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Rosie

By: Ed0613



"Hi, Buddy, what's up besides your pecker." These dubious words of wisdom came from Agnes, the 45-year-old waitress at Mack's Diner. It was late one rainy night and I had dropped in for my customary dinner after work. Mack's Diner was in what had once been in a fashionable part of town but now was just one step away from skid row. It had become, over the years, the local greasy spoon, frequented by seniors on a fixed income who didn't want to cook at home, singles, like myself, who had no culinary skills and the occasional lost stranger who dropped in for directions, a cup of tar-like coffee, or a piece of gooey pie.

"Nothing much, it's been a rough day. Where's Rosie?" Rosie was the other waitress and my favorite. Although I knew she was 23 years old she looked 16. She was a little pudgy with creamy white skin, red hair, millions of freckles and the most delightful smile and innocent personality you could imagine.

Agnes poured my coffee while she told me the story. "She's out back crying her eyes out. That scumbag druggie/musician boyfriend of hers left yesterday. He must have been planning this for a long time. Without her knowing it, last week he gave the landlord notice that they were leaving. When she got home last night she found her clothes packed up in grocery bags in the hallway. The boyfriend had sold all of the furniture that they were buying on her credit card and the landlord took possession of the apartment. When she went to the ATM machine to get some cash to get a motel room for the night she found their bank account cleaned out. Her credit cards are maxed out so she spent the night in her car."

I couldn't believe that anyone would treat sweet little Rosie that bad. I knew that she was naive but I never thought that she would let someone take advantage of her like that. Then it dawned on me that I only knew her from the Diner and really didn't know anything about her personal life. "Ask her to come out and talk to me. I'll take that booth over in the corner."

Agnes disappeared into the kitchen with my message while I moved my coffee cup and silverware to the booth. I had no idea I was going to do or even what business of mine her problems were, I just knew that I felt sorry for Rosie and wanted to help. 

I had thrown myself into work after my wife and I divorced nine years ago. She took everything we had of value in return for letting me keep the fledgling import/export business. After nine years of 12 to 14 hour days, seven days a week, I was now "successful." I had an attractive offer to sell the business and was very seriously considering retiring with more than a couple of million bucks at age 38.

"Hi Buddy." Rosie's eyes were red and puffy but she was smiling. "What can I get you for dinner?"

"Nothing Rosie. Agnes told me about your problems. Why don't you let me take you to dinner somewhere besides this place?"

"Oh, I'd like that but I don't think Mack would let me go. Besides that, I'm still wearing the same uniform I had on yesterday. I desperately need a bath." She started away from the table then suddenly turned and came back. "I'll tell you what, let me serve you dinner, then I'll go with you to your place and use your shower. How's that for a deal?" 

I thought it was pretty exciting. Rosie didn't know me except from the diner. I didn't think she knew that I had recently bought a very upscale condominium in a new high-rise building. "OKAY, you got a deal!" I glanced at the menu but since it was Tuesday I knew that the daily entree was veal Parmesan. "I'll have the special."

Rosie was smiling as she served my dinner. The rain and the late hour must have been holding customers off, so when she wasn't busy she slid in to the booth across from me. "I guess Agnes told you about my problems. I'm completely broke. The only cash I have is my tips from yesterday and today. I only have two days pay coming. If you have an extra bed maybe you'd let me crash there for a few days until I can get myself together." 

I was overjoyed when she first suggested coming home with me, but now I wasn't too sure. After all, I was almost 15 years older than she was and didn't know anything at all about her. I had been so busy building my business the last few years that there had not been time for women or any other social life. Well, I had committed myself now.

I finished my dinner, left a generous tip and went to the counter to pay the tab. Agnes took my money while Rosie bussed the table. "Rosie told me that she was going home with you. You better be good to her or you'll answer to me! If you hurt her, I’ll pull your dick out by the roots! She's a sweet kid and I don't want to see her taken advantage of again." 

While I was reflecting on what Agnes had told me (and shivering at the prospect of my cock and it’s bloody roots dangling from Agnes’s hand) Rosie came out of the back room putting on a sweater. "I'm ready. Which is your car? I'll follow you. Everything I own is in my trunk."

She didn't say anything else but her eyes got wide when I indicated that the big, new, Mercedes was mine. She fell in behind me with her old Toyota and followed me to the underground garage of the condominium and parked in a guest spot.

"This is some swanky place." She remarked as we stepped into the elevator, loaded down with her stuff.

My 12th floor apartment had a stunning view of the city and the ocean beyond the lights. The interior of the apartment had been designed by one of the city's top decorators. For some unknown reason it suddenly became important for me to impress this young nymph. I watched for the sparkle in her eyes when I opened the apartment door. It was there, along with a sharp intake of her breath. "Oh my goodness, how beautiful!" I was beaming. 

I tried to get her busy stowing her gear but she was standing on the balcony taking in the view. "Come on and I'll show you where you can put your stuff." I made the ultimate sacrifice to gallantry when I added, "Unfortunately I have converted the spare bedroom into an office so I'll bunk on the couch in there and you can have my bed."

She smiled a bit at this news but was not to be patronized. "Oh no, I couldn't take your bed, I'll take the couch."

This still wasn’t quite what I had in mind but I didn’t protest too much. The couch was small and maybe she would get uncomfortable through the night and reconsider. I showed her the "guest" bathroom and got her fresh towels. We both went to bathe, but unfortunately to separate bathrooms. I could still hear the other shower running when I had finished. I brushed my teeth, shaved, doused myself with a liberal dose of Paco Rabanne and put on a pair of loose fitting shorts. In order not to appear too "ready" I added a polo shirt.

I was busy picking up the things that a bachelor has lying around when she came out of the bath. I couldn't believe my eyes and I am sure that my mouth dropped open. She was completely nude except for the bath towel she had wrapped around her wet hair. She wasn't any where near as "pudgy" as I first thought, in fact she was very shapely with large, perfectly shaped breasts. I like freckles and was pleased to see that they were everywhere on her body. I could also see that she was a natural redhead.

"Would you have a robe or a big "T" shirt I could borrow?" She was totally at ease and as much as I tried not to stare she didn't seem to mind my gaze. 

I reluctantly left the most pleasant sight I had seen in a long time and went in search of the requested shirt. (I had a robe but it was an old bulky terry cloth thing that was even too big for me - I wasn't about to let her bundle up in that.)

I handed her the shirt and, as she pulled it on over her head, she said, "You smell good. What is that you have on?"

I almost told her I had a hard on but I knew she couldn't smell that, so I figured she meant my after-shave. "Paco Rabanne, A nice French fragrance."

"Well, come here and let me take a good whiff."

I went there, she whiffed and my hard got harder, so hard that I was beginning to wonder if maybe she could smell it. I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. She melted, the curves of her body confirming to mine, her forearms against my chest and the top of her head just under my chin. She began to sob softly.

"Hey, its OK now, you are safe."

"I know, I am so relieved that I just had to let it out. You don't know what its like to be broke and homeless."

The sobs diminished somewhat, then she looked up into my face and said innocently, "Will you take me to your bed and make love to me?'

Would I? Damn, now that it was offered I wasn't sure. "Yes, but what's wrong?"

"I haven't been with a man for a very long time."

"But, your boyfriend..."

"Gort? He was celibate. Well, that's not quite true, he was neutered when he was very young and had absolutely no interest in sex."

His loss was my gain, I thought, but I said, "What a terrible thing to happen."

"His mother hated men and did it to him at home the first time he got a hard on at age six. She was put in jail for it. Strangely enough it left him with a high, falsetto voice, that's why his singing was so good." She snuggled a little closer and whispered, "I thought I could handle it but I am so horny I must have sex with another human being or I am going to loose my mind."

It had been almost a year for me too, so I meant it when I said, "I will be happy to help you any way I can." 

"You can help me most by taking me in your bedroom and fucking my brains out. I need to make up for three years rubbing myself with my finger. I want to feel your cock plunging in and out of my pussy. I need to suck your dick until you cum so hard that I can't swallow it all. Slide it between my tits and shoot into my face. I want you to eat me till my eyes roll back into my head. I want to sit on your cock or your face until my pussy is so tender I can't touch it with a powder puff, then, I want to start all over again. 

I think I was smiling when I said, "Just tell me what you want to do first."

She told me and we did. First she lay down on the bed on her back with her legs bent and, with my knees on the floor, I buried my head in her crotch. My tongue had barely touched her clit when she let out a shriek, closed her legs in a vice like grip on my ears and had one hell of a climax. I kept licking and she kept shrieking and twitching until I was afraid she would either pass out or the neighbors would call the cops.

"Oh, my God, I needed that. Now come and fuck me. Put your big dick into my pussy and don't stop pumping until your cum runs out and down my legs." I think she came twice more before I shot off and, by God, it did run down her leg. 

I had never given another person this much enjoyment before and I was feeling pretty good about it. Next she wanted to sit on my face and suck my cock. We did that but now I was beginning to suffer. After my second climax my poor penis couldn't stay hard but she wouldn't quit. She finally let me rest for a while but woke me up around 4 AM for some good, old fashioned, doggy style fucking. By daylight it was my cock that was tender but her pussy was still going strong. It didn't bother her though; she seemed to delight in sucking on it while it was soft. Somehow, she was able to suck the cum out of me without ever letting me get an erection.

Today is Wednesday and I didn't go to work. She was scheduled to go in at 3 PM to work the dinner hour. About noon, I woke up to find her nursing on my soft dick the way a baby would suck on its mother’s nipple. As soon as it was hard, she sat down on it. As sore and raw as it was, we still did it twice more before she went to work, walking with an unusual wide-spread gait.

She said she would be back by 9.

Oh God. I hope I am ‘up’ to it.

Copyright © 11-27-2002 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.

Rosie



It was a Friday evening. I was a writer, coming home after a meeting with my publisher, and I was looking forward to slumping in front of the TV with a whiskey and putting something in the microwave before getting an early night. The train drew into the station and I got out and headed for the exit. As I left the station, I vaguely noticed a woman standing against the wall, and as I approached she turned towards me.

'Can you spare some change, mister?'

She wore a loose off-the shoulder peasant blouse that displayed more than a hint of cleavage, and a short flowery skirt, and as she moved I noticed her breasts moving unhindered – she obviously hadn't got a bra on under her blouse, and when I glanced down I saw that her legs were bare, and that she was wearing scruffy sandals on her dirty feet. She seemed to be about fifty, and looked as though she needed a good wash, and her hair was lank and greasy. She'd obviously noticed me looking at her breasts, because she grinned and wiggled provocatively.

'Or we can go somewhere and I'll give you a good time, darlin' – any way you want it!'

She wasn't exactly my type, but I suddenly felt a spurt of desire, and reached out and gripped her breast through her blouse, and she giggled.

'A feel will cost you a quid, darlin' – but you get your money's worth!'

She slipped the blouse further off her shoulder and offered me her naked breast, and I cupped it and fondled her nipple, feeling it stiffen, and I knew I wanted her badly.

'I live about ten minutes away – come home with me and I'll make it worth your while,' I said hoarsely, still fondling her bare breast, and she nodded.

'But you'll 'ave to wear somethin' when we do it – I don't want to catch nothin', nor get pregnant!'

Privately, I thought it would be a very good idea, because I didn't want to chance 'catchin' nothin' from her, either, and I nodded. 'Come on then.'

She slipped her breast back into her blouse, and set off. We were given several curious glances as we walked together with the woman letting her breasts swing freely – my cock was already semi-erect, and I wondered what I found so attractive, if that's the word, about her, but I just knew I wanted to fuck her.

We arrived at my flat and I opened the door and ushered her in. As I closed the door she turned and pressed herself against me, and I ran my hands over her body as I felt her squeeze my cock. I lowered my head and kissed her bare shoulder, and then her neck, and she lifted her face to let me kiss her. I forced her against the wall, twisting her arm up behind her back and savouring the feel of her soft, yielding body against me, tugging her blouse down to bare her breasts, and then I released her, panting slightly.

She giggled again. 'D'you want to fuck me 'ere, or give me a beatin' – I don't mind, or shall we go in proper, darlin'?'

I led the way into the kitchen, and decided I need a drink. 'I'm going to have a scotch – would you like a drink too?'

'Yeah, gin if you've got it,' she said, looking around and pulling her blouse up a little, so that it only just covered her nipples, and for the first time I got a good look at her. She was about five feet seven or eight, not plump but certainly full-bodied. I already knew – and could see – that she had ripe, heavy breasts, and I saw that she had good legs. Her dark hair was streaked with grey, and her eyes were startlingly blue as she looked at me over the rim of her glass. Her face, hands, arms and legs were grimy, and her clothes were dirty too – they looked as though they'd been slept in, which they probably had, and I felt my cock getting even harder. 

'Wait here – I won't be a moment,' I said, and put my drink down and headed for the bedroom. I certainly didn't want her in my bed, and I got a condom from the bedside table and went back to the kitchen. My idea was to fuck her quickly, then give her some money and send her on her way.

I found her sitting on a chair with one foot up on the edge of it, her knee beside her face as she felt her foot with her hand. Her skirt was up round her waist, baring her legs completely, and she'd taken her sandal off.

'I got a stone or somethin' in me sandal, and cut me foot,' she said, wincing as she gingerly squeezed the fleshy part of her foot.

'I'll give you a plaster,' I said. 'Let me look.'

I knelt in front of her, and she put her grimy foot on my thigh. I turned it slightly, to see a small cut on the sole. Almost without thinking, I lifted her foot and kissed the cut, tasting her saltiness, and ran my hand up her bare leg and thigh, feeling her soft skin. 

'It's not bad,' I said, seeing her looking at me strangely, and I got to my feet.

'That was nice,' she whispered, and took a long sip of her drink.

Her skirt was still up around her waist, and I looked at it and her blouse again. To my surprise, I heard myself saying:

'Those clothes look as though they could do with a wash. I've got some stuff to put in the machine, and you can chuck them in, too, if you like.'

She looked at me gratefully. 'That'd be nice! They 'aven't 'ad a wash in days – me neither!'

'I like you dirty,' I said, and I saw her run the tip of her tongue over her lips. She quickly peeled off her blouse and unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor, and then eased her grubby white panties down over her thighs and stepped out of them.

'Here I am!' she said, 'nice and dirty!' and I studied her naked body. Her breasts were capped with dark brown aureoles the size of my wrist watch, with equally large nipples that stiffened as I stared at her, and the base of her slightly-curved belly was adorned with a thick triangle of hair, and I thought she looked wonderful.

I produced the condom and fumbled with the zipper of my trousers, but she brushed my hand away.

'Let me do it, darlin'!' she murmured, and sank to her knees in front of me. She reached into my trousers and dragged out my stiff cock and kissed and licked it, then opened the packet and got the condom out. She kissed my cock again, and then expertly slipped the condom on before getting to her feet.

I took her in my arms and kissed her hungrily, slipping my hand between her legs and discovering that she was already dripping wet. I pushed her back against the kitchen table and she spread her legs invitingly. I stared into her eyes as she guided me into her, and then I started to fuck her. At first I fucked her slowly as we continued to stare at each other – my left arm was around her naked body, supporting her, while I kneaded her heavy breasts with my right hand. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards me, and then she slid her arms round my neck as I began to quicken. She started to writhe against me, and then her mouth found mine.

We kissed with increasing passion – I ran my hand over her smooth bare back, and released her breast to stroke her thigh as she hooked her leg around me, and she began bucking against me. She was making little noises in her throat, muffled by our mouths as they worked on each other, and suddenly I could hold back no longer and erupted violently, my legs trembling as I spurted uncontrollably.

She gave a little scream, and fell back on the table, her breasts heaving and her head thrashing from side to side as I continued to ram my cock into her. Finally she gripped my arms and hauled herself up to kiss me wildly, clinging to me and grinding her breasts against my chest. At last we broke apart, and as she smiled at me I was alarmed to see tears in her eyes.

'Are you all right?' I asked. 'Did I hurt you?' and she shook her head.

'No – I'm 'appy, that's all. I get fucked all the time, but some'ow that was special – I can't explain it, it was just – I don't know!' She kissed me again, and then grinned. 'There'll be no charge – just a quid for that feel you had earlier!'

Suddenly she was all business, sorting through the laundry basket and loading the washing machine while I watched her, and then she kissed me.

'I know you like me dirty, darlin', but do you think you'd like me clean, too? I'd love to 'ave a bath, and wash me 'air!' she said.

I poured us both another drink as she ran herself a bath. I carried them into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath and watched her as she proceeded to wash herself. I realized I couldn't take my eyes off her, and wondered why. She wasn't particularly beautiful, although her body was magnificent, and there was something very attractive, and almost familiar about her that I couldn't explain.

She saw me staring at her, and she grinned. 'If you're goin' to look at me like that, take your clothes off too and let me 'ave a look at you as well, darlin'!'

I quickly undressed, and when I sat on the side of the bath again she leaned over and took my soft cock in her mouth, sucking me gently. Almost at once I started to harden again, and she laughed and squeezed my balls.

'Wait until I've finished – and I'm not sure that the next one will be free, so don't count your chickens!'

When she was finished she stood up and started to dry herself, and I pulled her towards me and kissed her breasts. This time she tasted soapy, and I licked her nipples as I slipped my hand between her legs. She laughed and pushed me away, then she got out of the bath and started to wash her hair at the hand basin. Seeing her bending over, naked, with her full breasts swinging, was more that I could resist. She looked at me, her face mirroring her disappointment as I left the bathroom, but I was soon back wearing another condom and I entered her from behind. She gripped the rim of the basin as I rammed into her, reaching under her to grip her dangling breasts, squeezing her rigid nipples as my belly slapped against her soft buttocks.

I took me longer to come this time, and we were both gasping by the time I finally ejaculated. Again my semen spurted endlessly, and then she turned and kissed me, laughing and complaining that she had shampoo in her eyes as I held her in my arms. 'Now, where's that plaster you was goin' to give me for me foot?'

Afterwards I gave her one of my shirts to put on, and I was glad to see that she didn't button it up, but left it hanging open to reveal those gorgeous breasts of hers. I dug out a couple of ready meals from the freezer, and she put them in the microwave while I opened a bottle of wine. We sat at the kitchen table and I raised my glass to toast her, then paused.

'I've fucked you twice, and now we're having dinner together, and I don't know your name!' I said, and she smiled and kissed me.

'I'm Rosie,' she said, and I fondled her bare breasts.

'You've got nice tits, Rosie.' 

'And you've got a nice cock, darlin'.'

All thoughts of throwing her out had disappeared, and I realised that I didn't want her to go. 'Where are you spending the night?' I asked, and she shrugged.

'Some bastard stole all my stuff, but I'll find some bloke who'll let me share his sleepin' bag in exchange for a fuck,' she said. 'It's 'appened often enough before.'

'How would you like to stay here and share a bed in exchange for a fuck?' I asked, and she grinned wickedly.

'Would I get any sleep?'

'Probably not a lot,' I admitted, and she kissed me.

'That's all right, then.'

In fact, we only fucked once – a slow, leisurely sensuous fuck that seemed to last for ages, kissing and touching each other as I moved in and out of her unhurriedly. Her body was somehow magical, the feel of her skin, her soft, yielding flesh, the way her vaginal muscles tightened around my cock, her full lips responding to mine ... 

But I awoke in the night to find those full lips surrounding my cock as she sucked me, one hand rubbing my shaft while the other caressed my balls, and then I erupted in her mouth, before she snuggled against me once more.

I slept late, to wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon frying. I got up and went into the kitchen, to find Rosie laying the kitchen table. She smiled at me cheerfully.

'I was just coming to call you, darlin'! Breakfast's ready!'

I gratefully swallowed a cup of coffee, and I gradually realised that Rosie was wearing her clothes, freshly ironed, and I saw the rest of the washing ironed and folded neatly, last night's dishes washed and everything in better order than it had been for months.

We sat down to eat, and I noticed her looking at me curiously. 'Last night, darlin' – the way you fucked me – I – I felt it was different, some'ow. It was – I dunno ...' She laughed. 'Don't take no notice of me, darlin' - I'm being silly!'

'No, Rosie – I felt it too. It started off that I was just going to fuck you and then throw you out, but ...' my voice trailed away, and Rosie laughed again and kissed me.

'You need a shave, darlin'! It don't matter, it's just that you fuck very nicely! Now, go and shower and things, and I'll clear up 'ere!'

When I emerged from the bathroom with a towel round my waist, Rosie snatched the towel away and pushed me down into an armchair. She knelt in front of me and started kissing my body, licking my nipples and nibbling my belly with sharp teeth before taking my cock in her mouth. She started sucking me, then paused to pull her blouse down off her shoulders to rub her bare breasts against my legs before sucking me again. I lay back, tangling my fingers in her hair, loving what she was doing to me, until I finally exploded, choking her until she started to swallow my semen as it spurted against the back of her throat.

Rosie kissed and fondled my cock as it softened, and then she shakily got to her feet. 'Swallowing that stuff is supposed to be good for the complexion,' she grinned. 'I'll soon have the skin of a sixteen-year-old if I keep on like this!'

I just smiled at her weakly, and she pulled her blouse up over her shoulders. 'Now, then!' she said severely. 'There's bloody nothin' in the fridge – I was lucky to find the bacon and some eggs, although Gawd knows how long they've been in there! Give me some money, and I'll go and buy some food.'

'My wallet's on the dresser,' I groaned, unable to move. 'Take what you want ...'

Rosie went into the bedroom and returned with a handful of notes, and I was suddenly alarmed. 'Are you sure you're coming back?'

She ruffled the notes thoughtfully. 'We'll 'ave to see, won't we? But if I don't, you'll 'ave 'ad your money's worth, won't you, darlin'?'

I was in an agony of anxiety until, an hour later, the doorbell rang, and there was Rosie, lugging several bulging shopping bags.

'Christ, that lot's 'eavy! Cartin' them bags damn near killed me! Come and give me a good fuckin' while I get me breath back!'

I followed her into the bedroom as she undressed on the way, and then she lay on the bed on her back, her legs widespread, reaching out to welcome me. I reached into the bedside table for a condom, but she stopped me.

'No darlin' – don't bother. You ain't got nothin', and neither 'ave I, and I can't get pregnant, and' I want to feel your stuff spurtin' into me proper!'

I kissed her wildly, glad that she'd returned, and excited by her naked body, and then I started fucking her. She started to jerk spasmodically almost as soon as I entered her, and within moments her body was damp with perspiration. She wrapped her legs round my waist, forcing me deeper inside her, and we kissed and caressed each other as if neither of us had had sex for years, until at last we came together, our bodies slamming against each other as I pumped my semen into her.

It took us both a long time to recover, but finally Rosie rolled off the bed. 'I'd better unpack the shoppin', darlin'. Put it away before it spoils, or you fuck me again!'

I groaned, and after a while I got up and followed her into the kitchen, just as she straightened and closed the door of the fridge. Then she crossed to the counter.

''ere's your change, darlin'. Except for the quid you owe me for that feel you 'ad!' she smiled, and held up a pound coin to show me, and kissed it. 'I loved it when you put your 'and on my tit!' she said softly.

'Oh, and another thing. I couldn't find any Vaseline in the bathroom cabinet, so I bought some, so that you can fuck me up my arse. Will you, darlin'? I love that ...'

I fucked her up her arse, all right, and in her vagina, and in her mouth. It was Saturday, and we spent most of the day in bed, sometimes eating, drinking, or briefly sleeping, and then fucking again. I was amazed at my stamina, but somehow just the sight or feel of her got me hard and ready to fuck her.

In the evening Rosie cooked a mouth-watering meal, wearing my shirt – unbuttoned - and laughing and trying to push me away as I kissed and fondled her, and then I lit a couple of candles and poured the wine and we sat down to eat. Her cheeks were flushed with cooking and all the fucking, and her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, and I thought she looked ravishing, her bare breasts gleaming and peeping enticingly through the open shirt.

Suddenly I was curious. 'Tell me about yourself, Rosie,' I said, and she shrugged.

'There's not much to tell, darlin'. Been married a couple of times, 'ad lots of lovers, and Gawd knows 'ow many 'undreds of casual fucks. I always loved bein' fucked since I was a girl, an' it seemed I couldn't be faithful to anyone. I've been called a whore and a slut often enough, an' I s'pose that's what I am. The last bloke I lived with was black, and 'e called me 'is 'white whore'. 'E used to be rough with me – I loved that, though – and watch while 'is friends fucked me, but then 'e got tired of me an' kicked me out. That was a couple of months ago, an' since then I've been livin' rough, beggin' an' gettin' a few quid from blokes fuckin' me. Then, like I told you, some bloke I slept with one night fucked me and stole everythin' I 'ad, leavin' me with just the clothes I stood up in, and then I picked you up, darlin'. Now I've slept in a proper bed, and 'ad a couple of baths, and food like this – it's 'eaven!'

After dinner we sat on the sofa in the living room, and I started kissing her superb breasts. I'd always loved women's naked breasts – I remember being captivated by my mother's as a child, and Rosie's were magnificent. Lush, firm but yielding, with a tracery of fine blue veins, and those wonderful aureoles from which her long rubbery nipples jutted proudly whenever she was aroused, which seemed to be almost all the time. I ran my tongue round them, feeling her rough, stippled aureoles, and then I sucked her engorged nipples and tugged at them with my teeth. I began nibbling her breasts, biting them increasingly hard, their swelling tops and sweetly curved undersides, digging my fingers into her soft flesh until she couldn't stand it any more, and begged me to fuck her.

We fucked again when we went to bed, and this time during the night Rosie straddled me, saying it was her turn to fuck me, and once again I kneaded her magnificent breasts as she rose and fell above me.

Sunday turned into a blur of sex - I couldn't get enough of her body, and I fucked her in countless positions. In the afternoon we were sitting on the sofa again, naked – she was toying with my cock, and as usual I was fondling her breast. I rolled her nipple between my forefinger and thumb, and then I squeezed it, hard, and Rosie gave a little 'Ummm' of delight.

'Do it again, darlin', she whispered, and I tightened my grip.

'You said that bloke of yours was rough with you, and that you liked it – is this what he did to you?'

'Yes, and lots more. I – I like a man to 'urt me once in a while ...'

'Do you?' I said softly, and she turned her face towards me. Before she could answer I slapped her face painfully, and she smiled dreamily. I slapped her again, and she twisted towards me, offering me her breasts, and I slapped first one and then the other. Then I dragged her across my lap and started spanking her soft backside. She moaned, grinding her breasts against my thigh as I spanked her fiercely, until her skin was glowing fiery red.




Rosie



Rosie was panting and wriggling on my lap, and I paused, fondling her instead of spanking her. 'Enough?' I queried, but she turned her head and looked at me, biting her bottom lip, and shook her head, and I started to slap her backside again. 

At last she gasped 'No more, darlin' – I can't wait. Fuck me on the carpet, so it hurts my bottom!'

I lowered her to the floor and climbed on top of her, and she started squirming, rubbing her stinging backside against the carpet, shuddering and grunting with pain as I fucked her. She was already having an orgasm, and she clung to me and kissed me wildly until my semen spurted into her, and then she screamed and fell back on the carpet, her body still jerking uncontrollably. Finally she opened her eyes and smiled at me weakly.

'Next time, use your belt on me, darlin'. And don't be so gentle!'

We went into the bedroom and Rosie collapsed onto the bed, face down, and I lay down beside her. We both slept for a while, and when we woke up she winced as she tried to sit up. I rubbed cream on her reddened bottom, and fondling her like that got us both excited again. She eased herself off the bed and went into the bathroom, to return with the Vaseline.

'I can't lie on my back for a bit for you to fuck me, darlin', so I'll fuck you with my tits!'

She smeared Vaseline on her breasts and then knelt and took my cock between them, rubbing them up and down my shaft with her hands until I exploded, spurting my semen over her face and under her chin and watching it trickle down over her body. Then she licked and sucked my cock, drinking the last drops until I softened between her lips.

Later she straddled me again, and then I fucked her standing up, supporting her as she wrapped her legs round my waist, but when we went to bed she was ready to be fucked on her back before we fell into an exhausted sleep.

The next morning, Monday, I had another meeting with my publisher, and Rosie looked at me sadly. 'I'd better be on my way, then, darlin'. It's been a terrific weekend, and the fuckin' was lovely!'

I took her in my arms and kissed her. 'You don't have to go unless you want to, Rosie. Why not stay here for a few more days?'

Her face broke into a smile. 'And a few more fucks? All right, then, darlin', if you want me too!'

I was on the train before I realized what a fool I'd been. She was a slut, a whore, and she probably knew every criminal in miles, and let them fuck her, too. All she had to do was call someone, and they'd empty my flat in minutes, taking everything I had and leaving me with nothing. All my possessions, and my computer with all my work on it ...

The meeting lasted longer than I'd expected, and was followed by an equally long lunch, and then more talking when we got back to the office, so that it was early evening by the time I got home. I nearly ran all the way from the station, afraid of what I might find and cursing myself for not having called the police earlier to try to stop my flat from being burgled.

When I anxiously opened my front door, the light was on, and I was greeted by the smell of furniture polish. The mirror in the hall sparkled, and everywhere I looked everything was spotless and gleaming, and then Rosie appeared from the kitchen, once again wearing my shirt, unbuttoned, and her face lit up with a welcoming smile.

'Thought you was never comin' 'ome, darlin'! I was getting' worried! Would you like a drink?'

Instead of answering, I took her in my arms, slipping my hands inside her – my – shirt to feel her naked body as I kissed her frantically, and then I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. I got my clothes off in seconds, and plunged my cock into her, to start fucking her furiously. She responded at once, struggling out of the shirt as I pounded into her, and then she was writhing against me, returning my kissed and jerking her hips up to meet me and match my thrusts, and then we both climaxed wildly, kissing and clutching each other. I seemed to pump semen into her endlessly, and she kissed me and stroked my hair as I trembled against her. Then, at last I relaxed, trying to catch my breath as she kissed my face.

'Gawd, darlin'! Are you all right? After all the fuckin' we did at the weekend, I'd 'ave thought you'd 'ave 'ad enough of me! Let me get you that drink ...'

'I – I was just glad to see you, Rosie,' I said, feeling guilty about my suspicions, but it was more than that – I really was glad to see her.

She laughed. 'It's lucky I got us some steak for dinner – it'll 'elp you get your strength back!'

Once again dinner was cooked to perfection, and I admired everything she'd done in cleaning the place up. We fucked twice more during the evening, and then we went to bed and I fucked her up her bottom, loving the feel of my semen spurting up her back passage as I gripped her hanging breast with one hand and fingered her dripping vagina with the other.

I used the second bedroom as an office, and I worked there all morning. I was delighted to feel that I working better than I ever had before. Rosie went out to get a few things, and then we had beer and sandwiches for lunch. She was wearing her peasant blouse and skirt again, and I remembered that that was all she had.

'Rosie – let's go out and get you some new clothes – you can't just keep wearing what you've got on and my shirts,' I said, and she smiled incredulously.

'D'you really mean it, darlin'? You want to buy me things?'

We went to a nearby department store, and Rosie started to pick things out and ask me if I liked them. I hated shopping, but she was so obviously happy that for once it wasn't so bad. She dragged me off to tell her what I thought when she tried them on, accompanied by a young shop assistant. She'd selected a couple of skirts and some tops and sweaters, and I told her to get a couple of dresses as well, so that I could take her out to dinner, and her eyes filled with tears.

Everything she'd selected was either tight or revealing, and sometimes both, and I grinned my approval. She appeared from the changing cubicle in a tight-fitting blue dress that matched her eyes, with a plunging neckline and a short hem that showed off her legs, and I told her she looked lovely.

'It's a pity it's too small in there for you to come in and 'elp me change, darlin'. You know I like it when you strip me naked,' she said, smiling wickedly, and the young girl assistant blushed furiously.

Once she appeared briefly wearing just her panties to get something from the pile she'd forgotten, and the sight of her naked breasts made my cock stiffen, and I wished I could go into the cubicle and fuck her there and then.

Next she selected some shoes, all with high heels, and then she asked me if I preferred tights or stockings.

'Neither,' I sad. 'I like you with bare legs.'

'Right, darlin'. Bare legs it is! Like this!' she grinned, and hoisted her skirt to reveal her naked thighs.

Then she chose some panties, and looked at me pleadingly. 'Can I get a couple of bras, darlin'? I won't wear 'em often. Just half-bras, you know, to push me tits up and show off me cleavage?'

I gave in, and she picked out a couple that consisted of bits of lace and a couple of straps, and then she bought some makeup. I shuddered when I discovered what everything had cost me, but then the look on Rosie's face made it all worthwhile, and anyway I'd just signed a deal for a new book and received a substantial advance, so I didn't really mind.

Then Rosie nuzzled her breasts against my arm. 'While you're spendin' all that money, darlin', I've just about spent all your change, so can you give me a bit more cash for things we need?'

I shuddered again, and got some money from the ATM – a lot of money.

When we got home, laden with packages, I put the money in a jar in the kitchen and told Rosie to help herself to whatever she needed, and then she disappeared into the bedroom, to emerge wearing one of her new bras and panties.

'Darlin' – you've got to fuck me the first time I put new things on, so that I'll remember your cock in me every time I wear them!'

I was only too happy to start, and that evening we got through a dress, a skirt and a couple of sweaters.

The next day I had to do an interview for the book I was working on, and I didn't get home until late afternoon. When I saw Rosie, I caught my breath – she had on the dress and high-heeled shoes, and the grey had gone from her hair. It had been re-styled, and shone with auburn highlights, and for the first time I saw her wearing makeup. She looked at least ten years younger, and I felt myself beginning to harden. There was no other word for it – she looked fabulous, and I told her so.

She flushed with pleasure, and came into my arms and kissed me. I glanced down at her – the dress had a very low neckline, and I saw that she was wearing the bra that pushed her breasts up and together, and then I noticed a thin gold chain round her neck that disappeared in her cleavage. I was puzzled, because I'd never seen her wearing jewellery before, and I pulled the chain out, to see that on it was suspended a pound coin.

'Do you like it, darlin'? It's the pound I took for that first feel you 'ad. The nice bloke in the jeweller's shop did it while I waited, after I let 'im find out 'ow long the chain needed to be to go between my tits – I should 'ave charged 'im for a feel, too!'

I stripped her naked, apart from the chain – she said she was always going to wear it, and rub it against her tit to remind her, and she gave me a demonstration – she cupped her breast in one hand, and with the other she scraped the coin against her rubbery nipple until it became engorged and stood out like the top joint of my little finger, and then I fucked her.

She told me she'd spent a lot of my money having her hair done, and her nails too, and she'd painted her toenails for me, and I sucked her toes and fucked her again.

The next few days were wonderful, and I suddenly realized I'd never been so happy. Often while I was busy writing Rosie would bring me a mug of coffee, and kneel between my legs and suck my cock 'to give me a break', as she said.

Occasionally I'd take her to the local pub for lunch, and if the weather was nice I'd let her persuade me to walk back through the park. Once when it had been raining overnight she took her shoes off and walked barefoot through the grass, saying it was a pity there were people around because she'd like me to lay her down and fuck her right there. She was wearing her original peasant off-the-shoulder blouse and flowery skirt because she knew I liked her to sometimes, to remind me of when I'd first met her. This time, though, she had on a pair of skimpy peach-coloured panties – I knew, because they were all she'd worn all morning. But no bra, of course. We came to a log by a patch of bare earth with a large puddle of rainwater – Rosie glanced around, but there was nobody nearby, and she sat on the log and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then she bent down and scooped up some mud in her hand, and smeared it over her thighs and belly, and then inside her blouse of her breasts.

'You like me dirty, darlin', she said, 'so take me 'ome and fuck me like this!'

One evening we were sitting on the sofa together – she was wearing a skirt and sweater, and I put my hand on her bare leg and slid it up under her skirt. 'Rosie – it's funny,' I said. 'There was a woman sitting opposite me on the train the other day with her legs crossed and showing a lot of thigh. I couldn't help looking, but – all I thought about was you!'

Rosie looked at me strangely and kissed me. 'I know what you mean, darlin'. When I go out, blokes look at me like they always do, but they don't interest me no more. P'raps it's because you keep fuckin' my brains out, and I'm too tired. Put your 'and up 'higher, darlin' – that's right – ooh, that's nice!'

The only setback came a week or so later. I'd spent the day out again, and when I got home Rosie was sitting on the floor, wearing one of my shirts again and hugging her knees and crying brokenheartedly. She scrambled to her feet and rushed to me and threw herself into my arms, sobbing. Her face was streaked with tears, and her body was trembling, but when I asked he what was wrong she wouldn't tell me, and just asked me to fuck her.

I stripped her and entered her – at first she just stared at me, shuddering, and then when I started to fuck her she was like a wild animal. She was still crying, rubbing herself against me and clinging to me, digging her nails into me and screaming at me to fuck her harder. Her orgasm was the most violent I'd ever seen, and she kept kissing me and holding onto me, grinding her body against me, and when I softened she begged me to stay inside her.

That evening I cooked us a frozen pizza, and Rosie wouldn't let me out of her sight, and we sat side by side at the kitchen table. She had my shirt on again, wrapped tightly round her body, and she made me put my arm round her while we ate. She jammed herself against me, and just picked at her food, stifling sobs and sometimes turning towards me and burying her face in my shoulder and then asking me to kiss her. We went to bed and fucked again, and all night she hugged me and made me hold her.

She was still upset for two or three days, before things more or less returned to normal, although she wouldn't tell me what was the matter, and sometimes I detected an underlying sadness even when she was apparently happy.

One evening she surprised me by asking me to tell her about my mother.

I shrugged. 'I don't remember much about her. She ran off with another man when I was a teenager.'

Rosie looked at me. 'Did you ever want to fuck her?'

I was suddenly embarrassed, but I nodded. 'Yes, lots of times. She was always walking around with not much on, and my father kept telling her to "cover herself up in front of the boy.", and I used to masturbate thinking about her. I remember going into her bedroom once and all she was wearing was her panties, and I threw my arms round her and buried my face in her naked breasts ...'

'Did you love her?'

'Until she went away, but then I hated her for leaving me ...'

'What 'appened then, darlin'?'

'My father got a housekeeper – her name was Mrs Hopkins - she was about sixty, and skinny as a rake. She always wore black dresses, with her grey hair pulled back tightly, and after a while I heard her going into my father's room at night. Then one day she kissed me and put her hand on my cock, and I started fucking her. Usually I pretended to myself it was my mother I was fucking. Mrs Hopkins said my mother was a wicked woman, but I didn't think so – I didn't blame her for leaving my father – I never got on with him, and Mrs Hopkins said he wasn't much good in bed, but I could never forgive her for not taking me with her ...'

Rosie took out my cock and kissed it. 'Maybe she thought you'd be better off with your father, darlin'.'

'No, she just didn't want me – as I said, I hated her, and I still do.'

I sat there thinking back as Rosie started to suck me, and when we went to bed she was surprisingly tender – until the next day, and then I fucked her furiously, and she responded eagerly.

We had sex at least twice, and usually three, four or five times a day – the days turned into weeks, and the weeks became months, and I just seemed to get happier, and the sex got better and better. Then my book was published in America, and I heard it got good reviews, and I took Rosie out to dinner to celebrate.

We had a wonderful time, and in the taxi on the way home I put my hand up her skirt and got her panties off and stuffed them in my pocket, and she put her hand in my trousers, and we kissed and I finger-fucked her all the way to the flat. When I paid the driver her winked and nodded towards Rosie – she was climbing the stairs, her arms behind her back unfastening her dress, and as I looked she shrugged it off her shoulders, baring her naked back as she went in the door. 

She was lying on the bed, wearing just her shoes and the coin on the chain round her neck – she never took it off, not even in the shower – and I had my clothes off in an instant, and then we were fucking ...

It was a wonderful fuck – Rosie felt it too, and I erupted like a volcano into her, and we kissed each other wildly, until at last I stopped and Rosie smiled at me, her eyes moist with tears.

'Rosie – I – that was marvellous – it always is - but there was more to it than just fucking,' I stammered. 'What I'm trying to say is, I've never been so happy, and I want ...'

Rosie stopped me by putting her hand over my mouth.

'Don't say any more, darlin'. I think it's time I moved on. It's been wonderful, but I should go. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, and – leave tomorrow ...'

She started to cry, and I tried to kiss her, but she pushed me away and sat up, and I looked at her beautiful naked body. She sniffled, and then continued, not looking at me.

'From the very start, I felt there was something wonderful about being with you – despite the difference in our ages, it seemed that I'd found something I'd been subconsciously searching for all my life,' she said. I thought she sounded different, and I suddenly realised that her accent had changed.

'My name isn't really Rosie – that was just a nickname my father gave me once after he spanked my bare bottom. You can guess why. I knew nothing about you, and then I saw letters addressed to you as John Foster, or J.E. Foster, and I tried to tell myself it was just an uncanny coincidence. But I had to know, and one day I searched your desk, and found your passport, and your birth certificate, and it was all there – your date and place of birth, your father's name, your mother's maiden name, everything. That was the time you found me crying, darling ... It's better I tell you now, rather than you finding out by accident somehow later – I'm that mother you hate so much, darling, the one that ran off and left you ...'

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to take in what she had told me – it was as if the roof had fallen in, and my cock shrivelled to nothing.

'It broke my heart leaving you, darling, but I felt it would be best, and I was right. You know the life I've been living, and I couldn't possibly have put you through all that. But I never stopped loving you – and if you'd tried to fuck me, I'd have let you ...' 

She took a deep breath. 'There – I've told you. I'll leave tonight, darling. I've slept rough before, and I'll have to get used to doing it again. I'll find that bloke who'll let me share his sleeping bag in exchange for a fuck, and come back tomorrow for those things you bought me, if you still want me to have them – but I'd like to keep this,' she said, fingering the coin dangling between her breasts. 'It – it means so much to me ...'

She started to get off the bed, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She half sprawled on top of me, her breasts flattened on my chest, and looked at me apprehensively.

'You silly bitch!' I said. 'You left me once – do you think I'm going to let you walk out on me again?'

I kissed her roughly, and when we broke apart her eyes were again filled with tears.

'Now, get me hard again – you know I always wanted to fuck my mother!' 



Rosie & Carla



Rosie's Story

Hi my name is Rosie Webster, I am 18 years old and live with my family on Coronation Street in Wetherfield. Manchester.

My dad Kevin owns the Motor Repair business on the street, my mum Sally is a machinist at "Underworld" which produces its own brand of lingerie, and me? I am the personal assistant to the owner of the company Carla Gordon. Carla is in her mid thirties and a striking looking woman with a great business brain. .

Which brings me to a little story about Carla, which I think you will find interesting.

Carla and I were sitting in the office at "Underworld" waiting for the phone to ring. It was Friday afternoon and we were awaiting the call that would decide to future of the company.

When Carla's marriage to Tony had collapsed , he had taken a fairly big slice of the companies order book with him. Carla had worked very hard to attract new business and the call we awaited was from a potential new customer. Carla had given the girls the afternoon off as a reward for getting the trial batch out on time and to the required standard, "Why don't you go to the pub with the rest of them, I will let you know when they call" said Carla. I replied, "its my job on the line, same as yours, I'll wait". 

The time crawled by as we kept looking at the clock then the phone and then each other. Suddenly the phone rang "I'm scared" said Carla as she picked up the phone "Underworld ,Carla Gordon speaking" I waited anxiously for any reaction, then Carla's face cracked into the biggest smile I had ever seen. "Thank you so much Mr Foster, I will see you Monday morning and we can sort out your requirements, bye and thanks again" Replacing the phone Carla screamed "We did it Rosie, we got the order, will keep us going for at least a year" With that Carla came over to me and hugged me, she then placed a kiss on my lips, it only lasted a few seconds, it was not opened mouthed, no tongues, but non the less a kiss. "Go home get ready to hit the town tonight" said Carla "I will pick you up at 8."

Now I have been around the block a time or two sexually. I lost my virginity at 15 to my first boyfriend Craig Harris. I had an affair with one of my teachers, who later kidnapped me, but that's another story. One or two one night stands and holiday romances, so yes I was a sexual person, I liked sex and experimenting, but with men. I had never even thought of trying it with a woman, but Carla's kiss had got me exited. 

After giving my mum the good news, I started to get ready. After my shower I looked at my naked body in the mirror. A pretty face, brunette shoulder length hair, nice breasts tipped with deep pink nipples which were very sensitive. I looked down and admired my pubic region, the triangle of dark hair was trimmed but not shaven a as seemed to be the fashion, I am a woman and want to look like one. My legs whilst not long could still look good in a mini skirt.

I selected a black and cream bra and panty set. From "Underworld" of course. The little black dress was an easy choice , It showed just enough cleavage, and a decent amount of thigh. After applying my make up, I admired the result in the mirror, Rosie Webster, you look bloody gorgeous I said quietly to myself.

"Rosie, Carla's cab is here" my mum shouted upstairs. I got the usual be careful lecture from my dad as I left the house "Don't wait up I will be very late" I shouted as I climbed into the cab. "Wow" said Carla "you look gorgeous, all the men will be after you tonight" I did not answer straight away but then said "No, tonight is about us, we don't need men , tonight is a girls night". And that's how it turned out. We visited several bars and by 1a.m. were quite merry. 

In the cab on the way home, Carla took my hand and said "I could not have coped this past few months without you, you have been brilliant" She then put her arm around my shoulder , lifted my chin with her finger and kissed me, her lips parted at the same time as mine and I felt her smooth tongue start to seek mine. I did not hesitate to respond. We kissed for the next few minutes when Carla said "Do you want to stay with me tonight? I did not hesitate or answer ,I just pressed my lips on hers and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth. "I will take that as a yes then" she mouthed as our lips parted for a second.

When we arrived at Carla's apartment, she switched on some smooth jazz music and dimmed the lights. She then took me in her arms and we kissed for what seemed an age. Finally breaking apart I said "I've never been with a woman before" She replied "Neither have I, my little angel, we will have to teach each other. 

She then unzipped my dress and I let it slip to the floor, "I am glad you use the company products" she said recognising my underwear , I looked at Carla as I never had before, I knew she was a striking looking woman, with jet black hair, full lips and cheek bones to die for, but until that moment I did not realise how much sex appeal she possessed. I reached behind and unzipped her dress whilst kissing and licking her neck. As her dress fell to the floor I was amazed to see she had chosen exactly the same bra and panties set as me.

Carla took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Carla's king size bed looked huge and as it was a warm night we just laid on top of the duvet. As we kissed again and again I felt Carla undo my bra, as it came loose I felt another woman's hand on my breast for the first time. My nipple hardened instantly under Carla's caress and the effect of this combined with very passionate kissing was sending me crazy.

As I discarded the bra, Carla took her lips from mine and trailing her tongue own my neck took my right nipple into her mouth. She flicked her tongue around the bud and nibbled very lightly on it. Her  hand travelled down and she pushed it inside my panties. After gently playing with my pubic hair, her finger found my pussy and she carefully inserted her finger into me. I was sopping wet by this time, and after two more of her fingers started to move rhythmically inside me I experienced my first lesbian orgasm. My whole body seemed to be on fire and I cried out very loudly in sheer ecstasy. 

I kissed Carla again and said "I never thought it could be this good" She just smiled , kissed me again and taking hold of my now soaking panties said " shall we get rid of these?" I lifted my hips an she slid the panties off. Carla gently parted my legs and trailing kisses down my body finally reached her target . I could feel her hot breath on my pussy as she licked and kissed my inner thighs. Gently she parted my pussy lips and inserted her tongue into me, slowly at first but then with ever increasing pressure. When her tongue reached my clitoris I cannot describe the feeling that was coursing through my body . I doubted Carla's claim that she had never been with a woman, as she seemed to be an expert at administering pleasure. While licking and kissing my now soaking pussy, her hands were caressing my breasts. I was in sexual heaven. 

After I climaxed for the second time, Carla kissed her way back up my body, again spending a lot of time on my breasts, which I loved. She then kissed me deeply and somewhat spoiled the mood by leaving me to go to the bathroom.

As she emerged from the bathroom, Carla was silhouetted against the light, as she came over to the bed I could see she was naked. Her breasts were bigger than mine and the nipples were a very deep red and rather large. The pubic triangle was as black as the hair on her head, and though trimmed, still caught the very essence of womanhood.

She climbed back into bed and said "Now were where we" and began kissing me again. My hands moved to her breasts and for the first time I caressed a breast that wasn't mine. Carla moaned deeply as I took her nipple into my mouth and took my hand and moved it down to her pussy. 

The hair was courser than mine, as I tweaked it between my fingers. Moving down I found her opening and started to gently move my fingers in and out of her now very wet pussy. As my ministrations increased I could feel Carla was close to coming and moved my lips from her breast to hers and probed deep into her mouth with my tongue. As she came she screamed my name in pure sexual abandonment.

We were both exhausted after such a memorable day and after one more goodnight kiss, I fell asleep in her arms.



For a few moments as I woke, I did not realise where I was. It was only when I looked over and saw Carla's face on the pillow next to mine that I realised that last night had not been a dream. 

I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips then the breasts, before moving down to her belly button and moving my tongue around the little button. By this time Carla was awake and looked down at me and smiled. "What a wonderful way to start the day" she said as I kissed across her stomach and then down into her pubic hair. She opened her legs and I got a close up view of her pussy. The lips were very pronounced and I could see she was wet. I thought its now or never girl as I moved my mouth closer. Then I placed the tip of my tongue against her lips and slowly began to prise them apart, Carla gave a moan and said "Oh yes.. don't stop " I had no intention of stopping as I continued to explore her pussy . I found the clitoris and began to tease my tongue around the sensitive button. By this time Carla was grinding her pussy against my face which was covered in her juices " Oh god I'm coming, I'm coming" she squealed as her orgasm ripped through her body. 

I moved up her body and as I kissed her , I let some of the juices I had collected from her pussy , dribble into her mouth. Then with my tongue against hers, mixed our juices together.

As we lay in each others arms she told me that , she had been eaten out by lots of men, but those experiences were nothing compared to the one I had just given her. "not bad for a rookie" I said, "and I Will get better with practice"

We lay just stroking each others bodies without saying a word. "God its 9 o'clock" Carla exclaimed "Sally will wonder where you are" I looked at her, smiled and took her nipple in my mouth, as I rolled my tongue around the stiffening bud I murmured " I sent a text last night to say I was staying at yours, in the spare room of course, so we have all morning, if you want" "I want, I want "said Carla as she rolled on top of me and kissed me. 

After lots of kissing Carla suggested we have a shower together, and of course I agreed. Once into the shower cubicle Carla took care to gently rub the shower lotion all over my body. This was another new and exciting experience for me, and for her of course. I returned the favour and we let the hard jets of water wash over our bodies as we held each other and kissed for what must have been the thousandth time. 

Carla's hand moved down and with the water cascading over us, began to move her fingers inside of me. Taking her cue, I inserted my fingers inside her pussy and soon we had acquired the same rhythm . As we increased the pressure we were both approaching the point of no return and reached our orgasm together. Completely satisfied we let the water run over our exhausted bodies.

As I dressed to go home, Carla came into the bedroom and handed me my panties, they were still very moist from Carla's initial ministrations all those hours ago. "You cant wear those, I will get you a pair of mine" I looked at her , smiled and said. "Don't worry, with all the attention my little friend down here has had lately, I think I will go commando, she needs the fresh air."

We kissed a final time as I left to return to my family. I waved to her from the taxi and thought that life at "Underworld" would never be the same again.

But then on the following Monday....... But that's another story



Rosie & Carla and Rosie's Mum



Hi, Rosie Webster again with the latest episodes in my very full sex life.

You remember last time. I was in bed with my boss Carla Gordon. After a hectic night of lovemaking, I asked what she had got up to while I was on holiday.

She told me she had screwed one of the delivery drivers. No big deal there.

Then shocked me by telling me she had had a fling with....my mother.

I insisted she told me the complete story, but first of all she had to tell me about Pete the delivery man.

Now Pete is a fit guy. In his early 40's, He must work out every day to get a body like his. When he delivers the bolts of fabric, there is not a woman in the factory that does not lust after him.

Anyway this day, he was held up in a traffic jam on the motorway and phoned to ask Carla if someone could stay behind to take delivery of the fabrics. There would be no shortage of volunteers, but Carla was reluctant to pay overtime, and she had other plans for Pete the driver.

As she was relating the story, I was tracing patterns on her body with my fingertips. Around her breasts, down across her belly and combing lightly through her pubic hair.

She continued. Pete was hot and sweaty when he had finished unloading, and Carla offered him a cup of tea. 'Anything else I can tempt you with?' she asked, provocatively licking her lips.

Pete replied 'depends what's on offer.' 

Carla simply said 'this,' and pressed her lips to his. Her mouth opened and she felt the roughness of his stubble against her. There tongues met and began a dance of desire, twisting and twirling around each other.

Carla broke the kiss and dropping to her knees, undid his belt and pulled down the zip of his jeans, tugging them down to his ankles. Reaching into his shorts, she extracted his cock. It was not the biggest she had seen, but it was her first for several months.

Licking the end first, she moved her lips along the now fully erect organ. Then slowly took the tip into her mouth, then out again. Next time a little more, then more again, until her lips were catching on his pubic hair.

Carla continued with this oral treat for several minutes, while Pete just stood there, enjoying every nanosecond of it.

Then Pete, with his strength, lifted Carla as if she was as light as a feather. Placed her on some discarded fabrics, reached under her skirt and ripped her panties off. Splaying her legs wide open, he took his penis in his hand and guided it straight into Carla's soaking pussy. She gave a gasp, as she received her first cock since splitting with Tony. 

As with Garfield, there was no technique. Pete just kept slamming his cock into her as far as it would go. He only lasted a couple of minutes, before withdrawing and ejaculating all over her black pubic hair.

He zipped up his jeans and said, 'thanks for the tea Mrs. Gordon, see you next month.' With that he walked out, leaving her laying there.

Carla thought to herself 'you bastard, but what a wonderful sexy bastard you are.'

By this time, my fingers were working in her pussy, and I soon had her coming again.

'Now tell me about mum,' I insisted.

'Oh, Ok, it was like this.'

Carla told me that as the business was now doing so well, thanks to my seduction of Tabitha and the extra orders generated from "Mystique", that she was thinking of expanding.

Already, premises had been looked at nearby, with things moving at a pace. Carla was thinking of diversifying into Ladies Fashion, with particular the 40plus age range in mind. Consequently she had asked my mother Sally, who was just in that range, for her opinion on some of Carla's ideas.

I can just Imagine my mother, who has real grand ways, relishing telling the other girls that she was consulted by the boss.

Anyway, it seems Carla invited mum to her apartment one Friday evening. They shared a bottle of wine and talked about Carla's ideas for expanding the business. 

A further bottle and things started getting personal. My mum told Carla how she had met my dad when they were both young, and had moved into Coronation Street , had me and Sophie, then my dad left her for someone called Steph Barnes and divorced. 

By this time mum was apparently a bit weepy and Carla placed a comforting arm around her shoulder.

Continuing, she related how Steph Barnes and my dad split and they got back together and re-married. Then she almost threw it all away again, by having an affair with her boss at the car showrooms.

Carla smiled at me knowingly and said 'must be in the genes, having sex with the boss.' I gave a little smile and urged her to continue.

She said then, my mum broke down and sobbed her heart out. Carla, pulled her toward her to comfort her, and placed a light kiss on her forehead, followed by another. My mum looked up at Carla through her tears and slowly their lips moved closer, until they touched. 

Lightly at first, they kissed, Carla then gently parted my mums lips with her tongue and was met by hers. Carla's tongue began to weave its magic around my mums mouth, and she responded eagerly.

As they kissed, Carla tentively placed her hand on my mums breast. Mum froze for a second, but then carried on kissing the younger woman.

Encouraged by this Carla popped open the top two buttons on mums blouse and slid her hand inside her bra. As she cupped her breast, her fingers rolled around the nipple, which became immediately erect, with mum giving out a small gasp.

Reaching over and tweaking my left nipple, she said 'now I know where you get your oh so sensitive nipples from.'

'What happened then/' I asked.

Carla continued her story by describing how my mum had sat up, discarded her blouse and undone her bra, to enable Carla to suck on her nipples.

'Just like you used to when you were a baby.' she added. 

Then after a lot of breast action, she slid her hand inside my mums skirt and down into her panties, finding her wetness straight away. Apparently by now, my mum was far gone and eagerly helped Carla remove her skirt and panties. 

'They were white cotton, very boring,' she said. 

Then she described, kissing and licking along my mums thighs, taking in the muskiness from her most sensitive and private parts. She told me she was not a natural blonde, as her pubic hair was a very light brown colour, and unlike mine, quite sparse. 

I was getting very turned on by now and silenced Carla by climbing onto her and kissing her whilst our breasts pressed together and our fingers moved in unison in and out of each others pussies.

After a considerable time and several orgasms, Carla continued her story.

My mum was very wet as Carla pushed first one finger into her then quickly a second. It did not take long for Carla's expert fingers to bring her to a long and noisy climax.

Carla replaced her fingers with her tongue and started to lick up and down the length of my mums pussy.

As she was telling me, my fingers were slowly working in my pussy, as I visualised my mums pleasure.

Carla told me that as she was licking away, she could not get the vision out of her mind, that some 19 or so years before, my dads penis had been in this very same place and he had planted the seed, that became me. Then 9 months later, out I popped, from the very place her tongue was licking.

As she told me this, I came with a powerful and very intense orgasm.

'What happen then?' I asked breathlessly.

'Well she came again, then sat up and said she couldn't do this, grabbed her things and bolted for the bathroom. I was left high and dry, well perhaps not dry, but you know what I mean.'

Carla went on to explain that my mum came out after about 10 minutes, and rather bashfully apologised for what had happened, saying it must have been the wine and she was sorry. 

Understanding her confusion, Carla told my mum that she had nothing to be ashamed of and that what they had shared was a most beautiful thing. My mum gulped and nodded indicating she agreed. Carla led her to the door, where mum surprised her by pulling Carla towards her and kissing her very long and very wet, with much duelling of tongues.

At work the following day, Carla was her usual self, whilst mum was a bit quiet and withdrawn. Until Carla smiled at her, with a knowing look that only they shared, and all was well.

They met in the pub a few nights later and agreed that their little tryst had been very enjoyable and if the opportunity came along they would do it again. My mum added that as Carla had seen her naked, it only seemed right that she should also have the right to see the black haired beauty in all her glory.

We were both turned on so much by this time, that we tore into each other with a frenzy. First of all a bout of intense kissing, followed by a long slow, climax inducing 69. Finally into a scissors, our aching and soaking pussies grinding together as we reached a mutual orgasm that tore through our bodies like a molten stream of pleasure.

We slept late, I had laid awake for a while, studying this fantastic creature by my side, who had just related how she had made love to my mother. As I drifted of to sleep, I wondered what it would be like, making love to your own mother.

After showering together, Carla prepared breakfast while I checked my phone for messages. There was one from Sam. She was to be based at Manchester Airport for a while, and did I want to meet up, for a little fun.

I sent a message back saying.........

But that's another story.