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Role Playing

By: midnightfalcon



I had been called to meet my boss for a business conference in Scottsdale and had quickly packed and made my way to the airport.

The plane had leveled off and now there was just the constant drone of the engines and the air blowing down from the overhead vent. I leaned back and closed my eyes. It was at times like this that I liked to reminisce. My life had been a mixture of good and bad. 

I had a rebellious sort of childhood. My father divorced my mother when I was nine and I was shuffled from one to the other for eight years before I was sent to an all girls' school. 

I could sort of understand why, and yet I know that I could have straightened myself out if I were given the time. My mom was a tramp. She really considered me a thorn in her side and never spent time with me. 

She just wanted to have her boyfriends and drink. Nothing else really interested her so it was natural that I would get into trouble sooner or later. 

I was boy crazy. It began at an early age, and it never really ended. I'm still searching and I still love to experiment with sex. Hell, as long as I can remember my days began with my masturbating, and ended with another session just before falling asleep at night. 

Right from the beginning I was constantly trying to have better and longer orgasms and even resorted to using my electric toothbrush to get me there. 

The summer I turned twenty one I was on vacation with my father. One night I got into the bar in the den and got smashed. Dad caught me and began to lecture me about drinking. It ended up with his feeling sorry about chastising me, and actually sat down and shared a drink with me. 

By that time I was fully developed, and I was about a thirty-two B, bust wise. I used to tease him by going thru his house in the buff and watching him try to avoid looking at me.

That night, well after midnight, I went to his bedroom and crawled in bed with him. It came so naturally to me, I mean the seduction part. 

He sleeps in the nude and mostly on his back so I just began to fondle him as he slept. Soon his cock was hard as a rock, and I became hotter and hotter. 

From that point on it was simple. I sucked him and jerked his cock until I figured he was almost ready to cum, and then I mounted him. 

It was beautiful, feeling his hard warm cock sliding deep inside me. I tried to move slowly up and down but eventually I lost control and began to moan as I neared my end. 

Suddenly he woke up and realized what I was doing. For a short while we struggled. I fought to stay on with his cock buried deep inside me, while he was frantically trying to dislodge me. 

The more he twisted and turned, trying to lift me up and off, the more his cock moved in and out of my hot pussy, and finally he couldn't stop himself and he began to thrust up, plunging his cock in and out. I was really getting creamy about then.

It was almost as if it were destiny, his need to cum, and my need to have him squirt his warm sperm deep in me. That was the first time I ever came without actually getting my clit involved. And boy did I cum. 

It was intense, and long. I cried out and fell forward just panting and sobbing, "Daddy, oh daddy it feels so good doesn't it?" 

That night we came to an agreement. He would keep me satisfied, and I would keep him happy but no one was to know..... That was a summer of learning. 

He was a fantastic teacher and it was my father who got me hooked on swallowing cum. At first he wanted to pull out of my mouth but when he finally did shoot in my mouth and understood that I needed it, he went along with it. 

Mostly I would make him fuck my mouth first. That was when he was full and he gave me the most, the second time we would fuck and he took longer, but that's what I liked and needed. It was never the same, and each time we would do something different.  

Sometimes I would kneel on the bed for him, and at other times he would have me lay on my back, then. Then there were times when he would sit on a chair and I would sit on his lap with his hard cock deep inside me and he would squeeze my nipples until I couldn't resist anymore and I would cum all over his thighs. 

Those were the times when I would quickly get off him and turn around so he could lick the creamy mix out of my pussy.

For four or five weeks he wouldn't let me have it in my ass, but finally one night we both were fairly drunk and he agreed. It was sort of daring I thought, but it turned out to be really fabulous. 

Just to feel him deep up inside me, twisting and turning. To feel his thighs pounding against the cheeks of my ass and his hands on my waist, pulling me back hard with his balls slapping against my pussy, sent me over the top. 

It was strange, I was cumming again and again without ever having to play with my clit, but with him, I always got so excited that anything was possible. 

Two years later, when I was twenty three, dad was killed in an airplane crash and because I wasn't twenty five yet, I couldn't get my inheritance yet so I finally ended up in a finishing school.

I couldn't stay with mom, probably because her boyfriends were beginning to pay more attention to me then to her.

That was where I learned that I was definitely Bi. I would take sex in any form I could get it. Actually I consider having sex with girls more like mutual masturbating then really having sex. It's sort of like, "I'll do you, and you do me," kind of thing. 

Oh I didn't mind the kissing part, but I never was really turned on by it. It was sort of a way of repaying my partner for her help in satisfying me. Actually I think I was looking for some substitution for having sex with daddy.

I got really good at it too and all the girls would try to set up sessions with me. I was sort of the queen in that respect, but really there was nothing a girl can do to a girl that a guy can't do, and do better I learned.

After two years, I received my inheritance. As soon as I had the money, I started college. There I joined a sorority house. Again I was the queen and it was there that I met Teri. 

For the three years that we were roommates we satisfied each other in ways that were a combination of experimenting and really getting to know what we were all about. 

She is a lesbian and for almost a year I didn't realize it. She would date guys but always complain about the sex. Either they were too fast, too rough, or wouldn't do the things that she wanted and so on. 

I should have realized that she really didn't enjoy sex with them but could get off easily when I slide a vibrator in her pussy or would fuck her with a dildo or a strap-on. That always ended with my going down on her. 

Teri always needs at least four or five orgasms before she is satisfied. In that respect we were equal. By now I was spending all my free time in the sorority house either taking care of myself or studying. 

I stopped dating almost entirely because the jocks on the campus were a bunch of egotistical idiots.

That didn't bother me much because I was having good sex with a few of the girls and one of the instructors in my accounting class. 

But like everything else, the girls began to bore me, because they were predictable. And quite frankly Teri was right when she called the guys on campus, inexperienced oafs. 

I guess my father spoiled me and I was constantly comparing them with him. So now I was on the prowl again, but hopefully I think I've found my fathers replacement. 

My new boss is a real jock. He seems shy at times and at other times it's as if he can see right through me, just as my dad could. And I knew that, just as I had to seduce my father, so I would have to seduce Blake the same way.

Actually the seduction part gives me a mental high. I mean the plotting and planning really turns me on and now that he has promoted me, and my office adjoins his, I'm constantly watching him thru the open doorway, and that keeps me wet with anticipation. 

So now, I'm on my way to rendezvous with my boss and future lover. The rest of the trip was uneventful. At the hotel, I readied myself for dinner with Blake and our prospect. 

It was a sort of business conference with one of our clients, a woman named Barbara. I sat next to Blake as we discussed a pending contract. Barbara sat across from us and I decided it was a perfect time to begin because Blake couldn't really escape gracefully.

As my hand slid down between us, and up over his thigh, I could feel the outline of his cock thru his slacks. He moved uncomfortably but had to pretend that nothing was happening. 

The more I let my fingers graze over that area, the more he grew. I could feel the fabric begin to lift and soon I could actually wrap my fingers around that beautiful hard cock. 

At that point I was gently working my encircling fingers up and down his shaft and Barbara must have noticed my shoulder moving ever so slightly. 

She smiled over at me and suggested that we visit the ladies room. I really didn't want to stop, but was forced to. 

In the ladies room, Barbara asked, "Are you and Blake an Item?" I feigned surprise and nodded no. She went on. "Would you be willing to stop up at my room after dinner?"

"I'll have to see if it's all right with Blake," I answered. "Good," she responded, and with that we returned to the table. 

On the way out, I got Blake aside and whispered, "I think she wants to make out with me. Is that OK with you? I mean the contract and all." 

He shook his head no, then thought and whispered. "No, I mean not if you're against that sort of thing." 

"Oh, I'd do it for you Blake. I think I could manage it if you wanted me to." I was thinking to myself what a liar I was. I was an expert at this and really wanted to impress him but I wanted him to think I was sacrificing myself.

He just shrugged and we drove back to the hotel. I followed Barbara up to her suite and she made us drinks. I breathed deeply, wondering when it would begin. Suddenly she looked at me and asked, "Where's Blake? Isn't he in on this?"

Oh Ooo, I thought, a threesome and I wasn't prepared for this. "I'll call him and see what's keeping him," I volunteered. As she left the room I called down to Blake's room and explained the problem. "She wants both of us," I explained. 

"Will you? I mean, I will if you will." After a long pause, he agreed and I felt lightheaded at the prospect. This would be a fantastic way to break the ice. And I would look like the innocent little girl who just wanted to help the boss get a contract. 

Then Barbara returned. She had changed into a very revealing Teddy and looked good enough to eat. I chuckled to myself at my own joke. Her pussy was showing thru the flimsy fabric and though she was a mature woman, her trimmed womanhood was firm and tight, her waist thin and her breasts still had that supple resilience of a teenager. I would enjoy this more then I had even hoped.

Blake arrived as Barbara was mixing three more drinks. Blake surveyed the room but didn't show any surprise at the way Barbara was dressed, so I began to disrobe too. 

Blake stood there as if he didn't know what to do, so I discarded my last item of clothing and went to enjoy myself by undressing him. 

Barbara hovered over us as I removed his shirt and jacket. He kicked off his shoes and I squatted down to unfasten his belt and pull his slacks down. 

His cock was now reaching for the sky and proved difficult to free from the slacks. Fortunately he wore no underpants and both Barbara and I gasped when he was freed and suddenly his cock sprang up.

I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said he was seven or eight inches long and thick, really thick. Now I was staring directly into the most delicious cock I had ever seen. 

I thought back to daddy's cock, and made a mental comparison. Time blurs memories but I have to admit he was probably larger than daddy. There was no thought given as I reached for it, and placed my lips over its head. 

Immediately my mouth filled with a mixture of his pre-cum and my own saliva. 

Barbara had one hand on his shoulder and she was nibbling at his ear while allowing her other hand to fondle his strong chest. Then her hand wandered down to grasp the base of his cock and slowly she began to work his shaft in and out of my mouth. 

I shifted to kneel and now cupping his balls in my left hand, I began to suck harder. That's when I felt his body start to shake. He was like a puppy dog. He didn't seem to know what was happening and yet he loved it. 

It was Barbara who broke the spell. "Come with me. I want to have this in the bedroom. I want to taste the two of you and show you what comes with this contract." 

With that she led us to her bed and taking off the teddy, she lay back with her legs spread wide. 

It was a position that I knew ever so well. I straddled her head and lowered my pussy to her mouth. My face hovered over her gaping pussy, and I motioned to Blake to move forward. Supporting myself on one arm, I grasped his cock and guided it to her pink portal. 

Being very slippery from our earlier enticement, he slid easily into her. Mere inches away I watched him stretch her vagina open and heard Barbara gasp as he began to thrust. Then she settled down and began to let her tongue dance up and down my own gushing slit. 

She was good. Her tongue would stab in and out for several seconds before she would return to taking long strokes up and down my throbbing slit. She was making kissing, smacking, sounds, as she would suck my labia and lap at the dripping fluids flowing down and into her mouth.

Blake was now thrusting slowly in and out. I pressed the top of my head against his abdomen forcing him back so I could lick her pussy.

Then, after lapping up the creamy nectar, Blake would drive back in. We repeated this over and over again until I heard Barbara begin to gasp.

"Cumming! Oh yeah, I'm cumming! Pound it in Blake! Ah, yeah fuck me good! Yesssss," she hissed. "Give me cock. Now! Faster! Oh for the love of god I am, I AM Cummmminnnnngggg!"

Blake was astounding. He would pull all the way out, pause a few seconds, and then plunge back in. His ass swiveled back and forth as he fed his cock in and out. Her pussy was contracting almost as if it was kissing his shaft and that's when I felt her mouth return to my own aching slit. 

I don't know if it was watching that cock driving in and out, or the marvelous things Barbara was doing to me, but it began. 

A tidal wave started to rise within my aching pussy. I gasped at the speed with which I was responding. First the slow contractions, then harder longer ones, until I screeched out. 

'I'm cumming tooo. Oh Blake I'm Cumming too. Oh my baby let me cum all over her mouth for you." And suddenly I felt myself begin to ejaculate. It's a strange sensation. Almost surreal and yet it was something that I wanted to last forever and ever.  

Slowly I began to return to reality. Blake was still thrusting and Barbara again cried out. "Let me cum again. Oh my God it's so strong. Fuck me Blake. Shoot for me. Fill me!"

He was on the brink and I wanted it. He was about to spurt and I wanted it for myself. Faster and faster he moved and suddenly he let out a low growl as his balls retreated and the muscles of his abdomen began to contract. 

I yanked his cock from the slippery sheath in which it had been sliding, and lifted it to my lips so he finished spurting in my mouth. 

I gulped it hungrily and felt the stringy musky fluid flood my mouth with each pulsing eruption. I was suddenly remembering the taste of my fathers cum, and I fought to keep from crying out, as I so often did with daddy. 

Slowly it was over and I let his shaft slip from between my lips. Lowering my face I began to force my tongue deep inside Barbara's pussy hoping to glean what I had lost to her. 

That forced her to another tidal wave of screeching orgasms before I relented and rolled off her.

"Wow, that was like nothing I've had in a long time," Barbara gasped. 

"Me either I gasped," licking my lips. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't find a reason to get Blake to go on. Barbara was satisfied, and even though I wanted him to take me next, I couldn't find a way to tell him. 

Slowly we dressed while Barbara paraded around the room in the nude. Finally we left and silently returned to our respective rooms. 

Needless to say we got the contract, but surprisingly Blake never even discussed what we had done or even once, make reference to it. It was as if he had shut it out of his mind. 

Then a week later he told me that he was going to take a week off and go up to his cabin for some fishing at the lake. 

I got panicky. I again fabricated a story and told him I loved to fish and how I missed doing it with my father. I guess I got to him because he became interested in talking to me about it.

I even told him I had all my gear back at my place and was hoping to someday find someone to take me fishing. It was a bit forward I knew, but I was almost forcing him to invite me to go along. I guess it worked because early the next morning he invited me to go with him.

I had to go out and buy fishing stuff. I didn't know a damn thing about fishing so the guy in the store gave me a quick lesson on how to cast and all that, along with selling me my fishing gear.

I had to go out and buy some woodsy clothes; you know the flannel shirts and jeans that an outdoor sort of girl would need. 

Saturday, at five in the morning, we met in the company parking lot and he loaded my stuff in his van. After a rather quiet five hour drive we arrive at the cabin. He began unloading the van and we went into the cabin. 

I had been prepared to rough it. You know find bunk beds and a wood fired stove, but was surprised to find a beautiful spacious cabin which had a fully stocked bar and all the amenities like a lodge might have. What he had called a cabin was luxurious. 

He put my things in a guest bedroom and loaded his into the adjoining bedroom. There was a common fireplace that would warm both rooms and a bathroom in a hallway immediately outside. I was a bit disappointed because I had been thinking that we would be sharing the same sleeping quarters but it wasn't something that I couldn't work around. 

He lit the hot water heater and the stove before starting a fire in the living room. Although it was now ten thirty in the morning,he was anxious to get out on the lake. Then it began to rain. 

That made me perfectly happy, but seemed to upset him. I volunteered to defrost two steaks and made some lunch for us. By now we were chatting about things we enjoyed and the things we had in common. 

It was then that I asked him to call me by my nickname, "Kitten." My father always called me that and it was a secret name that he had given me when we had sex together. 

When Blake repeated it, "Kitten," I looked at him and saw my daddy. I wanted to throw my arms around him in the worst way but held back. I was going to have him and had begun on my plan to involve him in "role playing" with me.

Next I gave him some line about how the staff at the office thought of him as a father figure and asked him if he minded if I called him daddy. 

He looked at me as if I were crazy, but nodded yes. Then he said, "You know you're sort of close to me in age to be calling me daddy, you know." 

I nodded yes and blurted out: "yes, but your six years, two months and five days older, so I can call you daddy if I want." He looked a little shocked that I knew his age to the exact day, but he never suspected exactly how much I did know about him.

It took several false starts before he stopped calling me Sarah and got used to calling me Kitten, and now each time he called me that I could feel my face flush and my pussy begin to sort of quiver. At every opportunity I would call him daddy and after a while he seemed to accept it.


Role Playing into Reality



I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me?

Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I hoped—approaches from four different guys. I'd never been in a gay bar in L.A. before. I'd been very careful about that. That didn't mean I didn't know how either to express interest or to turn it away—most of the time—in a nonthreatening way. It's just that I'd been very careful not to reveal any interests like this in my own backyard. And it hadn't been easy. I was under close scrutiny on that. So close that I'd had a succession of girlfriends in the industry and had made sure that they could attest to my interest in and expertise with them if the media insisted on knowing—which they often did. I had a reputation, patiently and painfully acquired, to maintain in this town.

I can't say I was unrecognized in this bar, though. A couple of guys who approached me did a double take and said, "Aren't you . . .?"

I answered "Not likely" to both of them. But I probably was. This Gleason guy couldn't come too soon for my liking. I was entirely too exposed here. And I'd worked so hard to avoid exposure.

I'd almost hung up on the lawyer the previous day, even after he'd said the call referred to an inheritance—a very sizable inheritance. But then he'd gone on to explain why it was in my best interests to see him—and in a venue like this.

"I know about the ranch outside Reno and about I-81 through Pennsylvania and Virginia." He said no more than that, but he hadn't needed too.

He recognized me immediately after his eyes had swept the room. He looked more like a thug than a lawyer. Big boned, probably in his early forties, bald on top but the shadow of a hairy chest seen through the white dress shirt. He was expensively dressed in a lawyer's suit, tailored to a muscular body, which made me wonder why he didn't wear an undershirt to hide the hairiness. I especially wondered that, because I found him a bit arousing, even in the resentment of having to meet him, of him knowing what he knew. Dangerous and arousing. He couldn't have known that, I reasoned, in my naiveté, but that was my weakness: thuggish, dangerous, and, yes, hirsute.

I was disturbed that he so readily recognized me. Hell, I already had been disturbed that two guys seemed to have recognized me here, which should have been thought as a totally alien environment for me. For camouflage, I hadn't shaved this morning and I'd gone to the barbers for a buzz cut. Even had worn my brown contacts and dressed down, all of which I did when I went back East to have my needs scratched and all quite counter to my silver screen persona as the movie supporting-actor heartthrob—the guy who would have gotten the girl if she were motivated by looks alone and didn't have that special something extra the leading man had.

"Raul Raines?" he asked as he sat down, across the table from me, showing that he didn't have to ask—that he jolly well knew who I was. "Or should I address you as Ted Renales?"

I did a double take, as he knew I would, by addressing me by that second name. It wasn't my stage name. I wasn't my given name either. It was another name, a name that gave him an immediate advantage over me and deflating me from the beginning of the meeting I didn't want to be a part of.

"What is it you want, Mr. Gleason?" I asked coldly. "I don't see what this can be about."

"It's primarily about $20 million, young man," the lawyer said.

"Well, I don't have anything close to $20 million," I said, "so we can stop this right here."

He laughed. "It's about $20 million you've inherited," he said. "But it's about a bit beyond that too. Something I'm sure you're willing to do to get to the twenty million. Something you're willing to do, I think, to keep your cushy movie career."

He had staggered me with the mention of twenty million, so I started there. "$20 million? How could that possibly involve me?"

"Have you ever heard of Harvey Biddleman?"

"The financier and movie producer who recently died? Yes, I've heard of him, but I never met him. What about him?"

"He's left you $20 million in his will."

"That couldn't be me," I said, almost relieved that it wasn't me, as this thug, this arousing, hirsute thug was disturbing me. "As, I said I don't know him."

"Apparently you do. You know him as Pitcherstud, I think."

I froze.

"And he knew you as Catcherkid, or did so after you started your cyber role playing with him and changed your e-mail name connection to him."

"I don't know what to say," I answered, stunned. Gleason reached across the table and took my hand in one of his. The back of his beefy hand, even the backs of the fingers, were hairy. In spite of my shock, I didn't take my hand away and felt a charge of electricity go through me that stirred my cock.

I'd had half a decade of a torrid role-playing relationship with someone I didn't know as anything more than Pitcherstud on a local gay male hookup site. Neither one of us had pressed for a face-to-face meeting. It had been a release for me in my startup years in Hollywood, something I hadn't been able to give up as I quickly rose in feature parts, an almost "star is born" rise. It had continued to cover those long stretches of time before I could make a short trip back East.

But I had had no idea who Pitcherstud was all that time. I hadn't even asked for a photo. The daily connection in cyberspace had been enough for me. And he, if it had been a he, hadn't asked me either. We had just picked out personas—he as a thuggish power top and me as a needy bottom released of guilt by being taken, nearly daily in cyberspace, against my stated will. And our building relationship had played out from there. And, of course, over time the emphasis of sex, although the element always was there, had given away to more intimate sharing with each other. Both of us were reserved to the outside world and obviously could only be open—if open could include keeping ourselves totally unknown in real life to the other—with each other.

And several weeks ago the conversation had just stopped from Pitcherstud's end. I was still mourning the loss of that, not realizing how much he had meant to me, how he carried me through the day. We had e-mailed each other at least once a day for five years.

Could it be? Could it be that Pitcherstud was the financier and movie producer Harvey Biddleman? Why, he'd been ancient and, if I recalled, as dumpy as dumpy could be. Could he ever be Pitcherstud for me? I didn't . . .

"You're wondering if you could ever reconcile your Pitcherstud cyber lover with Harvey Biddleman, aren't you?" Gleason asked from across the table. Damn, was the man a mind reader? If so, he must also know I found him arousing.

As if to confirm that, he put out his other hand to mine, bunching my hand into a loose fist with one of his hands and inserting a plump finger of his other hand into my palm between my thumb and index finger. Again I didn't pull away, although I shuddered. I told myself I was shuddering from how he repelled me, but I knew underneath it all that I shuddered because he attracted me.

"For twenty million I'm willing to bet that you can reconcile that and can admit to being Catcherkid, as well. You must have made quite an impression on Biddleman, must have satisfied him deeply, for him to leave you such a large amount. Of course we can bury the connection between you two, with no one needing to know the connection or even the bequest—for a good cut of the amount, of course. It's something my firm does quite well. It's why Biddleman came to us. You aren't the only such bequest he made—but you're certainly the largest one. Larger than he's left to his estranged wife. We're doing everything we can to keep her from knowing exactly what he was worth when he died—or who he remembered more fondly than he regarded her."

"I can't really help you, Mr. Gleason. I don't really know anything about these cyber names."

"Come, come, Raul," he said. "This has all been well researched. We didn't have to do it. Biddleman researched you soon after the two of you started your role playing. He's known you all of this time. He laughed about it when he told me, saying you seemed to be clueless about it. Hadn't even wondered to him why he hadn't asked for a photo of you. It wasn't just because he knew you'd send a fake one; it was because he had all of the photos of you he needed. Intimate photos. He knew about the ranch outside Reno—the male brothel where you got your start—and that porn film you made. I have a copy of the video here in my briefcase. You want to see that I have it?"

"No," I said, it coming out in a whisper.

"Your name, Raul Raines, a flip of your porn name, Ted Renales. The first one with an Hispanic first name, the second with an Hispanic surname. Both marking the half of you that is Hispanic, the dusky skin that contrasts so sensually on screen with the blond hair and blue eyes of the other half of you. Which is it? Hispanic mother and white father or Hispanic father and white mother?"

"My mother's German and my father's Brazilian," I answered in a murmur.

"Ah, Brazilian. Sexy. I can see why Biddleman couldn't get over the allure of you. I know about your visits East too—and Biddleman knew about them. Your drives down the I-81 corridor and haunting of the rest stops. Searching for macho truck drivers who would do you roughly in their semi cabs, not knowing of your screen persona. Not caring."

That made me whimper—that and how the finger inserted in my palm was suggestive moving, in and out, rubbing on the tender skin of my palm, unmistakably mimicking the dance of the fuck.

"He worried about you, you know. To the extent that for the last two years, he's had PIs running behind you during these visits, protecting your back."

"He couldn't have done all that," I blurted out, not wanting to hear this—how closely I'd been monitored these past few years when I thought this had been contained within the shielding Internet.

"Yes, he did that and more. He dabbled in being a movie producer. How do you think you rose this fast in Hollywood? Who do you think your backer was? You thought you'd done all of this on your own?"

"Stop. Just stop," I whimpered, defeated. What I had thought was just the harmless release of cyber role playing. turned into a comfortable fantasy world of sharing deepest thoughts in a protected environment, was turning into hard reality.

He lifted my hand to his face, his mouth sucking in my thumb. My other fingers spanned out on his cheek, feeling the scratchiness of his five o-clock shadow. I gave an involuntary low moan, but I didn't extract the hand. He took my other hand and ran into the opening of his shirt between two of the buttons, pressing my fingers to his hairy chest.

"The reports I read, of the truck drivers you sought out on I-81. Big men, hairy bodies. You have a fetish for it, don't you? for big, hairy men."

"Yes," I answered in a small voice.

"For hairy, hung men, who will treat you rough."

"Yes."

"You're going to accept the $20 million bequest and on my terms, aren't you?"

I didn't say yes, but I didn't say no. He could feel the trembling of my hands.

"And you understand that my terms—for doing the paperwork out of the public eye and for keeping your secrets—include that I'm going to fuck you, that I'm going to dip my dick in the ass of a hunky Hollywood star."

"Yes," I answered. I'd unbuttoned one of the buttons on his shirt front and moved my entire hand in to cover one of his hairy pecs. My thumb was on a puffed-up nipple.

"We can do a role play of our own. I can be a truck driver on I-81 and you can be the boy-toy hitchhiker I pick up at a rest stop and work over in the cab of my semi."

"Yes."

"Except that we won't do it in cyberspace. You showed you could go beyond that when you started driving the truck routes on I-81. we'll do it right here, now. I've paid for a room upstairs."

He fucked me cruelly and roughly, and I loved every stroke of it. Just like I sought out when I went looking for those truckers on I-81, taking myself entirely out of my Hollywood persona. Pitcherstud had prepared me for the real thing through the fantasy of our cybering it. And it very well could be that $20 million wasn't Biddleman's only bequest to me—that he was giving me the reality of James Gleason too, so that I didn't have to make those pilgrimages to the East.

Gleason bent me over the bed and held me tight in his bear-like arms, the pelting of his chest scratching my back, making me feel alive and overpowered, while he pistoned my ass with a thick cock bursting forth from a forest of curly pubic hair. He had pushed all the way in me, until the sensitive flesh in the curve of my ass itched from the feel of his hair pubes, and held there, buried deep and full inside me, until I begged for the fuck to start. And then, as he took me hard, I alternated between begging him to stop or slow down or, yes, rub the cock head there again, or fuck me harder, with no indication that he gave a shit what I wanted from moment to moment. It was just the way l liked being taken, just the way that Pitcherstud always verbally took me in our exchanges.

It hit me that Gleason had even read through my e-mail history with Pitcherstud and was doing everything to me that I loved so much from the e-mail exchanges.

Or had Biddleman carefully coached him in what to do. Was Biddleman fucking me through a another man?

Just as if he could read my thoughts, Gleason murmured, "This is how Harvey wanted to take you but never had the courage to identify himself to you. He asked me to be his surrogate. Am I doing it right?"

"Oh, yes, you're doing it perfectly," I whimpered.

He even remembered to pull me up on the bed, on top of him as he lay on his back. I was stretched on top of him, his hairy arms embracing my chest and holding me close in to his back, while my thighs were bent on my calves on either side of his thighs and I raised and lowered my passage on his cock until I wasn't going fast enough for him, and then he pressed his hand down on my belly and finished me off with short, sharp jabs up into my channel.

After we were spent, but hadn't moved from that position, he spoke. "Every Tuesday afternoon at two, here, like this, until I don't want it anymore."

"I can't promise," I murmured. "I work."

"You still work thanks to Harvey Biddleman," he answered, "And, as his lawyer, I've been controlling your scheduling for two years. I haven't heard that that's stopping. Every Tuesday afternoon, here, like this, until I don't want it anymore. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"And I just may be bringing some friends who want to dick around inside a movie star too. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."



Role Playing is Such "Hard" Work



My partner and I often enhance sex through role-playing. Sometimes one of us has a fantasy that just has to be satisfied and other times we'll kind of fall into a "game" and see where it leads. Both of us enjoy acting out our roles, especially when they are opposite to our normal personalities.

I am a senior executive for a large candy company. Last week we launched the latest thing in sugar free confections, and to celebrate my company threw a party on Friday night for its employees and their significant others. Naturally I attended, taking Valerie, the woman of my life and live-in lover, as my date. Val works as principal designer for a well-known intimate apparel chain. She's in her mid-50s, is fairly tall and has dangerous curves in all the right places. She has a beautiful expressive face with large eyes and full lips. She's always full of refreshingly filthy thoughts and ideas. I'm about 5 years younger than Val, tall, reasonably fit and also in possession of a truly dirty mind. At the party we mingled with other couples, drank, ate, danced, fucked in the executive conference room, danced some more, ate, drank a bit more, fucked in the women's restroom, drank a bit more; well you get the idea! When the party came to an end, my company gave each one of us a "goody bag" with samples of the newest products as well as some of the old standards. Little did I realize the role candy would play in our sex life!

It was about half-past midnight when we finally got home. I had a buzz on and was pretty tired and told Val I really needed to get some sleep. Val was pretty tipsy herself and would welcome 7 or 8 hours of uninterrupted rest. I asked her what she wanted to do later that day. She looked at me with a wicked smile and said she brought work home. I'm sure my face lit up in delight! Val designs women's intimate clothing, a.k.a. lingerie, a.k.a. "fuck-me" clothes! When Val brings work home, it means she'll be modeling her latest creations for me in order to gauge my reactions. We use an informal, but foolproof rating method; if my dick stays limp, then that article of clothing is a loser; if it reaches half-mast, then there are possibilities for that piece; if I get mostly (at least 3/4) erect, she's got a winner; and finally, if my cock gets super hard to where it won't go down, then she's created a sure thing. In fact, Val has hired me on as a paid consultant to run satisfaction surveys for her firm because my rating system is amazingly accurate! Val's company earns boodles from her creation, and she and her subordinates get nice bonuses every time sales of a new product exceed a minimum dollar amount (that happens pretty often!), and I get paid for staring at a scantily clad hot woman and letting my cock make all the "hard" decisions. It's the perfect win-win-win situation! 

I awoke shortly before 10:00 AM. As I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes I tried to decide if I wanted to get up. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and the sizzle of something frying in the pan was enough to get me on my feet. I didn't bother putting anything on as I padded into the kitchen. There I saw Val sitting at the table dressed in a nightgown, sipping coffee while reading the newspaper. She heard me come in and looked up.

"Well, good morning sleepy head! Did you have a good rest? Did you have any interesting dreams?"

As a matter of fact, I did have an interesting dream in which Val and I were vying against 4 other couples for the gold medal in the Kama Sutra Olympics. We were evaluated on every position described in that reference and the winning team would have the most points. At the time I awoke, we had completed maybe the first five positions. 

I guess my penis stirred as I recalled my dream. Val noticed and said with a hint of mischief,

"Ooooh, I think you DID have a nice dream! Was I in it?" 

I nodded a "Yes".

With that question answered she reached for my manhood and brought it to her lips. She looked up at my face with her big eyes. Then she gently kissed the tip.

My cock stiffened a bit more. 

"Do you want me to do that again?" she asked.

I just nodded "Yes".

She smiled and kissed the tip of my cock once more. Then she took a mouthful of coffee right before sucking in my hardening dick. The feeling of my cock bathed in the hot liquid was quite shocking, yet very stimulating. Val watched my face as she moved her head back and forth over my engorged cock. After about a minute she let it slip out and swallowed the rapidly cooling coffee. Val had me sit on the table with my legs as far apart as I could get them. Once again she took a mouthful of coffee, but instead of sucking my shaft, she bent down and took both my balls into her mouth. My God, did THAT feel great! I love it when she does my nuts, but the heat of the coffee just heightened the sensation. Val swirled her tongue around and between my balls and she gently sucked on them separately and together. I my mind's eye I could see my sperm production going into overdrive! The coffee in her mouth soon cooled and she let my balls plop out. I told her I was sure I would come soon. She considered taking the remainder of the coffee, but then had a better idea. Val started sucking on my prick with great gusto. She wanted to finish me off. I figured I'd pop in her mouth, but just before I shot off, Val brought her cup up to cock level. Spurt after spurt of thick pearly semen ended up in her coffee cup. Eventually, I ran out of cum. Val put her cup down and licked my cock head clean. Then she reached for her coffee cup and peeked in. 

"Wow, I thought I'd have a little cream with my coffee, but I guess instead I'll have a little coffee with your cream!"

She showed me the contents of her cup. Thick globs of cum had sunk to the bottom, while the remainder of her coffee floated with the more liquid components of my cum on top. She swallowed the coffee mixture, being careful to leave the thick clots of cum behind. Then, with great ceremony, Val titled her head back, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue as far as it would go, and let the cum flow onto it. One, two, three, four distinct globs transferred from the cup to her tongue. Val straightened her head and turned to face me. She showed me her tongue. It was completed coated with my sperm. Val closed her mouth and made a big production of swallowing it as well as the remains of cum she had scraped from the inside of her cup with her finger. 

When she finished she said,

"That was nice! You taste really good with coffee. I'll have to have more tomorrow! Now go have some breakfast and take a shower. Remember, I brought work home and I need you to help me with it!"

As soon as my erection had finally gone down, I took her advice. I had a piece of fruit a fried egg and some toast and washed it down with a couple of cups of strong coffee. Then I did the morning ritual of the 3 S's (shit, shower and shave) before returning to our bedroom. Val asked when would be a good time to get started. She said she had four outfits to show me. Past experience suggested that each very good or definite possibility would require at least an hour of close scrutiny (maybe "screw"tiny is a more accurate word!). It was now approaching 11:00. I thought we should start in mid-afternoon. That way, we could do something outdoors and I'd have a chance to replenish my supply of jism. She agreed and suggested 4:00. 

Val and I got dressed and went to a local park. We walked through the park and sat by the lake watching kids play and people stroll by. We also kept an eye out for the birds and squirrels, watching them do what they do best. After an hour or so, we walked into town and did some window shopping. At about 2:30 we stopped for some lunch at a local coffee shop. While we ate, Val began hinting at the sexy lingerie I'd get to review, letting my imagination run wild in anticipation of what was to come. She did this to heighten the suspense and get my dick a-twichin'. We finished lunch and walked back home. Val's mind games were very effective and there was a definite tenting in my pants. I didn't care who saw me; I just want to go home and get to "work"!

Once home, the role-playing began. With each sexy outfit, Val would construct a small drama with us as the actors. The outcome of the play would help decide whether that bit of lingerie would go into production or not. Before we started, I opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. We sipped the wine, talked a bit and kissed deeply. I could feel Val trembling. She must have some really hot stuff to show me!

It was now 4:00 PM. Val got up and told me to get ready for the show. I went into the living room and she went into our bedroom. I moved around some furniture to give her more room to maneuver and then stripped off all my clothes. I sat down on the couch and had some more wine while I waited for Val to come in. 

About ten minutes passed. I idly wondered if she'd fallen asleep or forgotten about me. I was about to get up to check on her when loud, rhythmic music filled the room. The bedroom door flew open and in swept Val. She had on a low-cut black bra that just barely covered her nipples, a black garter belt and very skimpy black panties. All three items had bright red piping as the only trim. On her legs she wore ultra sheer black stockings, and on her feet she had on black stiletto heels. She was incredibly sexy looking in that get-up! Val was in full vamp mode, taking long, purposeful steps as she strutted around the room. She walked up to me and bent forward at the waist, squeezing her breasts and jiggling them in my face. Then she turned around, spread her legs and bent down, wiggling her ass at me. The panties seemed to hardly be there as her pussy and butt crack were quite visible. She straightened up and again turned around. Val stood over my left leg and slowly lowered herself. On contact, she began sliding her crotch forward and backward over my leg. After a couple of minutes, she rose up and took a step back. Val lay down on her back and opened her legs wide. The crotch of her panties had effectively become transparent. The details of Val's vagina were so clear that I had to reach out and touch it to convince myself there was any covering at all! My cock reached about 95% of vertical. Val smiled and gave it a big wet kiss. This little outfit was a winner!

Val stood up and sashayed into the bedroom. At the door she turned her head to face me and stuck out her butt. She took off the panties and tossed them to me giving me a great big smile before closing the door. The thumping music stopped. I took hold of the panties and inhaled deeply of Val's sex. Soon I placed them on the couch next to me and thought dull thoughts. Eventually my dick began to deflate. I had a bit more wine and sat back, waiting for Val's next offering. 

After about ten minutes, can-can music from the movie "Moulin Rouge" came on. Val opened the door and timed her entrance to the music. She ran in and began dancing the can-can. She had on a green, frilly, one-piece outfit. Most of her tits were exposed as were her thighs. She had on green stockings and high heels. A feathered headpiece and a Japanese fan completed the ensemble. Val danced, kicking her legs high into the air. As before, she turned her back to me and bent down giving me a good look at her ample bottom. She twirled, arched her back, and did splits. I really enjoyed her routine, but the outfit didn't do that much for me. It was a half-master at best. Val ended her routine and saw that my cock wasn't as impressed with this item as with the first. She made a pouty face and mumbled something to my penis about not knowing a good thing. She stuck her tongue out at my prick in a show of displeasure, avoiding contact with the head. I tried to reassure her that even though the clothing didn't do it for me, I sure did enjoy her dancing and wouldn't mind seeing it again and again! Val scrunched her lips and said,

"Well, alright. But I can't believe you didn't like that can-can outfit! Everyone at work thought it was the best thing we'd done in a long time!"

I replied,

"Well, it isn't bad, but it's just too frilly for my tastes. And that part covering your bottom looks like something a grandma might wear. Why don't you chalk it up as a 'maybe'?"

She agreed and left the room. The movie soundtrack ended. My cock became totally limp as I awaited Val's next scene. 

Soon the sounds of people talking and bells dinging came on. Val reentered the living room and swept past me into the dining room. She had on a blue waitress' uniform, complete with a white blouse, white stockings and scuffed white shoes. She even had a nametag pinned to her blouse. From the dining room I heard, 

"Table for Joe, party of one."

I stood up and ambled in, my dick jumping from side to side. 

"Joe? Table for one? Please be seated. I'll be with you shortly."

I sat down and made myself comfortable. I couldn't help but wonder what Val had in store. I didn't have long to wait.

"Hi! I'm your hostess, Val. Is there anything I can get for you from the bar?"

I asked for a glass of the house wine.

"Very good, sir. I'll be back in a minute to take your order."

She quickly turned around and walked toward "the bar" to get my wine. It was only then that I noticed her uniform only covered her front and sides, kind of like an apron. Her backside was completely exposed! If she'd really been a waitress, Val would have already earned a very generous tip! My cock began stiffening for the third time that afternoon. I moved my seat back a couple of inches to give it room to grow. Val came back with my wine. She asked if I was ready to order. I said I couldn't decide and asked if she would suggest something. 

"Of course, sir. The pie is very good today! Would your care for a taste before deciding?" 

I agreed that was the prudent thing to do.

Val asked me to move my seat back a foot or so. I did and she hopped on the table, lying back with her legs spread. Her freshly shaved "pie" was before me.

"Please, help yourself!" she urged.

I licked my lips and dove in. I'm afraid I had much more than a single taste of her "pie", but Val didn't seem to mind! It took a minute or so before she shuddered in orgasm. I sat up, my face covered in her sex goo and Val stood up, straightening the front of her uniform. She gazed down at my full erection and remarked,

"Sir, you have quite a handsome penis! May I take a closer look at him?"

I responded that she could look as closely and as long as she wanted. She touched my cock, running her fingers over the flesh. I enjoyed every moment of her attentions. Then she took it into her mouth and kept it there, pressing her tongue on the bottom and head of the shaft. Soon, she released my prick and said,

"That was very nice, sir! Unfortunately I have to get back to work. My boss doesn't want us becoming too friendly with the customers."

I asked her how much I owed for the delicious "pie". Val said it was on the house and not to worry about it. I started to protest, but she shushed me and gave my cock a parting squeeze. She swayed her butt from side to side as she walked away to wait another table. 

The waitress outfit was a definite winner! 

I returned to the living room. I thought we had reached the high point of Val's modeling. I was wrong, and I couldn't have been happier.

"Joe, where's the candy from yesterday?" 

"Look in the closet. There should be two small bags."

"Oh, I found it. Thanks!"

What was that about? Maybe she needed a little pick-me-up? I didn't know and I soon forgot about it.

The bedroom door opened to the sounds of a kiddie TV program. Out skipped Val, wearing a dark red babydoll with sheer red panties, knee socks, bunny slippers and a barrettes in her hair. In her hand she had a big red cylindrical lollipop. The lollipop made the whole scene more believable. She skipped around the room. Her tits, butt cheeks and thighs bounced as she moved. Suddenly she stopped in front of me. In a little girl's voice she asked

"Hi! Do you want to be my friend?"

She looked at me with an innocent little-girl look as she licked her lolly. Jeez, I wanted to take her right then and there! She looked so hot! 

"Ye-, Yes, I want to be your friend! What's your name, little girl?"

"I'm Valerie, but you can call me Val. What's your name?"

"I'm Joe. I'm happy to meet you."

"Joe, why don't you have any clothes on?"

"It feels good. I just like it."

Val looked me over and fixed her gaze on my cock.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at my prick.

"Well, I'm a boy and that's my pee-pee."

"I have a pee-pee, but it looks different from yours. Your's sticks out, and mine doesn't. Do you wanna see it?"

Oh shit, how long could I stand it?

"OK, if you want to show it to me, I'll take a look!"

Val gave me a wide grin and moved the crotch of her panty aside. 

"See? Mine's kinda flat. There's a hole there where pee comes from. Can you see it?"

"Yes, I see it. I think it's very pretty! Can I touch it?"

"You want to touch my pee-pee? Eeeew! I don't know 'bout that!"

"You know, Val, when you get older, that part of your body becomes much more than a place where pee comes out of. It's the most special place a woman has."

She stared at me doe-eyed. 

"Wow, really? Is my place special now?"

"Yes it is, Val. As you grow you'll find you'll get great pleasure there. When you have boyfriends, you'll let some of them play there. I'm sure you'll like it a lot and they'll like it just as much. And, when you're ready and have a special man in your life, you and he will start a baby there and it's where it'll come out when it's ready to be born."

Val's face showed complete wonderment. Then the spell was broken and she started giggling. She pointed at my cock and said,

"Guess what! Your pee-pee is sticking up. It kinda looks like my lollipop!" 

She placed her lolly next to my dick and giggled some more. 

"My lollipop is long and you pee-pee is long. My candy has gum in it. Does your thing have anything in it?"

"Well, yes it does. There's a cream filling. But I'm not sure you're old enough for it!" 

"Why not? I'm almost ten! Isn't that old enough? Can I have some of your cream filling, pleeeeease?!"

This was a dirty old man's greatest fantasy and I AM a dirty old man!

"OK Val. But it'll be our secret."

"OK, our secret. What do I have to do?"

"You said it looks like your lollipop. Pretend it IS a lollipop and do what you always do with a lollipop!"

She looked at me and shrugged. Val moved her face toward my cock and gave it a little lick, then another and another.

She looked up at me and asked

"Am I doing it right? It doesn't taste like candy. It's not sweet at all. How long before I get the filling?"

"You're doing fine. Don't you like the taste? Maybe if you put it in your mouth and sucked on it just like your pop you'll like it better."

She followed my instructions. This little girl was a natural cock-sucker! Before long, her eyes were rolling up into her head and she was moaning. I warned her,

"Val, I'm ready with the cream filling. I think it'll be better if you try a little bit first. Some girls don't care for the taste."

But Val was too-far gone to care about what I said. The first streamer of spunk fired into her mouth, followed by several more. Val's mouth kept a tight seal around my prick as my balls emptied into it. She kept the suction up for about 30 seconds. I begged her to let go as the sensations in my cock were getting to be too much. 

"Your stuff feels funny! It's like Jell-o, but it tastes real salty and Jell-o isn't salty at all. But I kinda liked it anyway! What's it called?"

I gasped as the waves of orgasm subsided in my groin.

"It's called cum. I don't know why. But most grown up girls and women like it a lot. I'm glad you liked it."




Role Playing is Such "Hard" Work



Val had the lollipop back in her mouth. She said the sweetness of the candy and the saltiness of my spew tasted pretty good together.

I told her how adult she acted. She beamed at that. Then she moved her fingers to her crotch. She put the fingers of one hand into her pussy. Then she brought it up to her nose and smelled. 

"That smells OK. Do you like it?"

Her fingers were at my nose and I breathed in deeply. Then I brought her fingers to my mouth and licked her juices off them.

"Did that taste good to you? Let me try some."

I assured her it did. She dipped her fingers back into her slit and brought them to her mouth. After looking at them for a second or two, Val stuck them into her mouth. She made a frowny face.

"That doesn't taste as good as your cream!"

She licked her lolly a few more times before her eyes lit up.

"I know what to do!"

Val's fingers went back to her panties. She moved them aside and started rubbing the lollipop over her cunt lips. Then, as is by accident, the lollipop disappeared into her quim. She pulled the sucker out and slowly pushed it back in. 

"Ooooh, that feels really nice! Do big girls do this?"

"All the time! And sometimes, big boys help them. There's a game we play where the man makes the girl wet and then hides his pee-pee over and over in the girl's pee-pee. Would you like to play?"

Val was busy using the lolly as a dildo, but she was able to answer,

"Yes, I think that would be a fun game. Let's play!"

I lay her down on the couch and moved her hand away from her pussy. Then, I slowly pulled off those dark red panties. Val's pussy was wet and sticky from the mix of cunt juice and melted sugar. I moved my face to her crotch and gave her pussy a lick. It was good! I lick again and then started swishing my tongue back and forth over her cuntal lips. Val moaned in approval. She moved the lollypop to her mouth and then started running it over the material covering her titties. 

"Oh, Joe, don't stop! That feels sooooo good! I guess I'm a big girl now, aren't I? You said big girls let big boys do this to them, and you're a big boy and you're doing it to me. So that makes me a big girl!"

I nodded my head in agreement and kept on licking. Val raised her hips to make it easier for me to lick every part of her cunt. I gladly obliged.

Then I decided it was time to stop. Val looked at me in unhappy surprise.

"Why did you stop? Don't you like what you were doing? I sure liked it!"

"Val, remember I said that I would make you wet and then put my pee-pee into yours. Now's the time. Do you want me to do it?"

"Yes, yes, please put it in! Will it hurt?"

"It might feel a bit tight to you. I don't think it'll hurt, but let me know if it does and I'll stop. Ready?"

She shook her head "Yes".

I asked her to move so that her legs were over the edge of the couch. Then I lifted them and placed them on my shoulders as I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I looked at her and with my eyes asked if she wanted me to continue. She looked back and smiled. Slowly I pushed forward. The tip of my penis touched her pussy lips. Slowly I moved forward, eventually entering her vagina proper. I kept going in until I bottomed out. Val's breathing was slow and deep and she seemed to be concentrating on what was happening to her. I kept my cock bottomed out in her cunt for about 5 seconds before beginning a slow withdrawal. My cock head was barely inside when I reversed direction and reentered her slot. This went on for quite a few minutes. Val was squirming under me and I was rapidly approaching my second cumming. She let out a girlish squeak and then a low moan as she orgasmed. I was past the point of no return and unloaded my seed into her womb. 

I withdrew my cock and looked down at her pussy. Val's nether lips were spasming and before long a blob of sperm emerged and slowly flowed down over her ass crack before dropping onto the floor. She scooped the remaining jism up with her fingers and licked them clean. I gazed at her. Val's babydoll was covered in sweat and melted sugar and sperm. She never looked lovelier!

Val sat up and in her normal voice asked, 

"Well, what do you think?"

I replied that the babydoll was my definite favorite and any man who didn't like seeing a woman in it either hated women or was dead. The waitress uniform and the black bra, panty and stocking set were tied for a close second. The only one I didn't especially care for was the can-can outfit, and that was because of all the frills and unnecessary trim. But I reminded her I was definitely aroused by her dancing!

It was now almost 8:00 PM. Val thanked me for my "unbiased" opinions and started to get up. Even though I was physically spent I grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

"Where do you think you're going, little girl?"

Val smiled and prepared for the next adventure of our role-play.



Role Playing - The Seductress Boss



enjoyed playing the role of the stern Woman Boss to the lowly employee, willing to do ANYTHING to keep his job.

To set the scene: Ms. Linden (that would be "me!") requested that Tom come by her house late this afternoon to discuss some problems at the office...i.e. to terminate him from employment. I dressed ready to head out on the town to a nice dinner with friends after I fired my employee. I was dressed in my black thigh highs, a black wrap around dress with a V-cut front, black slip, black front-closure bra and black high-heeled sandals. I had a strand of pearls and pearl earrings. I had my nails done in a deep red as well as a matching pedicure so, I was dressed to fit the part.

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Tom arrived a little late. Obviously, he was nervous about why I had called this meeting.

"Tom, I want to go over some statistics with you about your performance levels," I informed him as I showed him into my living room and had him take a seat on the leather chair.

"Yes, Ms. Linden. I thought my attendance record was one of the best. I..."

"I don't want to hear how great your attendance has been, I want to know why your performance levels have fallen off dramatically in the last couple of weeks. Your job is on the line. I have to do some serious trimming of the fat around here and quite honestly, unless you can come up with some pretty good answers, I will have no choice but to fire you," I told him in a very stern voice.

"Ma'am, I'm willing to do anything to keep my job," Tom practically begged.

"Really, anything?" I asked. "I can think of a few ways you might be able to salvage your job."

"Yes, Ms. Linden, I am willing to do ANYTHING you tell me to do, ANYTHING," Tom said again.

"Okay, let's see what you're willing to do. Stand over there on the other side of the coffee table and take off all your clothes...completely, totally naked," I instructed Tom.

Tom stood up and walked around the coffee table and then slowly began to undress. I leaned back on the sofa and placed one high-heeled foot on the coffee table allowing my dress to fall open exposing the top of my short black slip and the tops of my thigh high hose...sans panties. Tom was watching between my legs...

As Tom took off his underwear, his cock stood straight out at full attention.

"What are you looking at???" I commanded. "You're pussy, ma'am. I've always wondered what your pussy looked like. All the guys at the office want to know if you wear panties...and seeing you without panties and shaved bare...Oh my gawd, Ms. Linden..." Tom stammered.

"Turn around, let me see what you look like. I'm not going to promise you'll get to keep your job but if you perform as I command, I may let you stay on a temporary basis. I can't honestly justify a live sex toy on my payroll but I can be pretty creative when it comes to covering for a willing boy toy," I told him. Tom turned around as I instructed.

I ordered him to stand still and I got up and walked up to him and got right in his face. I pinched his nipples and then reached down and began stroking his cock. He moaned and his knees began to quiver...

"Are you liking how I'm examining my potential toy?" I whispered to him... "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Good, you said you were willing to do anything, so I'm going to put you to the test...if you can eat my pussy like I like it and fuck me like I want it, then you might just secure your job until I tire of you," I told him. I played with his cock some more, stroking it and then sucking on it...he moaned and groaned...

"Let's go back here and see how you perform," I told Tom and grabbed him by the cock and led him back to my bedroom.

Once back in my bedroom, I showed Tom where my "pussy eating" chair was located and how it was to be used by him when he eats my pussy. I then began to undress slowly, untying my wrap dress and having him watch...then instructing him to suck my tits when I released them from my black, front closure bra...he sucked each nipple and I felt my pussy juices begin to flow...I then took his hand and had him feel how hot my pussy was...

"Oh Ms. Linden, your pussy is so hot and wet," he gasped. "Yes, it is...now, I want you to sit in that chair and I'll position myself just so here on the bed and I want you to eat my pussy. I've got my riding crop here in my hand and if you don't do it just right, I'm going to whack you with the crop...do you understand, Tom?" I asked as I finished undressing, leaving my thigh highs and heels on. I sat back on my bed and positioned the study pillow behind me for support and then I spread and raised my legs so Tom had a perfect view of my freshly shaved pussy.

Tom then took his place in the chair and asked permission to begin eating my pussy. He started licking very, very gently all around my inner thighs and then lapping delicately at my pussy...oh, gawd it felt good and I made sure he knew he was doing a good job.

Next, I had Tom lick and tongue my asshole...then I got up on my hands and knees and commanded him to worship my ass properly...show me what a good "ass kisser" he really was...he licked and kissed all over my ass cheeks and then pulled my ass cheeks apart and licked at my tight little ass hole with his tongue...I was in heaven...he would lick down to my pussy and then back up my crack...I allowed him to do this several times before making him stop...I was already to have my first orgasm, but my gawd, it was too early in our scene to have this happen.

I commanded Tom get up on the bed on his back. I informed him that if he used his hands to touch me without permission, I would chain him up...he promised me he would follow my instructions and he would not have to be bound.

I lubed up my hands and began to work on his already hard as a rock cock. His hips began to thrust up into my hands...he was liking the cock massage...then I decided to suck on his cock...I did this until I could feel the little muscles on the insides of his thighs start to twitch...that's one of the signs of a man getting close to cumming...so, I backed off.

I continued to work on Tom's cock, placing the vibrating cock ring around his hard shaft, pushing it down to his balls...then I used my FUKU gloves to rub him all over...

I was so turned on, I decided it was time for him to lick my pussy until I came...I stood up on the bed and positioned myself over his face. I then placed my knees on the pillow on both sides of his head and lowered my pussy down to his face.

M. began licking and flicking his tongue on my delicate clit...he had me moaning and groaning in no time...I started fucking his face, getting closer and closer to my orgasm...I didn't want to give in to it but the wave I was riding was about to come crashing over the edge...and it did...oh my goodness, I came in one of those full body orgasms...shuddering and twitching...rolling off my dear victim, Tom. He kept trying to touch me and I would push him away...I can't stand to be touched for about 5 to 10 minutes after I have a full body orgasm...he was quite pleased with himself. I commended him for a job well done but that I was not through playing with him. He would leave when I was ready for him to leave.

After I had regained my composure, I set to seeing how to get Tom to cum. I worked his cock into another frenzy with my hands and decided it was time to climb aboard his hard cock...I placed a condom on his erection and climbed aboard...his hard cock felt so good, not too big, not too little...just right. I rode him until I could tell Tom was in a bit of distress. You see, Tom wasn't used to being on the bottom and this was a first experience at being rode. I recognized he was having trouble breathing and got off of him...talking to him to breath and relax...calm down...basically, he hyperventilated. Once Tom had calmed down, I got between his legs and began playing, massaging, stroking his cock back to a full-blown erection.

I told Tom to close his eyes and concentrate on his cock...that it was all about his cock. I told him to breath in through his nose, out through his mouth...all the while I was moving my hands in a twisting motion, coupled with a slight up and down movement...it didn't take Tom long for his cock to explode in my hands and explode it did!!!

Tom had a pretty big load of cum for me. I was thrilled, he was thrilled and for the time being, Tom. was going to keep his job with Ms. Linden's company!!



Role-Playing Wife



"I've been reading this book," Jennifer says to her husband as they're lying in bed, her hand roaming down his stomach, "and it suggests some ways to overcome our little problem." Their little problem, as she puts it, is that Chuck can no longer sustain an erection with her. He's not impotent, his secretary can attest to that, but with his wife he either doesn't get it up at all or loses it halfway through.

"Like what?" Chuck asks skeptically. Her hand slides farther down and is lightly stroking his cock. It feels good, but as much as he hates to admit it, after 20 years of marriage his wife just doesn't hold any appeal for him anymore. It's not her fault; she's still attractive and has done her best to maintain her figure over the years, he just no longer finds her arousing.

"Well," she whispers breathily in his ear, "it's all about fantasy. We'll create a fantasy world where you'll be fucking someone else." Before he has a chance to protest, she continues. "If you could have anyone you know, not a movie star or anything but someone you really know, who would it be?" Apparently, she understands his problem better than he thought. 

"I don't know, Jenn." He says, dubious about the value of admitting to his wife that he fantasizes about other women. "I've never thought about it," he lies. As a matter of fact, several women come to mind that he would love to fuck and his cock stiffens in his wife's hand. 

"You're lying," she smiles, running her thumb up and down the underside of his cockhead. "It's okay Chuck, you're not going to fuck them, just fantasize about them. Tell me the top three on your list of fuckable women."

"This is too weird." He says, already trying to narrow the list to women that might be acceptable to his wife so he can play her game. Unfortunately, his top choices are the least acceptable women he could name. 

"Be completely honest, Chuck," she admonishes him. "I know you and you'll name some women just to appease me. I want to know who would really get you off." As she says this, Jennifer moves down his body and starts licking his chest. "Who would you most like to be sucking your cock right now?" She asks squeezing his surprisingly solid member.

"This is stupid." He says defensively. How can he tell his wife who his ultimate fantasy would be? She'd never understand.

"Who would you like to see kneeling naked between your legs, feeding your hard cock into her mouth?" Jennifer knows he's thinking about someone specific because of the unconscious reaction in his cock. Her book mentioned that most men won't admit their fantasy fucks to their wives without considerable prodding and reassurances of acceptance. 

"It can be anyone, honey." Jennifer says, licking her way down his stomach. "You're not going to actually fuck her and we'll be the only ones who'll ever know." Her mouth has reached the head of his cock and she flicks her tongue out, licking around his cockhead.

"I hope it's someone really erotic and taboo." She says, swirling her tongue around his hard cock. This is working, she thinks. Even if he doesn't tell her who he's thinking about, his cock is harder than it's been in quite a while. She really would like to know so she can play up the fantasy.

"Like who?" He asks, wondering what her reaction would be if she knew he was thinking about their teenage daughter. 

When Ellie turned eighteen a couple of months ago, he'd readily given in to her request for a beach party with her friends, looking forward to seeing all her nubile girlfriends in their skimpy bikinis. Well, imagine Chuck's surprise when it was his own daughter who caused his blood to boil. He'd never really thought of her sexually before.

While he cooked burgers for her and her friends on the beach, he surreptitiously compared his daughter's hard body to those of her girlfriends. A few had larger tits or more revealing bikinis and one had a more fully rounded ass, but Ellie's body was clearly the sexiest overall. The image of her in her tiny pink bikini is still vivid in his mind as his wife sucks his hard cock into her mouth.

"Just tell me." Jennifer says, continuing to stroke his saliva coated cock as she takes a breath. "You're obviously thinking about someone. Please tell me who." Wrapping her lips around his cock she slides them down the length of it, flicking the underside with her tongue.

"Oh yeah!" Chuck moans, pushing his cock farther into his wife's mouth. Should he tell her? Should he admit to how aroused he got watching their daughter bend over to get a drink from the cooler, displaying more of her firm young tits than he'd ever seen? Or how he'd jacked off later to the mental image of her barely covered ass cheeks swaying provocatively as she walked along the sand? Would she really understand?

"Give me some hints." Jennifer says, swinging her leg over him and taking advantage of the fact that his cock is harder than it's been in months. "Blonde, brunette, redhead?" She asks, reaching between her legs to guide him into her.

"Who says I'm thinking about someone else?" He asks, enjoying the heat of his wife's pussy as it engulfs his cock. 

"Blonde, brunette or redhead." Jennifer repeats, rocking back and forth, pleased that her idea seems to be working.

"Blonde." Thinking about Ellie's long blonde tresses, Chuck's brain wanders to her pubic region conjuring up images of a blonde triangle between her shapely thighs. The skimpy bottoms of her bikini completely covered her with no stray hairs, so she must be neatly trimmed or shaved, he thinks.

"Short hair or long?" Jennifer asks, rolling her hips to massage him with her slippery aroused pussy.

"Long." Chuck answers, closing his eyes as he envisions his daughter riding his cock.

"Under thirty?" Jennifer asks, rocking faster and setting a rhythm that moves her closer to the first orgasm she's had on her husband's cock in a long time.

"Yes." Chuck pants, thrusting his cock in rhythm to his wife's gyrations.

"Under twenty-five?" She asks, wondering about the young blonde who's helping solve her sexual problems.

"Yes!" Chuck asserts, surprisingly close to orgasm himself.

"Under twenty?" Jennifer asks skeptically, wondering who her husband knows in that age group.

"YES!" Chuck shouts, shooting his load into his wife's wanton pussy triggering her release as he continues to picture his teenage daughter's blonde pussy. God! I'm really a pervert, he thinks. The only way I can get off with my wife is thinking about my daughter. How sick is that?

"God, I needed that!" Jennifer breathes as she collapses on his chest for the first time in years. "Thank you," she says, kissing him on his lips.

"You're thanking me for thinking of someone else while we fuck?" He asks incredulously.

"Yes, it really worked," she says, "but I'm dying to know who you were thinking about. I want to role play being her and have you screaming her name when you cum."

"No you don't." Chuck says cryptically still not sure how his wife will react.

"Why not?"

"You'll think I'm a sick pervert." He says turning his head away from her. A sick pervert? It takes Jennifer about half a minute to put a name to the under twenty blonde.

"Ellie?" She asks, pulling her head back to look at her husband's face.

"I knew you'd think it's sick. Fuck, I even think it's sick." He gives her an impish smile. 

"It's just... I wasn't expecting... how long have you been, you know, thinking about her?" Jennifer is shocked at Chuck's revelation, but still luxuriating in the afterglow of her first orgasm with him in a very long time. 

"Since the beach party." Chuck admits. "Seeing her in that bikini, comparing her to her friends..." his voice tapers off as Jennifer gets the picture. "It's not like I'd ever do anything with her, Jenn!" Chuck quickly backpedals, feeling that maybe he's said too much already. "She reminds me a lot of you at that age." He adds trying to take the edge off of his incestuous fantasy.

Jennifer lays her head on his shoulder and thinks about their daughter. Ellie is growing into a sexy young woman, but what kind of a mother would use her daughter to fuel her husband's sexual fantasies. With her pussy still pulsating around Chuck's cock, she decides to test the waters.

"What is it about Ellie that turns you on the most?" She whispers. Chuck isn't sure how to answer. Should he give her a generic answer or really spell it out for her. What the fuck, this is the first time they've fucked in a long time; why not just go for it.

"Her firm young tits are probably the most exiting," he whispers, "but her cute little ass is equally intriguing." Jennifer feels his cock stiffen within her soggy pussy and decides to push him a little farther. 

"Just her tits and her ass?" she asks, squeezing her pussy muscles around his recovering cock. 

"I've tried to imagine what her pussy looks like," he admits. "With her hair so blonde, I imagine her pubic hair is fairly light, too." Chuck feels his cock responding to the erotic vision of his daughter and tries to gauge his wife's reaction, as he grows hard inside her warm pussy.

Having shared dressing rooms at the beach and while shopping, Jennifer knows exactly what her daughter's body looks like. Pushing herself up onto Chuck's hard cock, she decides to feed him bits and pieces of information to keep him aroused. God! This is so wrong, but it feels so fucking good!

"Her pubic hair is light blonde... and it's neatly trimmed." She says, rocking her body on his fully recovered tool. "She has it waxed into a tiny triangle just above her... vagina." Jennifer can't bring herself to say pussy when she's talking about her daughter. Chuck has his eyes closed, envisioning Ellie's blonde pubic hair as his wife bounces away on his dick.

"You said you liked her firm young breasts." Jennifer continues. "Have you seen them naked?" She asks, slamming her steamy pussy down on his very rigid cock.

"No! Never," Chuck retorts.

"What do you think they look like?" Jennifer asks.

"I'm not sure." Chuck blurts out as he thrusts his cock up, trying to match his wife's frantic rhythm. "Why... don't... you... tell... me?" he pants,

"They're milky white," Jennifer explains, her breath coming in labored gasps, "with quarter sized, rose-colored areolas." She stops talking and rides him like a wild woman.

"Tell me more." Chuck pleads, his eyes closed and his cock about to burst. "Her nipples, tell me about her nipples." 

"They're... like buds... little... pink... buds." Jennifer can't talk, she can barely breathe. Her pussy is on fire and her orgasm is building to an amazing crescendo. She has to keep him going until she reaches the peak. "I've... never... seen them hard... but I bet... they'd feel like... little... pencil erasers... in your mouth!" Jennifer slams down hard, clenching her pussy muscles around his cock setting off his release and another eruption of cum deep inside her enflamed cunt.

With her pussy still pulsating around his cock, Chuck is awestruck by the way Jennifer willingly fed his incestuous fantasy. Early in their marriage they used to role-play sometimes, but never as actual people and certainly nothing like this. His wife actually knows what Ellie looks like naked. He wants to ask more questions about Ellie's young body but is afraid to seem over eager.

"I guess that worked." Jennifer says, her head on his shoulder and her breathing still coming in short gasps.

"Yeah." Chuck strokes her hair and waits for her post-coital reaction to his fantasy of their daughter.

"I suppose there's nothing wrong with incest as a fantasy... especially when it feels this good," she says, emitting an anxious laugh and snuggling closer to him.

"You don't think I'm a sick pervert?" He asks, reaching his hand down to cup her ass cheeks.

"I'm sure you're not the first father to fantasize about his teenage daughter." She squeezes her pussy muscles around his spent cock as she remembers that the book explicitly said she needed to be accepting of whomever he wanted to fantasize about. "It'll be our little secret. No one will ever know." Jennifer doesn't realize that their secret has already been compromised and to the one person she would least want to know it. 

Just before turning off her light, after finishing another chapter in her teen romance book, Ellie made one last trip to the bathroom. On her way back to her room, she heard her parents talking and decided to say goodnight. Their bedroom door was half opened, but while reaching up to push it the rest of the way she realized they weren't just talking. Ohmygod, she thought they're fucking. Taking two quick steps back towards her room, she froze. Maybe just one peek.

Tiptoeing to her parent's bedroom, keeping in the shadows against the wall, she eases the door open a little more. The headboard of the bed is against the far left wall and from where she's standing Ellie can see her mother's naked side and back as she sits astride Ellie's dad.

"Blonde, brunette or redhead?" She hears her mother ask and wonders what she's talking about.

"Blonde!" Her father answers as her mother rhythmically rocks back and forth.

"Short hair or long?" Her mother asks, rocking faster and giving Ellie a clear view of her father's cock as it pistons in and out of her mother's wet pussy.

"Long." What are they doing playing some kind of game, Ellie wonders, her eyes glued to her father's slippery cock. It's longer and thicker than any of the three cocks Ellie has seen. 

"Under thirty?" Her mother asks. Mesmerized by the sight of her father's cock, Ellie moves one hand between her legs and lightly strokes her pussy through her panties. She's wearing just her thin, pink nightshirt over her bikini panties, which are getting wetter by the minute. Ellie has always been easy to arouse; even some intense kissing without any intimate contact and she's oozing juice into her panties. 

"Yes." Her father says and Ellie watches him thrust his ass off the bed and match her mother's rhythms. Without taking her eyes off the frantically fucking couple, Ellie slips her hand inside her panties and strokes her juicy slit with her middle finger.

"Under twenty-five?" Her mother continues the guessing game as Ellie pushes her finger inside and rocks her pussy mound against her palm. Mmmmmm. Her mother is bouncing like crazy now, completely out of control. That's never happened to me, Ellie muses. The two guys she has let fuck her have both left her wanting. Her mother seems to be really getting off. Maybe I should have been on top, she thinks.

"Yes!" Yes what? What are they going on about?

"Under twenty?" Her mother asks. Ellie listens to the squeaks of the bed, the moans from her parents and vigorously pumps her own pussy as she watches the frenzied fucking.

"YES!" her dad shouts, obviously climaxing. Before Ellie can wonder if her mom is going to be left wanting, she sees her slam down hard, shivering and shaking through an intense orgasm. Damn! I wish that was me. Well, not fucking my dad, but certainly getting that kind of release, Ellie thinks, leaning against the wall as she continues to finger fuck herself.

"God, I needed that!" She hears her mom say. "Thank you." Ellie squeezes her legs around her hand and silently shudders as her orgasm hits her and she slumps against the wall.

"You're thanking me for thinking of someone else while we fuck?" Her dad asks and Ellie wonders why her mom was trying to guess who he was thinking about while they were fucking. That's too weird!

"Yes, it really worked," she says, "but I'm dying to know who you were thinking about. I want to role play being her and have you screaming her name when you cum." This is too much information. Ellie pulls her soaked finger from between her legs and straightens her panties. Tiptoeing back to her room, she gets about four feet when she hears her name.

"Ellie?" her mom says. Opps, busted! She turns around, trying to think of an excuse why she'd be in the hallway outside their room, when she realizes they aren't talking to her. She continues to hear their voices although they're much softer now that her mom's lying on top of her dad and their heads are next to each other. Straining to hear why they would mention her name, she clasps her hand over her mouth to mute her gasp when she hears her dad talking about her tits and her ass.

Ohmygod! Ohmygod! This is just too weird. Her dad was fantasizing about her while he fucked her mom! Ellie leans against the wall trying to calm her breathing. She can barely hear them now. What else are they saying? 

Easing closer to the door, she hears her mom describing her trimmed pubic hair and her dad asking about her tits. Feeling like she's fallen into an alternate universe where incestuous nympho psychos have replaced her parents, Ellie watches her parents frenetic fucking while they talk about her nipples.

"I've never seen them hard but I bet they'd feel like little erasers in your mouth!" Fucking hell! What is her mother doing? Ellie can't believe her ears! 

Staggering back to her room, delirious with confusion, Ellie stretches her arms out to balance herself against the walls. She's like a drunken sailor trying to walk on a swaying ship. Falling into bed, she pulls the covers over her head and tries to make sense of what she's just seen and heard. 

Was her dad really checking her out at her birthday party? Her friends had all teased her about how sexy her dad is, saying they wanted to be Daddy's Girl. She had laughed, not taking any of it seriously. Now her brain is filled with the image of her daddy's thick cock disappearing into her mom's pussy. Oh god! She had gotten off watching her parents fuck, not knowing that her dad was getting off thinking about her. This is so fucked up! Tossing and turning she finally falls into a fitful sleep.

Turning off her alarm, Ellie stands up and stretches. Hearing noises in the kitchen brings back all the images of last night and she sits back down on her bed. How can she face her parents this morning?

"Ellie!" her mom calls, "are you up?"

"I'm up!" she yells back, heading for the shower in just her panties and her nightshirt like she does every morning. Halfway into the hall, she's suddenly self-conscious about how little she's wearing. What if she runs into her dad in the hallway? She hurries to the bathroom and closes the door. Leaning against it, she tries to remember how often he's seen her like this. Was he checking her out? And why on earth are these thoughts making her wet?

Turning on the shower and pulling her nightshirt over her head, she studies herself in the mirror. She doesn't have the biggest breasts in her class, but she thinks they fit her body really well. Cupping them in her hands, she turns left and right admiring the profile of each breast, her nipples jutting out proudly from her puffy areolas. Pinching the tips and giving them a gentle twist, she watches in the mirror as they become more erect and she smiles, thinking they are much bigger than pencil erasers, mom. Is this what you want to see, daddy: your little girl's hard nipples? 

Or this? Ellie peels her bikini panties down and kicks them to the side. Her mother described her pubic hair perfectly. Running her fingers through the neatly trimmed triangle, she presses against her mound and pulls up, displaying her hairless pussy in the mirror. Her monthly bikini wax keeps her stubble free and she wonders how her daddy would react if he saw this.

"Ellie! Breakfast is almost ready!" Her mom knocks on the bathroom door. Ellie jumps into the shower before answering.

"Be right there!" She yells, lathering soap over her sensitive tits while inserting a finger into her wet pussy. A plan starts to formulate as she quickly gets herself off in the shower. On her next date, she'll try imagining that it's her daddy fucking her. Maybe this incest fantasy game can be played in reverse. She cums thinking about her daddy's hard cock. 




Role-Playing Wife



Jennifer slept well, relaxed from her back-to-back orgasms, but was up before the sun searching father-daughter incest fantasies on her computer. She was shocked to discover how many sites were devoted to the topic. It's at least fairly common, she decided, if not completely healthy to fantasize about having sex with your daughter. Most of the sites were either crude pictures of teenage girls having sex with middle-aged men or erotic sex stories about incest. Several sites appeared to be academic discussions of incest, but ended up being the same crude pictures and poorly edited stories. She finally concluded that it wasn't a unique fantasy and that, unless acted upon, it was ultimately harmless. 

Chuck, on the other hand was in a funk most of the morning. He couldn't even look at Ellie when she came to breakfast and he quickly finished his coffee and left for the office. As much as he enjoyed hearing his wife describe Ellie's body, he now regretted having told her about his fantasy. It's a sick and perverted way to improve their sex life. 

He muddled through his work and by lunchtime, his secretary was concerned enough to ask if he was okay.

"Hey," Melanie says, closing the door and turning the lock, "you okay?"

"Yeah. Just... um... a lot going on at home." He says, not looking up from his desk. 

"That's why you've got me, sugar." Melanie says, unbuttoning her blouse and draping it carefully over a chair. "Remember, I'm here to help you forget about all those troubles at home." She laughs as she unzips her skirt and steps out of it. 

Chuck looks up and sees Melanie standing there in her bra and panties, both nearly matching her light brown skin tone and shakes his head.

"I thought we agreed to stop doing this in the office." Chuck says, not really in the mood for her today. "What if we get caught?" Their affair had started a few months ago with just this type of encounter, but they'd graduated to a local hotel where they usually go right after work several days a week. 

"I can't wait until later," Melanie says, removing her bra and shaking free her large brown tits, "and you don't look like you should wait." The sight of Melanie's tits stirs Chuck's cock to life and he decides not to argue with her. "Let me do all the work, baby," Melanie says, dangling her tits over him as she loosens his tie and starts unbuttoning his shirt. Sucking her thick black nipple into his mouth, Chuck leans forward to allow Melanie to pull his shirt from his shoulders.

"That's the spirit." Melanie says, as Chuck reaches over and pulls her panties down. Melanie spreads her legs and Chuck brushes his hand through her thick, spongy pubic hair. She's already wet with anticipation when he slides his fingers between her chocolate brown thighs. This wasn't always the case. Melanie started the affair to hedge her bet when she started hearing layoff rumors a few months ago. Since then several cutbacks have been made and she has survived every one of them. 

She probably doesn't need to keep fucking her boss to keep her job, but it turns out he's a great lover and always leaves her satisfied. She especially likes the way he eats her through multiple orgasms before plunging his large cock into her soggy pussy. Not today, though. Today she just wants to suck and fuck him out of his funk.

"Wait a minute, baby, let's get you undressed first." Melanie steps back, pulling him to his feet. Loosening his belt and undoing his button, she pulls his zipper down. With his pants hanging open, she pauses to slide her hand into the fly of his boxers and caress his stiff cock. 

"Mmmm." Chuck moans as Melanie expertly stimulates his cock with her fingers. "God, Mel." Chuck groans.

"I know, sugar." Melanie kisses his lips as her thumbs swirls over his sensitive cockhead. Pulling her hand out, Melanie kneels on the floor and pulls his trousers the rest of the way down, followed by his boxer shorts. Leaving them both in a bunch around his ankles, she pushes him down into his swivel chair, spreads his knees apart and reaches for his throbbing cock. 

"Lunchtime." She smiles, wrapping her thick, black lips around his pale cock. Chuck hired Melanie for her superb secretarial skills, but they pale in comparison to her amazing cocksucking ability. He watches, as she licks and sucks, coating his entire cock with her saliva before using her hand to pump him into her mouth. 

Chuck leans his head back and closes his eyes as Melanie's tongue licks and swirls, her head bobs and her hand corkscrews up and down his cock. The sensations are incredible! He grabs her hair and tries to force his cock farther into her warm mouth. She pulls her head back, leaving just his cockhead in her mouth and her tongue flicking the underside of it. Still pumping his cock with one hand, her other hand finds his balls and lightly rolls them around with her fingertips. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck, Mel!" Chuck explodes into her mouth, jerking out several loads of cum that Melanie hungrily swallows as she sucks him dry. "Thanks," he pants, "I needed that."

"Want to talk about it?" Melanie asks, licking the sides of his spent cock while stretching it out with her hand. 

"No, just Jenn trying to rekindle our sex life again." He says, not willing to disclose his sick perversions. "She's got this idea that if I fantasize about someone else I'll be able to get it up with her."

"Did you?" Melanie asks, sucking his limp cock into her mouth and moving it around with her tongue.

"No, it didn't work," he lies.

"Did you try fantasizing about me?" Melanie raises an eyebrow while continuing to suck on his gradually responding cock.

"No, I think that would be weird." He says, his cock finally reacting to her continued machinations. "You are amazing." 

"Don't you forget it," she laughs. His cock is now fully recovered and Melanie stands up. "What's your pleasure, kind sir?" She bows, allowing her ample breasts to hang deliciously from her chest. "Would you like your wench turned or mounted?" Melanie turns her ass towards him and he squeezes her firm, round cheeks, kneading them with his fingers. Melanie is the only black woman Chuck has ever been with and he loves her sumptuous ass. It's unlike any white woman's ass could ever be and his cock twitches at the thought of fucking her from behind. But not today. Today he wants her facing him, kissing him and rubbing her big tits all over his chest.

"Mounted," he says and watches her smile. 

"I was hoping you'd say that." Chuck scoots down in the chair and Melanie swings her leg over him, positioning her knees on either side of his hips. Leaning forward she pushes her tongue into his mouth, mashes her large tits against his chest and slowly lowers herself onto his hard cock.

"Mmppphhhh." Chuck moans into her mouth as her hot velvety pussy sheaths itself around his cock. He tries to push up into her, but her weight holds him down and she squeezes her pussy muscles around his throbbing rod. With a slight rolling motion of her hips, she starts sliding him in and out of her pussy.

Breaking the kiss, Melanie sits up straight, pushing her tits into his face, as she rhythmically rolls her hips and bounces on his cock in short rapid strokes. Intoxicated with pleasure and his brain clear of any incestuous thoughts, Chuck grabs her tits and again sucks one of her thick black nipples into his mouth. 

"Yeah baby, suck it, bite it," Melanie coos, wrapping her arms around his head, almost smothering him in her fleshy tits while she picks up the pace, jouncing on his cock and testing the suspension limits of his executive chair.

With his teeth gently clenched on her hard black nipple and his tongue swirling around it, Chuck thrusts his hips up, trying to match her frantic rhythm. 

With little advance warning, they're out of control. They've reached the point where the rhythm takes over; they grab hold of each other and just ride for the goal. An earthquake could hit the building, or the fire alarms go off and they would be powerless to stop their frenzied movements until they crest the summit of pleasure's hill. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Melanie slams her pussy down on Chucks cock, squeezing him inside her spasming cavern and flooding him with her hot juices. Chuck's cock echoes her urgency, jerkily spurting his full load of cum into her syrupy mix. Their combined love juices would create a beautiful interracial baby if Melanie weren't so diligent about her birth control pills, but neither of them is thinking about this as they bask in their post-coital bliss. 

"I have to get back to work," Melanie says once her breathing has returned to normal. "I don't want to get fired." She smiles, kissing him on the lips.

"No chance," Chuck answers, as she disengages herself from his spent cock. "Thanks, Mel. You always know what I need." 

"You always need the same thing, sir." Melanie teases, while slipping her arms into her bra. "I'll always be here for you, Chuck. Just don't get mushy on me." She finishes getting dressed and blows him a kiss as she leaves the office. Best fucking hiring decision he ever made!

Chuck pulls his trousers up to his thighs and hobbles into the executive bathroom that's attached to his office. He normally doesn't worry about going home with Melanie's juices on his cock, but who knows what Jennifer will suggest they try tonight. Grabbing the washcloth, he thoroughly cleans himself with soap and water.

While her daddy is fucking his secretary, Ellie is trying to concentrate in fifth period math. She almost told her best friend, Hannah, about last night when they were having lunch together but decided to keep the secret to herself. At her birthday party, Hannah was the most vocal about her dad's sexiness, once the others had gotten it started. For as long as they've been friends and the countless times Hannah has slept over at her house, she never knew Hannah thought of her dad that way. When Ellie asked her about it at lunch today, Hannah dismissed her concern by saying it was all just fun, but then added with a giggle that Ellie's dad is really sexy without a shirt. 

The bell rings and Ellie gathers up her notebook, not having heard any of the assignment or test review. Oh well. She runs into Steve while walking to her science class.

"Hey, Ellie! Wait up!" Steve calls from behind her. Steve is one of the dates who left her wanting the last time they went out. He's over six feet tall with dark, curly hair hanging just over his ears. His cock isn't as big as her daddy's but he might be the right candidate for her fantasy. 

"Hi Steve." Ellie says, standing on her tiptoes while she gives him a hug. 

"Sam is having a party Friday night after the football game. Would you like to go?" He asks as they walk together towards their lockers.

"Sure." Ellie says, wondering if she can get her fantasy to work in the backseat of his car. That's where they did it the last time.

"His parents are out of town all week, so... it... um... could be fun." He smiles sheepishly.

"Yeah. I'm sure it will be." She says cryptically. Perfect! Ellie tries to remember how many bedrooms Sam's house has, but realizes she's never been there. 

"Great!" Steve's smile takes up his whole face. "See ya later." He says, running to make his next class. Yeah, see you later, Ellie muses, excited about getting home and preparing for her fantasy fuck. She hopes her parents are at it again tonight so she can solidify her image of her dad fucking her.

Dinner is uneventful with everyone making small talk about nothing. They all seem more comfortable tonight, than they did at breakfast. Jennifer resolved her guilt with computer research, Chuck fucked his completely away with his secretary and Ellie is making mental plans for her own incestuous fantasy. Everyone's happy!

Ellie is extremely disappointed that there is no sexual action in her parent's bedroom tonight. She hears them talking but then they roll over and go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow. She falls asleep thinking about how to make her fantasy work.

While Ellie's taking her shower the next morning her mom comes into the bathroom.

"Mom!" Ellie cries trying to cover herself behind the shower curtain. "A little privacy, please." 

"Oh really, sweetheart, don't be silly. I just need something from the medicine cabinet." Jennifer lingers in the bathroom presumably looking through the medicine cabinet but actually waiting for her daughter to finish her shower. 

"Do you still go to that same salon for your waxing, El?" Jennifer says when the shower turns off.

"Yeah, why?" Ellie asks reaching around the shower curtain for a towel and wondering why her mom wants to know about her bikini waxing.

"I want to have mine done and I thought I'd go to the same place." Her mom smiles as Ellie steps from the shower. "Can I see how you're doing yours now?"

"Mom, what's going on? You've never been interested in getting waxed before?" Ellie knows exactly what's going on; her mom needs more information for her dad's fantasy. 

"Come on, Ellie, it's just me. Lift the towel so I can see what your waxing looks like to decide if that's what I want." Her mom has seen her naked on many occasions and there is no reason for her not to show her mom her pubic hair, but after the other night it seems weird. 

"Fine." Her cheeks glowing with embarrassment, Ellie slowly lifts the towel as her mom bends down to look at her pubic hair.

"Spread your legs a little, Honey, I can't see how far it's waxed." Ellie takes a deep breath and does as her mom says. "Does it hurt when they wax it?" Her mom asks, staring at her daughter's hairless pussy. 

"Sure, a little, but you get used to it." Ellie says and resumes drying herself off, using the towel to cover her pubic mound. "Can I finish now?" She says.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I didn't mean to embarrass you." Jennifer says, opening the bathroom door just as Chuck walks past. 

"Mom!" Ellie says, pulling the towel up to cover her breasts and inadvertently exposing her pussy to her father's gaze. "Daddy!" She yells, pushing the door closed but not before her father gets an eyeful of her naked backside in the bathroom mirror.

"What... what's going on?" Chuck stutters, his brain barely able to process what he's just seen. He caught a quick flash of his daughter's perfect tits before she pulled the towel up and showed him her fine blonde triangle. As quickly as that vision disappeared he looked up and saw her firm young ass in the bathroom mirror. Damn! He closes his eyes and tries to recapture the images.

"I just needed something from the bathroom." Jennifer says, glancing at his erection. "Perfect timing, I'd say for your fantasy." She whispers as she squeezes his cock through his trousers. 

"I... it wasn't intentional." He stammers and then notices his wife smiling at him.

"I know that, Chuck. I'm just teasing you." She gives him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll have a surprise for you tonight," she adds before moving down the hall towards the kitchen.

With her ear pressed to the bathroom door, Ellie hears about the surprise and wonders if her mom is going to get her pussy waxed. Waiting until she hears them both walk away, she wraps the towel around her and runs to her bedroom. Could this get any stranger?

After another humdrum day with nothing to break the normal routine, Ellie and her parents eat dinner, watch TV and anxiously wait for bedtime. Her mother is especially antsy, wanting to spring her surprise on her husband. Chuck seems more nervous than anxious. Ellie intentionally changed into her nightshirt and panties about an hour before bedtime to watch her daddy's reaction. As expected, he's had a hard time keeping his eyes on the TV with his daughter's nipples embossing little bumps on the front of her nightshirt. He's adjusted himself a couple of times, especially when Ellie tucked her feet up under her, exposing most of her shapely thighs. This morning's images of her naked flesh flash through his brain.

"I'm ready for bed." Jennifer announces as the TV show ends. 

"Me too." Chuck says awkwardly trying to hide his erection as he gets up from the couch. Ellie stands too, giving her dad a goodnight kiss and hug. Her firm young tits pressed against his chest reignites his cock and Ellie feels it poking into her as she squeezes him tightly. Smiling, she turns towards her mother.

"Goodnight Mom." Ellie says hugging and kissing her goodnight. What the fuck! Ellie takes a deep breath through her nose. It's unmistakable; mom is wearing my perfume. Is that the surprise? 

Ellie hurries to her bedroom and waits for her parents to get settled in so she can sneak back into the hall.

Having resolved her guilt that morning, Jennifer excitedly threw herself into the incestuous role-play. After calling for an appointment, she left work early and visited the same salon Ellie uses. On her way home she picked up some lubricant from the drug store. As a final touch, she borrowed some of her daughter's favorite perfume, spraying it liberally on her inner thighs and between her breasts. 

"Leave the lamp on a minute," Jennifer says, exiting the bathroom and standing naked next to the bed. Chuck brings his hand back from the switch and turns to look at his wife. From his prone position on the bed he gets his first view is of her newly waxed pussy. 

"I wanted you to see this before you turned off the light," Jennifer smiles. Spreading her legs, she shows off the neatly trimmed triangle above her hairless pussy lips. "I'm also wearing her perfume and I've lubricated my ass to simulate the feeling of a tight teenage vagina." Chuck is speechless. He can't believe his wife is taking his fantasy so seriously.

"I don't know what to say, Jenn." She steps closer and he runs his hand over her cropped pussy mound while breathing in the unmistakable scent of his daughter's perfume. His cock responds instantly, tenting the sheet that's pulled up to his waist.

"Once I get into bed, I'm Ellie," Jennifer says, "and I'll call you daddy." She says, pulling the sheet back and climbing into bed beside him.

Standing in the hallway, Ellie is mortified at what her mother is doing. How can she just pretend to be me? This is so sick! 

"Daddy, I've never given a blow-job but I'd like to try it." Jennifer says enthusiastically, sliding down on the bed until her face is even with Chuck's fully erect member. Ellie watches her mother move her mouth close to her daddy's hard cock.

"I'd like that, Pumpkin," Chuck breathes. Ellie stifles a gasp. He's using her special nickname in his sick sexual fantasy. 

"Tell me if I'm doing it right, okay?" Jennifer starts licking up the side of his cock. From her vantage point in the hall Ellie gets her first real good look at her daddy's erect cock and it's even bigger than she thought. 

"That's perfect. Just lick all around it until it's real wet and then slide it into your mouth," Chuck says. With his eyes closed he's picturing his teenage daughter kneeling naked between his legs. 

As repulsive as the role-play is, Ellie is intrigued by the instruction. She's only tried to give blowjobs four different times and nearly gagged each time. She watches her mom position her head over the tip of her daddy's cock and slowly slide her lips down the length of it.

"Oh baby!" Her daddy moans. "That feels so good."

"I want to try to swallow it all, but don't laugh if I can't." Jennifer says, trying to sound inexperienced as she sucks loudly and pumps his cock with her hand. 

"Just keep your hand on the base of it like that and you'll feel when I'm ready to cum," Chuck answers. Jennifer is great at giving head, not as good as Melanie, but a close second. It's hard for her to pretend she's an amateur. Ellie watches her bob her head up and down and stroke his cock at the same time. That's what I was missing, she thinks, I didn't keep my hand wrapped around it.




Role-Playing Wife



"Use your other hand on my balls, Pumpkin," Chuck says. He's bucking his ass off the bed and trying to drive his cock farther into his wife's mouth. 

"Like this, Daddy?" Jennifer says, pausing to take a breath as she fondles his balls. 

"Oh yeah!" Chuck moans, "Just like that!" He's going wild now, grabbing her hair and pumping his cock into her warm mouth. "I'm getting so close," he tells her and Jennifer wraps her lips around his cockhead and starts pumping faster.

Ellie watches her mom's head stop bobbing and her hand viciously pump her daddy's cock. She's swallowing it, she thinks. She's just swallowing all of it. Wow!

"How did I do, Daddy?" Jennifer asks, sitting back and licking her lips. Ellie's panties are soaking wet by the time she sees her daddy's spent cock flop out of her mom's mouth.

"You were amazing, sweetie," Chuck pants. Ellie slips a hand inside her panties as she waits to see what's next.

"Daddy, my pussy is so wet!" Jennifer says. "Will you do me now? I want you to lick and suck my pussy, Daddy." Ellie has never had a boy eat her pussy but she's heard from her girlfriends how nice it is.

"I'd love to, Pumpkin, just roll over" Chuck says, sliding down the bed as Jennifer rolls onto her back. Chuck gets a big whiff of his daughter's perfume as he kneels between his wife's legs. Damn! She smells like Ellie. 

Watching her daddy lower his mouth to her mom's newly waxed pussy sends shivers through Ellie's body and she shoves two fingers deep inside her aroused pussy. 

"Oh Daddy!" Jennifer moans. "That feels so good!" Ellie watches her mother writhe around on the bed, her tits flopping back and forth as she twists and turns her body. Slurping sounds fill the room as Chuck keeps his face firmly rooted between her mom's widespread thighs. I need to get Steve to do that, Ellie thinks, as she jams her fingers in and out of her slick pussy. 

"Oh Daddy! I'm cumming!" Jennifer gasps, more excited than ever that she initiated these role-plays. Chuck hasn't eaten her pussy like this in years and it feels like heaven. Ellie climaxes at almost the same time as her mother. Bracing herself against the wall and stifling a moan, she squeezes her thighs together trapping her hand between them. 

"I need you to fuck me now, Daddy?" Jennifer coos. "My pussy is dying to be filled with your big cock." 

"Oh Pumpkin, daddy's ready," Chuck says, wiping his mouth on the sheet. "Roll over and get up on your hands and knees, sweetheart." Ellie's seen enough to fuel her fantasy at the party Friday night. Watching her daddy shove his cock in her mom's ass isn't high on her priority list. She creeps back to her room before they get into position. Peeling off her soaked panties, she climbs into bed in just her nightshirt. Lying on her back with her legs spread, she tries to imagine her daddy eating her pussy as her fingers act as stand-ins for his tongue.

Jennifer has always liked getting fucked in the ass, especially after a lot of foreplay. Waiting for her husband to plunge his thick cock into her tight back door, Jennifer relaxes her sphincter and tries to keep the role-play going.

"Hurry Daddy," Jennifer says, "I can hardly wait!"

"Neither can I, Pumpkin," Chuck answers as he aligns his fully recovered cock with her puckered asshole. Closing his eyes and trying to imagine his daughter's tight pussy he pushes his cockhead into his wife's lubricated ass. 

"Oh Daddy! It's so big." Jennifer reflexively tightens her opening around his cockhead.

"Just relax baby, daddy's going to go slow." Chuck says, gripping his wife's hips and pushing his cock in a little farther. "You're so tight, baby." Jennifer reaches between her legs and starts fingering her clit as she tries to relax her asshole for her husband's cock.

"Oh Daddy," she pants and Chuck wishes his wife would shut up and not spoil his fantasy. Picturing his daughter's firm round ass cheeks, which he barely glimpsed in the bathroom this morning, Chuck imagines his cock stretching open his daughter's teen pussy. So fucking tight! With his daughter's perfume still fueling his desire, he pulls back a little and uses short gentle strokes to move his cock deeper into his wife's ass. Fuck! So tight! So good! 

With his cock buried completely in his wife's ass, Chuck wonders how experienced Ellie is sexually. There's been a few nights when he's waited for her to come home from her dates and she's had that freshly fucked look. He sighs as he takes long slow strokes imagining his thick cock easing in and out of her teenage pussy. 

Jennifer loves the feeling of her husband's cock in her ass and rocks back and forth to pick up the rhythm as she works her fingertips over her clit.

"Oh Daddy, it feels so good!" She moans as Chuck pummels her ass with his long quick thrusts. Lost in his fantasy, Chuck grabs his wife's hips, breathes in his daughter's scent and drives them both to shivering climaxes.

They win their football game Friday night, but Ellie doesn't care. She just wants to get to the party and try out her blowjob techniques on Steve. She's been thinking about it all day and she can't wait to have him lick her to orgasm afterwards.

"Do you, um, want a drink or anything?" Steve asks as soon as they're in the door. He really wants to get her into one of the bedrooms before they're all taken but figures he should take it slow.

"I want to drink you," Ellie whispers, wrapping her arms around his waist and mashing her pubic mound against his crotch. "Is there some place private?" She smiles.

"Let's go see." Steve's cock responds instantly, bulging his jeans as he leads her down the hallway. Steve's been to Sam's house a couple of times, but hasn't really paid much attention to the bedrooms. The first couple of doors are closed, probably a bathroom and one bedroom. The door just past the bathroom is open and Steve peeks in. Perfect! He leads Ellie in and closes the door. 

Ellie looks around at what appears to be a guest room. There's a bed, dresser and nightstand, but no visible evidence that it's actually someone's bedroom. Just a small lamp on the nightstand lights the room, giving it a subdued romantic ambience. 

Steve turns to her and seems a little uncertain about how to proceed. He's as nervous as she is excited. Wet with anticipation, Ellie pulls her blouse over her head and starts unfastening her bra.

"Let's get undressed and try out the bed," She smiles, tossing her bra on the dresser with her blouse.

"Sure," Steve responds, tearing his clothes off as he watches Ellie unsnap her jeans. The last time they were together was in the backseat of his car and he could hardly see anything. Now watching Ellie's tits jiggle around as she wiggles out of her jeans is like a wet dream come true. He doesn't know what's gotten her so horny, but he's glad he's the one to reap the benefits.

They finish undressing and crawl up on the bed together. Lying on their sides facing each other, they start kissing and Steve's erection pokes Ellie in the thigh. Reaching between them, she runs her fingers the length of it and pulls it up snugly between them, leaving her hand wrapped around its base. 

Steve's experience is limited to groping in the backseat of his car and has never been in bed with a naked girl before. He cups her ass cheeks and pulls her tightly against him, mashing her tits against his chest as they continue to probe each other's mouths with their tongues. Ellie can feel his cock throbbing in her hand and is anxious to get to her fantasy and try out her new blowjob techniques.

Breaking the kiss, she pushes Steve onto his back and moves down into a kneeling position between his legs. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock the way she saw her mother do to her father, she licks up and down the sides applying a thin coat of saliva. Closing her eyes, she tries to imagine it's her daddy's cock she's licking.

"Ohhhh! Ellie!" Steve moans as her tantalizingly warm tongue pushes him dangerously close to the edge. Hearing Steve's voice spoils her fantasy and Ellie stops licking. 

"Shhhh, I'm trying to concentrate so I don't gag like the last time." The plausibility of her lie surprises even her. "Don't say anything, okay?" Steve nods and Ellie resumes her licking.

Closing her eyes, she wraps her lips around his cockhead and tastes his precum on her tongue. Remembering how her mom jacked her daddy's cock while bobbing her head up and down, Ellie imagines that she's taken her mom's place and emulates her actions. How's this daddy? Is your little girl doing it right? She reaches between his legs and lightly caresses his balls like she saw her mom do.

Steve's never felt anything like this and reacts like the inexperienced teenage boy that he is; vigorously pumping his cock into Ellie's warm mouth. With her hand around the base of his cock, she feels the swelling that signals his release and pulls her mouth back to his cockhead just in time. 

"Aaggggggghhhhhhhhh!" Steve groans as his cock erupts into Ellie's mouth and she hastily swallows trying to keep up with his jerky spurts. Keeping her lips tightly around his cockhead, she proudly takes every drop without a hint of gagging. Letting his spent cock fall from her mouth, she sits back on her heels and wipes her mouth with her hand. 

"My turn," she says, flopping on to her back next to him and spreading her legs. Steve is still catching his breath when he realizes what she means. Holy shit! He's heard guys talk about this, muff diving they call it, but he's never done it. He's always thought it sounded a little gross to put your tongue where a girl pees, but then again, she did just have his dick in her mouth. 

As Steve positions himself between her legs, Ellie closes her eyes and tries to imagine that it's her daddy getting ready to lick her wide spread pussy. She hopes Steve can get her off with his mouth. Unlike his dick it's not like he can prematurely ejaculate with his tongue. She almost laughs out loud but then feels his warm breath on her pussy lips and tries to concentrate on her fantasy.

Moving his face between her thighs, Steve is both intrigued and intimidated by his first close up view of a real pussy. It's very wet and smells funny; not bad funny, just kinda weird. He's not sure exactly where to lick, but he's not about to admit his inexperience to Ellie. Extending his tongue, he feels the heat emanating from her juicy opening and starts licking the clear fluid from her warm pussy lips. Doesn't taste too bad, in fact the combination of taste and smell is causing a positive reaction from his cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," Ellie gasps, surprised at how wonderful a tongue can feel against her labia. Bending her knees, she pushes her feet into the bed to raise her pussy up and welcome his tongue inside. 

Steve responds, stiffening his tongue and pushing it into her juicy hole. Lapping up her creamy nectar, while moving his head up and down, he tongue fucks her steamy pussy. Ellie enjoys his tongue for a while, but knows she's not getting what her mother was getting when she was writhing all over the bed. She shifts around trying to get his tongue in the right position, but Steve just follows her movements, pistoning his tongue in and out of her hole.

This must be what she wants; Steve surmises by the way she's moving around. It doesn't take very long for Steve's neck and tongue get tired of the constant movement and with his cock fully recovered, he's anxious to crawl on top of her. 

Ellie is getting frustrated that she can't get her fantasy going. As nice as his tongue feels, Steve doesn't really know how to eat pussy. She's almost tempted to reach down and help him out by rubbing her clit with her finger. 

"Don't stop!" Ellie pleads, as Steve pulls his head from between her legs and wipes his mouth. 

"My tongues getting tired," he complains, "and besides it'll be better with my dick." He's already moving up her body, taking time to suck on her taut nipples as he positions his cockhead between her very wet pussy lips. 

Anxious for some relief and hoping that the blowjob took the edge off to make him last longer, Ellie grabs Steve's ass cheeks and thrusts her hips up, burying his cock inside her slippery pussy. Surprised by her aggressiveness, but excited by the grip of her pussy muscles, Steve starts pumping away, ramming his cock in and out of her tight, hot pussy. Ellie is bucking her hips off the bed, matching his rapid rhythm and racing him to the pleasure peak. 

She almost certain she's got it this time. Steve's already cum once and the extra stimulation from his tongue has certainly given her a head start. Moaning into his ear, she grinds her clit against his pelvic bone while he pummels her pussy with his hard cock.

Almost there... almost there... she can feel it building... the summit is so close... so fucking close...

"Arrrrgggghhhhh!" Steve groans, shooting his load deep inside her aroused pussy and collapsing on her chest. Ellie tries to keep going, grinding and thrusting, but it's no use. With his weight on her and his dick going soft she can't get enough stimulation. She drops her head back on the pillow in frustration and listens to him gasping for breath. Fuck! She needs to find someone more experienced.

A few minutes later, they're dressed and joining the rest of the party. If any of these boys are more experienced, Ellie doesn't have a way of knowing it. She waits about twenty minutes before she tells Steve she doesn't feel well and wants to go home. She just wants to soak in a hot bath and finish what Steve couldn't.

They barely speak on the way home, except for Steve asking her how she's doing. He seems to be in a pretty good mood but why wouldn't he be after his back-to-back orgasms. Ellie mentally runs through a list of men who would have the experience to fulfill her fantasy. She instantly rejects all of them; teachers, neighbors, her parents' coworkers until she gets to her Uncle Simon, her dad's younger brother. She's considering whether he's a possibility when Steve stops his truck in front of her house. 

"I hope you feel better, Ellie," Steve says, turning towards her in the truck. Ellie smiles, realizing it's not his fault he's inexperienced. Hell, she gagged on her first few blowjobs, didn't she? It wasn't until she watched her parents that she figured out how to do it. 

"Maybe it's something I ate," She raises her eyebrows to ensure he gets the joke.

"I sure hope not!" He laughs. "Would you like to go to a movie or something next weekend?" Steve asks hopefully, leaning over and kissing her lightly on the lips.

"We'll see," she says noncommittally, "we can talk Monday at school." She hops out of the truck and walks up to her door. Steve waits until she waves and walks inside before he pulls away. He's nice, Ellie thinks. I wonder how a guy learns how to eat pussy. Is there a book or something?

Not expecting her home this early, Ellie's parents have left their bedroom door wide open and are making no attempts to keep their voices down. 

"Oh Daddy, fuck me harder!" Ellie hears her mom saying in the bedroom.

"Oh God! Ellie!" Her dad yells, sounding completely out of breath. Ellie walks silently down the hall, leans up against the wall and peeks into their bedroom. Her mom is on her hands and knees facing away from the door while her dad is pounding his thick cock into her asshole. His hands are on her hips and he's slamming into her hard enough to make a smacking sound against her ass cheeks. Ellie unfastens her jeans and slides her hand inside her panties. Her pussy, still wet with arousal and slick with Steve's cum, quickly responds to her machinations. 

"Daddy! Ohhhh! I'm cumming!" Her mom moans. Jennifer has one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit while her husband pounds his hard cock into her ass. She'd rather he was in her pussy, but realizes the snugness of her compact ass makes the fantasy more real for him.

That should be me, Ellie thinks as she fingers her pussy and rubs her palm against her clit. I need to find someone... wait! That... should... be... me! Why shouldn't that be me? She quietly sneaks away from their door and goes into her bedroom. Why should I find someone experienced so I can fantasize about daddy when he already wants me? Why?

Stripping off her clothes, she puts her robe on and heads for her bathroom. Closing the door, she draws a bath and starts dreaming about how she can be alone with her daddy.

Laying her head back while she soaks in the warm bath, she massages her pussy, rubs her clit and tweaks her nipples as she dreams of seducing her father. By the time her pussy is quivering in orgasmic bliss, she has a tentative plan. 

Drying off and putting her robe on, she checks on her parents, sees their bedroom door is closed and heads for the kitchen to look at her mom's planner. It's just like she remembered; her mom is going to a weekend business retreat three weeks from now. That's the goal. She needs to get her dad ready in the next three weeks.

The planner also reminds her that next week all three of them are going to look at colleges, staying overnight at one of them on Saturday night. Ellie wonders if there's a way to get her mom to stay home, but can't think of a good reason. It's probably too soon for her dad anyway.

Now that she has a plan, Ellie can't wait to start working it. On Monday, she let's Steve down easy, explaining that she'll be out of town with her parents next weekend and suggests he take Hannah to the movies. He just shrugs and walks away wondering why she isn't more excited about going out again.

For her plan to work, Ellie figures that she needs to keep her daddy's arousal level high whenever he's around her. That way, when the opportunity is right, like when her mom's out of town, he won't hesitate to succumb to her advances. To this end, she starts 'getting comfortable' by changing into her nightshirt and panties right after dinner each night. Watching TV, doing her homework or playing video games, she's trying her best to give her daddy as much of a show as possible. Continued listening at her parents' bedroom door assures her that she's succeeding.

On Saturday they visit two colleges, one in the morning and one in the afternoon and then check into a hotel so they can catch the open house of another nearby college on Sunday. After a late dinner in the hotel restaurant they retire to their room to take showers and get ready for bed. To save costs they are staying in one room with two double beds.

Chuck takes his shower first and is already in bed when Ellie finishes hers and exits the bathroom in her nightshirt and panties. Standing in front of the mirror to brush her hair, she has her back to the beds and every time she lifts her arms to untangle her long tresses she shows her daddy her panty-clad ass.

"My turn in the shower," Jennifer says. "One good thing about a hotel is that we don't have to worry about running out of hot water." She smiles at her husband who flips the channels on the TV and watches their daughter brush her hair. 

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Ellie says after her mom closes the bathroom door and turns on the shower. This is the moment Ellie's been waiting for and she's anxious to put the first part of her plan in action.

"Sure, Pumpkin," Chuck says, leaning against the headboard with the TV remote in his hand. Ellie steps over next to the bed, her nipples embossed on the thin material of her nightshirt. Chuck takes a deep breath and tries not to stare.

"Do you think I should get implants?" She asks. Ellie has no intention of ever having her boobs done but came up with this idea to initiate a sexually charged conversation with her daddy.

"What?" Chuck asks, not sure he heard correctly.

"You know, breast implants." He heard her all right; he just can't believe it. Where the hell did this come from?




Role-Playing Wife



"Pumpkin, you have a wonderful body." Chuck says reassuringly. "You don't need any enhancements."

"I just feel so... um... underdeveloped compared to the college girls we saw today." She says. "Especially that redhead who gave us the tour of the library. I saw you looking at her."

"Ellie, you look a hundred times better than she does." Chuck says. "Besides, haven't you heard that more than a handful is a waste?" He laughs, trying to lighten the mood as he consoles his teenage daughter. Listening to the shower running, Ellie knows she doesn't have much time.

"But seriously daddy, don't these look kind of small to you?" Without warning, Ellie pulls her nightshirt up and displays her firm young tits for her father's appraisal. "I mean, they're not even a handful." Before Chuck can answer, Ellie grabs his hand and pulls it to her left breast. Pushing his palm against her nipple she squeezes his fingers around her breast and holds it there with her hand. "Your hand barely covers my breast, daddy." Chuck's face turns bright read as his hand is pushed against her breast.

The heat from her bare flesh sends an electric surge down Chuck's arm, through his body and directly to his cock. Her nipple is burning a hole in his palm and he wonders why there isn't smoke sizzling from between his fingers. With his hand wrapped around the warm flesh of his daughter's breast, Chuck feasts his eyes on the other one, staring at her taut nipple which seems to be looking back at him from the center of her rose-colored areola. Ellie notices with satisfaction the tent his cock is making in the sheet.

"Ellie," Chuck says, clearing his throat, "you don't need anything. Your body is perfect, Pumpkin." Chuck pulls his hand away but continues to stare at her creamy white mounds. Letting his eyes travel the length of his daughter's body, he's focusing on her white nylon panties when he hears the shower stop. Ellie pulls her nightshirt back down and leans towards him.

"Thank you, Daddy." Ellie bends down and kisses his lips, lingering just bit longer than her normal peck. "Please don't tell mom, okay?" She whispers, her warm lips inches from his and he's not sure if she means about the implants, touching her breast or the kiss. He has no intention of telling Jennifer.

"Our little secret," Chuck smiles as his heart thumps in his chest. 

His cock is still rock solid when Jennifer climbs into bed next to him wearing a nightshirt and panties similar to his daughter's. Looking over at the other bed, Jennifer sees Ellie curled up and facing away from them.

"I saw you staring at her ass while she was brushing her hair," Jennifer whispers when her hand finds his stiff cock. "Kind of exciting having her right there in the next bed, isn't it?" She asks, reaching down and pulling his boxers off. 

Chuck just nods as Jennifer removes her panties and slides her leg over him. Leaving her nightshirt on, Jennifer lies on top of Chuck and guides his cock into her hot pussy. Chuck looks over at his sleeping daughter recalling the heat of her flesh and the tautness of her nipples, as his wife starts a slow sensuous movement on his throbbing cock. 

As he takes a deep breath, Chuck realizes his wife is wearing his daughter's perfume again. He closes his eyes and replays their brief interaction but this time instead of just pulling her nightshirt up, Ellie removes it along with her panties. 

Ellie hears her parents' bed moving and smiles to herself. She loved the feeling of her daddy's hand around her breast and her pussy was oozing juice by the time she got into bed. Reaching under her nightshirt she squeezes her breast, imagining his hand is still on it. Sliding her other hand inside her panties, she strokes her aroused pussy without moving her body.

She wants to watch them but is afraid they'll stop if she turns over. Waiting until the muffled sounds reach a feverish intensity, she slowly rolls her body over while keeping two fingers working on her horny pussy. With her eyes nearly closed, she looks through the slits and sees her mom ardently rocking on her daddy's cock. The sheet is bunched up around her ass and their lips are locked together as they shake the bed with their undulating passion.

Opening her eyes for a better view, Ellie vigorously pumps her pussy with her fingers, matching her parent's urgent rhythm. Squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple, she tries to imagine her pussy filled with her daddy's thick cock. She stifles a moan and squeezes her legs together as her orgasm hits. She's about to turn back over when her mother sits up and starts desperately slamming her pussy down around her daddy's cock. She snaps her eyes closed when her daddy turn his face towards her.

Fuck! Chuck has been lost in his fantasy of Ellie riding his cock and is just about to cum when he looks over and sees her watching him. Did she just close her eyes when she saw him or is it REM from dreaming? Chuck stares at his daughter's face as his wife slams her pussy down one final time and his cock explodes deep inside of her. Jennifer slumps against his chest trying to catch her breath.

"We didn't wake her did we?" Jennifer pants in Chuck's ear.

"No," Chuck answers, still staring at Ellie and wondering if it's true. It was an unexpected thrill to look at his daughter's face when he came and he is surprisingly aroused by the prospect that she might have been watching them fuck. I'm one sick bastard, he thinks as he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around his wife's back.

In the morning, Chuck wakes up early and goes downstairs to get coffee, leaving the room to the girls so they can get dressed. During the college tour, he consciously compares his daughter's firm young body to all the other co-eds and decides he didn't lie to her the night before. She definitely stacks up well, he thinks and laughs at the double entendre.

When they get home, Ellie continues to display as much of her body as she can innocently get away with, trying to keep her daddy's interest high. She really wants him to see her pussy but resists all the obvious temptations like leaving the bathroom door open when she showers. The idea finally comes to her while she's playing a video game on her Wii.

A few nights later, after changing into her nightshirt and panties, Ellie convinces her daddy to join her in the basement game room. Since the incident during their college tours, it doesn't take much convincing for her dad to spend time with her. Jennifer stays upstairs watching TV. Feeling adventurous, Ellie sheds her panties and tweaks her nipples before her daddy gets downstairs.

"I'll just watch you, Pumpkin," Chuck says, getting comfortable on the couch as his daughter straps the game controller to her wrist. 

"Are you sure you don't want to play with me?" Ellie asks innocently, her hard nipples on display through the thin cotton nightshirt. 

"Um... no, that's okay," Chuck stutters, wondering if the offer is as innocent as it sounds.

"I'm going to play tennis," she informs him, connecting the tennis racket accessory to the Wii controller. Ellie picked tennis because it allows her to bend and stretch in a seemingly harmless manner while putting on an erotic show for her unsuspecting daddy.

Chuck watches his daughter stretch her arm up to serve, raising the bottom of her nightshirt dangerously close to exposing her ass. When she swings the controller, like a tennis racket, the back of the nightshirt pulls up enough for him to see the bottom curve of her bare cheeks. Her panties must have ridden up, he thinks, until she stretches to return a volley and half of her left ass cheek is on display. A thong! She's wearing a fucking thong. His cock responds to the visual stimulation and Chuck slouches down and tilts his head slightly to get a better view.

Ellie watches her daddy's reaction in the reflection of the TV screen and starts stretching farther for each volley. She doesn't worry where the virtual tennis ball is really going because her daddy's not paying attention to the game anyway. After several flashes of bare ass cheek, Ellie ops for full exposure, reaching her right arm out as far as she can and raising her left leg, like she's stretching for a volley on the far side of the court. 

Chuck's eyes are riveted on Ellie's ass and it's almost like her movements are in slow motion. Her left foot lifts off the floor and her nightshirt slides up. Her firm, round, ass cheeks are on full display and Chuck is shocked to finally realize that she's not wearing any underwear. Her leg keeps rising until it is almost parallel with the ground, exposing her hairless pussy to her father's unblinking gaze. It would all be over in the blink of an eye except that Ellie loses her balance and tumbles onto the floor ending up on all fours with her nightshirt bunched up around her waist.

Ellie bows her head to the floor laughing, but Chuck can't speak. Like his most erotic fantasy coming true, his daughter's hot young ass is in full view and he can see her puffy pussy lips glistening with moisture. Chuck would like nothing better than to fall on his knees behind her and make her scream with delight as he licks her juicy cunt. His cock is on fire and his brain is on overload, storing images for future fantasy role-plays. God, he thought her tits were amazing but her ass is absolutely beyond description. 

Ellie looks back over her shoulder, and notes exactly the reaction she hoped for when she planned this. Her dad's mouth is hanging open and he's staring directly at her pussy.

"Oops," she says innocently, pulling her nightshirt down as she stands up. "Sorry, daddy, I just fell." She walks over and plops down next to him on the couch. 

"Are you sure you just want to watch?" She asks, noticing the beads of sweat on his forehead. "Wouldn't you rather play with me?" Chuck looks at his daughter, unable to decide if she's doing this intentionally.

"I'm glad you didn't get hurt," he stammers, "but why aren't you wearing any panties?" Chuck blurts out.

"Oh, I don't want to do laundry until Monday, so I'm conserving by not wearing any to bed." She says, prepared with her cover story. "I guess I sort of put on a show just then." She adds sheepishly.

"It's okay, Sweetheart," Chuck stammers as Ellie checks out his very obvious hard-on. Ellie is still trying to decide how far to push this when her mom comes down the stair, interrupting her plans.

"How's the game going?" She asks. If she's aware of the sexual tension in the room, she doesn't show it. 

"Fine!" They answer in unison, silently agreeing not to disclose what happened. Jennifer joins Chuck on the couch and Ellie moves over to the loveseat to play a car racing game that doesn't require much moving around. Jennifer takes note of Chuck's erection and chalks it ups to his overactive imagination and assumes he's been fantasizing about his daughter. Looks like it's going to be another hot night for us tonight, she smiles to herself.

Over the next week, Chuck can't get the image of his daughter's pussy out of his mind. Even when he's eating Melanie at their favorite hotel after work, he's imagining what his daughter's pussy would taste like. Every time he fucks Jennifer in the ass, he's visualizing his cock between Ellie's tender, young cheeks. He watches her move around the house, recalling how sexy she looked on the basement floor.

Ellie excitedly catches her daddy looking at her when he thinks she's not paying attention. If someone can literally undress you with his eyes, that's what her daddy's been doing. She can't wait to take this to the next level when her mom goes on her retreat this weekend. Her mom leaves Friday morning and Ellie has big plans for Friday night.

Friday afternoon Ellie races home from school to shower and shave her legs before her daddy gets home. Tonight is the culmination of all of her plans. She hums as she rubs body lotions into her skin and sprays perfume between her breasts, behind her ears and on her inner thighs. Standing naked in front of her bedroom mirror, she peeks over at the clock on her nightstand. He'll be home in about thirty minutes. She takes a deep breath and tries to control her excitement.

Using the curling iron, she creates loose blonde ringlets that perfectly frame her face and cascade down across her shoulders. She doesn't usually spend this much time standing naked in front of the mirror and she keeps glancing at her tits as she applies her mascara. She can't wait to feel her daddy's mouth sucking on her nipples, teasing them until they are rock hard. She finishes one eye and lightly tweaks her nipples before doing the other eye. Oh daddy, are you in for a surprise tonight!

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she slips into her red party dress. When she wore this dress to the senior dance a couple of months ago she had a bra and panties under it. Tonight it's just her and the dress. Pulling the center knotted bodice up around her naked breasts, she positions the straps in the middle of her shoulders and reaches behind her to zip it up. 

"Wow! This dress would give anyone cleavage," she says out loud as she stares at the pleated material stretched across her firm breasts. She smiles as she twirls in front of the mirror. "Oops, better not twirl too fast." The jersey knit dress clings to her waist and hips then flares out stopping at mid-thigh length. As she comes back around to the mirror, the dress lifts enough to show her panties, if she'd been wearing any. 

Her timing is perfect and she walks into the living room just as her dad opens the front door. 

"Hi daddy," Ellie says, leaning one hand against the back of the couch. "Guess what I made for dinner." She smiles.

"Ellie... you look..." Chuck drops his briefcase and stares at his daughter. He's seen her body in bits and pieces, her tits, her ass, even her pussy, but he's never seen her like this. The entire package; her hair, her make-up, the dress they're all so breathtakingly... there's only one word for it... sexy. 

"I look what, daddy?" Ellie says walking over to give him a hug. 

"Beautiful, pumpkin," Chuck says, his cock responding as he returns the hug, breathing in her delicious scent.

"Yeah, this dress even makes my boobs look good." She smiles. Predictably, her dad looks right at her chest, which is why she made the comment. She wants him remembering how it felt when he touched her.

"I told you, you don't need any help in that area." Her dad reassures her, his eyes never leaving her cleavage.

"Guess what I made for dinner, daddy," Ellie says again.

"What sweetheart?" He says, looking up at her face.

"Reservations!" Ellie laughs. "Tonight you're taking your little girl out for dinner and some dancing. Are you up for it, old man?" She asks with a giggle.

"I'll try to keep up," Chuck says, stepping back to take another look at his teenage daughter. Mid-twenties, he thinks. Anyone would think she's at least in her mid-twenties. Her hair, her make up, it all makes her look... so... womanly. Where's my little baby girl? She was just here a few years ago. Damn!

They talk casually through dinner; Ellie picking at a salad while her dad devours a steak. He has a couple of glasses of wine and she sips at a diet coke. He asks about school and boyfriends while she asks him about work. Ellie is elated with how much it feels like a real date.

"Lets go downstairs to the club," Ellie says after Chuck settles the dinner tab. "I want to dance with my handsome daddy."

"Lead the way," Chuck half bows as he gestures towards the door. Ellie walks towards the staircase, her flared dress swishing seductively with each step. Chuck notices the eyes of several male patrons following her walk across the restaurant and he steps up to take her arm just before they descend the stairs.

"Let's dance." Ellie says once they've found a table and ordered drinks. Ellie had led him to a table in the back, away from the DJ where it wouldn't be too loud. Chuck takes a drink of his wine and stands up reaching his hand out to his daughter. 

Chuck watches excitedly as Ellie shakes and shimmies on the dance floor; her tits bouncing wildly and her shapely thighs exposed when she spins around. What amazing images these will be the next time he and Jenn role-play. 

The few times he manages to take his eyes off of his daughter, he notices he's not the only one watching her sensuous movements. She seems to be the hit of the dance floor. When she moves in close and rests her hands on his shoulders, he puts his on her hips, feeling the rhythmic movement as they swivel back and forth. Between dances he drinks more wine and begins acting more and more like a dance partner less and less like a dad.

The music stops again and they walk back to the table with his arm around her waist. Their chairs are close together so they can talk over the music. When he looks at her, all he can see is the top of her tits, reminding him of how they looked and felt that day in the hotel. His cock is at full arousal and he's having trouble paying attention to the conversation. Chuck glances around the club to see if the other customers are still paying attention to his date... er... his daughter.

"That does it," Ellie says, crossing her arms across her chest. "I'm definitely getting my boobs done." 

"What?" Chuck's eyes instantly jump back to the tops of her breasts, visible over her folded arms.

"You've been looking at every woman in this place, comparing their boobs to mine all night." She says, leaning forward so he's the only one who can hear her. 

"That's not true," Chuck declares. "I've been watching the other guys check out your body. You have the most amazing body in the room!" 

"Okay, if that's true... and if you weren't my dad," Ellie leans even closer, exposing more of her compressed cleavage, "would you choose my boobs over anyone else's in the room?"

"Absolutely!" Chuck's eyes are locked on the swell of his daughter's tits as she breathes. Ellie is watching a couple who have been dancing in a dimly lit corner of the club, obviously engaging in more than dancing, out of view of the rest of the customers. 

"Convince me, while we dance," she says, standing up and taking his hand. A slow power ballad from the eighties is blasting from the speakers and Ellie leads her daddy to the same corner of the dance floor that the other couple just vacated. Wrapping her arms around his neck she fits her body against his and starts swaying with the music. Chuck pulls his daughter close, breathes in her perfume and closes his eyes. 

"As a date... not as my dad... would you really choose my breasts?" She whispers, accenting her words by pushing them firmly into his chest.

"Yes." He breathes.

"Would you be gentle with them?" She asks, rhythmically rubbing her body up and down against his.

"Very gentle," Chuck says, imagining the feel of his daughter's tits nestled in his hands. His hard cock is compressed between their bodies and he wonders if Ellie can feel it. Somewhere in his mind he knows this is wrong, but he pulls her more tightly to him, putting more pressure on his throbbing cock. 

"Would you suck my nipples and make them hard?" Her mouth is right next to his ear and she's practically climbing up his body, grinding her pussy mound against his stiff cock.

"I would suck and nibble and tease your nipples until you begged me to stop." Chuck says, momentarily forgetting where they are and that she's his daughter.

"Would you rip my dress open to get at them?" Ellie almost purrs into his ear.

"Hell, yes!" His hands have slipped to her ass and he's squeezing her cheeks through her dress.

"Oh God! I'm getting wet just thinking about it," Ellie says, nibbling on her daddy's ear. "Feel how wet I am, daddy." She pleads, grinding harder against his cock.




Role-Playing Wife



"Ellie," Chuck says, his brain trying to break through the alcohol and the erotic haze. 

"Please daddy, just pull my dress up a little and feel how wet I am." Chuck can't help himself; the invitation is just too enticing. He gently tugs at the stretchy material, raising the back of her dress until his fingers graze the warm flesh of her ass cheeks. Fuck! No panties! His hands continue downward cupping her firm round cheeks as his cock throbs mercilessly. Ellie spreads her legs slightly and Chuck pushes his middle finger between her thighs. 

"I'm wet aren't I?" Ellie whispers, clenching her arms tightly around his neck as she feels his finger make contact with her pussy lips. 

"Soaked," Chuck barely manages to talk. His finger glides across her hot, slippery outer lips and he feels her shiver in his arms.

"Put it in me," She whispers, raising one leg up to give him access. "Please put your finger in me daddy." Ellie is dry humping her pussy against his hard cock, almost fucking him on the dance floor.

"Ellie," Chuck says again, opening his eyes and looking around. They are in a dark corner with nothing but walls facing her back. No one is paying any attention to them.

"Please, daddy," Ellie pleads. "Just for a minute. I just need it for a minute." Chuck sighs, knowing he's already crossed the line. He glides his finger across her slick pussy lips and pushes it up inside of her. 

"Oh, Daddy!" Ellie bites his earlobe as she rocks harder against his cock. Chuck instinctively starts pumping in and out of her soggy pussy, finger fucking her and practically holding her up. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm!" Ellie moans into her daddy's ear. Lowering her foot to the dance floor, she squeezes her thighs together trapping his finger inside her spasming pussy. Chuck feels her hot pussy pulsating around his finger but is shocked when she lifts her head and presses her mouth to his, parting his lips with her tongue. 

This isn't happening, Chuck thinks, even as he responds to his daughter's kiss. I'm not standing on a dance floor French-kissing my teenage daughter with my finger in her pussy. Ellie breaks the kiss and relaxes her legs just in time to keep her dad from cumming in his trousers. 

"Let's go home," she says, smoothing her dress down and turning towards their table. As Chuck follows the hypnotic sway of her ass cheeks, he lifts his finger to his nose and breathes in her sexual aroma. Fuck! So delicate... so sweet, nothing heavy or musky... not at all like her mother. He's about to lick his finger when Ellie turns to him and smiles. He drops his hand to his side and smiles back. What have I done?

Ellie feels like she's floating across the dance floor. Damn! If his finger did that... what will his tongue do? Or his dick? She shivers expectantly, her pussy anxious to find out. She turns to look at him and sees his finger near his mouth. He wants to taste me. She smiles when he abruptly jerks his hand to his side.

In the car, Ellie leans her head on her dad's shoulder and tries to get comfortable with her side pressed against the low console separating their seats. Reaching over she takes her daddy's hand in hers. This is the finger he put inside of me, she thinks, bending down the other fingers around it.

"Ellie, what happened in there..." Chuck tries to diffuse the situation as he pulls out of the parking lot towards home, but Ellie doesn't give him a chance. She worries that he's having second thoughts and knows she can't give him time to think about what they're about to do.

"Was wonderful, daddy," Ellie finishes his sentence, as she moves his hand to her mouth. Sniffing his middle finger to verify that it was the one in her pussy, she starts licking up and down the length of it. She's no stranger to the taste of her own juice.

Chuck can't talk. His daughter is licking his finger, the same one he just had inside her juicy pussy. His cock is rock solid, probably leaking precum into his boxers, as Ellie sucks the end of his finger into her warm mouth and swirls her tongue around it. Fuck! He can imagine his cock in place of his finger and he tries hard to concentrate on the road. Ellie starts sliding his finger in and out between her moist lips while flicking her tongue along the length of it, intentionally simulating a blowjob.

"You were going to taste me off of your finger weren't you, daddy?" Ellie asks, pulling his hand away from her mouth.

"Ellie I...." Chuck's voice is raspy and his throat dry. He shifts in his seat and glances her way as she pulls her feet up onto the seat and spreads her knees apart. Her skirt barely hiding her naked pussy, she reaches one hand between her legs and inserts two fingers into her juicy hole.

"Have a taste." She says, bringing her hand up to his mouth and pushing one finger between his lips and waving the other one under his nose. His daughter's pussy juice implodes against his taste buds and his cock strains the confines of his pants as he struggles to maintain control of the vehicle. 

Fuck! She tastes as light and delicate as she smells. Chuck hungrily sucks on her finger, while breathing in her arousing scent. Nothing has prepared him for this, a father isn't supposed to feel this way about his daughter. His cock is about to explode. Ellie pulls her fingers away, juices them up again in her steadily creaming pussy and inserts them both into her daddy's mouth. He greedily sucks her fingers, pushing his tongue between them, completely oblivious to the loud slurping noises he's making as he tries to get every last drop. 

As he pulls into his driveway, the only thing on Chuck's mind is getting his tongue directly into the flavor source. His overwhelming desire to eat his daughter's pussy clouds any other thoughts in his brain. Ellie is equally anxious to have her pussy devoured and they are both out of the car as soon as it stops.

The cool air has an abruptly sobering effect on Chuck, unclogging his brain and kicking his conscience into high gear. What the fuck am I doing? The erotic vision of his daughter spread-eagle on his bed while he sucks the juices from her teenage pussy suddenly has a red circle with a line through it. Fuck! What did I almost do? This is so fucking wrong!

Inside the front door, Ellie turns and wraps her arms around his neck. Tilting her head and moving her lips to his she moans as she grinds against his erection. 

"Ellie," Chuck says, grabbing her shoulders and holding her away from him. "We can't do this," he says firmly.

"Yes we can, daddy," Ellie retorts, her bottom lip pushed out in a pronounced pout. "I know you want me," she says, stepping back. Oh god! He can't back out now, leaving me like every other date! She plays her final card. "I know what you and mom have been doing."

"Ellie." Chuck gasps.

"I've seen how you make her feel when she's pretending to be me. I need you to make me feel like that." A heavy sigh escapes her lips. "I'm not a virgin daddy. I've been with a couple of boys, but they've never gotten me to the pleasure dome." She waits a beat to let this sink in. "Mom may have borrowed my perfume and waxed herself like me, but I'm the real thing, daddy. This may be our one chance for me to know how that feels. Please, it's just one night."

As persuasive as her argument sounds, that's not what makes Chuck abandon his restraint. While she was talking, Ellie unzipped her dress, slid the straps off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Staring at his daughter's naked flesh easily pushes Chuck over the top. 

"Oh Ellie," Chuck sighs, his eyes devouring her firm young body. Standing with her hip pushed to one side and her legs slightly apart, Ellie shows him everything he's been dreaming about. Her taut nipples, sprouting from puffy, rose-colored areolas, jut out at him from her firm white mounds. Reaching her left hand across her body Ellie cups her right breast, squeezing it for him.

"Please, Daddy," she says, not realizing that she's already killed his resolve. His eyes travel down her body taking in her flat stomach and her neatly trimmed blonde triangle before focusing on her exposed pussy lips, glistening with her arousal.

"One night," Chuck manages to choke out, his eyes never leaving her pussy. 

"Oh thank you, Daddy! I love you, Daddy!" Ellie says, throwing herself into his arms and planting hot kisses all over his face. Chuck tentatively places his hands in the middle of her back as she pushes her tongue into his mouth and grinds against him. The unexpected kiss catches him off guard as his cock reacts to her naked body and he moves his hands down to her bare ass cheeks. Ellie shivers with excitement when her daddy squeezes her firm checks and his tongue responds to her open mouthed kiss. 

His conscience shut down for the night, Chuck marvels at the warmth of his daughter's smooth skin. His hands roam over her round cheeks, up her back and across her shoulders as his tongue explores her mouth. Her body is hungry and wanton, grinding against him with an urgency born of teen innocence. He turns his body slightly to the side, pressing his hip against her bare pussy to temporarily relieve the pressure on his throbbing cock. 

He will take her to the pleasure dome, he decides, let her know what it feels like and give her an expectation for future lovers. It's what a loving father should do. Breaking the kiss and disengaging himself from her embrace, he takes her hand and leads her down the hallway to his bedroom. Neither one speaks as he directs her towards the bed and gently guides her onto it. Lying on her back she feels the heat of his eyes caressing her naked flesh as she watches him undress.

She's seen him bare chested on many occasions but is still thrilled at the sight of his naked flesh as he tosses his shirt aside. She doesn't even realize she's holding her breath when he pulls his trousers and his boxers down together freeing his hard throbbing erection. Sucking in a big gulp of air, she gazes longingly at the long, thick shaft. As anxious as she is for him to eat her pussy, she wants to do him first. Rolling to the side of the bed she reaches out and touches the head with her fingers just as he finishes disrobing. 

Stepping closer to the edge of the bed, Chuck emits a low moan when his daughter smears the precum around on his cockhead like she's petting a small animal. 

"I won't last long if you keep that up," Chuck says, "you've gotten me pretty worked up already, Pumpkin." 

"I know Daddy," she says, lifting her head and feeding his hard cock into her warm mouth. Swirling her tongue around his cockhead, she wraps her hand around the base while trying to remember all the blowjob techniques she practiced on Steve. She needn't worry about technique. Chuck is so close to blowing his load that just the thought of his daughter sucking his cock could trigger his release. When she starts pumping him with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, it's all over. 

"Ohhh! Sweetheart! I'm going to cum already!" Chuck warns her and Ellie pulls her mouth back, wrapping her lips tightly around his cockhead while continuing to drag her fingertips across his balls. 

"Ohhhhhhh! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" Chuck moans, his hips jerking forward as he explodes into his daughter's warm mouth. Determined to swallow it all, Ellie is surprised by the force and the abundance of cum dispatched from her daddy's thick cock. She sucks and swallows, trying to breathe through her nose, spilling his cum down her chin as she tries to get additional air around the sides of his cock. Her pussy is on fire and she drinks his last few spurts, never realizing there could be so much cum. 

When he's fully drained, Chuck pulls his spent cock from her mouth and pushes her onto her back. Crawling up between her legs he feasts his eyes on his daughter's tender young pussy.

Ellie is as nervous as she is anxious and can barely control herself knowing her daddy is finally going eat her pussy. She's already creaming with arousal when he gently pushes her legs up and lowers his head between her widespread thighs. Ohmygod! This is no fantasy; my daddy's tongue is licking all around my pussy!

Chuck has never seen anything so delectable. Her hairless pussy is coated with a thin sheen of clear liquid and he breathes in her erotic scent before he starts licking along the crevice at the top of her thigh. Determined to give his daughter a once-in-a-lifetime, explosive experience, he builds her arousal by initially keeping his tongue away from her pussy lips. Alternating from one side of her pussy to the other, he gradually moves his tongue inward towards her pink folds, barely flicking the edges of her outer labia. Moving down to the small patch of skin between her pussy and her asshole, he laps up the juices oozing down from her lips.

Ellie is squirming around trying to get her daddy's tongue to make direct contact with her enflamed pussy. She's in such a state of arousal that the slightest contact with her pussy lips sends electrical charges through her body. 

Giving in to her unspoken demands, Chuck flattens his tongue to its full width and slowly licks one long stroke from his daughter's ass all the way to her clit. Pressing his tongue gently into the top of her slit, he lightly flicks it across her clit before dragging his tongue down to the bottom to do it again.

"Oh god, Daddy!" Ellie moans, shivers of heretofore-unknown pleasure surging through her as Chuck continues to lick the length of her slit, gradually spreading her pussy lips wide open. Pushing his tongue between her steamy wet lips he laps up her succulent juices.

"Ohmyyyygod!" Ellie pushes her ass off the bed and spreads her legs wider, trying to suck her daddy's tongue deeper into her anxious pussy. Chuck responds by pushing his tongue all the way in, tongue fucking her as he continues to drink from her sweet flowing nectar. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhhhhh!" Ellie moans and her whole body shakes when her daddy slides his tongue up to her clit and gently flicks it several times before sucking it into his mouth. She's never felt anything like this. It's the most intensely pleasurable experience she's ever had and just when she's thinking it can't get any better, he slips a finger into her juice-filled hole, pumping it in and out while he continues to suck on her clit.

"Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! OhhhhhhhhHHHHH!" She screams as she bucks her ass off the bed, grinding her clit against his tongue and sucking his fingers deeper into her inexperienced pussy. So good... so good... so fucking good!

"Ohhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhgggggghhhhhhh! Yeeessssssss!" She cries, clamping her legs around her daddy's head and jerking wildly as her shoulders come off the bed and her pussy gushes creamy hot juice. Her whole body shakes from the intensity of her orgasm and her pussy muscles spasm around his finger. She knew this was a good idea! She's never cum so hard in her life.

Chuck eases her legs apart and pulls his finger from her pulsating pussy, replacing it with his tongue as he hungrily laps up her tasty syrup. He continues to eat her frothy cream while watching her chest heave and her tits swell from her labored breathing. He's intoxicated by her taste and aroma.

Ellie is lost in a euphoric haze, her brain barely registering that her daddy is still licking her pussy. As her breathing returns to normal and she begins recovering from her post orgasmic bliss, she's surprised to find his face still buried in her pussy, but even more shocked to find that her arousal level is rising again. Unbelievably, her first thought is that Steve will never be this good at eating pussy.

Chuck definitely knows his way around a pussy and right now his tongue is playing in the folds between her inner and outer labia, consciously avoiding the sensitive area around her clit. When Ellie starts moaning and rocking against his mouth, he pushes two fingers into her soggy pussy and pumps them rhythmically in and out.

"Oh Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Ellie moans as once again Chuck sucks her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it while continuing to finger fuck her soggy hole. Ellie can't believe how amazing this feels. No wonder her mother was writhing around on the bed.

"Oh God! Oh! Daddy! Daddy! Oh! Fuck!" Ellie reaches down and grabs his head, entwining her fingers in his hair while frantically humping her pussy against his face. Her orgasm is building to an unprecedented crescendo and she is completely out of control. She's almost yanking his hair out as she pulls his face tighter against her fiery pussy and bucks her ass in rhythm to his pistoning fingers.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!" Ellie screams, expelling a blast of hot lava as her orgasm rips through her body and she convulsively jerks against her daddy's face. Her whole body shakes and shivers through several aftershocks while Chuck does his best to devour every drop of fresh juice. It's a losing battle, the more he laps up her syrupy cream; the more her pussy seems to produce. 

Ellie collapses back on the bed, releasing her grip on her daddy's hair. In her trance-like state of ecstasy, she can barely feel her body. It's like she's melting away into the mattress. Somewhere in the foggy recesses of her brain, she realizes her daddy is moving over her, kissing her stomach and nibbling on her breasts. 

"Have you had enough foreplay, Pumpkin? Are you ready for the main event?" Chuck whispers into his daughter's ear. Fuck! There's more? Ellie can't conceive of more pleasure than what she's experiencing right now. She looks up at him with her eyes barely open.

Chuck nestles his cock against her splayed open pussy lips and raises himself up on his elbows. Looking directly into her eyes, he gently pushes himself into her. As his cockhead absorbs the heat of her drenched pussy, light seems to explode behind his eyes and he blinks rapidly, wondering what the fuck he's doing. He's been fighting his conscious all evening, gradually compartmentalizing all his doubts somewhere in the back of his mind and keeping them locked away while he explored his teenage daughter's mouthwatering body. 

Now, as he stares into his little girl's eyes his conscious springs open like a cranked up jack-in-the-box exploding all of his doubts into the front of his brain. Fuck! What am I doing? She's my baby, my little girl and I'm getting ready to fuck her brains out. This is wrong, all wrong! He lets out a long breath and starts easing his cock back out.

Ellie sees the change in her daddy's face and feels him start to pull out of her pussy. Nooooo! She's brought him this far; he can't stop now! Quickly reaching down, she grabs his ass cheeks and stops his movement. Starring into his eyes, she arches her back and digs her nails into his flesh as she fights to pull him into her. 

"Oh Daddy!" she cries. With the plethora of natural lubricant, she easily pulls him into her tight teenage pussy. Ellie keeps her fingers dug into his ass and tries to breathe as his girth stretches her wide open. Chuck's final resistance stops when his cock is fully embedded in her hot pussy. Ellie removes her hands from his ass and locks her legs around him. With one hand behind his neck, she pulls his face to hers and shoves her tongue into his mouth. Come on, Daddy. You know you want this, stop fighting it. She's determined not to give him time to think. She pushes her heels hard against his ass and starts grinding her pussy around his cock.

Powerless to resist, Chuck responds to his daughter's hunger, sucking on her tongue while his cock throbs inside her fiery pussy. She is so blazingly hot that her juices could boil his cock. His incestuous cravings once again overpower his momentary doubts and he pushes himself back up on his elbows to gaze lustfully at her teenage body. He watches her firm, young tits swelling with every breath she takes and then slowly lowers his body until he feels the tips of her erect nipples graze his flesh. Parting her lips with his tongue, he explores her mouth as he gently rocks back and forth, teasing her taut nipples against his chest, as his hard cock glides in and out of her hot buttery pussy.




Role Playing With Kirsten



A story by Just Plain Bob

I suppose you could say that I was na‹ve and maybe even that I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. It just happened. I thought that I was strengthening my marriage when actually what I was doing was weakening the fabric that would eventually let it disintegrate.

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It started innocently enough. I came home from work one night to find Kirsten waiting just inside the door that connected our attached garage to the house. She was dressed in what she referred to as her 'come fuck me' suit. It consisted of a pair of thigh high nylons and a pair of high heels.

"Here or in the bedroom" I said as I dropped my briefcase on the floor.

"Here. I've waited long enough," she said as she climbed up on the kitchen table. "Hurry baby, I need it, I need it bad."

I unzipped, took out my cock and moved up to her as she spread her legs wide and planted both feet on the table. She pushed herself up to meet my thrust and cried out, "Oh yes" as I plunged into her. It wasn't the first time that the kitchen table had been used that way and the same thing happened that always happened - the table moved every time I pushed into her and eventually the table ended up against the wall. It was great; Kirsten and I always had great sex. When I'd cum Kirsten told me to hurry up and get my clothes off and she'd meet me in the bedroom.

"I promise you that I'll be able to get you up again."

As I peeled my clothes off I knew what the occasion was. Kirsten always got like that when she spent the afternoon with her sister Beverly. I was of mixed minds over her afternoons with her sister Bev. On the one hand I loved the way she was when she came home; she would not leave me alone until I was flat ass exhausted. On the other, Bev filled her head with so much off the wall bullshit that it drove me absolutely crazy.

I didn't really like Bev. She was beautiful and sexy, but she was a slut. She had worked her way through four husbands in six years and every divorce came about for the same reason - Bev's infidelity. She was a cock crazy slut and I was always uncomfortable when I knew Kirsten was going to spend time with her. Bev never tried (at least that I know of) to get Kirsten to go out and play with her, but Bev told Kirsten about everything she did and she made it sound so great that I was afraid that some day Kirsten might want to see for herself. And that was a big worry for me because by her very nature Kirsten was a very sexual person. 

Some of Bev's talks with Kirsten were responsible for our great sex life. We were both virgins when we married and for the first six months of our marriage it was strictly missionary position; five or six times a week, two or three a night, but always missionary. Then Kirsten came home from Bev's one day and said:

"Why don't we try this. Bev says its great" and doggie style was added to the mix. Next came oral and then anal followed by sexy lingerie and 'come fuck me' pumps. I had a lot to thank Bev for, but the flip side of the coin for me was that if she could talk Kirsten into trying all of those things, what else could she talk her into trying?

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The next day at breakfast Kirsten asked me:

"Honey, are we a normal couple?"

"I don't understand the question."

"You know, are we like other people?"

"In what way?"

"Oh I don't know. I sometimes wonder if our sex life is the norm or are we different in some way."

Aha, I thought, Bev's been at it again. "How could we know? I'm not going to go around asking people about their sex lives to try and establish a baseline."

"Don't you ever talk to the guys at work about sex?"

"Yeah, but we don't go into specifics. Mostly we just all agree that we like it and want as much as we can get. Why? What great idea has Bev planted in your mind this time?"

"She was telling me how much role playing can boost excitement in a marriage."

"Honey, Bev's experience with marriage is not necessarily something you can use as a yard stick."

"I know, but some of the things she told me about excited me just to hear about them, let alone thinking about doing them."

"Like what?"

"Like going out some night and letting me go into a bar alone and then you come in ten minutes later and pretend to pick me up. Things like that."

"Sounds harmless enough. I suppose we could try it if you would like to."

"Can we honey? Can we do it this weekend?"

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When I got home from work Friday Kirsten was putting on the finishing touches of her outfit. She had on a black mini dress, nylons and a pair of black high heeled pumps. She finished her makeup while I took a shower and then we headed for a lounge on the other side of town where we didn't expect to run into anyone we knew. In the parking lot she leaned over and kissed me and gave my cock a squeeze.

"Give me five minutes baby. Don't wait too much longer than that or someone might beat you to me."

I watched her walk toward the front door and I wondered what I was letting myself in for. I gave Kirsten five minutes and then went inside. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw Kirsten sitting at a table next to the dance floor and there was a guy standing there talking to her. It wouldn't fit the plan if I walked over and interrupted so I grabbed a seat at the bar and watched. By the time my drink had arrived Kirsten had gotten up from the table and had moved out onto the dance floor with the guy. 

Kirsten never looked my way as she danced to two songs with the guy. At the end of the second song the man walked Kirsten back to her table and they talked for a minute or two and I saw Kirsten shake her head "no" and the man left her and walked back to a table where he sat down with two other guys. I picked up my drink and swiveled on my stool to go and make my move, but before I could get off my stool another guy was there. It was three guys and forty-five minutes later before I could get to my wife.


"What took you so long? I was afraid I might have to leave with one of them."

"Had to wait for an opening sweetie. I couldn't just come over and butt in, not and make it look right. Do I just sit down or do we dance first?"

"We dance first, have one more drink and then you have to get me out of here and fuck me. I'm hot honey, and the parking lot is not out of the question. I've had cocks poked into my leg and hands on my tits and ass since we got here."

And that's just the way it was. Once in the parking lot Kirsten had her head in my lap and she stopping blowing me just long enough to tell me to quickly find a dark place to park.

"I need it honey, I need it bad and I can't wait long enough to get home."

We fucked twice on the back seat on a dark side street and then she sucked on my cock the rest of the way home. Once in the house she spent the next three hours destroying me.

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For the next month we repeated the experience every Friday night in a different bar and always with the same results. Each weekend was different only in the amount of time that Kirsten wanted me to wait outside before coming in. By the fourth week she was having me wait an hour.

"That way you don't even have to buy me a drink. By then I'll have been poked, prodded, groped and felt up enough that I'll want to fuck on the dance floor."

That night when I went in I didn't see her. I looked for almost five minutes and I was just on the edge of panic when I saw her coming from the hallway to the rest rooms. She didn't head for a table, but walked right by me and out the front door. I turned and followed her and as soon as I was outside I saw her running for the car. When I got there she was already on the back seat and pulling her panties off.

"Get in here. Hurry damn it, get in here now."

Two strokes of my cock was all it took to give her an orgasm and then she screamed - actually screamed - "Fuck me damn you, fuck me hard, make me cum, make me cum."

She had one more orgasm before I got my rocks off and then she cried out, "Get me home baby, get me home before I grab some guy off the street."

Her head was in my lap all the way home and when we got there she ran into the house shedding clothes and crying out, "Hurry baby, hurry." 

I'd already cum twice that night, once when I'd first gotten home that night and then again in the bar parking lot, so it took me a while before I was able to climax again. I think that was okay as far as Kirsten was concerned; I think she was hoping that I would go all night. Lord knows I tried just as he knew I couldn't.

After I came and fell breathless next to her I asked her what the hell had happened that we had to rush out of the bar and she told me. She had danced with several guys, one of them three times, and then she had gotten up to use the bathroom. When she came out the guy she had danced with three times had been waiting for her. He had picked her up and pushed her against the wall and had shoved his tongue down her throat. Before she knew what was happening he had managed to get her skirt up to her waist, and hand down into her panties and two fingers into her pussy. She had no idea what might have happened had not two women come down the hall and threatened to tell the manager if, "You two don't take your filthy spectacle outside." The man had set her down, grabbed her hand and had headed for the back door, but she had broken away from him and had gotten the hell out of the bar.

"I guess that puts and end to that," I said.

"Why? I just have to make sure that I stay out in the open and don't go to the bathroom until you come in."

I couldn't dissuade Kirsten and we did it a couple of more weekends with me becoming more and more leery of what we were doing.

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Then Bev came to my rescue, if you could call it that, by planting another idea in Kirsten's head.

"It's perfect honey, I don't even have to dance with anyone. All I have to do is play act and talk to them."

The new role play situation would be that Kirsten would pretend to be a prostitute. She would make herself look like a tramp and walk the streets downtown while I kept an eye on her from nearby doorways. She would flirt with the guys who pulled up in cars and tried to proposition her and lead them on as far as she could and then say, "No thanks sport; you smell like a cop to me" and then she would walk away. When she got good and charged up she would signal me and we would go home and fuck until I dropped from exhaustion.

This went on for a couple of months, but even though some nights were a huge turn on for Kirsten, like the times a guy would actually take out his cock and show it to her, most nights were 'ho-hum' and Kirsten eventually tired of it. We went back to the bar routine, but I obviously wasn't into it, Kirsten noticed and after a couple of weeks we stopped. Once again Bev came to my rescue.

"Would you feel like a sissy if I acted dominate?"

Oh God, what had Bev come up with now? "What are you getting at?"

"Bev says that some people can get turned on by the woman bossing the man around. Could we try that some weekend?"

"What are you talking, whips and chains?"

"No, not that. The man is a wimp and the woman treats him like one. Makes him paint her toe nails, clean house, do laundry and things like that while she sits around and bosses him."

"I won't wear a dress!"

"An apron maybe?"

And so began my weekends of servitude. The first weekend Kirsten pushed me out of bed and told me what she wanted for breakfast, "And make damned sure that you don't break the yokes on my eggs."

"Yes dear" I replied as I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. 

Five minutes later she came into the kitchen and looked around, "Don't you have the coffee ready yet?"

"I put it on dear, but you know it takes a good ten minutes to perk."

"The you need to get up ten minutes earlier tomorrow."

"Yes dear."

Then for the rest of the day it was "Donald do this" or "Donald do that" and nothing I did was to her satisfaction. It was no big thing in that everything I did was stuff that I would have done anyway, but her constant harping and bossy attitude were starting to get to me and by bedtime I was ready to tell her to stuff the role playing, at least the bossy woman part anyway. I decided to let her have that weekend and then we wouldn't do it anymore. At least that was my plan until we went to bed.

When I finished brushing my teeth and walked into the bedroom Kirsten was already in bed and she was lying there with a pillow under her ass. Her legs were spread wide and she looked over at me and said:

"Well come on. Get over here and eat my pussy. At least that is one thing that I know you can do a halfway decent job of."

"Yes dear" I said as I got on the bed and set out doing what she wanted. It was a wild night. Kirsten was in total in charge and she was behaving in a way I'd never seen before. She told me what she wanted done every step of the way and ordered me to do it.

"That's enough pussy licking, now I want you to fuck my ass. Try to make that little cock of yours make me scream."

When I came she said, "Go wash that filthy little thing and then come back here and be quick about it."

She put me through the wringer that night and Sunday night and by the time I fell asleep on Sunday I wasn't minding her bossy ways at all.

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Kirsten woke me Monday morning with a state of the art blow job and then sent me off to work well fucked. The rest of the week was more of the same. I don't understand why, but Kirsten's weekend of being bossy had some how charged her up sexually and the results had carried all through the week.

The following weekend started off with Kirsten pushing me out of bed to go and fix her breakfast. Then she led me to the laundry room.

"You will be doing the laundry from now on and this is the way I want it done." 

She showed me how to separate the clothes, told me what soap to use, what batches needed bleach added and what water settings to use.

"When you are done with the laundry I want you to vacuum the living room. Do a good job and I just might - only might - let you in my bed tonight."

That night she damned near destroyed me. We slept in on Sunday and Kirsten woke me with a blow job and then sent me off to fix her breakfast. After breakfast I was told to run her a bath and then while she soaked in the tub she had me fetch and carry. "Go downstairs and get me...," "Scrub my back," "Go and get me some orange juice," and on and on and on. When she was out of the tub and had dried off she told me she was ready for me to do her toe nails. She handed me the polish she wanted me to use and when I was done she looked at them and said: 

"Not a bad job for the first time."

There was more bossing for the rest of the day and that night she ruined me again and again the sex continued through the week. Once again I debated putting an end to this kind of role playing, but this time it was to take the pressure off of me - Kirsten was fucking me to death!

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Two more weeks went by and then one Saturday evening Kirsten grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Where are you off to?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but since it is obvious that you can't keep up with me sexually I've decided to go out and find you some help" and then she was out the door and gone. What the fuck I thought, has she gone off the deep end? An hour later she was back carrying a brown paper bag.

"My lover is going to fuck me now. If you want to watch you may, but I will expect you to suck his goo out of me when he is done" and then she went up to the bedroom. I finished what I was doing and then I followed her up. She was naked on the bed and fucking herself with a dildo. When I walked into the room she took the dildo out, squirted some KY Lotion into her pussy and then went back to work with the fake cock.

"That's it lover, that's it. Show my wimp of a husband how a real man does it."

She kept that up for several minutes and then took the dildo out to give herself another shot of KY. She inserted the rubber dick in her pussy again, gave it about six strokes and then took it out and set it aside.

"Get over here and clean his cum out of my pussy. Do a good job and I may just let you use your dinky little dick for a while."

Dinky little dick? It was a good thing I was secure in my manhood or we could have had a problem there, but the weekend was another wild one so what did it matter.

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Over the next couple of weeks there were some subtle changes in Kirsten's behavior. She was trying the bossy bit occasionally through the week and again my attitude was 'so what, it isn't hurting anything" so I let it slide. And then she sand bagged me and I let her get away with it. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was in the living room running the vacuum cleaner when Kirsten came into the room with her sister Bev. I saw Bev's eyebrows go up when she saw me cleaning the room while wearing the little apron that Kirsten insisted that I wear. Kirsten said:

"When you are done with that Bev and I need our toes done. We will be upstairs in the bedroom."

I finished the living room and went up stairs and Kirsten had me wash and dry their feet and then while they talked I polished their nails. When that was done Kirsten informed me that Bev would be staying for dinner and that they would like to eat at five. I said, "Yes dear" and headed back down stairs. We had already decided that we were going to barbecue steaks for dinner so it shouldn't have been any big deal, but by the time I fired up the grill I was fuming. It was one thing for Kirsten and me to role play, but it was something else to bring someone else into the house and embarrass me.

The girls talked while we ate and I was pretty much ignored. When the did chose to include me in the conversation I was pretty much limited to "yes dear" and "whatever you say dear." Bev stayed until ten and when she was leaving I saw her give me a look of pity or maybe even disgust and it didn't set well with me. As soon as the door closed behind Bev Kirsten said:

"Time for bed. Since my lover couldn't come by today I guess I'll have to settle for you. Try not to disappoint me too much."

Three hours later Kirsten was still trying to get me hard again as I fell into an exhausted sleep.

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The following Tuesday was when it all went to hell. I had bottled up my anger at what Kirsten had done to me on Sunday and it had festered inside me all day Monday and most of Tuesday. By four o'clock Tuesday I couldn't hold it in any longer and I left work early to go home and have it out with Kirsten. I felt betrayed and I intended to let her know and I also was going to put and end to role playing.

The first thing I do when I get home is go up to the bedroom and take off my suit and put on something more appropriate for bumming around the house. When I came into the bedroom I found a naked Kirsten putting her dildo in the drawer of the bedside stand. The bed was messed up and there was a wet spot where the KY had leaked out of her and onto the bed. She looked surprised to see me and then she said: 

"About time you got here. My boyfriend just left and I'm still horny. Get over here and eat me. Do a good job and I'll give you sloppy seconds." 

What the fuck I thought, I'd better do it. After I get done unloading on her about what she pulled on me with Bev I may not get any for a while so I'd best get it now. As soon as I slid my tongue into Kirsten's pussy my taste buds told me that something was not right. It wasn't KY I was tasting, it was cum and it damned sure wasn't mine. Kirsten had douched when we woke up that morning and she was in the shower when I left for work. She would have had to have done a pretty shitty job of cleaning herself not to get my stuff from the night before out of her. My wife had been fucked by another man and not too long ago from the look of things.




Role Playing With Kirsten



I pulled back and looked up at her. She saw the look on my face and I saw a slight change come over her face and her eyes broke contact with mine.

"How long has this been going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know damned well what I mean Kirsten. You think I don't know the difference between someone else's leavings and KY Lotion?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh yes you do Kirsten." I got up from the bed and I looked down on her. "You have been fucking someone else and my question was how long has it been going on."

"Come on baby, you know better than that. I would never do something like that to you."

"Kirsten, I just tasted cum! I've eaten you enough times after having sex with you to know what sperm tastes like. I saw you douche this morning and you were showering when I left for work. If I can taste cum now it means that someone put it there after I left for work and after you came out of your shower and that someone wasn't me. If you didn't want to get caught you should have fucked me first so mine would have been there and I would have never noticed. But you have so gotten into the bossy thing that you didn't stop to think and now you are busted. Answer my question."

"Honestly honey, I don't have a clue what you are talking about."

I stood looking down at her for several seconds and then said: 

"All right Kirsten, I gave you a chance."

I turned and left the room and came back five minutes later with two suitcases and a garment bag. Kirsten, who was still lying on the bed, sat up and said:

"What are you doing?"

"Packing."

"Why?"

"Because I can't stay here any more. It is bad enough that you cheated on me, but then to keep lying when you get caught is something I won't put up with. I'll find a place to stay, get a lawyer and I guess he will handle things from there."

"You can't mean that."

"Yes I do mean it Kirsten."

She watched as I packed and when I was done and picked up a suitcase and the garment bag and headed for the bedroom door she said: 

"Wait. If I tell you will you stay?"

"No. I gave you a chance and you wouldn't take it. And to be honest, even if you had I'm not sure that it would have made any difference."

"Don't go honey, please. What I did had nothing to do with my loving you. I do love you baby, I do. You have to believe me."

"Why should I believe you now when not ten minutes ago you lied to me and kept lying to me?"

"What did you expect? If I came right out with it the chances were 999 to 1 that you would have walked out the door. If I played the innocent and got away with it I wouldn't lose you. I don't want to lose you baby. I love you."

"The next question is if you are screwing other guys why are you worried about my staying? Isn't that kind of conflicting? I mean if you are going to someone else isn't that the same thing as saying you don't care about me. Isn't that telling me that I'm not getting the job done?"

"No, it doesn't mean that at all."

"Then why are you doing it?"

"I don't know. I mean I know why, but I don't know why."

She saw the look on my face and went on, "I know it sounds stupid, but that's the way it is. The reason I did it is because it was exciting, deliciously wicked and exhilarating and when I did it I felt, I don't know, like I was some great goddess of sex, but I don't know why I did. The men were not even as good in bed as you are, but there was just something about it that was like a drug to me."

"The men? Not a lover or a boyfriend, but men?"

"There were three of them. I sort of got passed along."

"Passed along?"

"Yes. John was the first one and when he left town he hooked me up with Paul and then Paul got married and he put me together with Greg."

"Just how in the hell did you get started with John in the first place?"

"I was kind of like raped."

"How can you be kind of raped?"

"It happened the night that I told you that the guy pinned me to the wall when I came out of the ladies bathroom. That wasn't true. He was waiting for me when I came out, but what happened was he grabbed me and pulled me into the men's room. He spun me around, bent me over the sink and took me standing up. He didn't even take my panties off, just pushed the crotch band aside and shoved it in me. It happened so fast that before I realized it he was in me and fucking me. I opened my mouth to scream, but all that came out was a low moan and something tripped inside me. I was leaning on the sink with both hands and pushing back at him. At that point it would have been hard to cry rape and have anyone take me seriously. 

"I was leaning on the sink and watching what was happening in the mirror and I couldn't believe the lust I saw on my face. He was treating me like a ten dollar whore who you would fuck leaning against the wall in an alley somewhere and I was loving it. I had three orgasms before he came and if you remember I was still hot when I came out of that men's room and ran for the car. Just before we left the bathroom he told me I could find him there every day after nine. I found out later he was the owner's brother. I went back there the next day and it has been two or three times a week since then.

"Honest to god baby, I didn't know why I had to do it but I did. I came home ashamed of myself for being so weak and then spent the night loving you and thanking my lucky stars that I have you. I promise myself never again and then as soon as you are out the door in the morning I start thinking about it and by lunch time I'm going crazy and reaching for the phone. It consumes me and the only time it doesn't is when you are with me. I love you baby, and I'm sorry, but I never did it to hurt you or because you weren't man enough for me. It was just me being stupid and if you can just see your way clear to forgive me I'll find some way to make it up to you. Damn it baby, I love you, I really and truly do."

"So all this role play bullshit was just a cover? To keep me too busy to find out what you were doing? Fuck poor hubby to death and he won't even begin to think I'm out running around on him?"

"No it wasn't. I was trying to make it up to you. I felt so guilty when I saw you that I just had to try and make amends. Please baby, don't leave me. I'm sorry and I'll make it up to you I promise."

"Sorry just doesn't get it Kirsten. Did you ever think about what you might bring home to me as a result of what you were doing? Do you have any idea of what these guys are doing when they aren't fucking you? Do you have any idea of who else they are fucking? Do the words Aids, herpes, gonorrhea and syphilis mean anything to you? What about getting pregnant? Did you give any thought to the fact you might bring me some asshole's kid to raise? And don't tell me not to worry because you use condoms. If you used condoms I wouldn't have tasted the last guys cum now would I? No Kirsten, it is my life you have been fucking with and if you really loved me you damned sure wouldn't have done that. The next time you go see Bev you can tell her that now you are as big a slut as she is. Maybe she can give you some more pointers."

I picked up the suitcase and garment bag and took them down and loaded them in the car and then went back up to the bedroom to get the other suitcase. Kirsten was lying on the bed sobbing and for a second - only a second - my heart almost went out to her. I picked up the last suitcase and left.



Role Playing



The preceeding week, when we were seated together in the restaurant I had gotten him hard by stroking him under the table and he must have remembered that but he seemed to be avoiding that sort of intimacy here. 

That was making me crazy because that's exactly how my father behaved in the beginning. It was déjà vu all over again. Well I had overcome that reluctance once with alcohol and I could do it again with drinks. 

There was no TV reception at the cabin but a set was there anyway. I asked about it and he explained that when his pals came up they would watch video tapes. I asked where they were and began thumbing thru them. 

That's when he suddenly got flustered and had to tell me that the guys sometimes left some really torrid tapes laying around. 

Hell I had already picked two that I was ready to watch. He was upset. Again, exactly as my daddy would have responded and again I felt me body get hot and my pussy twitch. 

I put the tape in, but didn't turn the TV on. It was now somewhere around eight and the rain had stopped. The fire was burning and I fixed a pitcher of drinks. Stingers, with plenty of brandy and crème de menthe. Just enough ice to chill and very sneaky to drink.

This is exactly how it had started with my father and I wasn't going to change a thing with Blake. So far he was calling me Kitten, and I was calling him daddy. The roles had been established, now the plot was to unfold. 

I just hoped that it wouldn't turn into another wrestling match again because he knew that we had come close to having sex once already and I wasn't really a novice. 

By eleven thirty I had daddy slurring and a bit wobbly on his feet; I was feeling no pain either and decided to turn on the TV. Then I curled up next him on the sofa, and we kicked off our loafers. I cuddled up and lay my cheek on the soft flannel of his shirt as my hand traced circles on his thigh. 

Half way thru the video I was ready to jump on top of him and rape him but he just watched impassively. I suspected he was hot, but just didn't want to move too fast, yet I began to be more forward and let my hand move up to his crotch. 

Again I was holding the outline of his huge cock in my hand and teasing it by letting the nails of my fingers run up and down the rough fabric of his jeans.

By now I wasn't watching the video, I was watching him. I think I could have had him right there on the couch if I wanted, but the script called for me to seduce him in his bed and I was going to do just that. 

Fighting my urge to have him right here in the living room, I finished my last drink as we lit kerosene lanterns, then we went to our separate bedrooms. He lit the common fireplace between the rooms and I heard him crawl into bed. I did the same.

Around two in the morning, I crept to his door and peeked in. Just like my daddy, he was sleeping on his back. I took a deep breath and prayed that he slept in the nude. Silently I moved to his side and held my breath as I pulled the thick comforter back. 

Yes, oh thank god yes, he was nude. I was wearing an oversize flannel shirt with the front open so my breasts and nipples were exposed. Softly I sat next to him and began to slide my right hand up and down his cock as my left hand held his balls. 

He was quick to respond, and within perhaps five minutes I had created a monster. His cock was like every girls dream, hard, thick and long. 

Releasing it momentarily, it lay on his tummy and extended beyond his navel. Now I did exactly as I had years earlier, I lifted it to my lips and began sucking and sliding it as far down my throat as possible. He began to moan and after ten or fifteen minutes I was afraid he might cum before I could get him in me. 

Slowly I let go of it and lay his dick on his tummy. I threw my leg over him and held myself up on my knees as I reached down and lifted him up so the head of his cock was aligned with my wet cunt. I gently began to lower myself onto it. 

I felt him stretching me open and I remembered how I had heard Barbara gasp when he entered her. Now I fully understood her surprise as I tried to stifle my own gasp.

It was going exactly as it had with daddy and I put my hands, palm down, on the top of my thighs and began to move up and down. I was delirious with the feelings that were coursing thru my pulsating cunt and I was again with my daddy.

I lasted probably ten minutes before I lost my control, and during that time I had to stop myself over and over again, pausing to let the moment pass before starting again. 

Not able to control myself any longer, I was about to let myself go as the spastic contractions began. 

I lifted high and dropped down hard, thrusting him deep into my cunt. I needed to feel his cock press hard against my cervix. He woke up and stared upward with a startled look on his face. And just as daddy had, he began to try and dislodge me.

As once before, I lay down atop daddy and wrapped my arms around his neck and my heels locked under his legs. 

"Let me have it daddy. Don't take it out. Daddy, your kitten needs to finish, let me cum daddy, just let me have you, please." 

Probably more quickly than I remembered, he stopped struggling and began thrusting.

He really didn't try to dislodge me as had happened years earlier, and he was quick to surrender to me. 

Since I was already on the brink of cumming, it was only a matter of seconds before I felt my body begin to go into that period of elation that always ends in my orgasming.

It began as a series of hard contractions that took my breath away. Then I heard him moan, "Kitten, Oh God Kitten don't stop,keep going," and, as if by magic, I was again being fucked by my father. 

I can't describe the intense feeling of cumming with his big cock wiggling back and forth deep inside my throbbing cunt, but once it began, there was no way I could have stopped it even if I had wanted to.

His arms now held the cheeks of my ass in his palms and he firmly directed his thrusts deep into my spasming pussy. I gasped in his ear, waiting for him to again call me his Kitten, 

"It's so good daddy. Can you feel me squeezing your cock daddy? Will you shoot in me the way I like daddy? Daddy? Oh god daddy I'm gonna cum for you now. Oh yeah I'm cummmminggggggggg for you Blake. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck meeeee more!"

He didn't cum but I did! Oh god did I ever cum. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had and it seemed endless. As it ebbed I clung to him, and just lay there gasping in his ear. He paused his thrusting as I tried to recover, and thats when he whispered in my ear.

"Is Kitten satisfied, or does my baby want daddy to keep fucking her?" 

I desperately wanted more, and between sobs I managed to gasp, "Yes, oh god yes, lots more. I want you to do it to me more. Oh god Blake your so big and it feels so good when I cum. Can I lay under you now? I like daddy to do it that way to me, will you please?"

My next orgasm was possibly more intense that the first. It was certainly longer and the muscles in my groin began to ache from the intensity of my contractions. Probably because I was cumming so quickly, he hadn't reached the point of shooting yet. 

I actually began rolling from one orgasm right into the next with perhaps a half minute between and I was gushing so much cum myself, that it ran down the insides of my thighs.

I was moaning and panting, trying to catch my breath and almost hoping that he would cum with me now, but I think I blanked out during my last time and found myself lying on my tummy while he continued to plunge his cock in and out of my swollen cunt as he lay over my back. 

"Wasn't he ever going to cum," I wondered to myself. Then I remembered the first time with daddy. I wanted to have him fuck my mouth so I could get his first load and taste him. 

I didn't warn him, I just rolled over, pulling him out as I crept to him on my hands and knees and thrust my open mouth down over his erect cock.

It wasn't the most comfortable position, but the taste of his wet shaft oozing and hard in my mouth, was somehow pacifying. I would hold still as he thrust in and out, then force him out as I licked the underside of its head, before returning it to my mouth.

My jaw began to ache from his immense size and I almost gagged once or twice as he plunged deep down my throat. At last I felt his balls pull tightly against his groin and I knew he was there.

"Gimmeeeee it now daddy! Feed me! Spurt it in your Kitty's mouth, Come on darling give me your warm cum, feed meeeeeee." He suddenly seemed to hold still. And almost as if he were in a trance, he held my head and cried out. 

"Here it comes Kitten, it's cumming for you. Take it! Take it all now baby, Drink me. Oh my god it's so good Kitten, swallow me!" 

That's what I wanted to hear. I sucked as hard and as fast as he spurted and yet he kept filling my mouth with the warm slippery fluid. When he was done I let him slip from between my lips and he lay next to me, panting. 

Although I had cum more than six or seven times I wasn't satisfied yet. I gave him my breast to suckle as he rested, and damn near had another auto erotic orgasm just from that. 

I was already swollen beyond belief and there was a constant ache in my groins from having such intense contractions. My nipples were hard points that he kept tormenting and I was still slowly contracting when I twisted around and again put his cock in my mouth.

He was good. I mean, I had him hard again in less then a minute and quickly mounted him again, but this time I had him sit on the edge of the bed as I sat on his lap with my back to him.

I don't know if it was the position, or the fact that I was so swollen, but he seemed to be even larger, and with each thrust it felt as if he was pushing against my cervix. It was a different sensation, but one that kept me begging for more. 

I was almost constantly gasping for air, although he was doing all the work, and some minutes later, he helped me off his cock and had me kneel on the edge of the bed.

He was a satyr. He wasn't exactly like my daddy, because he never seemed satisfied. I had met my match, but wasn't about to be the first to surrender. 

I felt his shaft force its way deep into my slobbering cunt and again he begin to slip it in and out. I rocked forward with each thrust and I had become so sensitive and engorged by now, that my pussy clung to his cock and was being pulled in and out with each driving thrust.

They say a woman can go on indefinitely. That may be true if she isn't orgasming constantly as I was. 

My clit was so swollen and sensitive that my labia was caressing it with each thrust and I was moaning incoherently and drooling. When he pulled out, I thought he was going to cum on my back but suddenly I felt his slippery shaft nudging at my ass. 

There was a moment of helpless fear. I had taken daddy up the back way, but Blake was larger, and longer. I tensed up but he slid a finger forcefully in and began twisting it around. 

I remember relaxing just before feeling another finger joining the first and they both began to twist and turn. 

My body began to surrender and I let myself go. I wanted his cock deep in my ass and didn't really even consider how big he was. As a matter of fact when he did substitute his cock for his fingers, I felt, more then heard, a sort of soft pop as he went in. Thats when I wet the bed. I had let myself release my tense ass and my bladder along with it.

Strangely I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. It seemed so natural and a warmth came over my body. I never had been able to cum having my butt stimulated although I did use a butt plug on occasion to intensify my masturbating episodes, but this was so different. 

I had daddy's hard cock deep inside my ass and just knowing it, started that frenzied delirium that always happens just before I orgasm.

I guess most men pull out just before they cum or that's what I was led to believe but Blake rode me right up and thru the end. He suddenly began plunging in and out faster and faster and held my hips as he forced his thighs to pound against the cheeks of my ass. 

"Gonna cum baby. Want it deep sweetheart? Oh god kitten, daddy's gonna give you another load of cum...... Geezzzzzusss here it comes baby, Take it all now!" and at that exact instant I came again and collapsed on the wet cold mattress and lay there panting.

I remember him getting up and showering and returning with more wood for the fire, then he crawled in bed with me and we spooned as I drifted off. 

The next morning he was up before me and made breakfast and coffee. He was still nude so I didn't make any effort to get dressed either and went into the kitchen. Quietly going up behind him I spun him around and pressed my nipples against his chest. He smiled down at me and put his hands on my waist and sat me on the counter.

I don't ever remember having been fucked sitting on a kitchen counter before, but I must admit, sitting like that with my legs parted and his big cock plunging in and out of my already puffy cunt, was something dreams are made of. The top of his cock raked my clit with each stroke and within moments I was biting on his shoulder trying to stop from screaming.

This was Sunday morning and I was going to be with him in this lodge until next Sunday. By nightfall he and I had fucked at least four more times and I was a rag doll. He was insatiable and was always doing the most outlandish things with me. I was constantly recharging my toys and running them down as he tormented me.

And then there were those times when he blindfolded me and would tie me to the bed and pretend to rape me. Sometimes he would torment my nipples with ice cubes, or put ice cubes up inside me pussy and fuck me with them there.

Often he would masturbate me until I was gushing milky white cum and he would lick me until my clit poked up enough for him to suck into his mouth. It was useless to even try to resist or hold back because I always failed.

I had started a dangerous game of "lets pretend" and it had turned into an orgy of sexual delights that I wasn't totally prepared for. 

By the time we returned the next Sunday, I was totally addicted to him and actually would beg him to lock the door to his office during the day and screw me as I pulled up my skirt and stretched out across his desk. 

Rapture is a word that might describe the feeling of orgasming for most women, but what he had taught me to experience was well beyond that. I would go into a frenzy with the need to be taken through climax after climax and I was no longer striving to make it better. It can't be any better. 

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