur tightly to him. He wished that he were at home, naked and able to appreciate the libidinous effect that these furs were initiating. He then replaced the fur and moved on.

Sometimes he thought he heard noises coming from the far end of the room, but he was enjoying the furs too much to try to ascertain what was causing them. He felt sure that Janet and Sarah were responsible for it, but he had more pressing things on his mind. 

He looked back over the furs he had passed for he was at the end of the last row for men. Time to get selective and put the use of these furs first. That eliminated half of them as they had leather inserts that in some cases were quite visible, an occurrence that was quite disconcerting when the coat was neither feathered nor a chevron pattern. The decision also eliminated a crystal fox coat that had the widest collar on a coat he had seen, wide and also dense and lush. He remembered a couple of coats in close proximity to where the trousers had been and walked back to them.

The first was a mid thigh coyote, trimmed with a pale brown fox. He removed it from the rack and inspected it closely, checking neck, elbows, cuffs, and edgings for excessive wear. There was some substantial wear around the three closures, and closer inspection revealed that the second closure was broken and loose. Back it went. 

The second was two sizes too big when he had tried it on but it did have a lovely crystal fox collar, nearly as wide as the already discarded crystal fox coat. The fox continued down the edges of the coat and the bottom, a full three inches wide. The fox also ran from the collar across the shoulder seem and down to the cuff where it became a band of three inches. The rest of the coat was Fisher, Russian according to the tag. He listened intently for a minute, heard no sound, and proceeded to remove his shirt. He unhurriedly took the coat from its hanger and inverted it, listening to the pelts to see if they had dried out. 

Satisfied with the condition of the pelts, he slipped the coat on, a shiver running up and down his spine as he felt the cool fur caressing his upper body and arms. The additional sizing was a benefit as it allowed the coat to move against him, the varying feel of the fisher and fox stirring his loins once again. He walked to the mirrored wall and inspected the result. The pale brown satin lining highlighted the crystal fox that was rolled over at the edges. Turning up the collar, a collar that surprised him when he had inverted the coat initially as it was again thick and lush on the underside, he gazed at his reflection as he slowly swayed, hands occasionally moving over the lining to press the fur against his flesh fully. Smiling, he moved back along the aisle, picking up his shirt and hanger and proceeded to the other aisle. 

Absently running his free hand against the sleeves, his mind was racing with thoughts of cold nights and his now expanding fur collection. Trina was right; some of those furs in the closet could now be thrown out. Damn, this coat was turning him on with every step. The contrasting furs were definitely a matched pair. The collar, still upturned, was teasing his neck and cheeks. Turning his face slightly allowed the guardhairs to tease his nose and nostrils. Tremors ran up and down his body, matched only by the flexes that were occurring with his penis, a penis that was now rigid, leaking, and desirous of fur or, even better, furred pussy.

 A sleeve caught his attention. He placed his shirt and the hanger over the rack and looked at the sleeves before him, running his fingers lightly over them. He shook his head, clearing it, trying to think what it was that had... he found the sleeve with the odd sensation. Lifting it, he ran his hand against the silver fox, pushing the guardhairs back. He saw what was different. 

Between each two inch strip of fox was half an inch of black mink. Because of the fullness of the fox, the mink was invisible, until your finger moved the hairs aside and ran across the mink. There was no mention of the mink on the tag, but the size was just right. Second hand, it may have been, but inspecting the coat thoroughly failed to reveal any flaws. Off went the fisher; on went shirt and then silver fox.

It was a beautiful looking coat, as if each black hair had two silvery partners. It came to his ankles. Double-breasted, he fastened the inside notch over its button, then fastened the first two fasteners, noting that each fastener on the left hand side was actually located on the mink. The collar was notched, and maybe five inches wide at the notch, six thereafter. The fox was thick, silky, and sensuous. His hands stoked the fur repeatedly as he looked at his image in the mirror. Because of that thickness, no movement allowed a view of the mink unless the fox was pushed back against itself and the sheen of the mink was revealed. All he needed now was a hat. Laughing softly, he went back to the fisher, placed it fur out on its hanger and hung it over the rack. The silver fox soon joined it, reluctantly, but there were another two coats he had liked.




Rewards



My Dad died when I was about six and ever since then, I've done my best to make him proud. I'm a straight A student who has never once been in trouble at school. However, I have another responsibility. Being the man of the house, I have to take care of my widowed mother and she takes care of me.

Ever since my eighteenth birthday, my mother would "reward" me for my good grades in a very different way. After I was finished with my homework, she'd check to make sure that it was completed, quiz me with the material to review, and then fall to her knees and suck me off.

Being an only child and a bit anti-social at school, I had assumed that this was completely normal behavior for a mother and son. I made her feel good by doing well in school and helping around the house and she made me feel good by sucking my cock. It was an even trade in my mind.

It was my last week of my senior year of high school when it started to get a bit weirder. I would be headed off to college in the fall and would be away from home for months at a time. My mother voiced her concerns about the lack of a male presence in the house with me away, but I had received a full ride to an Ivy League school and couldn't pass up the opportunity. I would miss the nightly blowjobs, but I was starting to think that my mother might miss them more.

One night as I was cramming for my final exams, I heard the door swing open behind me and soon felt my mother's soft hand on my back. She traced a circle with her nails on my neck and massaged my shoulders gently.

"Are you stressed, baby?" she asked.

"No, I'll be fine. I just need to look over these formulas a view more times," I reassured her.

"OK, well, why don't you take a break for now," she suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea," I agreed, spinning in my chair to face her.

To my shock, my mother had on a red lace teddy, the sexiest outfit I'd ever seen her in. Granted, she was nearing 50 but my mom still looked good. She had a pretty face, accented by her shoulder-length black hair and warm brown eyes. Her ass was nice and round and her tits were about a handful or two in size and still hung high on her chest despite her age. They were on full display in her revealing lingerie and she smiled as my eyes crawled over her hungrily.

"Do you like it, honey?" she asked, turning around so I could get the full view.

I simply nodded, my jaw hanging open.

"Do you want to touch me?" she offered.

Now, I had never laid so much as a finger on my mother, so her proposal took me by surprise.

"Touch you? Where?" I responded finally.

"Wherever you'd like. I figure you're old enough to appreciate a woman's body by now. How about my breasts? I know you've had your eyes on them for a while now."

"Well, I really don't know how to feel them. I don't want to hurt you."

She smiled, took my hand, and led it to her chest.

"Just relax, son, and we'll take it slow," she said, bringing my palm to rest on the top of her right breast.

I felt my cock harden as she guided my fingers across her cleavage and down past her stiff nipples. Her tits were so soft and inviting that I couldn't resist squeezing them gently.

"Yes, that feels good for Mommy..." she cooed.

As I continued to grope her chest, she put her hands in the air.

"Pull off my clothes," she ordered.

I obeyed and tugged at her teddy until it was over her head. I folded it up and placed it on the desk before taking in the sight of my mother fully naked.

She smiled and sat down on my lap. In her position, she couldn't help but feel my erect cock poking her in the thigh. She wrapped her arm around my neck, bringing her tits within inches of my face. I stuck my tongue out and lashed it against her left nipple, causing her to moan softly. Sensing her approval, I took a mouthful of her breast into my mouth and sucked it slowly. Her hands wandered down and disappeared between her legs.

As I had my way with my mother's big tits, she had begun to stroke the rock hard cock concealed in my pants. After a few more minutes of breast play, she pulled away and sunk to her knees. In a familiar position, I sat back and watched as she undid my belt and zipper and pulled down my jeans and underwear to reveal my throbbing member. She licked her lips and took hold of it, running her hands up and down the shaft and massaging the head with her thumb.

"This will be one of the last times I get to do this for you," she said sadly, her eyes fixated on my stiff cock.

"Aw, come on, Mom. I'll be home for Christmas and during the summer," I reminded her.

"I know, but I like it every night... and I know you do, too," she replied.

"Mom, don't try and convince me to go to stay home for school again. I'm going away and that's final," I said firmly.

"Well, let's see if I can't convince you otherwise," she said, flashing a seductive smile.

She planted a few loving kisses all over my balls and traced her wet tongue up my shaft before sliding the first few inches of my shaft between her soft lips and into her hot mouth. My eyes closed in ecstasy as she slurped my cock loudly, tickling my balls with her fingers.

I had never received head from another girl, but I knew that my mother was skilled at her craft. She was able to fit the entire length down her throat and always swallowed my load when I was done. As I watched her suck me, my hands roamed down to her boobs, bouncing wildly as her head bobbed in my lap.

I took hold of one of her tits and held it in my palm. She placed her hand over mine and popped my cock from her mouth.

"Do you want to fuck these?" she asked.

I was taken aback, not at the offer, but at my mother's language. I had never heard her say the f-word before.

"Uh, yes, I would..." I managed to croak.

She scooted forward and laid her tits on my knees. She then took hold of my cock and positioned it between them. Still wet and glistening from her mouth, it easily slid in and out of her cleavage when she began to tittyfuck me. It was an experience I had never had before and I watched in amazement as my dick disappeared and reappeared from between her breasts.

"Do you like that?" she inquired, noticing my expression.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

"That's what you'll be leaving behind..." she reminded me.

I smiled weakly, but had to admit that she was succeeding in her attempt to change my mind.

"I can tell you're getting ready to finish, honey... do you want my mouth?" she asked.

I nodded and she released me before opening her mouth wide. I took hold of my meat and slapped it against her tongue a few times. I pumped it in and out of my fist, feeling orgasm rapidly approaching. I met my mother's eyes. She was ready, waiting eagerly for my hot cum. As I felt the semen rising in my shaft, I grabbed hold of the back of her head and shot hot ropes of seed all over her face and down her throat. I aimed the last few drops at her tits and she rubbed it into her skin as she swallowed what was in her mouth.

As I caught my breath and collapsed back into my chair, she brought her mouth to my cock again and continued sucking until it was soft and clean again. She kissed the head one last time.

"Just think, baby... are you going to find a girl to do this for you at college?" she teased.

"Probably not. Well, not as good as you can, anyway."

"And don't forget it," she laughed.

She collected her lingerie and handed me my pants and underwear before kissing me on the cheek and leaving me to finish my studying. I had a lot of decisions to make, but my mother certainly made a convincing argument.



Rewards: A BDSM Transvestite Story



Liam would wait hours if she commanded it. He belonged to her. Her wish was his command. The straps were beginning to hurt, but not unbearably so. He hated these lackies she ordered to whip him. It was all for amusement, a test to her. She wanted to see how far he would go, what he could take. 

He was a strong man and could take quite a lot. There was no way he would let her muscle boy lackies see him cry. His only defiance. His pride. Waiting it through, the lashes, one after another across his backside, sore and itching with welts, he sang songs in his head. Trying not to think of his Mistress, her small, slender frame, her soft kidskin black gloves...he would go crazy if he thought of it. He would come right here in front of these muscle bound demons who were whipping him. The humiliation would be too great, and then he would surely be punished for coming without her permission.

Just after a viscous crack of the whip across his thighs, he saw her. She stood in the hallway, watching him with dark almond eyes. Her slim frame dressed in a snow white leather skirt that barely covered her thighs it was so short. Her midriff bare under a lavender colored silk blouse tied in the center where breasts should be but were conspicuously missing. She never made a pretense of being a real woman, but the illusion was just as good or even better without artifice. No padding or special garments, just her. A baby faced woman with the body of a dancer and a 7 inch cock.

A wicked smile from her...Giselle. He absently wondered what her name really was? Tom? William? Brian? None of those names were exotic enough. Giselle fit her nicely. 

“Has he been a good boy?” she asked the lackies, silvery voice and tongue against cherry lips like a snake.

“Yes, Mistress. He takes the whip without complaint. A good slave you have.” One of them answered before both were dismissed with a snap of her fingers. As they began through the door, she called one of them back. His name was Trent. He stood at attention, waiting for her order. 

“Liam, my sweet one...you’ve been good, they say. I am very proud of you. You are well behaved. I would like to reward you. What would you like?”

Liam dared not answer her. He was not sure if she was giving him permission to speak. Was she really offering him a gift?

“You can speak freely. Be honest. I will only reward you this way once. I will give you any fantasy I can give. Tell me, my sweet slave.”

He held his breath. Should he dare ask for what he really craved?

Courage flooded him then and he closed his eyes as he spoke the words,

“Mistress, if you are offering me fulfillment of my utmost fantasy...that would be to have you, Mistress. For me to take you the way I have always wanted to.”

She seemed amused, a light in her eyes. She licked her lips and ran a gloved hand over his bare muscular chest. His huge frame was overwhelming but nothing frightened her. She was in control. She pinched a tight nipple on his chest, then stopped to lick at it a moment with her snake of a tongue. He shuddered under her touch. Would she grant him his wish or would she whip the hell out of him. She walked a =circle around him, long natural hair brushing his shoulder. She stopped behind him, held to his hips with her hands and pressed her skirted hips to his ass.

“You want me?” she asked. “Yes, badly.”

He had not answered her properly. He would be punished for it.

“Perhaps I will give you what you want, but first...Trent, come here and slicken him up for me.”

And Trent, that blond hellfire assistant of hers went to him with a gold jar of cream in his hand. One large finger, then a second entered his anus and stretched him, making the ring of muscles slick with lubrication. Liam bit his bottom lip and felt his cock harden even more. Giselle was stroking his cock now, kidskin covered hand soft and perfect. 

“Understand, Liam.” She said matter-of-factly. “I will let you take me, but for your earlier impertinence, I will only allow it in this fashion.” She turned then and instructed Trent,

“Trent, ride him hard. Make it painful.”

Liam felt his nerves tighten, heart racing. Trent was behind him, impressive hardened cock pressed to his asshole. Liam struggled a bit in his restraints, his arms up over his head and his body bent over slightly, his ass pushed out. Giselle, Goddess, w3as in front of him now and he saw it slowly, like a slow motion film, she raised her skirt, spreading her legs. Thigh high stockings, women’s lace pink panties. The pastel colors on her making her seem soft, like Cotton Candy. She reached back and oiled herself with the cream Trent had, and spread herself for Liam. He dared it, knowing he would feel Trent’s invasion as soon as he entered her. 

Her tight little bottom was fine against his cock, and he slowly went in, sinking his massive cock into her depths. Trent impaled him, though with none of the mercy Liam had shown his Mistress. They were connected, an intricate machine, working back and forth. Liam felt his Mistress’s cock harden. He knew she was hard, though only through the tension of her muscles. He would come soon, right inside her. Trent was slamming into him violently and as painful as it was, Liam was enjoying the feeling of being filled. 

“Release his arms. I want his arms around me!” Giselle ordered and Trent reached up without withdrawing his cock from Liam’s ass, and released the restraints. Instantly, Liam scooped her up in his arms, lifting her off her feet with one arm and impaling her hard with his cock. He found her hard cock under the mini-skirt and pushed down panties, and he pumped it with his hand until she began to come. He massaged her balls, the tightness in them and felt her hot come on his hand. Trent gave him a few more thrusts before he came in the hot tightness of his anus. 

“I’ll give you what you want...” she said then. Wicked smile on her face. And she kneeled in front of Liam, ordering Trent to do the same. In a blast of pure heat and liquid fire, Liam came on her, all over her face, the clear white fluid hitting her mouth, her cheeks, her throat splattered with it. Just then, she looked submissive, as if he were the Master and she the slave. He shuddered again and fell to his knees in front of her, engaging her in a long brave kiss on the lips. She held him in slender and graceful arms, and even Trent gently stroked his hair as he lay in her lap.

“I might allow you to take me more often.” She smiled.



Rewards and Punishments



The inside of the cuffs rub gently against your wrists and ankles, the x bars holding you firmly in place. Unable to stand. Unable to move.

You're naked. Vulnerable. Kneeling in the middle of the living room, eyes downcast.

I sip my wine slowly, and just as leisurely look you over. Savoring both your nude form and the subtle bouquet of the port.

You are so gorgeous pet. Absolutely gorgeous. The broad shoulders tapering to the trim waist. Magnificent cock nestled snugly in the leather cock ring. I drop a tender kiss on your mouth before tracing an earlobe with my wet, warm tongue. Gently nipping.

I'm also naked as my hand wanders down my body, cupping my sex, feeling the soft, gentle lips and their increasing slickness.

"Do you know how hot I am pet? How your sweet submission drives me wild? The combination of pleasure and pain makes me so wet."

I circle behind you, studying that freshly paddled ass. The twin domes positively glowing with sting. It's that perfect shade of red that every handsome man with a deliciously firm, round, spankable bottom should wear at least every once and awhile.

I smile contently at my handiwork. It was only minutes ago that the house was filled the unmistakable sound of leather against rump. That delicious splat sound that makes you hard and me wet. Your soft agonized moans were absolutely enchanting.

Tonight I did not ease the sting of your spanking with my hands or lips. I let the ache linger. Tonight is about the pleasure of pain.

I hold your leather collar out to your lips and command you to kiss it. You do and I snap it in place. Your eyes are still downcast but the collar is holding your head up. A most pleasing picture.

I love you pet. You are so entranced by my beauty, by my voice, by my scent. You have no desire to resist me and that makes my heart so very happy. Your submission given so freely.

I lean into you. My ripe, bare breasts swaying hypnotically before your eyes. I cup their fullness, pushing them up, squeezing them, and teasing the erect nipples.

You almost bite your tongue.

"Lick my nipples pet. Lavish them with your adoring tongue."

You strain against your shackles, futilely trying to move towards the rosy tips.

I smile and dance away. Bare breasts bouncing freely as I gently tease and mock you. "Well if you're unwilling to worship my nipples than I shall have to just worship yours."

Picking up my latest toy, I attach the metal clips to each of your tight buds. The sharp sting makes you draw a few deep breaths as I pull on the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Nipples and cock seem to throb in unison.

Pulsing. Pounding.

I give you a few more tugs but you do not cry out. I am pleased with my pet.

A reward is in order.

I trace a finger between my lips, dip it inside and then withdraw it. The finger shines with my wet nectar as I run it across your upper lip, dampening it.

You inhale my tangy fragrance. Desperately wanting to taste, to suckle my finger. Your tongue flicking out to try to lick the wetness off of your face

I tap your nose in rebuke.

"No pet. You will only travel the path of my choosing. Experience pleasure because I allow it. Never forget that." I pull on the nipple clamps again, enjoying your soft moans.

"That's better. Don't think, just feel. Surrender your body to me."

I pick up the leash that is attached to your cock ring and tug, pulling your cock and balls forward. You are so full of cum. Full for me and only me. I reach down and give your balls a gentle squeeze, which slowly increases to a firm grasp. You inhale sharply, and squirm a bit. I so love being able to make you squirm. I tap your balls lightly a few times, gently spanking them.

"You have to learn this is my cock. You will come when I say, how I say. We really must work on your self control," I scold as I ease the blindfold around you, gently tightening it as you slip into darkness.

I leave you.

You wait. Trembling.

I return and something cool and wet slips between your lips, your teeth reflexively taking hold of it.

A strawberry. A big ripe, succulent strawberry. The juices run into your mouth as you obediently grip it.

I pick up my riding crop and tap your broad shoulder with it. My voice purring into one ear. "You are not to bite into the strawberry. Understand pet?

You nod struggling to keep the fruit in your mouth.

"Good Pet. My hand returns to your cock giving it a quick pat and a pinch. Now, where was I?"

Holding you, I begin to stroke up and down; pausing occasionally to slap the underside of your cock causing you to lurch forward.

Your fingers clench and unclench. Teeth tightening on the strawberry, struggling not to clamp down.

I lean into you massaging your cock and balls, flicking my fingernails over the sensitive underside of the head. I feel so powerful. So Carnal. Every hot inch of this cock belongs to me as I push my nails deeper into the plump mushroom head.

You breath is coming faster, the moans closer together.

Without warning I suddenly jerk tightly on the leash and your cock ring jumps up and toward me.

You groan, biting down on the berry. Thrusting your hips forward as strawberry juice splatters and runs down our chin. I lick you clean with my tongue like a kitten lapping cream. Savoring the taste of the berry mixed with your sweat.

"You have disobeyed me again pet?"

You nod silently.

"I need to discipline you again?"

Another nod.

"Then I am going to whip you with my riding crop. It will sting but punishment is supposed to sting. Do you understand, sweet?"

You do not even hear me, so lost in an erotic mist, readying your body for the exquisite pain you crave.

I grip the crop tightly slicing it through the air a time or two in order to get the feel of it before returning to the gloriously naked behind presented before me.

"There are so many things I would rather do with your naked body than punish you pet," I sigh. "I do wish you would make more of an attempt to behave."

I snap the riding crop across your bare ass three times in rapid succession. I'm rewarded with 3 thin pink lines across your already blushing bottom. I decide that is enough.

You quiver as you feel my soft hands against your ass. I soothe you. Kneading. Stroking. My nails trailing across the firm flesh, raising little lines when I choose to dig in.

Reaching into a bowl beside me, I take one ice cube from it. Holding it in my warm hands I watch it melt, drop by drop, onto your ass. Another cube makes lazy semi circles over your warm, reddened flesh. The juxtaposition of hot and cold alone is almost enough to make you cum.

You shiver with sensation as another cube runs up and down the length of your cock. Your moaning has taken on a rhythmic canter to it. The canting helping you focus on the exquisite sensations swirling through your body.

As each ice cube melts, I pick up another and another. Wetting your back, your butt, taking great delight in teasing your cock.

I trail a cube down your muscular back, forming a random line of water droplets down to your bottom, where I gently push a cube between your cheeks.

Getting down on my knees I follow the ice with my tongue. As the ice melts I bathe you with long, wet swipes. Your involuntary shivers send an erotic jolt to my pussy.

The cube and tongue are quickly replaced with my index finger as I lightly enter you. So warm and tight around my finger. The most delightful cries and grunts reward me as I add a second finger. You're now completely unable to control your movements, pumping your hips in short, rhythmic motions as I begin to fuck your ass in a slow teasing rhythm.

The doorbell rings.

Damn. She's early.

I get up and kiss the top of your head. "Sorry Ty, reward time's over. It's time for you to be punished."

I pause in front of you allowing your lips to kiss and nibble the curved moons of my bare bottom in grateful adoration, before proceeding to the door naked, knowing exactly who is on the other side.

I open the door and drink in the vision that is Suki. An exotic beauty with the most stunning legs. She will be in my employ for the rest of the evening. We kiss, our tongues embracing in a soulful greeting, her hands immediately drawn to my ample breasts.

You remain bound in the living room, your eyes locked on us. Cock screaming, mind melting. I smile. I love you Tyler with every fiber of my being but you still haven't quite grasped the real concept of punishment and reward.

The last hour was your reward.

This hour is your punishment.

You only get to watch.



Rewards and Punishments







Rewards Ch. 01



Walking briskly back to her flat for her first reward. I lay down the ground rules. Do as I say from the moment we get in. "I'm slightly scared," she says. I stroke her backside openly on the busy street. "We don't have to." She looks at me sternly. She wants this. She doesn't know what this is yet. She has no idea what to expect.

We'd ended up in bed together three drunken times. This was daytime, work time, a lunch hour. There and back and what does she think is going to happen? Some sort of reward. What have I decided is going to happen?

We're in the lift. I stare at her, hard, running through what I'm going to do in my head again. I place my hand on her hip. She closes her eyes. Lips together. Open, lustful look. The lift bings. I tilt my head, she gets out of the lift and leads me to her apartment. I stride into the living room, appraise the wall on one side; too close to a window blind she can't close. This isn't about exhibitionism. There's a plain white wall close to the kitchen. "Stand there, facing the wall."

She does.

"Put your hands above your head. Palms against the wall."

She does.

That she does without question is startling in itself. Exciting in itself. Satisfying in itself. A big girl in every sense. Tall, taller still in her heels, big breasts, hips and thighs. Exudes authority. Forceful personality. An intelligent woman.

I stand behind her. Close to her. She can feel my cock already and I'm stunned by how hard I am. How hard, how quickly, cock straining through work trousers. The anticipation of this reward has been rattling round my brain for days. She is, perhaps, just beginning to realise that the reward is much more serious, much more thorough than she anticipated.

I reach up and stroke her little finger against the wall. Put pressure on it, treat it like her clit, stroke its length. Her breathing becomes irregular. I know I turn her on. She doesn't try to hide the fact I can arouse her with a look and if she did try she'd fail. Her openness is part of the reason why my cock is so hard.

I begin stroking her inner arms. Another tried and tested technique that gets to her. The effect here though, of being here, in her flat, in this illicit time, of her acquiescing to my control, is multiplied. Already I think I can smell the essence of her; sweat and lust and naked want. I lean into her neck, her hair, her breath, keep stroking the inner arms and push my cock into her.

I stroke her clothed back, remember being disappointed yesterday when she wore her black dress to work that just invites fingertips knowing she wouldn't be wearing it today. She wasn't to know what I was planning. Still, I feel the tremors while I run my hands up and down her back, her sides, her neck, and there, leaning in again, she takes her hands off the wall and grabs my hair.

I stop. "Hands against the wall." She groans. "Hands against the wall."

She does as she is told.

I have my hands on her hips. She's backing in, wants to feel my cock. I push her against the wall, hard. She likes this. I know she does. Too many men have keeled over in front of her air of natural authority. Too many haven't realised that she yearns to have that authority respected but then cast aside. It's in her groan as I push her, one hand on her arse, one against her back, against the wall that I realise I was more correct when I conceived this than I had imagined.

Three drunken nights and she hadn't come once. She'd nearly come, spent an age on the verge, undoubtedly enjoyed herself but not reached the tipping point. And I love a woman's orgasm. I love its atavistic grace, its throb and pull, its shudder and shock. But to go to the brink of it and not produce wasn't an option in this lunchtime. We had only half an hour and having spent entire nights with her, I'd concluded in my reveries this reward would only arouse, not satisfy. That it shouldn't be attempted.

I realised, though, in that moment, hand on arse, hand on back, her body pressed against the wall, breathing ragged, hearing the lust, smelling it, that I was wrong. This was different. I crouched down to stroke the backs of her thighs. "Take your top off and your bra. Keep facing the wall."

She did as she was told. I pushed her again, from my crouched position, into the wall, could imagine the effect of the cold wall on her nipples and wanted her to feel it. I kept stroking her thighs with one hand and allowed a second to drift up to her stomach, stroking its tender points and making her whimper. Mutual acquaintances would not believe she was a woman who whimpered.

I stood, pushed in behind her, stroked the underside of her breasts, nipples remaining against the wall. She gasped and seemed for a second uncertain on her feet. I pushed in harder behind her, unrelenting fingertips, using my weight to cleave her right into the wall.

I reached up her skirts, ran my hand across her arse. She made a grab at my head again. "Hands against the walls, please," gently. Insistent. There was a groan of petulant desire. Her hands returned to the wall. My hand explored her arse, pressure on her coccyx and for the first time I grabbed. I pulled one half of her arse sideways. She grunted. She panted. I let my hand go round her, felt her hip, lurked around her pubic hair and I could feel the wet heat from her cunt; my hand warmed from it. She was wet and how I liked her that way. I remembered my thumb inside her one afternoon as we played pool in a gay bar and I remembered her literally dripping down my hand, down her leg. Her face wanton but surprised at her own desire.

Her face.

"Turn around. Keep your hands against the wall."

She did. I saw her face and chest bright red, her nipples hard, breasts pert. Looked her right in the eye as I toyed with her right breast, grazing it, slanting my thumb over her nipple. Eyes closed and stomach tensed. Hands down the stomach, a whimper again. I stroked her torso, watching her face, listening to her. I got closer and put my hands down her skirt, down her pants and touched her cunt. She exhaled everything she had in her lungs. I placed my finger between her labia and felt her clit. Thicker than it had been during our nights, harder too. Bigger. A large blistering thimble and I wrapped my fingers around it for a second, watched her face explode into the contradiction wide-eyed shock while the eyes remained closed and then ran my hand down the rest of her lips. I leaned into her face and licked her lips there while stroking her lips around her cunt. My left hand on her hips, keeping her against the wall.

My right hand explored, non specific exploration, my eyes fixed on her face, but her pants were limiting the movements. They had to go. "Take your knickers off. Just your pants." She managed this. "Give them to me." Drenched.

I crouched again, pushed her against the wall again, and reached up her skirt. I'd been tender throughout. I intended to finish tenderly. Her clit was simply begging for attention, it was if anything, getting bigger. I was able to place my fore and middle fingers around it on one side and stroke its length with my thumb. She cried out and ran her fingers down my back. This was her reward, not mine and the pleasure was to be only hers. "Hands on my shoulders, please. To support yourself."

I knelt before her, massaging her clit, her hands on my shoulders, I knew she would obey, my head against her hip, my left arm around her waist, grabbing her arse, holding her into me. Holding her up. I traced circles, I tugged, I was stunned by her clitoris' size despite the previous nights spent together. This, she, was something different altogether.

Her cunt pulsated, the thick clit twitched, she moaned, her arms buckled, her legs buckled, she collapsed onto my back, crying out rhythmically, unable to catch her breath, shuddering, my left arm holding onto her, my body supporting her up, my fingers destroying her.

I held her until she was able again to stand against the wall, legs shaking but a strong woman. A strong personality. I looked up. Red in the face and panting. She could come again soon.

But my alarm sounded. We needed to be back in the office in fifteen minutes. We'd been in her flat for half an hour. She wanted a kiss: "Come here." She said. I leaned in but pulled her hair back, kissed her neck. Kissed her forehead. Moved into her ear. Said: "I love the size of you. Magnificent. Big breasts, big thighs and most importantly a big brain. I want you to write me 500 words on what's happened here today. I'll see you back at work."

I left. She was ten minutes late in returning. I watched her walk in, uncertain stride.

The next day she wrote the words. They are below:

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Where to start? I hadn't quite anticipated the lengths to which you would go to reward me for doing as bidden. The effort, the planning and the sheer skill involved is impressive. Not that I ever underestimated how good you are, you'll understand, just how focused you can be. Nor had I anticipated just how much you could achieve in thirty minutes. I'm certainly a lucky girl.

I've been thinking and I've never come that quickly, that hard, with another person. You were right when you said that had we had but five more minutes, a second would have been inevitable. Regardless, there's something incredibly delicious about me literally not being able to keep myself upright and having to collapse completely onto you, in being so broken but in the most desirable way. Indeed, something so delicious in the fact that you're able to support me, seemingly with ease, when you've brought me to the point whereby my legs simply won't hold me upright.

Related to this strength and this power is what knocked me for six about today's reward: the gentility of it all. Whilst we were undeniably playing by your rules (more on this further on down) and not withstanding the brutality of this in itself, you were incredibly tender. I expected to be physically pinned and punished for attempting to circumnavigate the rules by reaching around and pulling your head closer to my neck, or clawing at your back when you were kneeling in front of me, but this apparently wasn't necessary. That it wasn't necessary is most interesting of all. All it took was to feel you behind me, feel how hard you were as you stroked my neck, arms and back; how you pressed that little closer as my breath became shorter and my whimpering became louder. I suppose what I'm getting at is my surprise at how readily I fell apart when the control was first and foremost intellectual rather than physical. That you recognise this in us and that we're able to exploit it is incredibly exciting, no?

I think this afternoon's activities would be a good starting point for our definition of complex pleasures. I acquiesced to your authority and yet you were on your knees in front of me, working those magnificent hands of yours inside me, hell-bent on making me come with no allowance made for me to go to town on you. I know we were working to a tight deadline today, but I'm not convinced that had it not been a lunch hour, the first reward would have gone any other way. The thing which knocks me sideways about you is your enjoyment of getting me outrageously wet. You played me intelligently today: knowing that I can barely stand to be have my stomach stroked as it makes destroys me; knowing that your lips grazing my neck as your hands wandered to the underside of my breasts would kill me. You responded so deftly to each snatch of my breath, to each slight quiver of my thighs, it's ridiculous.

I assume you'll be employing the 10% rule to this, so will end with the admission that I'm thrilled that I trust you implicitly to do as you see fit in the name of filth, sir. Now to crack on with my other tasks so the rewards can continue. 



Rewards Ch. 02



It had been two weeks and it was time for her second reward.

We left the office but as we did I realised I'd forgotten what I needed so went back, held us up by about sixty seconds. Pocket full and we strode quickly.

She knew what it was about now and didn't intend to waste any time.

While walking I discussed the previous time against the wall, her collapsing onto me. I told her again that these rewards will always demand that for this hour she does exactly as bidden. "Teaching me a thing or two about patience," she flashed. Yes. Yes, I am. "Last time you had a lot of my hands," I said, "this time you'll get a lot of my mouth."

When we were about four hundred metres from her flat I told her what I wanted her to do. I wanted her to anticipate it while we walked. "Walk into your bedroom, take all your clothes off and wait for me to call you into your living area."

"All my clothes?"

Wrong-footed, nervous. Not like her. "You have a problem with that?" Poise regained. She doesn't. Of course she doesn't.

She's in the bedroom, I empty the contents of my pockets. Ties. I place them around my neck, single Windsor knot on two of them. I wasn't at all sure how she'd take being bound. I knew she trusted me, both in spirit, and, having read her reflections on our first reward, in ability. But still, she was one of life's natural binders. She tied you down, not the other way. It was present in her voice, her bearing, her stature.

She shouts. She's ready. She's naked. She wants to come in.

I calm myself. Run through it once more in my mind. Placed the now looped ties back in my pocket. I call her in.

Statuesque. Challenging. Urgent.

Walk up to her, stroke her sides, her stomach. Her eyes close, her mouth bends but she doesn't try and move her hands. Takes it, savours it. The pleasure of all this is in how she savours the touch. "Stand there. Now kneel down." I lean behind her. Stroke her back, her neck, her shoulders through her hair. "Hands behind your back." She obeys. Puts them together and obeys.

I take her right hand away from the left and place it through the knotted tie loop. I tighten. She laughs, nervous, aroused, entertained. I pull the trailing ends of the tie around her right ankle and knot it there. Same with the left hand. I stroke again and then face her, sit in front of her, angled like an obscene rocking horse; tits, tummy, thighs.

"Those binds aren't there to force you. Just to guide you. If they fail try and keep your hands there. I just don't want involuntary movements."

She's a grabber, a scratcher, a stroker, a puller. She wants to be involved. An overriding memory of our previous time together is her playing with my nipples sending jabs of pleasure out across my body; feeling raw the day after as though she still had her fingers on them every time my shirt moved against them. I want to see what happens when those options are taken from her.

I ease her hair back to present her neck and begin to kiss. To lick. To kiss. My hand stroking the space between her abdomen and her hip, my mouth reaches her ear lobe and she tugs at her restraints, bears her teeth, exhales. Like last time I'm here to be tender, like last time the essence of this is reward but like last time it is on my terms. She presents her long naked body and offers it up to me and I'll kneel in front of her kneeling in front of me, make her skin crackle with the sensation of my mouth, make maps out of every throb and wince, every strained sinew. I stroke this hip and this part of her neck and kiss this ear and she makes this sound, this tiny grunt. She's a steel drum you kiss and stroke; any variation in touch makes a different sound, gets a different response.

I want to learn all the variations.

On my terms. She's here because I've made it so. She's tied because I've made it so, she's sweating because I've made it so; I've made the defiant look disappear, removed the comfort zone and now I have my mouth just to the right of her left nipple and I'm licking the outside of it and she's whimpering and groaning and rearing up and down on her knees and I hold her hip down to keep her still. She looks so turned on and my cock could explode.

I take the nipple into my mouth. Run my tongue around it, place my teeth over it and run them along the hard, red rubbery pellet. A high pitched noise escapes her mouth. I move my teeth back and forth, grazing as she shudders. Meanwhile I stroke the underside of her breasts. I know it is so very sensitive. Worth dwelling upon. Firm and smooth. I move across from one breast to the other with gentle kisses.

I take the other nipple, stroke her back, stroke her thighs, and then stroke the other wet breast. Her voice trembles. "No one...has ever..."

"I know." Authoritative. Because I did know.

I knew last night when I held my rock hard cock putting the finishing touches to this in my mind. I knew no one had tied her up. She isn't a woman you tie, she ties you. This reality was present in her voice, her bearing, her stature. I knew this was unmarked territory, I knew she couldn't have guessed how she would react.

So I'd tied her. And she was pulling against her bonds not because she needed to escape but because the pleasure was so great as I stroked and kissed, allowed my hands to run over the firm breasts and soft stomach, around her large thighs while kissing her neck again, feeling her desire to return the kiss. "Come here." She said. I smiled, shook my head and placed my hand upon her cunt and stared at her face; the sudden sensation gave her face a shocked, anguished impression. "Women who come get kisses". I bit her ear. I said it again. "Women who come get kisses."

She was wet. No, wet doesn't do it justice. Her inner thighs were wet. A part of the floor was wet. What she was was flooded. I took a fingerful and regarded it, the colour of clouds and the taste of miso, sweat and lust combined and I took her nipple in my mouth and I placed my fingers round her prominent clit and began to gently stroke and tug. I again marvelled at its size, again treated it like a small cock with my thumb on one side and two fingers on the other, again gave it a shuttling motion. Her chest crimson, cheeks like roses, her body arched and her cunt jutting out for me, desperate for me and for my fingers. The bonds were being stretched but they stayed firm.

I stopped shuttling and placed pressure on the top of her clit and sloped around the bottom of it, semi circles of alternating pressure. She looked at me, amazed, naked astonishment in her glance as her stomach started to contract in waves and then her eyes were gone, screwed closed, her cunt pulsating, her breathing exploded and a stuttered silent cry framed her lips with a bead of sweat running down the side of her face. Her breath came back, lungfuls and I pulled her into me, feeling the moisture on her back.

Again, again, she could have come again but our time was approaching being up. I told her she needed to get on with her other tasks. She laughed and was immediately demanding. "Come here."

This time she got kisses. The alarm sounded and she got the kisses she'd earned and she got untied and I turned before leaving and looked at her naked, red and still panting on the floor; her legs parted, her cunt trickling and I left her there to walk back to the office, still able to smell her cunt on my hand, my cock hard in my trousers. I licked my hand.

Later, when she trailed in 15 minutes later than me, she got the same request as last time - at least 500 words about the day. They are below:

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I have absolutely zero idea how you do this writing malarkey - it's torturous. A mere five hundred words is proving to be quite difficult. Is there anything more isolating and mocking than a blank, white page? 

Not that I haven't spent pretty much all of my time post one o'clock today unabashedly going over every lick, every suck and every (very gentle) bite. I love that I can overindulge on the recollection, drown in it. It's a wonderful feeling to be able to give in to the memory completely. In fact in contemplating where to begin with this, I've done so twice over. Anyway, my point was that the recollection doesn't need to be coherent or to have a shape - corresponding nicely to how utterly devastated you left me (and I use this word it its proper sense, not the post-apocalyptic film sense) - it makes it all the more difficult to write it down. You're all about the challenge, aren't you? 

I am very impressed by the innovative use of the ties - it's a use I think they were always intended for. I think I managed to string enough of a sentence together as you had your hand lightly stroking my left nipple and your tongue flicking at my right to intimate that you're the first and only person who has had me that powerless, who has been allowed to have me that powerless. If I'm honest it's something I've fantasised about in more general times, but more specifically being trussed up by you has featured more than once in my morning routine. It's that you don't ask, you just do but with the recognition that you've had to have earned the privilege. It's that you know that I'll try to bend the rules and so physically restraining me is the only way to go about it. Indeed I'd like to believe that you enjoy me attempting to disobey. Fighting against restraints was novel - I'd be pulling at them because I was so close to tipping point as your mouth grazed my ear and them having been physically stopped in my tracks, I'd be pushed that little bit closer to the edge. Definitely something which I feel should be explored further. I would also be interested to discover where you learned to tie such a functional knot.

So last night I had your hands, this time your mouth. Each splendid in their own right, but as discussed earlier today, probably to my detriment I'm greedy. I want you everywhere, all at once a la today's offering. Though if I had to choose, I'd opt for your mouth on my breasts for an extended period of time. It is ridiculous how sensitive they can be and also ridiculous how fully aware of this you are. I'd love to be able to describe the sensation but I haven't the words. There is a difference between having you stroke my nipple and my clit, of course there is but the former is deeper somehow. If I were writing about anything to do with the voice I'd use the word guttural. It's almost brutish and somehow always surprising. Anyway, excellent choice today. 

This really doesn't have a shape but I'm sure you'll forgive me. I ought to wrap it up as I'm certain I've disobeyed the five hundred word limit, probably even the ten per cent over that. Rebellious to the last. Anyway, I shall end with what always knocks me sideways in our dealings: the look of sheer concentration and pure curiosity you have on your face as you stroke. It's deeply arousing; carnal, beastly, earthy. I'm pretty brazen in my pursuit of what feels good but your look challenges me to go that one step further, to be that little bit more open. The confrontational aspect is what I enjoy the most I think. I enjoy the fact that you lash the gauntlet down like that and that I have something to work towards. I enjoy the game.