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Sasha

By: --brat--



Yes, I'm watching you and you love my hungry, caressing eyes on your body. You know what I want, but will you allow it? I can't quite read your mood tonight. I move even closer to you, almost touching you with all my vibrancy and loving your eyes on me as well. Just your eyes, for you haven't touched me yet or allowed my touch; you're just watching me, my arousal. Even through the veils of civilization, you see the hardening peaks and smell the fragrance that signals my need.

Finally, you say the words I've waited for, "Yes, I'll allow it." And, you give me that smile; the one I dream about when you're not around. The slow one that reaches out and squeezes all the hidden places within me...your sweet promises smile. I reach out my hand to touch your lips and say, "Meet me in the garden, in our special place. That's where I want you. And, just in your robe luv." As I watch you take those steps that signal the beginning of this game, the reality of the coming moments thunders along my senses. After a few shaky moments, I gather my composure and hurry on to prepare for the siege. And, three words echo in my mind: invade and conquer.

You're standing in the hidden observation area, carved out of the rock, overlooking the garden when I quietly approach you from behind. I'm always amazed every time I view the beauty and lushness of your garden in the midst of such isolation and hardness. The magic of the hidden aquiver feeding the gentle, fragrant beauty in the face of such harshness is an exquisite melding...just like man and woman. Once I reach you, I stand behind you and reach a hand out to touch your back. While stroking you through the silk robe, I softly say, "Thank you for allowing me this small treat...this dominance...now let's begin."

You start to turn around and I stop you. I feel your surprise. I tell you to disrobe and sit on ground facing the garden with your back to me. After a brief hesitation, you obey. I let my own robe slide from my body. I walk to where you're sitting, slowly sink to my knees and claim the position right behind you. Gradually, I place both my hands on your shoulders and lean my softness into you. The next thing you hear is my lilting whisper, "Remember how you took me from behind the other night? I intend the same for you." I feel you stiffen a little, but you don't say a word. "That's good; I haven't given you permission to speak. You're not allowed to make any sound. Let's see if I can break some of that amazing control you have. Can you withstand all I do in silence luv?"

I reach for the little tube I brought with me and squeeze just a couple of drops into my palms. Two drops are more than enough; this oil does the most amazing things when it comes into contact with warm skin. I begin to work this special little oil onto the skin of your back and shoulders as I work my way down, my thumbs caress and manipulate your spine. You don't utter a sound, but you arch your back. Ah, yes, you like it. I ease myself into a sitting position behind you, my legs surrounding you, your hard body spearing my heat. Then I instruct you to open your legs and extend them in front of you, to put your arms loosely at your sides with your palms on the ground. 

Once you do, I cross my legs over each of yours. My arms go around you, under your arms, as I lean completely into you and encircle you; my mouth kisses your neck, trails to your ear to whisper, "Now the fun begins. You're going to watch me make love to you with my hands and try not to utter a sound." I note your surprise at my audacity and I continue, "But you will. And when you lose control, I'll slide around and silence your hunger. While I'm loving you from behind, I'll whisper to you about all the dark and dirty things I'll let you do to me and the things I want to beg you to do to me...you'll enjoy that." 

My hands begin stroking your chest before my words end. I'm testing your strength and the resilience of your muscles as the magic little oil is glistening and seeping. My mouth bathes your ear and the softest of whispers tease you as my hands continue their journey over masculine nipples, which are as hard and rigid as my own digging into your back.

You're so taut with the strain of your control and glistening with the oil and faint beads of sweat, as my hands continue their quest. Soft hands gliding down your sides delivering playful pinches as my mouth nips at your shoulder and neck with hungry, teasing bites, followed by a forgiving, laving tongue. I arch into you from behind. My wet heat throbbing on your lower back and my hands slipping back around to your lower belly, smoothing the naughty heat-amplifying oil as I go. The teasing continues as I stroke your hard thighs, never quite touching your throbbing intensity. as you arch upwards, head back, eyes closed...still silent. I whisper to you to be patient, almost time, almost. 

Finally, the encircling...the softest of silken steel in my hands...oh, you are glorious. "Watch me," I command. Your eyes open and head moves to obey...as I love you with my hands. A skillful hand, well-placed thumb and questing finger are awesome allies. You're so close...but still silent. So, I ease my hands away and knead your thighs again. More whispers from me amid the heavy breathing, "No fulfillment for you luv; you're too silent. Your body tells me how much I pleasure you, but your voice denies me at every turn. Give in so we can both taste this dewy pleasure," and my soft hands return for more torture. A scraping nail along that sensitive shaft, a pinch for those desire-laden pouches...another arch of your body and hissing breath. How I wish I had a mirror. So I could watch you watching me...love you with my hands. I'd be able to see the fire in your eyes, the strain in your beautiful body and the strain in my own.

"Enough!" you roar. Before I can form a word or thought, I realize that you've spun around, pinned me to the ground and have my hands staked above my head. I'm imprisoned by the hard ground beneath me and an even harder man on top of me, positioned between my trembling thighs. I whisper a plaintive, "Evan, you promised..." and you cut me off by saying, "It's time to take back what's mine." 

This is followed by a brutally hard kiss. You pull my hands up higher, pulling me more taut and position yourself more firmly. You then release my mouth and demand, "Say it." Every part of me is throbbing, aching and all I want is you...no thoughts of games or winning even exist anymore. I give you what you want... the one word truth that I can never deny, "Yours." Before I can finish speaking that word, my mouth is lost in yours again, demanding and claiming...as you take possession of me with one powerful thrust...

Sasha



This story starts out very slowly so don’t expect any sex until the second installment. Sorry. If you’re looking for a quick wank, try another story instead.

Sasha

*****

It is amazing how decisions made in a split second affect our lives, bringing money, ruin, power, fame, and sometimes love. If you're like me, you never really reflect on the motives for your actions until something you do brings good fortune beyond thought; something like the story I am about to tell you now. 

This is the story of how I met Sasha.

At the time this story takes place, roughly five years ago, I was employed at an upscale country club near Atlanta, Georgia called Phaetheon, which was surrounded by million dollar mansions and claimed all kinds of celebrities as members. It was a gorgeous upscale course, obvious by the Über-rich residents, and I enjoyed my job, even if I was only a lowly caddie working part-time hours.

It was a humid Saturday and I'd had the whole week off. Just lying around all day watching TV had gotten too boring to stomach another day full of it. For some reason I just felt like golfing that day, and working at a golf course has its perks. Through much bribery and cajoling, I managed to convince my friends in the Pro-shop to get me good tee time that evening, about five o'clock.

I'd played the first six holes pretty well (one over par), and, before continuing with my round, stopped at a bathroom on the course to piss. It didn't take long to finish up, zip myself up, and wash up, but before I could reach for the doorknob, it suddenly opened, smashing into my kneecap.

"FUCK!" I yelled, grabbing at my leg in pain and falling to the ground. 

"Oh shit, oh shit they're right behind me what am I gonna do it wasn't my fault I was just driving goddamn Jimmy . . . " the speaker trailed off when she noticed she wasn't exactly alone.

While she had been babbling I had managed to get off the ground and take a good look at my accidental attacker.

She was about eighteen years old and incredibly beautiful, with elfin shaped facial features; her brown eyes were slightly uplifted and were a delightful contrast to a wide and sensual mouth. Her face, even if it was hidden by too much makeup, looked priceless to me.

I really don't know how long I stared. What interrupted my reverie was the sound of a petite foot being stomped and a angelic voice yelling, "Are you gonna fucking help or not?"

"All right, calm down and tell me who's after you?"

She took a deep breath. "The cops. Jimmy, he . . . he broke into some guys house and left me when the police showed up. They're looking for a girl looking just like me, and I sure as shit don't know anyone in this neighborhood." 

Here is the decision I talked about in the first paragraph. What to do? Most people would have walked right out of that bathroom, leaving the police to catch that girl and never caring or thinking twice about how they could have changed it all. 

Not me. 

Why am I so different? Why, do you ask, would I risk being an accessory to whatever horrible crime was committed by this vixen and her 'Jimmy'?

Simple. I wasn't thinking with my brain, which normally kept me out of such situations by throwing reason in my face until I had to see reality. This time, I was thinking with my rapidly swelling, purple Man-meat pole, and didn't really care what reason was screaming at me.

"Put this on," I said, taking off my monogrammed golf shirt and handing it to her, flexing my chest muscles at every opportunity.

"Why?"

"Look, you want to go to jail or not?" I stated flatly. "It's all the same to me girlie. Your choice."

We locked eyes for a minute, and she nodded when she realized I was seriously ready to walk if she didn't obey me. 

"Turn around then," she whispered, "I don't have a bra on."

I nodded and turned to face the other direction, not mentioning the fact that she was vaguely visible in the smeared vanity mirror I was now directly facing.

Satisfied that her modesty was now protected, the petite criminal pulled her shapeless Tommy Hilfiger shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor.

Holy shit! 

Her breasts weren’t big by any definition of the word, not even B cups, but their teardrop shape and small, erect nipples fit that athletic frame perfectly. And the stomach? Damn. I’m a sucker for a taut stomach, and hers, with a well-defined six-pack, took the cake.

At this point I was still involved because it seemed the right thing to do, helping out a damsel in distress and all that, but a tinge of lust began to develop in my mind, along with vivid images of me sucking and licking those little kisses this little girl called breasts.

"Okay, what now?"

She'd finished with my shirt, and I shook off my tiny daydream reluctantly.

"Give me one minute," I said as I opened up the door slightly, and, after making sure nobody was around, slipped out.

I make sure to keep an extra change of clothes in my golf bag, which is a wise thing if you are at all familiar with the fast-shifting weather conditions in Georgia. Like most people, I deplore wet clothes, especially in humid temperatures; full body mildewing is never fun. 

Quickly grabbing a shirt, belt, spare pair of golf shoes, and a few little ‘extras’, I hauled ass inside, hoping to be seen by as few people as possible. As soon as I shut the door, a barrage of questions greeted my return.

“Did anyone see you? Are they here yet? What took you so long? What you got? What do you have planned?” she shot each question out at me, with barely a pause between them.

I decided I’d better put a stop to this Columbo bullshit with a quickness. 

"Shut up and put these on," I said as I threw her a belt, my old pair of Aididas golf shoes, and a spare Ping glove. “For the love of god tuck that shirt in! You need to look like you belong out here.”

She began to open her mouth, presumably to protest, but I cut her off with a glare, saying sternly, “And another thing, wash off that damn makeup, it makes you look like a hooker.”

Plenty of grumbles, but no real complaints as we finished getting dressed. I thought she kept glancing over at my chiseled muscles, and I know I snuck a peek or two at her body, but if we met eyes, we each looked away quickly, like guilty children. As horny as she made me, her beauty made me nervous as all hell. I wondered what kind of trouble she was in, and how severe it must be to make her rely on a total stranger for help. But no matter what, I was in it for the long haul. She was just too beautiful to waste in some jail cell.

Before we left, I threw her old clothes in a space I knew was between the roof and ceiling of the bathroom, to be disposed of later. We quickly left the bathroom, jumped into my waiting golf cart, and made our way to the next hole.

We had barely made it onto the tee box before a patrol car pulled up to the curb and two uniformed officers got out. I cautioned her to keep calm, and, while the cops made their way toward us, showed her how to properly hold a club-grip, hoping she looked enough like a golfer. 

“Can I help you, officers?” I said, when they were within comfortable earshot. “Something wrong?”

They looked more like stereotypes than actual people. The first one had the build of an anemic Barney Fife, bony and deathly pale, all the while shaking with what I assume was either nervous energy or advanced Parkinson’s Disease; his partner was a great heap of guts masquerading as a man, and looked to be a real Type A bastard. You know, the type of cop that will harass you over every little detail, all the while throwing his clout in your face like he’s Eliot Ness. Suddenly a way to throw these bastards for a loop came to me. But would they be stupid enough to fall for it?

They introduced themselves as Officers Laurel and Hardinski, of the Atlanta Metropolitan Police, and explained that they were looking for a girl who was a suspect in a recent burglary.

The fat one, whom I'd secretly nicknamed Hardy, looked quickly from me to the girl on the tee, and asked, eyes crinkled suspiciously, if she was my girlfriend.

"Naw, she's work," I replied.

"Work?" he said, suspicion level increasing a few more notches. “What kind of work?”

In a bizarre act of synchronization the three of us looked up at the tee box, where the object of his questions was busy putting a golf ball on a tee while bending at the waist. Her petite, heart-shaped ass was glaring us right in the face, causing the two lawmen’s eyes to bulge uncomfortably.

I let a frown cover my face and sighed heavily. "Yeah. My boss wants me to turn her into a scratch golfer as soon as possible. I've had to spend every waking moment staring at that body in every position imaginable, with it wearing next to nothing, molding her nubile, supple figure into the proper forms . . ." I trailed off as I noticed a wistful longing in their eyes. 

You could almost feel the sexual frustration vibrating off of those two goobers as they stared at Fresh Poon that was completely out of their league. Hardy, who obviously wore the pants in the relationship, shook his head until that dreamy looked faded, and then resumed the interrogation.

"You work here?" he grumbled, obviously trying to pretend that he'd been anything but in charge.

“Yes Officer. I work at the Pro-shop as a cart caddie.”

“Full time?”

“No sir, I go to school in the morning, so I can only work nights.” 

The entire time we’d been talking, my “work” had been trying in vain to hit a ball off a tee. Her face was scrunched up in total concentration; her tongue mashed between front teeth and eyes slit with the effort. After fifteen consecutive misses, she finally hit a worm-burner that rolled up to the beginning of the fairway.

“Nice form honey,” I called up blithely, barely managing to dodge the club she threw in answer.

“Feisty little filly, isn’t she?” Laurel mumbled, the first time he’d even opened his mouth. His partner glared at him evilly, evidently thinking he was undermining his authority. 

I nodded as I slid my Taylor Made driver out of its head cover and walked up to the tee box. I teed up a fresh Slazenger ball and made a few practice swings before letting my real swing go, the over-sized club head flowing into the golf ball smoothly, hitting the sweet spot solidly with a loud metallic ‘tink!’ One of my better drives that day, it sailed out far beyond the 150 marker, almost to the end of the fairway.

"Nice drive!" said the fat cop, with his skinny partner nodding in agreement. "Couldn't have done it better myself."

Right. All four of us knew that if it came down to it I would beat them like Grandpa used to beat the family mule, even if they played from the 150 marker on every hole. But it would have been rude to say that, so I nodded politely, picked my tee up off the ground, and left the tee box, heading back to the golf cart.

“Is there anything else you need, Officer? I’d kinda like to get back to my round if you don’t mind.”

“No, I think we have what we need. You and your lady friend enjoy the evening, and don’t worry, we’ll find who we’re looking for.”

With that, they both turned on their heels and slowly walked back to their waiting car. We watched the cops get back into the squad car and slowly pull away from the curb, waiting until I felt it was safe to continue. I motioned to the golf cart and we both got in.

“So what’s your name, anyway?” I asked as I pulled away from the tees and headed towards our golf balls.

"Look, could you just let me out here?"

"Whoa there! I just put my ass on the line for you, girlie, the least you could do is tell me your name. And besides, you can't leave."

"Why the hell not?" she said darkly, squinting her eyes harshly so they glinted with a dangerous light. "You gonna stop me?"

"If I need too, yes. Those cops may come back later, and if they do, they need to find you here, too."

She realized the rationale of my arguments, but didn’t like what they added up to nonetheless. 

"You're stuck with me for a while, at least till dark. Let's try to get along, okay?" I held her gaze until she finally nodded. "Good. I'm going to ask again, what's your name?"

"Sasha. Berke.” Both sounded like they’d been ripped out of her using flaming meat hooks.

“Nice to meet you Sasha Berke, my name is Jon Coker.” I held out my hand for her to shake. When she didn’t take it, I sighed and shook my head. “Look, I’m just trying to do the right thing here. You want to hate me, fine, hate me. But since we have to be together, wouldn’t you rather at least TRY to have a good time? What do you say?” I held out my hand again.

After a moment, she nodded and took my hand. And so began the best golf game of my life.



Sasha



She originally took the invitation to train with him as a simple friendly gesture. He actually brought it up several times, while she began working out on her own, before she accepted his offer to work-out together. She desired him, yes, but did not think that the feeling was really mutual. Even if it were, she did not feel that either of them would do anything. She went to be polite, since she had little else to do. 

It was a private gym, so they were alone. Once there, he became so friendly, his flirtatiousness could not be denied. In addition, he was charming. But, surprised and unsure of what to do, she simply went through the motions of the workout. Before she had realized what was going on, he was saying that they were done for the day and he needed to be getting home. She regretted not being more forward, immediately asking if she could join him at his next session. He brightened and agreed.

She altered her clothing then, wearing tight running pants and a thin cotton shirt that clung to her breasts. Most importantly, instead of a sports bra, she wore a sexy, latex one that allowed her nipples to poke through. Rubbing against her shirt, they were readily visible the entire night. He was almost unable to take his eyes off her C-cups with their nipples jutting out like buttons. She was thrilled, and so aroused that she could feel the moisture in her crotch. 

After that she worked out with him regularly, their flirtations charging her sex life. She was so excited, physically and emotionally, to have found someone that wanted her and that she wanted in return. She knew she was on dangerous ground; that they might fall off the edge. Yet, the uncertainty of that, in and of itself, was so enthralling that she could not let it go. She wondered only when and how it would end.

****

As their workouts became more frequent, the chemistry, the sexual tension between them, grew. Every time he saw her, working out or not, his blood ran to his crotch and his hormones went into overdrive. She released in him a pure animalistic urge to take her and show her what a man he was, what a lover he could be, that was only barely contained. He wondered if it wasn't blatantly apparent. It certainly would be to anyone who looked at his crotch. The bulge she created in the front of his pants was unmistakable lusting for her.

While they had started working out wearing plenty of clothing, at least enough to have been considered decent even in public, he noticed, with a carnal thankfulness, that they were becoming more revealing. He thought of the planning that he now put into his outfits. Each day before going to work he would try on his work-out clothes, trying to find what showed more of his body than the day before. Though he could not be sure, from what he saw, she was doing the same.

They weren't wearing less, at least they hadn't at first. It had only been a change from baggy old clothes to tighter newer ones. Their clothing then became tighter still, hugging more of their bodies, showing the other more of their physiques. He loved wearing the tight sweat pants, almost painted to his body. They showed her exactly how big of a package was waiting to be unwrapped. Even more so when, after exercising, the pants slid into his ass crack. This tightened the front of them to the point that not only did his underwear line show, but each testicle was held separately. It was almost as if, just by looking, she could cup one in each hand, holding them apart from his throbbing erection, which she gazed at more and more often.

At first he had simply worn tighter sweat pants. Then one day she had seemed to absent-mindedly spill her drink on his shirt, and for lack of something more comfortable, he had simply removed it. As they exercised that night, she looked more and more often at his chest and arms, especially as they developed a glistening coat of sweat. He was thankful that his body had regained form quickly, as her passion became more evident in her eyes. He remarked how comfortable he was, being cooler and without the tugging restrictions of a shirt. She suggested that he just go without from then on, but the smile on her face told him they were becoming more daring, more openly sexual.

Their next workout, he took of his shirt before they started working out. She surprised him by doing the same, standing in only a sports bra a size or two too small, and the shortest spandex shorts he'd ever seen. They were so tight he could see the lips of her vagina through the curvature of the fabric. He was so aroused that his cock pulsed the entire work out and he could hardly exercise.

That session and for some time after, their outfits remained the same: he in sweatpants only, her in sports bra and spandex shorts. The progression now was marked in physical contact. At first it was only incidental contact while spotting: a touch of the hands, brushing arms or legs. But after their outfits became so revealing, he looked for reasons to touch her. At first he would use any excuse to hold his body against hers, usually under the pretense of having her keep her form. 

As this became more common, he noticed her breathing change. He began to touch her for no reason at all, simply caressing her arms and legs. The feeling he got contacting her bare skin was more than an electrical charge and it was tremendously stimulating. She began returning the caresses, at first simply placing her hand on his, holding it to her body longer, then, her hand moving his closer to the edge of her clothing. 

Finally, she switched to fondling him outright. As he strained against the weights, or rested afterwards, she would run her hands across his shoulders, arms, back, or chest. Not guiding his movements, but in open wantonness. He loved it. Yet neither of them had broken that unspoken barrier. As sexual as they had become, neither had touched "private" areas, and they had not kissed. 

Finally, simply for a change, he switched from sweatpants to shorts. The shorts were baggier than he wanted, though he tried to get her to look up the leg, he couldn't really consider it a turn on. At least she touched his legs more often, though he was still waiting for her hand to cross the line of the fabric, slipping underneath. Then he decided one night just before meeting her to go with sweatpants and without the underwear. 

As he slid the sweat pants on, his manhood was pulsing, blood coursing through it, enlarging it for sex. The feeling was phenomenal, the material rubbing him as he moved. He checked in the mirror. Though he trimmed his hair, a few could still be seen poking through. Yet his cock and balls were unmistakable. They were so prominent without his usual underwear, that except for the color of the pants, he was naked.

****

As she walked in to the gym, his back was to her. He smiled at her in the mirror, removing his shirt. She noticed that his ass seemed unusually shapely, fighting that urge to sink her teeth into it. Her mind was still there when he turned around. With her eyes still just below waist level, his erection was the first thing she saw. She froze in her steps toward him, staring at it. She became wet as she thought about the fact that he was practically naked, clearly showing her his manhood, undeniably stating that he wanted to be sexual with her. 

One had dropped to her chest, unintentionally sliding under the bra, toying with a nipple below. The other hand went to her crotch, its fingers mindlessly sliding across her labia, teasing her lower lips. Her eyes half-closed, clouded with her overwhelming desire. His approach went unnoticed.

His hands were on her, pulling her hands away, opening her eyes with her unfulfilled thirst. He stroked her, gliding his hands over her ass, stomach, chest and arms, seemingly covering every part of her body. Her love canal was on fire, burning her entire body. His touch was fueling that fire, and she was his. He was talking and she struggled to listen.

"... here," he was saying. "As much as I'd love to ..."

"I want to," the words came out of her mouth, she hardly knew she'd said them, but was now glad she did. Please don't reject me, she thought.

" ... we can't do anything here," he shook his head. "It may seem private, but someone could come in. Besides," he added. "I'm not sure we want to go there."

As he removed her hands, every cell of her body was crying out for him to touch her, to take over what she had started, to make her shudder with pleasure. But he did not. In desperation, she collapsed into him, pressing her barely covered breasts against his. He did not move away. Hopeful, she ground her crotch against his cock. The nylon of her shorts slid easily over his cotton pants, making it more fluid, more sensual, more like they were actually having sex. Just when he started to grind with her, he moved away. 

She simply stood there, shocked, her crotch visibly wet with her craving for him. He began working out, to her amazement. Her mind was so far into what almost happened, that she barely heard him apologize. He said something about it just not being private enough.

"Fine, she replied," her voice so thick with lust she could hardly tell it was hers. "From now on we use my place."

****

The following night, he sat on a bench in her gym, waiting for her to come in. After a rough day, he wanted this caring sensuality, as well as the physical exercise. He had already removed his shirt and was rubbing sore back muscles. As he sat bent over, he looked at his thinly covered, pulsing erection, wondering what thrilling trouble it might bring for him. Though his back was to the door, he heard her come in. Her hands immediately slid under his, massaging him. He slumped over, closing his eyes. This was wonderful. There was no longer any doubt why he was doing this. It was wonderful being with her. 

She massaged him for quite some time before even saying a word. She wasn't getting anything out of it, she was doing it just for him. He had forgotten what that felt like. Through his fog of pleasure, he heard her say she had a bone to pick with him which, he thought, was an interesting choice of words. She thought the whole thing was unfair, and had gone on long enough. She was tired of watching him work out in comfort while she went restrained. Her house, her rules, she said. 

He turned to look at her just in time. She stepped back, looking right into his eyes. Then she lifted her bra over her head, letting her large breasts drop free right in front of his face. Without bending over or obscuring his view, she stepped out of her shorts as well. It seemed to him her clothes had disappeared in the flash of an eye. Suddenly, here was this gorgeous woman, supposedly unattainable by him, standing in a room alone with him, totally nude.

His eyes went from her full breasts, to her very closely trimmed bush, down her legs, up to her beaming face, then all over again. He was overcome by her beauty, frozen in place, unable to move. There was simply too much to take in. He could feel his balls tighten with cum.

She wasn't done yet though. She moved close enough to reach his waist, putting her hands on his small love handles. The rules were for both of them, she said. No clothes in "their" gym. And with that, she pulled his pants down to his ankles. She helped him as he mindlessly stepped out of them. Then she stood up and moved a few feet away again.

He could not get over her beauty. It wasn't just her body. Something lit her up from the inside. Her vibrancy entranced him. She smiled at him, tweaking one of her nipples with thumb and forefinger. He was possessed, rushing at her.



Sasha



"Here comes Brad now," said Brad's mother as he walked in the door.

"Oh great," thought Brad, "she wants me to meet one of her bridge partners!" He darted toward the stairs, but halted when his mother called after him.

"Brad dear, come into the kitchen!"

Brad skulked into the kitchen, and then froze in his tracks. A beautiful young woman sat across from his mother, smiling brightly at him. It was his sister.

"Hi Brad!" she said, leaping from the chair and throwing her arms around him.

"Sasha! I thought you weren't coming back till next month!"

"I decided to hand in my term papers early," she replied.

They stepped back to take a good look at each other.

Sasha was every bit as beautiful as she had been four years earlier when she left for college, but that was back when Brad indifferent to a girl's charms. He had seen her so infrequently since then that, even after his hormones began to kick in, he had still failed to notice her tremendous good looks.

Likewise, Sasha had witnessed her younger brother's transformation from a skinny eighth-grader to a man in brief snapshots. Now she was looking at the final product: a muscular, 6'3" athlete whose strength had startled her when they embraced.

"So, are you gonna be living at--I mean, are you staying here for the summer?" Brad asked nervously.

Sasha just stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What?" she said, meeting his gaze.

Their mother stepped between them and put her hands on their shoulders.

"I guess your little brother has grown up a bit since you left," she said.

Brad and Sasha looked at their mother as if they had forgotten she was in the room.

"Just look at the two of you!" she beamed. "How did I ever get such gorgeous children?"

As their mother reminisced about when they were young, Brad and Sasha could not take their eyes off each other.





Sasha



Brad sat stiffly for several minutes, wondering if Sasha was planning to stay there or if she was just teasing him. But when she started rubbing her foot against his calf, he tentatively rested his hands on her stomach. She clenched them in her own and pressed them firmly to her.

"Mmmmnnn--let's cuddle," she purred, snuggling back against him.

He embraced her tightly. Their warm bodies seemed to fit perfectly together. The movie began, and for a while, it kept their attention.

But with Sasha's body pressed so close to his, Brad's attention inevitably began to wander. He started gently massaging her stomach, then put his hands on her narrow waist and caressed her sides. Sasha lifted her hands to his head and scratched him softly behind the ears.

They faced straight ahead as the movie played, not saying a word. As Brad nuzzled Sasha's soft hair, his gaze fell on her bare legs splayed out between his. She was cooing appreciatively at his affection, rubbing her head against his chin and drawing her foot slowly up and down the inside of his calf.

He started getting hard. His penis rapidly inflated inside the leg of his boxers, and he knew it would soon be lancing Sasha in the back if he didn't do something about it. Pretending he had to scratch his stomach, he pushed Sasha off his chest for a moment, then quickly reached into his boxers and oriented his cock at a slightly less conspicuous angle, up and to the side.

He told Sasha she could lean back again. When she did so, her tee shirt somehow managed to ride up considerably. When Brad placed his hands on her stomach again, he felt bare skin.

He ran his hands over her soft skin, playing his fingers over her navel and gently kneading the taut flesh below her ribs. He wondered if this qualified as cuddling; his throbbing erection suggested otherwise.

Sasha sighed with pleasure, rubbing the side of her head against his chin and arching her back. Catching Brad off-guard, she slid back in the seat until her ass was pressed firmly against his cock.

He could barely suppress a gasp. He remained still for a moment, waiting for Sasha to say something. When she didn't, he lost himself once more in massaging her stomach. As his cock pulsated against her firm buttocks, he could feel her pressing back against it, as if letting him know with subtle gyrations of her hips that his arousal was okay.

At that moment, the movie ended, jolting them back to reality.

"Well!" Sasha said, rising abruptly from the chair, "that was a good movie."

"Yeah," Brad croaked.

As Sasha knelt to eject the movie, Brad excused himself.

"I'm beat," he said, making a beeline for her door before she noticed the bulge in his boxers.

Sasha looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her forehead damp with perspiration.

"Okay," she said, "see you tomorrow."

When he returned to his room, he stripped out of his boxers and knelt on his bed. Before even touching himself, he stared at the throbbing erection his sister had caused. He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft, lubricating it with the slick bead of moisture that oozed from the tip.

The memory of Sasha's ass grinding against him was all it took. He came at once. Hot streams of semen erupted from his cock and bubbled over his hand, pooling on the sheets by his knees. A box of tissues sat within easy reach, but tidiness was the furthest thing from his mind.





Sasha



"Want to get into bed?" she said.

She stood up and extended her hand, then led him to the bed. Brad stood behind her as she leaned over to pull the covers back, and seeing her gorgeous ass arched up at him, he could not resist grabbing her hips and grinding his cock into her ass cheeks.

"Brad!" she screamed, jumping onto the bed and darting out of reach.

Brad leapt after her, grabbing her ankle and pulling her toward him.

"Aaahhh! Help!" she yelled in between fits of laughter.

The siblings wrestled in earnest on their parents' bed. Brad was much stronger than Sasha was, but she was very fast and wriggled out of his grasp several times.

The struggle intensified and the laughter stopped when Brad had Sasha pinned to the mattress. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other as he held her wrists over her head and she thrashed about.

Somehow, Brad wound up between her legs. His rock-hard cock pressed against her thighs as she writhed beneath his weight.

Still holding her hands over her head, Brad began exploring Sasha's body with his free hand, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

Sasha arched her back in response.

"Mmmmhhhhh," she moaned.

Brad kissed her neck, and then worked his way up to her face. He kissed her cheeks and chin, and finally their lips met. Sasha thrust her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. When he released her wrists so he could caress her hair, her arms remained splayed out above her head as if in surrender.

Brad and Sasha could not get enough of each other. They kissed deeply until their faces were red and their lips ached. Sasha drove her hips into Brad's cock, sliding her pussy up and down its length. When the stimulation became too much and Brad felt like he was going to come, he lifted his weight off her and knelt between her legs.

Fluid oozed from the tip of his cock, which throbbed inches from Sasha's pussy and glistened with her juices. He took a moment to drink in the vision of her naked form stretched out before him, but he could not keep his hands off her for long.

He ran his palms lightly over her breasts, barely touching her nipples. Goosebumps formed on her chest as he slid his hands over her stomach and around her narrow waist. She arched her back as he touched her, causing her shallow navel to stretch out until there was barely a depression--just a circular patch of puckered skin that Brad found incredibly sexy.

Sasha watched Brad expectantly as he explored her body. When he slid his hand down her stomach and brushed his fingers softly over her sparse tuft of neatly trimmed pubic hair, her breathing intensified. She gasped with pleasure as he drew his fingers up the insides of her legs, then back down to the deepest recess of her crotch without ever actually touching her vagina.

"Hhhnnn--you're bad," she said in a husky voice.

Brad smiled at her as he ran his hands down the insides of her legs until he reached her crotch, and then surprised her by sliding his thumb between the hot folds of her labia. Her soaking pussy yielded at once and his thumb slipped inside her.

"Nnnhh, Braaad," she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head to the side. She grasped her knees and pulled them back, spreading her legs wide for him.

Brad was utterly absorbed in the carnal beauty of her womanhood. Her pubic hair ended just above the slit of her vagina, leaving the pink folds of her vulva completely exposed. As he ran his thumb slowly up and down the slippery folds of skin, waves of pleasure pulsed through Sasha's body.

"Oh! Ooh! Don't stop--please--don't sto--" she pleaded, grasping the sheets and thrusting her hips into his hand.

"Mmnnnnn-yesss! Yessss!"

Sasha's entire body shuddered as she began to climax; her moans of ecstasy almost sounded like crying. When her climax ended, she laid still for several seconds, staring up at the ceiling with a look of utter astonishment as she caught her breath.

"Whoa," she said, looking at Brad. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

Brad just grabbed her legs and pulled her closer, sliding her ass onto his knees until her pussy was touching his cock.

"Mmmnnn--naughty boy," she purred, grabbing his cock. She ran her fingers over his glans, pressing it against her vagina.

"We're so bad," she whispered hoarsely, slowly moving her hips up and down and sliding her slippery entrance against his cock.

Both their gazes were transfixed on Brad's cock dividing the swollen folds of her pussy.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" she teased him.

Brad grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her even closer.

"Huh? Are you gonna fuck me?" she said hoarsely, punctuating her words with thrusts of her hips.

"Are you gonna fuck your big sister?" she challenged him as he ground into her.

He parted his knees and lowered her to the bed, then pushed her legs apart and lowered himself onto her.

She put her hands on his chest when he tried to kiss her and held him off.

"Are you really gonna fuck me?" she said in a barely-audible whisper, reaching between her legs and grasping his cock. She squeezed him gently, and then caressed his balls as they brushed against her pussy.

Brad had never been so turned on in his whole life.

Holding himself up with one arm, he pushed her knee back until her legs were spread wide open, then grasped his cock and ran it up and down along her soaking entrance.

"Hunnnhhhh," Sasha gasped as the tip of his cock insinuated itself between her swollen labia.

She put her hands on his ass and pulled him into her. They both watched as his cock slid halfway inside her.

"Uuhhhnnnn!" Sasha moaned.

"Mmmnnhhh, Sasha--" Brad exhaled, slowly pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside her, enveloped by her labia which seemed to be grasping at him, pulling him back inside. He paused to suppress early orgasm, and then sank his entire length into her tight pussy.

"Aaahhhnn!" Sasha gasped.

"Mmmmnnn--feels so good--," Brad moaned.

Sasha caressed his muscular chest and stomach, and occasionally brushed her fingers over his pubic hair. As she got used to his size, she pulled her knees back further and spread her legs wide, thrusting her hips into Brad and letting him penetrate her as deeply as possible as his heavy testicles slapped against her crack.

"Uhhnn--Brad! I'm gonna come--hoo yess, don't stop! I'm gonna...I'm gonna cuhhh--" she gasped, "Awww yeah! Yess!"

Her screams suddenly became muffled whimpers. She lifted her head and stared at her brother with wide-eyed urgency as orgasm consumed her. She slid her hands over her crotch to each side of Brad's cock, grasping at the slippery shaft as if afraid he would pull out.

The additional stimulation sent Brad over the edge. His body went rigid as his blissful orgasm began. His balls erupted and unleashed a torrent of semen inside his sister's pussy. Sasha could feel his cock swell inside her just as her orgasm was reaching its peak; hot liquid filled her pussy and spread its warmth throughout her abdomen.

Brad collapsed on top of her in exhaustion when it was over, gently nuzzling her neck as she caressed his hair. When his flaccid cock eventually slipped out of her vagina, he slid off her and lay at her side.

Sasha remained lying on her back, staring at the ceiling with a look of surprised delight. She tilted her head to the side and found Brad staring at her with a foolish grin.

"Are you my brother?" Sasha said in feigned confusion.

A faint smile formed on his lips as he narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly at her, his gaze wandering down her naked form.

She faced the ceiling again and closed her eyes, biting her lip as she recalled what had just happened. She slid her hands slowly over her goose pimple covered abdomen, and then pressed them firmly to her rapidly stiffening nipples.



Sasha



I hadn't seen Sasha in close to six months so I was surprised to receive a text from her asking to get together at a local bar after work one night in February. I was purposely twenty minutes late because a) she is notoriously late and b) I wanted to walk in and see her waiting for me. She did not disappoint. She looked absolutely incredible seated on a bar stool. Sasha is of Asian and Portuguese descent and just simply gorgeous, dark complexion, high cheekbones and vaguely Asian features along with long straight shiny black hair that she could shake, flip or otherwise move to melt my heart. The thing that I most loved about her was her easy, almost childlike exuberance. That night she wore a tight, long sleeved black knit dress that ended well above her knees, black patterned stockings and tight light brown suede boots that ended just above her knees. She almost always wore tight clothing. As is her norm, there was the smoldering eye makeup and the glossy lips. Again, as is her norm, she wore no jewelry. And I knew that once I got close to her, there would be the intoxicating scent that she always wore. I paused in the doorway just to admire her until she caught my eye.

At 54 years of age, I am twenty five years older than she is. Further I am married and she is not although she always seems to have a boyfriend or two who are of questionable character. While she has never specifically admitted it to me, I always suspected that she has had a few girlfriends over the years who were more than BFF's. Sasha has the ability to cultivate relationships both personal and business with virtually anyone of any age, gender, race, ethnicity or social standing. She is one of those girls that everyone who meets her is drawn to. Further she is perpetually broke, usually impossible to get a commitment from and likely the most irresponsible person I have ever met. But all this only adds to her charm.

I was working in a corporate position when I interviewed Sasha for an entry level job. At 24, she was two years out of a good college but had not had any relevant work experience, just waitressing, bartending and retail. Normally, I would not have given someone with her background a glance let alone an interview but her resume and cover letter were extremely well written and somehow extremely feminine so I asked the HR staff to bring her in. Perhaps part of my motivation was just to be an older man leering at a younger woman. She just blew me away in the interview with her carefully researched knowledge of the company, the company's business and competitors and her computer skills. And yes, she was very easy on the eye. And yes, her personality might have won me over. Over the four years that she worked for me, I found that she had an incredible work ethic, terrific attention to detail, really good figure aptitude, almost photographic memory and great organizational skills all of which were in sharp contrast to her personal life. She also became exceptionally loyal to me. Always polite, I knew that she appreciated both the initial opportunity and the mentoring that I provided. Occasionally when working late we casually flirted but I think we both realized that we had to keep the relationship on a professional level. The only flaws that I noted were the occasional emotional meltdowns related to her personal life and the constant lack of funds despite the handsome salary and bonuses that I managed to get for her. 

I eventually decided on a career change and left my position and Sasha behind. We stayed in touch via text, email and very occasional phone calls for a year. I also saw her several times at gatherings of former colleagues. At these gatherings we always were drawn to each other and flirted more than we ever did as boss and employee. I found that I missed her more and more and I suspected that she did too. We had established a bond along with a mutual respect that would never go away. 

After I had had a few drinks one night when my wife was away, I impulsively called her without texting first, a violation of protocol with Sasha's generation. Surprisingly she picked up and then surprisingly ignored my somewhat inebriated state. After some catching up, I proposed a weekend trip to Cape Cod with the provision that I would get a room with two double beds. I mumbled something about not wanting to get involved hoping that she would perhaps naively think that I wasn't looking for sex. She clearly was taken aback but after moment, said she didn't have the money. After I assured her that I would pick up the tab for everything, she somewhat unenthusiastically agreed to go in a month's time. Given her unreliability, I almost wrote off the possibility of her going as just being her usual polite self and not wanting to say no to a drunk.

I didn't hear from Sasha for two weeks so I emailed her details of where I wanted to stay expecting a sorry, but I can't go response. What I received back was a detailed list of what she wanted to do, several restaurants that she thought were promising, the beaches that she wanted to go to, and the wonderful theater and play that she wanted to attend. Again, she had meticulously researched the Cape as she had done the company when I first hired her. I immediately made reservations for both the motel and the theatre and then masturbated thinking of her. 

Sasha's text messages became more numerous as we got closer to the day we would leave. She clearly was as excited about going as I was. We agreed to drive up on Friday morning and leave Sunday afternoon. I arranged a plausible explanation for my absence with my wife. While Susan had met Sasha many times over the years and adored her as everyone else did, she did not suspect that I had a crush or worse on her. 

The weather forecast for that early September weekend was sunny with temperatures in the low 80's with a chance of thunderstorms, just a great beach weekend. I picked up Sasha at the apartment that she shared with her roommates at 10:00 and we began the three hour drive to the outer Cape. Over the years that I have known her, Sasha always dressed impeccably in business or social situations. I always suspected that most of her money went to clothing. I was somewhat surprised to see her dressed in a simple tank top, shorts, cheap flip flops with her hair tied back in a pony tail. She wore no make up that I could discern. Regardless, she looked terrific and could have passed for a college student despite being in her late twenties. Perhaps that childlike exuberance that so attracted me was even more in evidence. We had some wonderful conversations on the drive about music and sports among other things. I had had some nagging doubts about the weekend becoming a disaster with me being unable to relate to someone as young as she was but those worries quickly were dispelled. I had decided that I absolutely would not hit on Sasha. I would simply play the paternalistic role unless it was very clear that Sasha wanted something more.

We arrived at the motel and found it to be more than satisfactory. Rather than having the promised two double beds, it had two queen size beds. We both quickly unpacked and headed for the ocean side beach after a quick stop for beer. Sasha loved the wide open beach and the surf. We both alternated between reading and swimming and I tried not to stare at her incredible body barely covered in a white bikini. We stayed a few hours until hunger got the best of us. Back at the motel, I showered first and changed and waited for Sasha to do the same. She dressed in the same clothes that she had worn on the drive up which were appropriate for the casual restaurant that she had chosen. Dinner was a delight as Sasha had raw oysters for the first time. I just loved being with her as she discovered new things. After dinner we enjoyed a sunset and returned to the motel. We were both tired and spent the evening watching television and enjoying each others company each on separate beds. Bed time eventually arrived and I simply stripped down to my under wear and got under the covers. Sasha disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and returned in a long t-shirt. What followed was weird. Despite being tired, I was not able to sleep nor could Sasha. There was a definite tension in the room. After what must have been an hour, Sasha softly asked if I was sleeping. When I replied that I wasn't, she got up and crawled into my bed. She snuggled up next to me and told me how much I had meant to her over the years and how much she loved me. There was somehow nothing remotely sexual between us but the tension we both had been feeling dissipated. We quickly fell asleep tangled in each others arms. 

We both slept late and after breakfast, hit the beach again. This time Sasha wore an even smaller white thong bikini that provided minimal coverage of her small breasts. As a boss, I never could comment on how an employee looked and I had continued that practice after I was no longer her boss. Now, I just had to say wow and I may have drooled. She simply responded by giggling. We both read and swam and enjoyed the warmth of the sun as we had the prior day. In the afternoon, Sasha asked if I thought anyone would mind if she took a walk away from the other beachgoers and smoked some weed. When I replied that I thought that it would be okay, she asked me to join her. It had been a long time since I had smoked and back in the day, I remember getting easily getting out of control and generally acting stupid. These days, I pride myself in always being in control. I cautioned Sasha that I might say something inappropriate if I got stoned. She giggled and said the she hoped that I would. She then shocked me by asking if I thought that it would be safe for her to go topless once we walked far enough away from the other people. I replied that I was concerned about sunburn on her presumably white tits. Her response was to pour sunscreen in both hands and massage her boobs under the bikini top. She clearly spent more time than necessary doing so. Needless to say, several nearby people got quite a view. Once done, she pulled a pot pipe, lighter and a small bag of weed from her bag and deftly tucked all into the pocket of my swim suit.

On the outer cape, the ocean side beach runs for forty miles. There are periodic access points but you can get away from the crowds if you are willing to walk. After walking a while and gabbing as we had become accustomed to doing, Sasha somehow reached into my pocket for the pipe and weed and motioned that we should sit down. We continued to gab as she filled the pipe, lit it and drew in deeply. She took several hits and passed it to me. Being unaccustomed to smoking I repeatedly gagged but soon started feeling wonderful. We both got incredibly giggly. Eventually, she reached behind her back and untied her top and asked what I thought. My immediate reaction in my stoned state was to try to clumsily touch her small breasts with the very erect nipples. She immediately took fake offense at my gesture and raced towards the water with me in hot pursuit. We swam in the surf for a good hour with just an occasional accidental touch. Periodically someone would walk by and it became a game for Sasha to stay underwater or face away from the beach until they passed although her tiny top was in pain view on the beach. 

The sky started to darken in the west and we heard a few claps of thunder so we reluctantly dragged ourselves from the water. After grabbing the pot and her top, we started walking back towards where we had left the rest of our stuff with Sasha still topless. We walked silently now and Sasha no longer cared if someone saw her. The dark clouds soon became a wicked thunderstorm and we both starting running with Sasha's small firm boobs barely moving. We quickly packed our stuff and ran up the stairs leading to the changing rooms and parking lot after both putting on a t-shirt. After getting into dry clothing the rain suddenly stopped and we realized that neither of us had eaten since breakfast. 

There was a great barbecue joint a short drive from the beach. Given our famished state, it was a wonderful choice. Sasha is one of those people who doesn't consistently exercise but always has a big appetite but somehow maintains a small but not tiny waist line. Still a little stoned, we quickly put away a dozen raw oysters between the two of us before moving on to a main course. 

During dinner, she asked me what I intended to wear to the theater. Pants and a shirt was my brief reply. Then she asked if I would mind if she wore a dress. How could I respond other than affirmatively? I would have liked to have stayed in the bar of the restaurant for a while longer but she was insistent that we go back to the motel so that she could get ready. She very sweetly asked if I could take a quick shower first and then if I could leave for an hour or so while she got ready. Again, how could I say no?

When I went back to the motel at the specified time, I half expected Sasha to be still getting ready and in fact she was still in the bathroom. When she did come out of the bathroom, I was in awe. Very short, very tight reddish pink club type dress that really, really emphasized her ass. Low cut without really showing much cleavage of which Sasha really didn't have any. Matching high heeled sandals, nails and lipstick. And oh those eyes, she really knew how to apply eye make up. 

"You all set to go" I asked

"Ahem, how do I look?" was her response

"Hmmm, pretty hot"

"You know, I understand and respect that you're married and I love Susan and I know that you do too and all that, but I would really really like it if you hit on me a little even if it's just a complement on how I look. I slept in the same bed with you last night and I went topless on a beach and all's that I get from you is a "hmmm, pretty hot". You wouldn't have asked me up here unless you had a strong interest in me."

I guess I finally became convinced that she did in fact want me to hit on her to state the obvious. 

"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever known, both physically and mentally. And right at this moment you're beyond the sexiest woman that I ever could have imagined. You look absolutely incredible." With that, I held her hand in mine and lightly kissed he lips. We stood lightly kissing each other for a good ten minutes, both getting excited. I finally broke away.

"Wow, that was special." she said. "Ooo, you have lipstick on your lips and cheek"

"You know, I kinda like how it looks on you."

"You never told me that" she pouted. "If I had known I would have worn it every time that we were together. I've always loved trying to attract you and keeping you interested in me."

"I was always interested in you and always will be regardless as to whether you are wearing lipstick. Perhaps just a little more interested when you have a fresh coat. Anyway, let's go or we'll be late"

Sasha grabbed a damp face cloth and wiped the lipstick from my face and we were off. Once in the car, she made a big show of reapplying an especially heavy coat and making sure that I approved of it. While kissing her, I had wondered if she was wearing any underwear of any kind. Her short dress kept riding up in the passenger seat and I periodically looked over. She caught me looking and tugged it down. 

"It's not polite to stare"

"I know, but you have great legs"

"Are you trying to see my panties? If so, you will be disappointed because I'm not wearing any."

I could only smile and kiss her cheek. And that made her smile.

Sasha drew all kinds of attention at the theatre. Some older ladies clearly disapproved but mostly people stared for just a short time. And I'm sure that a few thought that perhaps I had hired her as my date. We managed to get aisle seats and I sat on the aisle to shield her from the attention. And yes, the dress did ride up but I couldn't really see anything in the darkened theatre. The play was hilarious and extremely clever. I soon forgot how she was dressed and we just laughed and giggled and talked about the play with just a little hand holding when the action slowed. 

Once the play ended and we were back in the car, I asked Sasha if she wanted to go for another walk on the beach. The thunderstorms from earlier in the day had cleared out and it was a pleasant, still, warm moonlit night. 

"I can't walk on the beach in heels"

"Hmmm, most people walk barefoot on the beach."

"Will you take my shoes off for me?"

"Oh all right" I said knowing full well why she wanted me to take them off.

So of course when we got to the beach, she sat in the car while I stood outside through the open door. And yes, her skirt rode up and I was treated to a view of the prettiest shaved pussy imaginable while I unbuckled her shoes. Even lit by just the car dome light, it seemed puffy and moist and I thought I saw a rivulet of moisture on her thigh. She in turn made sure to grind her feet into my groin. We walked hand in hand and later with arms around each other. We smoked a bit more weed, just enough to feel good without getting stupid. I was incredibly excited. Like so many guys my age, I need a little blue pill to increase my confidence which I explained to Sasha. She was fully accepting of this and pointed the way back to the car.

Once back at the motel, we both used the bathroom briefly to clean up, brush our teeth etc. I waited on one of the beds for Sasha to come out unsure as to whether to get undressed. This whole experience was something that hadn't happened to me in years. Sasha came out of the bathroom still wearing the same dress. I quickly removed it and confirmed that she wore no underwear of any kind. I just adored her at that moment. In part to wait for the magical blue pill to work, I turned Sasha face down on the bed and gave her a light massage along with little kisses starting at her neck. She was so accepting of my attention and reacted and moved to my every touch. Eventually I worked my way to her inner thighs and the reactions and movement increased exponentially. I avoided direct contact with her pussy for a long time until I just couldn't resist. Already there was a significant wet spot on the sheet. After a few light direct touches to her clit, I turned her over on her back and went down on her. After a just a few light licks, I think that she had a quick orgasm judging by the way she shuddered and was temporarily sensitive. However she allowed me to continue and I rhythmically applied my tongue to her enormous clit while inserting three fingers in her vagina. Her massive orgasm came suddenly. Her hands moved from casually tweaking her nipples to holding my head firmly against her pussy. Her breathing became very heavy and then the contractions started. At the moment, she held my head firmly and her body went completely stiff. I kept my fingers in her as she rode the climax but said very little. I looked up at her and our eyes briefly met and I knew she that was more than okay. 

Once she came down she pulled me up to her and we kissed deeply while I resumed lightly touching her. She made a special show of licking her juices from my face. We talked and hugged and kissed for an unknown period of time until she was able to regain some of her strength and noticed that I was mildly humping her.

She slowly moved down to my penis and started gently sucking me. From her purse, she found a condom which she slipped into her mouth and then put it on me. She then slowly sat on me. Sasha was so warm and so wet. I have never experienced anything like that first moment of entry even with the condom. She sat up right for a while and watched my reactions to her movements. I motioned for her to help me sit up too and that clearly seemed to hit the right spot for Sasha as she really started grinding against me. It was clear that this was for both of us. In this position, I really felt her contractions when they started. I think she tried to suppress her orgasm until mine too started. Eventually, we could no longer maintain the upright position. We collapsed back on the bed laughing and breathing heavily and just feeling that wonderful after sex glow. We both slept like babies that night but on the other bed. The first one had a four foot wet spot!




Sasha



It was well after nine when we woke. Check out was 11:00 but we could hear the staff outside. We took a leisurely shower together spending lots of attentions on each others private parts. We dressed and loaded the car. Ready to go at 10:30, Sasha went to the bathroom before we left while I waited in the car. After she got out she motioned me back into the motel room and shut the door. I then noticed the heavy coat of lipstick, this time in shimmering glossy pink. She kissed me very deeply and started playing with my dick. She then pushed me on the bed and took off my shoes and pants.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as if I had no idea

"I want to see if you really need that pill so please just enjoy" was the response

This blow job was so special. The sight of her pink lips and her hands with painted fingernails on my penis along was so sexy. Her tongue movements were exquisite. She had me on the verge of an orgasm for what seemed like ten minutes while I shook uncontrollably. I finally exploded in her mouth. She may have swallowed some of my ejaculate but much of it ended up on her face. She continued her attention to me with just the right touch long afterwards. I finally tugged her up to me and she kissed me, cum and all. She had been humping my leg and after kissing for a few seconds, I felt her stiffen. I couldn't believe that a girl could orgasm just by giving a blow job and kissing. Again, we couldn't stop laughing and giggling and kissing. I suddenly became aware that she was still humping me and I unbuttoned her shirt and starting playing with her nipples. She in turn unbuttoned her shorts and reached in with her hand. We laid there kissing with her fingering her herself. This time her orgasm was slow in coming as if she really had to work to achieve it. I finally commented on how beautiful she was and that seemed to put her over the top. This time she was very noisy, shouting my name along with lots of expletives. The bedspread was soaked as were her shorts. I think that she was a little embarrassed afterwards but clearly very satisfied.

We left the room in a hurry as it was well after 11:00. I think that we both felt for the maid who would have to clean up our (well Sasha's) mess. We went to a restaurant and both had big breakfasts that were eaten in silence. 

There was a fair amount of guilt on my part on the drive home. I had lied to my wife and really enjoyed the company of another woman. I think that Sasha sensed this. She knew me almost as well as my wife did and perhaps in some ways more. I knew Sasha even better than I had before and truly loved her in a strange somewhat paternalistic way. However, there was no way we could continue this kind of a relationship and we both knew it. We rode in silence until we passed a shopping center near her apartment. She asked me to stop. 

We talked for 15 minutes in the car about how wonderful the weekend had been, the play, the beach etc. She was profuse in her appreciation for me and that I had paid for everything. Finally, she looked at me.

"I have never had sex like that before and I probably won't ever again. Thinking about it on the ride home, what made it so great was that I love and respect you so much. I can never thank you enough for all that you have done for me over the years and I hope that you will be a part of my life forever."

I mumbled something about feeling likewise but we fell into a big hug. 

Sasha jumped out of the car quickly with her bag when we got to her apartment and with just a mouthed "love you" ran for the door.

Sasha stood and waved enthusiastically when she spotted me in the doorway of the bar. There was a glint on her finger that somehow caught my eye and then I noticed another guy, kind of short and ordinary looking, had also stood up to greet me. The glint was of course, a diamond and the guy was her fiancé. I shook the guy's calloused hand and within five minutes, knew that Sasha was in the right hands. I was thrilled to walk her down the aisle ten months later.



Sasha



I was a thirty-year old man that had just been fired from his job. I had worked for the firm for over six years and got along well with everyone and brought it a lot of business. 

Many women at the office apparently wanted me for sex but it was against company rules so all I did was flirt with them. It did not matter to me if they were young or old, fat or skinny, or whatever race or ethnic group, I flirted with them.

I was always polite and never made crude remarks or veiled offers and never touched anyone anywhere except the back of their shoulder. 

I was a tall guy with pleasant features and dressed well. The ladies realized that I loved all of them and were incensed when they learned I had been fired. I knew my boss liked me and I knew he understood I represented the company well and successfully so I had no clue as to why I had been let go.

At the end of that Friday he asked me to meet him in his office so I did. Some hoped I would beat him to a pulp but already knew there was no chance of that, one thing they liked about me was that I was pretty much unflappable. 

My boss gave me generous severance package and a glowing letter of recommendation. He said, "The reason I fired you has little to do with you. My wife has been insisting that I ask you to fuck her. I knew you would never do it while a part of the company but I did not tell her that. 

Unfortunately she figured that out and has been demanding I fire you for over a month. She has been threatening to tell everyone I suck cock if I don't. The fact that the revelation would certainly ruin our family oriented business has not discouraged her, she is fixated on you. Sorry."

"I understand; you had no choice. I'm sorry it will not work out for your wife and I should be OK for a while so don't worry about me."

"I know. You have an interview with a good company with a good reputation on Monday. I know they are looking for someone like you and they do not mind employee relationships. They also pay better."

I was not at all surprised by his revelation nor his efforts in finding me employment. I found I had nothing more to say so I shook his hand then hugged him and thanked him for his efforts in my behalf and simply walked out of his office and the only job I had ever had.

The Monday morning interview was with a woman about my Mom's age and I flirted with her a bit from the start. She said I was the best qualified so far and that if hired I would need to travel.

"With you?" I asked in all faked innocence.

She laughed then said, "I wish, I'm stuck here. You however would end up going everywhere. We have a meeting to make the decision on Thursday. I will call you Friday one way or another. I'll warn you now that if hired you would need to be in Chicago at nine Monday morning. Would you be able to do that?"

"Yes, no problem."

"Good, it has been nice visiting with you. I will call you."

I spent the week taking out former co-workers to dinner then fucking them. I took some out to lunch then fucked them. All volunteered for seconds or thirds or anytime.

On Friday the woman I had interviewed with, Ms. Riley, asked me to meet her as soon as possible. I had not gone out on interviews during the week and was happy I had not; I wanted that job.

She led me to a private conference room and closed the door. "I have a very delicate question to ask you. Would you have sex with older women?"

"You mean like your Mom?"

"She smiled and said, "No, women my age or so."

"You are in my favorite food group. Is the job that of a gigolo?"

"She again giggled and said, "No, and you would not need to service any of the ladies, you just need to show you would love to do so."

"What if we end up doing so?"

"It wouldn't hurt."

"Chicago then?"

"Yes, you need to go to personnel and sign a bunch of papers, get your expense card, plane ticket, hotel reservation then come back to see me."

I smiled as we stood and I kissed her softly on the lips. I sensed she really wanted the kiss so I embraced her and extended it. She pressed herself to my erection and I maneuvered her to the top of the table. I reached under her dress and found a wet, naked pussy; she had been hoping for this.

She opened her legs and slid my zipper down and pulled my cock out. She hissed as my cock slowly slid in and moaned at my first stroke. I made love to her for one orgasm then fucked her hard for another. We never broke the kiss until my un-spent cock was back in my pants.

"I'll be back to your office as soon as I can," I said to her before kissing her again and walking out closing the door behind me.

It took almost noon before I was processed but eventually I was back at Ms. Riley's office. She pointed at a worktable and I sat there after she did.

"This folder has the plan options you will be trying to get companies to buy into. Read them and write down any questions you may have. You have a training session in Chicago to learn the paper work under Mrs. Spiers; treat her as you treated me, she expects it," she said with a smile.

"You will be shown all kinds of things but remember it will be you the customers will be buying into so use your main assets, your friendliness and openness. 

If you don't know the answer to a question say you don't know and immediately call me. I know you will be very good at your job soon. From Chicago you will be making your first call in Seattle. You will staying there until a decision is made then will come here for three days then on the road again as Willie would say."

"Can we kiss again?"

"You have the job already."

"Oh, right," I said and kissed her softly as I slid my hand up her leg until my finger found her clit. She moaned and soon had an orgasm. I ended the kiss and slid my hand out from under her dress.

Thirty seconds later her secretary put her head through the doorway and said "Mrs. Spiers on line one."

"Put her through please."

I got up and handed her the desk phone and began to leave but she took my hand and held me there.

The secretary said, "I'm going to lunch. Do you want anything?"

"Yes, a big salad with no peppers and a sweet tea, please. Do you need anything?" she asked me.

"No thanks, I have what I want to eat."

The secretary nodded and gave us a knowing smile and closed the door behind her.

Ms. Riley took the phone and said, "Yes dear sister, what is it now?

Yes, he is as good as I said, better in fact. You may need to close your door when he is your office. Right now he is sitting me up on my desk and kissing his way to my pussy. Oh, don't wear panties."

She paused her conversation to moan her way through an orgasm

"Yes he will be there Monday morning. He just pulled his magnificent cock out and is going to fuck me again."

Ms. Riley put the phone on the desk and held on to me as I fucked her hard. I knew Mrs. Spears could hear us fuck and I thought I heard her moan in orgasm right after Ms. Riley did.

She picked up the phone and said, "He certainly knows how to treat his boss.

Yes, he will be there Monday morning.

Bye, I don't want to listen to your wants anymore."

To me she said, "You may want to get there early on Monday so you can fuck her into shutting up. By the way she is my twin sister."

"Good, I will like her."

I embraced her and gave her a long kiss. I said, If you get the urge to spend the weekend with me you have my address," and kissed her again.

I was leaving her office when the secretary returned. She apparently could smell the sex in the air and gave me a shy smile. I introduced myself to her and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She liked the kiss so I gave her another one as I gently caressed a breast then said to both ladies, "I will be studying in the conference room if anyone wants me."

Two hours later the secretary, Maria, came in and closed the door. She raised her dress and sat on the table directly in front of me, there was saliva on her pussy and I quickly added mine then as her first orgasm faded I stood and fucked her hard to another.

I kissed her until her second orgasm had faded then assisted her off the table. I kissed her again before she opened her door and she left. I was again studying when it crossed my mind that neither of us had spoken a word.

It was five and I stood to go home when Ms. Riley came in and said, "More please." Her dress was at her waist when she sat at the table but I decided to give her control so I lay down on the table dick side up. She gave a happy squeal and mounted me.

I expected a violent fuck but she made love to me instead. It took her twenty minutes to climax and remained over me for another five.

"I will be at your place before nine. I will bring dinner," she said. She got up and before leaving kissed and slurped my cock into her mouth.

She was at my patio home with an overnight bag at eight that evening and stayed until she drove me to the airport at noon on Sunday. She helped me assimilate the details of the services I was selling between fucks. I learned that she was principally a lesbian but was currently without a partner. She did confess that she and Maria had eaten each other that afternoon. She said that most people in the office were aware we had sex that day. She thought I might need to accommodate several of the women. She told me she loved the way I made love to her and the way I fucked her to Kuala Lumpur. I learned she was three years younger than Mom and fifteen years older than me. Perfect.

It knew she and Mom would get along great. I suggested to her that Mom would love joining her for lunch one day. She looked at me a bit surprised then smiled. She seemed to like the idea.

I was at the Chicago office at seven-thirty Monday morning; Mrs. Spiers arrived fifteen minutes before eight. I had fucked her to two orgasms before her secretary arrived. Before the rest of the office arrived I had fucked her secretary.

I did do an all day training session with little play but when I went to Mrs. Spiers office at the end of the day I closed the door behind me and we fucked for nearly an hour.

Her sister called and she was allowed to hear us fuck. We heard Ms. Riley have an orgasm. She heard Mrs. Spiers have two.

The next day and a half was all work and I soon found myself on the way to Seattle. The guy I needed to talk to was about ten years older than me and his company really needed my company's services but he was trying to resist making a rush move.

I suddenly stopped my sales pitch and asked him which section of the ballpark he preferred. I had noted he had a well-worn Mariners cap on his bookcase and I decided to change the subject to something that was comfortable to him. 

I said, "I am going back to my hotel then going to see a ballgame. Do you have a favorite place to eat before and after?"

After he told me I said, "Take your time making the decision, I know how important it is to your company."

He offered me two tickets to that game his company had and I asked him to join me that evening. After some hesitation he called his wife and asked permission to go and she said yes.

That told me he was not in charge.

We had a great time and became friends that night. We only talked baseball and Seattle tourist attractions. 

The next morning I called him to ask how to get to this place that had been featured on the Food Network and he told me to come to his office and he would guide me there. I was not too surprised to see that his wife would be accompanying us and I flirted with her immediately. She was older than he but not by much I thought.

The following morning I had the signed contract then took them to lunch. After a very personal kiss to the wife I patted/caressed her husband's butt, which he gladly accepted. I had a hand on each ass as we left the restaurant. A passionate tongue filled kiss to the wife and an embrace to the husband later I flew home. They invited me to stay with them on my next visit to town. I did. Most of my stay was in their bed.

At the home office in Houston Miss Riley was not surprised I had made a sale but was very happy to see how much I wanted her. After making love and fucking hard into the night she asked me, "Did you enjoy fucking my sister?"

"Yes although I am amazed by the differences between you. Her hair is red and she probably weighs ten pounds more than you. She is also definitely a submissive, so I can see how she had a husband and you never have."

"Which one of us do you prefer?"

I chuckled my way down her body and made her forget the question while I ate her pussy.

A week later Mom called me while I was on the west coast, "Are you working?"

"Only sort of. Have you and my boss met yet?"

"Yes, we had, uhm, lunch together today and she is coming over tonight. That was why I called but if you are busy we can discuss this later."

"I am having dinner with my prospective client but it is more of a date. I'll call you back later. Love you Mom. Bye"

"I'm too old to be your date."

"You're the only one talking business, I am on a date."

"You are crazy."

"Funny, Mom just said that."

I got the lady another margarita then put her hand on my thigh. Two minutes later she was gripping my erection through my trousers. Twenty minutes later we were fucking hard in my Los Angeles hotel room and again the next morning.

We signed the papers during lunch then I took her to Las Vegas for the night. We fucked, went to the show she had wanted to see, the Cirque O' show, then fucked again. The next morning we fucked before going to the airport and flying to our respective homes. Mrs. Gonzales would remain a lover for two years before she remarried.

A majority of my sales trips did not involve any fucks but enough of them did that I was very satisfied with my sex life. I took part in threesomes and small orgies. Several women fucked me on more than one occasion. Two came to Houston to fuck me again.

During my five Houston years I fucked every unmarried woman in the office that wanted me except amazingly Ms. Riley. She was now Mom's partner. I was then promoted and transferred to the Chicago office and it became my office to run.

Mrs. Spiers had resigned because her ex-husband had retired and wanted to travel around the world with her. They never re-married but did end up living together.

In the Chicago office the only two I had ever fucked were no longer there. I was now seldom on the road so I decided it would be best to leave the office women alone.

The new office manager in Chicago was a very fine looking tall black woman named Sasha that was six years older than me. Like me she had been hired by Ms. Riley in Houston but was sent to Chicago to take her sisters place.

We did not get along well at the start because she thought I was only trying to seduce her but she eventually relaxed and we became friends. She began to flirt back but I knew it was in good humor. I liked her. We had fun.

A snowstorm buried the city while we were still at work and she was one of many stranded downtown. We had dismissed everyone at noon fearing the worst but had stayed to set things up for a lengthy closing. Sasha was apparently one of many in the city without contingency plans when she learned that every downtown hotel was full. She decided to spend the night in the office. I lived three blocks away and offered her a warm place with food to wait things out. She hesitated then the electricity went out in the building. 

I took her hand and we walked nine stories down and three miserably cold blocks away. The wind was howling at over forty miles an hour and the drifting snow was creating barriers in the sidewalk. I wondered why anyone would live that far north.

My building still had power so we ate a leisurely dinner and she took a shower then I did too. She was only wearing one of my t-shirts and had settled in my kitchen with a glass of wine when the power in my building vanished. I was still in the shower. I got out, dressed in the dark and joined her in the kitchen. 

We stayed up drinking wine by candlelight for a while and we felt like we were in a romantic date until we noted it was getting noticeably cold in my home.

I took her hand and said, "We need to be in the same bed to keep ourselves warm. Don't worry, nothing bad is going to happen to you."

She did follow me and we got in a very cold bed. We scooted closer to each other but she was still shivering so I scooped her into my arms and rubbed her back and arms. We warmed up quickly but we did not separate.

My rubbing of her body to get her warm had degenerated into soft caresses. Her shirt had risen above her waist and I was now caressing her bare ass. She looked at me and I kissed her. I had intended it to be a reassuring quick kiss but she seemed to be enjoying it so I continued the kiss.

Apparently while dressing after my shower I had put on boxer shorts instead of gym shorts. My erection grew out of the boxers and touched her inner thigh. She allowed a low "Oh" to escape her lips but did not move away nor end the kiss I was soon caressing her full firm tits under her shirt; she was soon caressing my very firm cock. The kiss continued.

She sat up and took off her shirt and I slid by shirt and boxers off then we resumed our previous positions and the kiss. Slowly she slid her body over mine and very slowly my cock penetrated her pussy. The kiss ended briefly while we both moaned. I pressed down on her ass trying to get as much of my cock in her as she pressed down.

Suddenly the kiss resumed with passion and she started a fuck that quickly gained a lot of intensity until she growled and trembled in a very nice orgasm. I waited for her to catch her breath then rolled us over and fucked her hard until she growled and trembled again.

As soon as I caught my breath I rolled us back over and she began a slow fuck that featured a lot of kisses and caresses. She would at times breakout into giggles then try to reach my esophagus with her tongue. She trembled at times but with no accompanying growls, those were small orgasms.

Then we lost it. The sound of our hips slapping together could probably be heard in Milwaukee. It was my most intense fuck ever and my cock erupted before she got to her orgasm but apparently triggered it as a deafening groan escaped her enraptured body.

We endured several aftershocks then resumed the kiss. We fell asleep. Perhaps three hours later she was again fucking me even though she was apparently still asleep. She trembled and then settled back down over me.

About four hours later I needed to go pee and slid out of the bed, ran to the bathroom and peed, then ran back to the bed. I noticed it was snowing again. She was soon making the same dash I had just made. When she returned to the bed I pulled her into my arms and warmed her up.

"You promised me that nothing bad would happen to me," she said.

"Did it?"

She smiled and gave me soft kiss that lingered.

"No. There was absolutely nothing bad in what has happened to me on this bed. It's snowing. I may never be able to leave."

"That's fine," I said before I kissed her.

She gave me a gentle punch on my chest then cuddled closer. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" she asked.

I reached to the night table for my watch and held it so she could read it.

"Wow, I would already be getting off the train to get to work by now."

"How long does it take you to get here?"

"A bit under an hour, most of it sitting in the train. I stop for breakfast at the diner a block from here then walk to work."

"Well, neither of us have to worry about that for a few days. It might be a week before you can get home. Stay with me," I said.

She made no comment but cuddled up closer to me. A few minutes and kisses later I dashed to my dresser then flung sweatpants, sweatshirts and thick socks at her and I quickly put on one of each, except socks, I had fur lined slippers.




Sasha



I hurried back to bed and cuddled up with her again. "I have a camping stove and we will need to eat the stuff in the refrigerator. I think this is the perfect morning for sausage and pancakes."

"OK, lets go, on the count of three. One......."

That was as far as she got for the next ten minutes. I needed to kiss her and that kiss consumed us for the next nine minutes and fifty seconds.

One of our stomachs growled and she began to giggle. "Two three," she said rapidly and we jumped out of bed. She headed to the kitchen and I went to my storage closet and pulled out the box with the camping gear and put it on the kitchen table then ran back to my gas burning fireplace and lit it.

I helped Sasha in the kitchen and we ate by the fireplace in the living room. Breakfast was soon being interrupted by kisses. I got up and got my thickest blanket and spread it in front of the fireplace. I brought us coffee and got nude then helped Sasha become nude.

We leaned back against the loveseat as we drank our coffee. Her free hand was caressing my cock; my free hand was caressing her pussy. My vanilla hand and her chocolate skin seemed like a delicious combination. We paused for kisses often.

Soon my cock and her pussy were very ready and we put the mugs on the end tables behind us. She straddled me and sunk her pussy over my cock. We kissed.

"I am going to miss this when the emergency ends."

"Why?" I asked.

"I will need to go home."

"Did you leave the blender running?"

"You know what I mean. But don't worry. While I'm here we are going to fuck and love constantly. I never wanted to be one of your conquests even though I have always been tempted. I'm glad the storm put me in your bed. You have been my best lover ever."

She kissed me and I allowed myself to enjoy the kiss until I felt something in it a bit unusual. Before I could pin it down she began our fuck. It was as long and loving a fuck as I had ever experienced. When she had her orgasm we embraced and kissed each other then she slid down my body and began to love my cock.

My cock suddenly needed to erupt and I frantically warned her as I tried to pull away. She continued the slow blowjob until I was drained. I saw her swallow but she kept my cock in her mouth until it began to fade.

I stopped her from getting up and pulled her back up to me and reinserted my still semi-hard cock back into her pussy. I embraced her then kissed her. She was shocked and did not kiss me back at first but when I softly caressed the sides of her face she fell completely into the kiss. It was a deep, intense kiss that lasted until my cock slipped out of her pussy. She looked at me with wide eyes but said nothing.

I allowed her to stand up and she helped me up. We embraced and kissed again before we took the mugs and dishes to the kitchen. I started making more coffee as she hurried back to the living room and quickly put clothes back on. She brought me mine and I put them on except my slippers, she was wearing them.

I jumped at her to get them back but she giggled and she ran away before I could grab her so I stopped and put on the heavy socks on my feet. Of course running over a hardwood floor in socks can be hazardous so I had to give up the chase before I could catch her. I suspected I would likely never be able to catch her anyway. She had long gorgeous legs. I made a mental note to lick and kiss my way up them soon.

We sat on my loveseat and drank our coffee as we enjoyed the fireplace. The sides of our bodies were in complete contact.

"Why did you quit the symphony?" I asked her.

"How did you know I played in a symphony?"

"I was in the audience more than once. I had season tickets."

"Oh," she said in a mild surprise.

"Well, that goes back to my failed marriage. By the end of our first year he had become abusive and began to push me into walls. One day he came to rehearsal and was ranting about something and right there in the break room he pushed me to the wall. I was furious he had chosen to demean me in front of my friends and as I began to remind him of where we were he slapped me.

I lost it and hit him with the best left hook anyone had seen in years. It turned out he had a glass jaw and went down like he was already dead. The maestro had alerted the cops and he was cuffed before he regained consciousness.

That was when I felt the pain in my hand. I had several fractures on two fingers and one in my wrist. Two years and three surgeries later it became obvious I would never be able to play the violin at a professional level again. 

Soon after that my husband was released from jail. I knew he would be coming for me but I was too depressed to care. But somebody shot him dead before he got to me. 

His killer was never found although I doubt anyone was very interested in finding him. As it turned out it was my Dad who killed him. He told me that the day he died from cancer.

My Dad worked in our company in Houston before he died but there were two other guys between him and Ms. Riley. I was the secretary for the orchestra company until Ms. Riley hired me. Working for the symphony was tough on me because I wanted to be playing."

I had my arm around her by then. I kissed her cheek and forehead then got up and handed her my iPod.

"That is you with the orchestra, first chair of the second violins. That is my favorite rendition of Schubert's eighth. It is on the play list four times."

Almost as soon as she pressed play her eyes closed and I saw a tear slide down her cheek as her body shuddered. I kissed her then left her to the music.

I went to check the condition of the food in the refrigerator. The hamburger meat needed to be cooked; it had been there two days. I stirred olives, capers, sweet peppers and onions into the meat then prepared some brown rice. I added garbanzos to the rice then added it to the meat. I stir fried the concoction and soon had lunch for us.

I knew Schubert and the orchestra would have already finished by then but assumed Sasha was still lost in her thoughts so I prepared hot tea.

I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking my Earl Grey when she came in. She walked behind me and caressed my shoulders.

"You are not at all like I imagined you were. I am impressed."

She leaned over and kissed me softly.

"And you can cook too," she said and she plated and served our lunch as I poured her a cup of tea.

Lunch tasted better than I had hoped although I regretted not adding soy sauce to it. After we cleared the dishes we went back to bed and took a nap. We actually did sleep and got up refreshed.

She made us hot chocolate as I searched for my battery-powered radio then searched for good batteries.

We again sat on the love seat and drank our chocolate as we listened to a news station. The trains were still not running, getting in and out of Chicago was still impossible and that included by air, both airports were closed. There were hundreds of thousands without power. Several people had died because of the winter storm.

They were hopeful the trains would be able to run as soon as the power grid was back on line but that was problematic because the people that were needed to restore power were having a very difficult time getting to where they needed to be.

To one announcer the biggest catastrophe was that the Bears game might be postponed because the Houston team would not be able to get to the city in time. That would also be a tragedy for me since I had tickets to that game. I had already decided to take Sasha with me and when I told her she gave me an uninhibited kiss.

Sasha switched the station to our one classical music provider and I went to get us more chocolate.

We were again sipping chocolate on the loveseat when she suddenly asked, "How many women from the office have you fucked here?"

"Counting you, one."

"OK, let me rephrase that. How many women from the office have you fucked?"

"As presently constituted, counting you, one."

"Then how did you get your reputation as a Don Juan?"

"The woman whose job you now have first sent me on calls to companies run or owned by women. I made a sale ninety seven percent of the time. Many of those times those women and I had relations before and after the sale.

I also had sex with your predecessor and her twin sister, our boss in Houston, and their secretaries. All but Ms. Riley are now retired."

"Did you enjoy any of them?"

"I enjoyed all of them."

"Oh. Are you going to ask me about my lovers?"

"No."

"You don't care?"

"I don't want to know."

"Oh."

She kissed me softly and said, "There have been three men I have lived with for several months. The first was a fellow music student who may have actually loved me but could not handle the looks he got when people saw him with a black girl.

The second man in my life was my husband, he was from Croatia. We met when the orchestra was touring Europe. I already told you how that ended.

The third man in my life was a baseball player and that only lasted for the one season he played in Houston.

That was four years ago. Since then I have been exclusively with women, I am very popular with the lesbian crowd."

"As you should be."

"You don't mind if I eat pussy?"

"No. My mother and my sisters eat pussy. Mom is in fact Ms. Riley's partner."

"Interesting."

"No, they would consume you."

"Now you are tempting me."

"At your own peril."

Suddenly we had power then lost power.

"Somebody got to the area and is working on it. We should have power in hours and not days," I said.

"Good, I will be able to go home."

"Not until we say we need to go to work the next day. I say we call the phone tree and tell everyone to wait until Monday to come in."

"I guess we should call them, Frank, Missy, and Val would likely try to come in when they shouldn't. Let me get my phone."

I called my team leaders and found that one of them had just gotten home after a night in his car on the freeway.

"So you are staying here until Monday then. Please."

"Yes. Why did you add please?"

"I don't want you to break my jaw."

"How about if I break your ribs?"

I began to run away but slipped and fell on my butt. She was too close behind me and tripped over me. We were suddenly on the floor in a sixty-nine. She pushed my sweatpants down a millisecond before I pushed hers down. We were soon devouring each other's genitals with growls and hisses. She began to giggle and I was soon laughing out loud.

She turned and was soon kissing me over and over until we realized my cock was hard and trying to find her pussy as her pussy was trying hard to suck it in. What followed was the most violent, passionate, loud fuck of our lives. We were still out of breath when we sat back down on the love seat. It was several minutes before either of us spoke.

"Wow," she said.

"Wow indeed," I said.

Neither of us had enough energy even to kiss so we just cuddled up and stared at the fireplace until we fell asleep.

It took both of us a while to figure out what woke us up but we eventually noticed the power was back on. We walked to my window and noted that it was still snowing. My side of the block had power although the one across the street did not. Our offices were behind that one so we assumed that it did not have power either.

"The diner on the block behind us might have power, I will call and see if they will be open soon," I said.

"So you cook me one meal and bail, huh?"

"Rescue you, I am afraid you would not survive another one."

'It was different but definitely good eats and for an emergency on a camping stove it was terrific."

"But you would just as soon prefer one of their pulled pork dinners?"

"Yes, please."

As it turned out the diner had never lost power and were open. Sasha wore my sweat pants, sweatshirt and my heavy coat with her boots and we walked over.

We had a fine time and enjoyed the dinners and took sandwiches home with us. We held hands over and back, well held gloves.

We took long showers and she dressed in my t-shirt and I dressed in my boxers and t-shirt and we watched the news. Both sides of the Canadian-U.S. border were buried in snow from sea to shining sea. The winter storm had reached to Northern California, to Little Rock, and down to Atlanta. Houston was sunny and seventy-two degrees.

There would be no air service for another two days and the trains would not be on normal schedule until Monday. It was Thursday. The good news was that we would be able to go to the football game on Sunday in bright sunshine. Sasha squeezed my hand at that last piece of news. We were both grinning. Apparently neither of us was ready to separate even though we were both fucked out.

We watched TV as we cuddled and ate popcorn then went to bed. We kissed and cuddled but did not fuck; neither of us felt the need. The next morning I awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. I brushed my teeth and peed then joined her in the kitchen.

We absolutely enjoyed our good morning kiss and our breakfast. We fucked as she sat on the table and after her orgasm I walked us to the loveseat with my cock still deep in her pussy.

Another soft fuck later I asked her, "Did you ever think you would ever fall in love again?"

"No, It's a stunning development for me. I...."

She suddenly realized what she had just revealed and just looked at me with wide-open eyes.

I kissed her and said, "I was comfortable thinking it would never happen for me but I'm happy it has. I love you."

She began to cry and giggle and kiss me at the same time and I enjoyed every millisecond of it.

My cock was still inside her pussy but we had forgotten about them, love just poured out of us.

"Would you be OK with a Vegas wedding?" I asked.

"Only if we stay a week so we can play. We need to warn our Moms first. My sister already lives in Vegas so that is a plus, she can handle the details. Wait, did you just ask me to marry you?"

"No, I assumed we would get married in the future. It will be a long engagement, at least three weeks. Well, maybe a week and a half. We need to get your rings first, then see about reservations, tickets to shows and all that."

"I think I can manage a long engagement like that. Let's get to your computer and see what's playing."

"Ok, then call our Moms."

Neither of our Moms was surprised by the race of their children's bride or groom, apparently we had already mentioned the other to them. Several times apparently. They claimed they knew we were in love before we did.

Two weeks later we stayed in Vegas from a Friday afternoon until the Sunday morning nine days later. We saw shows and attractions and our families became close friends. Mom, my sisters, and Ms. Riley ganged up on Sasha one evening as I took her Mom and sister out to dinner. We were tempted but nothing happened between us except very fine kisses.

That was ten years ago. The difference in our ages has not shown up yet and we are still very much in love with each other. We still fuck a lot.

My sisters had been insisting we retire early and move to their town on the Texas coast. They had been teachers there since they got their degree. Sasha's Mom already lived there and her sister and her partner were there every chance they had. 

Another severe winter storm had Sasha and me seriously considering it then out of the blue Sasha was offered a job as an orchestra teacher in that town. Well, not so out of the blue, her Mom and my sisters had applied for a job for her.

Sasha apparently wanted that job but was about to reject it since I had a fine job in Chicago. I asked her to wait on her decision until I had my finances checked. I realized I could retire so we moved to a town that had never seen snow. 

It took us just a couple of weeks to realize we should have moved there long ago. No one seemed to notice Sasha and I were not of the same race. The women seemed to be enthusiastically bi-sexual and craved Sasha. I was happy to let Sasha play.

Then we met some aliens and the town moved.



Sasha and Clair



I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. "What are we going to do today?" each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for an extended weekend. They left early on Wednesday morning to spend time with Craig's parents. I went back to bed.

When I awakened, I remembered the new neighbors across the street. I'd seen the moving vans, but had not laid eyes on them. After a late breakfast, I baked chocolate chip cookies and walked across the street. A beautiful young woman answered the bell. She was perhaps 24 or 25 with creamy skin, vibrant green eyes and smartly styled short auburn hair A belted robe covered her.

"Hi, I'm Clair, your neighbor from across the street. Am I disturbing you? I brought cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood," I stammered. She took the plate.

"Hi Clair, I'm Sasha. Nice to meet you. I was out on the patio. Would you join me?"

"Of course," I said. "Thanks."

"These will go great with the lemonade I have outside. I was taking a little sun. Do you mind if I continue while we talk"

"Please, go right ahead." I seated myself under an umbrella near the pool as she went to a beach chair. When I looked back at her she had removed her robe. She stood there in her totally nude, voluptuous beauty. High full breasts, tiny waist and impossibly long, shapely legs.

"It's just us girls here. You don't object to my nudity, do you?"

"Not at all." I forced the words past my lips. She was so incredibly beautiful and perfect. My mind, my nipples and my pussy went on alert. I thought I had basically controlled these kinds of responses to women years ago. As I nibbled on a cookie, I thought back...

...Mom and Dad divorced when I was 16. She wanted to travel so Dad got me. He never remarried, but had relationships until he found a steady. Deborah seemed to be perfect for Dad. Perfect until she desided to fuck me on my 18th birthday. 

Dad was gone overnight on a business trip and asked Deborah to stay with me since this was my special day. He felt guilty for leaving me alone. She gave me a lovely negliee, my first sexy piece of intimate apparel, after Dad left. During the night she came into my room. She was naked except for the dick that protruded from the area of her pussy. She frantically pulled at my new gown until it was torn down the front. She kissed me hard, jamming her tongue in my mouth repeatedly and rubbed herself and the dick on me, all the while telling me to relax and enjoy it. She bit at my nipples as she rubbed my pussy. I tried to push her away, but fear and disgust soon turned to pleasure when she made me cum. I stopped fighting and let her have what she wanted. 

My body became her playground. She licked and sucked every inch of me. Oh, what sounds she made as she ate my pussy, as she mounted me and rode me in the night. She took my virginity with her strap-on dildo. I'm sure my dad didn't know she had a dick too. As I yelped in pain when she de-flowered me, she was triumphantly cumming on the part that was lodged in her. All night, she extracted one orgasm after another from my inexperienced body. She encouraged me with her moans of pleasure as I sucked her large breasts, as she held my head between her legs and accepted my tongue. She grunted in satisfaction as I brought my pussy down on her dick pushing it further into her. It became hard to distinguish her moans of pleasure from my own. 

I discovered the joy of female loving that memorable night. But I was so embarrassed at my actions when the morning came. I looked at my dishelved self in the mirror. I had love bites all over. The lips on my face and between my legs were swollen from much use. Dad's girlfriend had fucked me good and was probably anticipating more. I quickly showered, packed a few essentials and drove to my grandmother's house while Deborah was singing in the shower. I never stayed with Dad again until he got a new companion. I never told a soul what I had done.

I went off to college later that year. Making a success of it was my only goal. Not many dates and very few parties. I switched roommates several times because the lonely ones wanted to fuck with me. In their naked youthfulness, they tempted me but I did not surrender. Pink pussy, taut titties, smooth skin, floral fragrances, flowing hair were put from my mind. Sometimes I forced myself to listen as a roommate moaned in pleasure when the girl from across the hall slipped in and fucked her. I knew how good they felt as they did it. When I allowed myself a peek, a roommate might be lying across the bed with her hair spilling to the floor. A girl might be attached to her breast, sucking loudly. Or she might be using her mouth between her legs. Or she might be riding her. Beauty on beauty, rubbing swollen pussies, seeking release. Most times, though, I would put in my earplugs, turn over and go to sleep. I was not going there again. Straight people didn't do those things.

I met Craig in my senior year and I had proper sex. His excellent fucking pushed 'those thoughts' further back in my mind. An advertising firm hired me right out of college. We married two years later. The boys came along when I was 30. I still work for the ad firm but only part-time and from my home office...

I brought my thoughts back to the woman in front of me. Looking at this gorgeous creature sunning herself, those feelings that I keep deeply hidden are slithering back. She rubbed oil on her skin as she chatted. I don't think I heard much of what she said. When she lay back on the chaise, her large, shaved pussy came in to view. My own pussy clenched. I nervously agreed to do her back when she asked. My hands kneaded her neck, shoulders, and her back.

I was watching Clair. She was a sexy looking woman. It wouldn't take much to seduce her. Clair was lost in her own thoughts for a few minutes. I wonder where she was. "Would you be a darling and do my back and buttocks?" I asked.

Was it my imagination or did Sasha purr and undulate as my hands traveled over her pretty ass. She was turning me on. Big time. I finished her up, created an excuse and got my wet pussy the hell out of Dodge. "I have to leave now, Sasha. I may have left something cooking on the stove."

Yeah, right. The only overheated thing was her. I know Clair was turned on by me. Her hands shook as she massaged me. I know what I look like. I practically ooze sexuality. It's a fact of my life. Men and women are hot for me. I've had lots of sex in my life, but it wasn't until college that girls were added in the mix. I didn't know what I had been missing. In my second year at college, I met a beautiful couple at a student-teacher mixer. They took a sexual interest in me at first sight and I began fucking them both. He would encourage her as she fucked me. "Eat that pussy, honey. Trib her hard. My baby loves to fuck pussy." She went crazy and so did I. She would watch while he pounded his dick into my ass. The professor would never do it any other way. He preened and watched his performance in their all-mirrored bedroom. I truly blossomed sexually that year. I've since taken pleasure from many people, the beautiful, perfect men and women that I encounter, even though I am married.

My husband at 42 is 16 years my senior He fell hopelessly in love with me when I interviewed for a job at his company. I have not worked a day since I met him. But I expertly spend his money. Even at his age, Barry is an excellent lover. When he pops the little blue pill, he fucks me long and hard and deep in both orifices. I am an excellent hostess and I do look great on his arm.

Now back to Clair. Yes, those hands felt marvelous. Especially on my ass as she pulled open my cheeks to spread the oil. Clair has probably forgotten how beautiful she is since her kids were born. She is 5' 7" with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Motherhood has not hurt her figure. I'll just bet she thought primarily of her family until I came along. Now she is thinking about how my pussy looked when I spread myself out in the sun. Had she looked closer, she would have noticed it glistening with my juices. Juice brought forth by her stares.

That night I dreamt four dark-haired women were pulling at me, wanting me, touching all of me. I woke with a start before I came. Craig would be so disappointed in me if he knew I had been with a woman. Even though I'm married with children, I guess I am still am turned on by women after all these years. Watching Sasha brought it to the surface. I try so hard to suppress it, but sometimes late at night when I can't sleep, I pull out that memory of Dad's girlfriend, hair swinging, breasts bouncing, pounding into me. I silently rub my clit and let myself cum. Once I am spent, I can roll over, pretend it didn't happen and go to sleep.

The next day I decided to invite Clair for brunch. It was Thursday and my husband was already at the office. I also invited Heather, a fellow graduate student. Heather lets me kiss her above the waist only. Man, she is a kisser and her breasts are to die for. I love women's breasts. Sucking those titties takes the edge off our study sessions. She said she was saving the rest for Mr. Right. I wanted to excite Clair a bit. While they were there, I touched Heather's braless breasts inside her low-cut blouse as she sat next the Clair on the sofa or kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing to do. Wide-eyed, Clair took it all in. At the door, I gave Heather one long last kiss with some tongue and saliva action as I moaned and rubbed her tits. I gave Clair a quiet, swift smack on the lips before sending her across the street.

Sasha kissed me. She really did. But not like she kissed Heather. I saw her pink tongue enter Heather's mouth. She had her hands all over her breasts.They seem so natural together. Was Sasha fucking her? She's married like me, but she played with that woman's titties and kissed her like a lover. Somehow, I was a little jealous.

By Friday, I knew I had to make a move on Clair while our husbands were away. Mine was in an all day golfing tournament in a neighboring city. It was already mid-morning. I was horny for pussy and wanted to make another conquest. I had to get in Clair's panties. "Clair, come over. I have something I want to show you. You'll love it, I promise. Ten minutes, ok?"

I showered and slipped on a mint green, see-through-lace tank bra and panty. The panties were cut so that they didn't cover my ass completely. The front hugged and accentuated my large pussy lips. The tank bra pushed up my globes invitingly. I was sexy if I do say so myself. Clair rang on time. I quickly pulled her in. When I closed the door, I greeted her with a quick smack on the lips-kind of like before. When she opened her mouth to gasp, I forced my tongue inside. She put up a token effort to push me away, but finally acquiesced as I knew she would. I knew from day one that I would fuck her. Married women are my best conquests. They are so needy for something different and exciting. I am that.

"Let's go upstairs, baby. I want to fuck you now! I know you want it."

"Sasha, please. I don't know if I...Is this outfit what you wanted to show me? Green is your color. You look so hot in it. I can see your pussy...it's so pretty."

"Thanks," I said while turning to model. "I'll let you peel it off me. You want to touch me, don't you? You want to touch my pussy. I saw you looking at it. At me. Come on up, Clair. You can do whatever you want with me."

I had her. I was offering her everything she wanted. Her clothes fell away quickly. Before long, she was slowly removing my green items. Her breath was ragged as she touched my flesh. Then I was naked, lying on top of Clair. My large clit was pushing into her. My tongue invaded her sweet mouth again. Our breasts pressed tightly together. I heard the sound of surrender in her throat as I began to slowly ride her.

This beautiful woman, Sasha, was pressing against me. Her mound was screwing on mine. Pressing me into her mattress. She felt so damn good. I thought I would go crazy as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. Such exquisite pleasure from a woman was finally mine again. Her hot body and her naughty words encouraged my release. Her fragrant skin was soft and smooth as I roamed my hands over her. I humped my pussy upward as I came endlessly. She joined me.

We were still very excited from our initial sexing. Sasha pulled away and began sucking my breasts very hard as she rubbed my clit. Soon she moved between my thighs, spread me wide and began eating on my pussy. She pumped three fingers into me as she pulled on my clit with her lips. My labia, my entire pussy disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I thrashed in sublime pleasure as her long tongue made its way deep inside my vagina. My juices flowed freely. I lost all count of my orgasms. I was 18 again.

My, my what a passionate woman this Clair is. She seemed to have had a lot of pent-up passion for a woman and she released it with me. Before she ate me, Clair whispered that she's needed pussy for so long. I don't think she's aware that she spoke. She sucked hard and long on my clit bringing me over and over the top. Her tongue pumped in me with such rapidity as these hungry sounds escaped from her throat. She was devouring me, becoming as aggressive as me. It was wonderful. Perhaps I can get a story from her. Wherever she got some, it must be memorable.

During our time together, Clair asked to "ride" me as I did her. My engorged clit stood at attention for her. She was trembling as she climbed aboard and fitted her swollen pussy to me. Her lovely face, eyes closed, was concentrated in lust as our swollen pussies humped toward orgasm. Her red lips were parted, thick from my kisses. Perspiration dripped from her long neck down between her breasts. Beads of it caught on the thin gold heart that dangled from its chain. Her nipples were rock hard when I reached up for her breasts. Her ass was soft and sleek as I guided her screwing. I was ground into my mattress. Our pelvic bones grated on each other. Our sore,swollen lips became one sealed by our juices. Our clits lengthened to capacity. Pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain. I thought I fucked hard, but Clair fucked harder. Her pussy slipped into my opening. Mine slipped into hers. She held off cumming for as long as she could. Her body would leave mine for precious seconds holding back, but it could barely stand the absence. Contact. Sweet contact again. When she finally let us cum, frantically moaning and moving up and down on my pussy, it was hard and sustained. After long minutes, she collapsed on me. Tears flowed as she thanked me and kissed me passionately.

Sasha and I spent the afternoon having sex. I surrendered my mind and my body to her. Hunger overcame me. I kissed and sucked every delicious inch of her-breasts, pussy, ass, the soles of her feet-everywhere. I memorized her with my hands and tongue. Now I know she did purr as I put my fingers in her pussy one by one.

Sasha left me for a short time and came back with a bag she said she kept hidden in the attic. With her back to me, she stepped into a harness. She turned and came toward me with a red 8-inch dick. This was just too good! What pleasure I had with her slicing that thing into me from behind as we watched ourselves in the mirror. When she aimed the phallus at my butthole and paused, I gave her permission to enter. My dad's girlfriend had been in there and it felt really good. Sasha rubbed my dripping pussy and transferred the juice to my hole. Ever so slowly, she pressed forward. Slowly, so that I could savor the thick fullness. So that I could watch. There was no real pain even after all these years, but there was so much pleasure. She pushed all the way to the hilt and locked herself into me. She began sliding the dick in and out of my anus. Powerful strokes. Playful, erotic slaps on my cheeks heightened my pleasure. I came when I saw her dip at the knees, then come back up and push hard into me. The feel of that thing was incredible. It was part of the beautiful Sasha who was extraordinary.

We were marvelous together. Sasha pressed me against the shower wall, kissing me hungrily as the water beat down on us. I couldn't make up for almost 20 years of lost pussy in one day, but I made a nice dent. I was no longer in denial. I liked fucking women, but I would still keep it a secret from my husband. As we kissed at her front door, Sasha told me that I was an excellent lover. I happily made my way across the street exhausted from delicious sex with a beautiful young woman. It was one of the best days of my life.



Sasha & Karen: Night 1



For those of you used to my other stuff, this is pretty much straight up porn. So no whining. This story came out of my second piece of work - “The Tease”.

I want to thank Colleen Thomas for all her insights and advice for improving this story.

And don’t forget to vote! Comments are appreciated, but voting is important.

The door to the apartment opened. The first woman in was petite and thin. Her hair was jet black, and a medium length wavy. The clothes she wore capitalized on her exotic beauty. The woman’s skin was Mediterranean in colour and texture. Her tits were firm and not contained by a bra. The nipples were visibly poking at the thin green material of her shirt. Her black spandex pants were painted on well molded legs. Leather sandals displayed toes with darkly painted nails.

Turning to someone outside the door, the first woman reached out and pulled a second on into the place. This woman was almost the opposite of the person holding her hand. She was at least fifteen years older than the first. A good six inches taller, the second woman was blonde and wide across the shoulders and hips. She was large busted with a full ass. Her legs were of a piece with the rest of her, ample and shapely. She wore a cream coloured blouse with navy blue skirt. There were black stockings on her legs and expensive pumps on her feet. The skin on the blond’s face was streaked with recent tears and her blue eyes were mildly bloodshot. The woman had been crying recently.

“Well, what do you think Karen?” asked the small dark girl.

“It reminds me of where I lived when I was your age, Sasha.” came the reply.

The apartment was a small, neatly kept bachelor. The main piece of furniture was a large futon spread out in the living room. A four drawered dresser was against the wall next to it. On the opposite wall were two set of shelves. One set held some plants and a few books, the other had a small television, a sound system and CDs. Several posters were taped on the wall. The two women were standing in a short hall that had a tiny kitchen on one side and equally small bathroom on the other.

“Come on in and sit down,” Sasha invited. “I’ll get some thing to drink. You need it.”

Sasha moved into the kitchen thinking about the circumstances that led to this situation. Sasha worked in a strip club. Odd for a woman of her sexuality, but the money was good. And she didn’t need to worry about getting involved with a customer, most of the time.

Karen had come in, with a boyfriend of all things, several weeks before. Since she was working on a customer Sasha had not seen the fulsome blonde enter the club. So one of the other dancers had latched on to Karen first.

“Bad luck for her,” thought Sasha, “but good for me. That woman was the deadliest tease on the planet.” Man or woman, her fellow peeler could pour lust into them. “Poor Karen never stood a chance.”

The fatal redhead quickly got to do private dances for Karen. By the end of them Angel had her lush prey hooked.

Karen had started coming in alone, always getting her object of desire to perform for her. And like many beginners, she mistook professional skill for actual interest. Karen tried to get her fantasy figure as a lover.

The copper haired woman could have cared less. Her interest was power. And Angel was bored with the idea of love. So she had handed Karen off to Sasha. The black haired flirt had no objections whatsoever.

Sasha had been watching this drama with amusement and lust. Amusement because this was the first time she had seen this kind of passion play with players of this gender. Lust because she thought Karen was a delicious woman. “So much fine flesh to be played with”.

Sasha had moved in on Karen like a predator on a wounded calf. Karen was weeping when Sasha found her. It had been so simple to get the opulent woman to leave the club and come home. “She thinks for comfort,” went through Sasha’s head. “And I’m going to comfort her until she can’t walk straight.”

Karen went into the main room and flopped down on the futon. Her slumped shoulders told of how miserable she felt. Her mind wandered over recent events.

Karen felt she was getting old. The last couple of years she had been feeling more and more tired.

She had gone into finance after leaving university. It was interesting work, or had been. It kept her on the road a lot of the time, so her personal life suffered. She rarely met any single men, except where she worked. That, she found, was a bad idea. Inevitably work rivalry poisoned those relationships.

Her sex life as a result consisted mostly of infrequent one night stands. To say the least, this was less than satisfying.

And it had all begun to pall. She was tired of her work. She was tired of being alone. And Karen found she was even getting tired of men.

Her latest attempt at a relationship had been halfhearted. Sure, Tom was a nice guy, but he didn’t turn her on. She became bored almost immediately. That’s when Karen suggested going to a strip club. Anything to light a little fire.

“I got what I asked for,” Karen thought.

Once in the club, she had almost had second thoughts. She hadn’t expected how the ambiance of the place would affect her. It was so decadent. Karen found herself sitting agog, staring at everything. And to her surprise, staring at the women; barely dressed, all beautiful, and comfortable in a way Karen wasn’t. She found them fascinating, and attractive.

“Then that woman came over. Damn, she was gorgeous. She knew it too.”

Karen had tried to ignore the hot redhead, but the stripper made it impossible. When the sexy girl touched Karen’s arm, her heart fluttered. She had no choice but to accept the offer of a ‘special show’.

And that show was very special indeed. Karen was taken on a ride through Wonderland. Ten dances she had gotten. When it was over Karen had dragged Tom out of the private room and into the woman’s washroom. She had torn off her panties as soon as she got in the door. Locking themselves in a toilet, Karen had almost ripped Tom’s prick out of his pants, turned around and impaled herself on it. She had never been so horny in her life.

When they were done, they headed outside. They encountered Angel again and the sight of the tease and the kiss she blew sent Karen spiraling away again. They got to Tom’s car and spent the next hour screwing madly.

But all Karen could think of the whole time was the dancer.

It was all she could think about for days. Karen tried to fight it off, but the memory of the sight and feel of Angel kept coming back to her. Not being able to stand it any more, Karen returned to the club and got the fix she needed. She came back more and more often, reveling in the passion her redheaded fantasy could arouse.

Karen tried to meet Angel outside of work. Angel was having none of that. Karen finally realized that Angel only regarded her as easy pickings. When Angel walked away for the last time, Karen had cried, both for the loss she felt and the foolishness of her behaviour.

She was still at her table when Sasha had sat down next to her. A few quick words of comfort and Karen had found herself weeping on the dark woman’s shoulder. Once Karen stopped, Sasha said they should go somewhere private. They had gone to the VIP room, but Karen wasn’t interested. Neither, as it turned out, was Sasha. She just put her arms around Karen and hugged her tight, whispering solace into her ear. Karen hugged her back, glad that someone cared.

When Sasha suggested going to her place, Karen accepted, wanting more privacy and consolation. As Karen left the bar she encountered Angel and ignored her. “Bitch!” was her only thought. Karen waited outside in her car for Sasha and the pair of them headed to Sasha’s apartment.

Karen could now hear doors opening and closing in the kitchen. The sound of a knife working on a cutting board came next. Finally, Sasha emerged with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses in one hand. The other hand had a dish with a salt shaker on it, surrounded by lime slices.

“This should help,” declared Sasha. “Nothing rips away heartbreak like tequila. When done right.”

“I’ve never had tequila.” replied Karen. “In fact, I don’t drink much. Maybe I shouldn’t.”

“Maybe. And maybe you can spend the rest of the night feeling badly about that woman whose been playing with you. A couple of drinks will put her behind you,” Sahsa told Karen.

To herself she thought, “And those drinks should get me on top of you. Won’t that be nice?”

Karen took a shot glass from Sasha. “I guess I will then.”

Sasha sat down on the futon and placed the dish between them. “We have to do this right. I’ll show you.”

Sasha ran her tongue over the fold made by the thumb and forefinger of her left hand. She imagined that it was the slit between Karen’s legs. The thought made her own pussy tingle.

She poured a shot of tequila then sprinkled salt over the wet spot on her thumb. Licking the crystals into her mouth, Sasha tossed the drink back and slammed a lime wedge after it. Her shoulders shuddered at the melange of tastes.

“Damn, that’s good!” exclaimed Sasha. “Your turn, Karen.”

The older woman imitated Sasha’s actions. She coughed and sputtered a little when finished.

Sasha laughed. “That’s pretty much what happened my first time. You had better get another one down to wet your throat.”

Karen got the second shot down with a lot less trouble.

“That’s it Karen. You learn fast. You better have another to keep the first two company.”

The blond woman hammered back her third drink like a pro. Karen blinked her eyes and shook her head as the alcohol seeped into her mind.

“How are you feeling now, Karen?” asked Sasha.

Karen’s face clouded with unhappiness and she started to cry. “Damn her. Damn that woman! She teases and teases and teases and never gives a thing. I was just someone to be played with. God, I hate her!”

Sasha thought, “With any luck, I’ll be playing with you soon.” She moved the plate aside and wrapped her arms around Karen, giving her a warm hug. Sasha’s cunt started to throb a little at the touch.

“Easy,” Sasha told herself. “If I rush, I’ll just scare her off. Be gentle, for now.”

Karen held on to Sasha tightly and wept hard. Sasha stroked Karen’s hair and back. “There, there,” she said. “I know what a cunt she is. She plays with everyone as much as she can. The silly woman likes the power. You just happened to be an easy mark. You’ll get over it. There’s no reason for you to feel like a victim.”

Sahsa comforted Karen for another ten minutes. The blond stopped crying at Sasha’s words of solace and support. Sniffling a little she drew back and announced, “You’re right Sasha. That woman’s not going to get to me. I’m better than that. Better than she deserves.”

“But I sure deserve you,” thought Sasha. She moved the tray of lime slices back between them. “Let’s drink to that!” she announced.

Refilling their glasses, they raised them to one another.

“To us,” said Sasha.

“The survivors,” was Karen’s riposte. And they tossed back their drinks.

“You’re going to love surviving what I’ve got in mind,” was Sahsa’s thought as they sucked down lime juice.

Karen squeezed her eyes shut for a second. When she opened them again they seemed a bit out of focus. “Woo,” she said. “I’m getting a bit buzzed. This tequila is damned fine stuff.”

“I’ve always liked it,” replied Sasha. Her inner voice said, “I’ve been thinking of having labels with ‘Panty Remover’ printed on them for my bottles. It delivers the goods every time.”

Sasha topped up their shots, and the two of them toasted one another again.

As Karen finished her last drink, she put the glass down and then wilted to the futon. “Damn,” was her comment. “I am feeling no pain.” She giggled. “I’m not going to complain. That’s better than what I was feeling an hour ago.”

“Here we go,” thought Sasha. “Can you feel this?” and she wiggled one of Karen’s toes.

Karen snickered again. “Yes, I can.”

Sasha moved to the same toe on the other foot. “How about this?”

“That one too.”

Sasha removed the pump on the foot she was holding. She stroked the sole revealed. “And this?” she asked.

“Umm,” came the reply and Karen giggled once more. “It tickles though.”

Sasha removed the other shoe and repeated the gentle fondling. “This one? It tickles too?”

Karen snorted her laughter.

“You seem to be feeling fine here,” noted Sasha. Moving her hands up, she began to pet Karen’s smooth, stockinged calves. “Can you feel what I’m doing here?”

The blond woman’s breath hitched a little and her hips twitched almost imperceptibly at the gentle touch. “Uh, yes,” Karen said.

“So what do you feel, sweetie?” Sahsa continued the light caresses.

“Good. Relaxed.”

“Well, you feel pretty good,” replied Sasha. Inside she thought, “She’ll take that one way, and I mean it the other.” Sasha could feel her own body getting warm at the feel of Karen. Her mind leapt ahead to what she wanted to happen.

Sasha worked gently on the other woman’s lower legs. She went no higher than the knees. Karen closed her eyes and soaked in the relaxing sensations.

“I’ve gotta do both sides, so roll over please?” asked Sasha. The lush woman did so without hesitation.

Sahsa continued the light rubbing of her unwitting partner’s firm legs. She could tell that the sensations were getting through to Karen by the occasional flexing of the woman’s luscious ass cheeks.

Deciding to get a little bolder, Sasha moved past the knees and started to work on the soft, full thighs. There was little reaction until she reached between the legs and massaged the inside of the legs. Karen took in a deep breath at the erotic strokes.

“Does that feel good, Karen?” Sasha decided to focus the older woman’s mind on what was being done to her. Concentration would increase the effect.

“Oh, yes. So nice,” came the reply. Karen seemed oblivious to the real purpose of the massage. But Sasha could tell by the more frequent twitches of the ballooning cheeks that the blond’s body was getting the idea.

Sasha left off the thighs and sat on Karen’s back. She reached up and started to work on Karen’s shoulders. “Hmm. The muscles here are really tight, gorgeous. I can’t work on them with your blouse in the way. Would you mind taking it off?”

“I don’t…” started the reluctant reply.

“There’s no reason why not, Karen. You’re still thinking about that woman aren’t you? Are you afraid I’m going to tease? I’m just helping you relax. No teasing involved.”

“Of course not,” is what Sasha didn’t say out loud. “Teasing means no delivery. And I intend to deliver.”

Karen moved her hands under her body and undid the buttons on her blouse while Sasha pulled it out of the woman’s skirt. Once all the buttons were released, Sasha drew the garment free of Karen’s arms revealing the smooth flesh of the succulent woman’s back.

Sasha could feel her nipples harden and her cunt leaking at the sight. “Careful, careful,” she told herself. “Not yet. She needs a bit more encouragement.” But she got ready for the final move by removing her own shirt.

Returning to the shoulders, Sasha lightly dug into the skin, sending tantalizing messages to Karen’s brain. She softly poked and prodded down until the strap of the bra was reached. Sasha realized it with a quick motion.

“What?” came from Karen.

“I can’t get at all the muscles with that thing in the way,” explained Sahsa. Nonchalantly, she continued the massage. Under her dripping pussy, she could feel Karen squirming at the effect the young woman was having on her.

When Sasha reached Karen’s waist, she moved her hands to Karen’s sides and changed their motions from massaging to fondling. Cupping her hands she stroked the sensitive skin. Gently, provocatively, the dark flirt moved up the opulent blond’s flanks. As she reached the material of the bra, Sasha went under the cups and petted the tit flesh that was pressed out from the big blond’s body. The surfaces were warm and slick with sweat.

Karen let out a small moan at the touch. “What…ooh…what are you doing?”

“What does it feel like?” asked Sasha. “I’m playing with your sexy tits. Isn’t this what you wanted from that tease?”

She lay down on Karen’s back so her new lover could feel Sasha’s firm breasts. The smaller woman took Karen’s nipples and rolled them between thumb and forefinger. She breathed on her partner’s ear and tickled it with her tongue.

Under her, Karen shuddered at the carnality of Sasha’s touch. “I… I…” came trembling from her mouth.

“No need to be shy Karen. You were ready to give it up for that bitch. I want it. So do you.” Sasha gave the now hard nipples a pinch.

Karen gave a panting cry in response. “Yes,” she gritted through her teeth. “I did want it. Ooh. I still do. Take my offer. Take me!”

Sasha grinned and cupped Karen’s breasts in her hands. They were far too big for such a small set of digits so she squeezed dead centre, feeling the rigid points tipping them scrape against her palms. Sasha licked up Karen’s shoulder, neck and cheek until she came to her sexy beau’s lips. She placed her own on them.

Pushing her tongue, Sasha found a little resistance. “Virgins, I love ‘em,” she thought. She caught Karen’s sweaty nubs between her thumbs and first two fingers. She rubbed them with motion fast enough to start a fire. It didn’t begin one, but it fed one. Karen opened her mouth in a gasp and Sasha ran her tongue into it. Karen revealed her excitement by sucking on it. Sasha could feel Karen’s skin grow hot and damp as her blond paramour’s heat rose.

Sasha pulled her lips from Karen. “Damn, you taste sweet and kiss so good. I could do this all night.”

“Mmm,” was the reply, “so could I.”

“There’s lots more to do than kiss,” and Sasha rose to her knees. Keeping her left hand playing with Karen’s luxuriant tit, she reached back and pulled the blue skirt up, revealing the full cheeks of her quarry’s ass.

Under her dress Karen was wearing a black garter belt to hold up the dark stockings she was wearing. The panties were also black, of a translucent fabric barely hiding the blond’s fair skin. They were tied at the sides over the garters.

Keeping her left hand working, Sasha petted her way across the right buttock until she reached the knot on that side. With a deft motion, she untied it. Mirroring the action leftward, Sasha loosened the other knot. She grabbed the back half of the delicate garb and pulled it gently away. The material ran lightly over the wet lips of Karen’s cunt, sending tendrils of passionate hunger rippling through the blond’s body.

Sasha threw the moist piece of attire away and placed her fingers between the brimming bottom of her bed mate. She gently stroked the small ring of muscle there.

Karen groaned in response. “Sexy,” came whispering from her lips.

Moving her hand downward, Sasha fondled further. Karen’s hips rose from the futon as satiny fingers ran over the sensitive skin between asshole and vagina. As Sasha reached the golden haired woman’s dripping cunt, she fondled the puffy lips and hard clit she found there.

With deep sobs, Karen let her swarthy lover know how much this play affected her.

Stiffening her centre finger, Sasha pushed it into Karen. The little woman felt her partner’s body convulse at the maddening penetration. Pumping the finger in and out at a leisurely pace, Sasha pushed Karen towards the edge.

“Jesus!” exclaimed Karen. “So good, so good. Work me. Push that finger in me.” She groaned and shivered as a strong wave of heat ran through her. “I love it! Don’t stop.”

Sasha showed she had no intention of stopping by adding another finger and increasing the speed of her scouring. She could feel the muscles of Karen’s cunt palpitating under the relentless motion.




Sasha & Karen: Night 1



Karen bawled out her joy. “Getting close. So close. Almost. Almost. God!”

Sasha abruptly removed her fingers from the saturated orifice. She moved them to her mouth and noisily sucked the sweet dampness that was coated there.

“Oh no!” cried Karen. “No more playing. I want to come. Get me off. Don’t leave me like this.” The blond woman’s back was now slick with sweat, her shoulders heaving with the rapid breaths she was taking.

Sasha grabbed Karen by the shoulder and rolled her extravagant consort on her back. “Arms straight gorgeous,” she instructed. When Karen did so, Sahsa grabbed the bra and pulled it free. She drew in a deep sigh at the beauty revealed.

In spite of age and gravity, Karen’s plush mounds stood high on her chest. The stiff nipples and puckered aureola seemed too small in comparison. The globes bobbed ever so slightly with Karen’s breathing.

“Play with them,” Sasha ordered. “They could use some more attention.” Karen quickly complied. She twisted the sensitive peaks between thumb and forefinger. She pressed and rolled her hefty spheres as her fervor mounted.

Sasha fiddled with her own breasts as she watched her lovely catch play. Her body shivered as she imagined how Karen’s tits would feel. Unable to deny herself any longer, Sasha leaned down, moved a hand out of the way and started to suckle at a ripe breast.

Karen threw her head back and squealed in furious response. She grabbed her tormentor’s dark hair and pulled Sasha tightly to her. “Jesus Christ! That’s so good! Suck on me. I love it. Feels wonderful. Oh!”

Sasha chewed the delicate nipple with her teeth, stamping light pain and exquisite pleasure into Karen’s mind. Her hand pulled on the other peak, hauling the full breast as far as it would go. The blond whined and gasped in heated reaction.

Sasha removed her mouth and replaced Karen’s hand. “Keep it up, you horny slut. Don’t be gentle.” Karen immediately did as she was told. The flesh stood up between the burning female’s clasping fingers. She mouthed inarticulate cries to her lust.

Licking down her sumptuous lover’s stomach, Sasha reached behind and undid Karen’s skirt. It came free and all of the elegant older woman’s skin was revealed. Sasha petted and fondled all that she could reach. Her tongue could feel the intense heat Karen was feeling and the salt of her sweat was ambrosial.

Without lifting her head, Sasha removed her own pants and sandals. She licked back up Karen’s full body until she reached the sweet goal she wanted. Sasha wrapped her arms and legs around the softness of Karen and kissed her as if she wanted to suck down her lover’s breath. She moved her hips up and down, painting Karen’s skin with hot juices.

Karen grabbed Sasha’s ass and pulled her tight. Running her tongue into her dark flame’s mouth, Karen moaned; the sound vibrating on Sasha’s nipples, passing her heat over to the excited woman lying on her. Almost instinctively, the big blonde ran a finger in the warm liquids streaming from Sasha, then she stroked and prodded at the tight ring of muscle between the firm behind.

Sasha broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. Pumping her hips with the stroking digit, she rotated her upper body, causing the couple’s nipples to play with one another. “Christ almighty. That’s nice, you lovely bitch. You know just how to please me.” Sasha let out a long hiss as passion bounced through her.

“Enough,” Sasha declared. “You first. I want you to come first.” Sasha moved to Karen’s left and kneeled on the futon, breaking the contact between them. “Play with your tits again. Same orders as last time.”

Karen clutched her extravagant mounds hard, sinking her fingers into the firm flesh. Her eyes rolled back and she released a faltering moan at the sharp sensations. Karen’s legs drew wide, knowing Sahsa’s next destination.

The tiny woman washed her tongue down Karen’s tender surface leaving cool on top and hot within. On reaching the moist folds she sought, Sasha paused a moment, watching her lover’s sweet lips quiver. But only a moment. Sahsa placed her fingers on Karen’s cunt, spread it wide and laved the stiff clit.

Karen shrieked aloud as she came. “Sasha, ooh!” she yelled. “Coming! Christ!” The ample blond’s body shook and trembled as her climax roared through her. She tossed her head without control as the spasms of her orgasm sent random currents through her nervous system. Hot liquid ran from her to be lapped up by the tireless tongue driving Karen insane.

As the orgasm started to ebb, Sasha drove a finger into Karen’s pussy, pushing another explosion past Karen’s defenses. The fulsome woman froze as the climax overwhelmed her. Nothing in her body seemed to work except the muscles pulsing around her invader and the lungs forcing a high keening past Karen’s lips. Electroshock would have had less effect.

The shattering climax stopped without warning. Karen seemed to deflate. She lay whimpering as echoes of delight twinged in her.

Sasha moved herself along side Karen and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek. Her right hand reached for a slick breast and lightly stroked it’s rigid peak. “Beautiful, you come so good. Never met a woman who got so lost in it. I loved it!”

Karen gathered enough strength to roll and face her black haired bed mate. She wrapped her arms around Sasha and gave her a gentle kiss. “I’ve never come that hard before. God, it was good. All that anticipation set me up. You gave me just what I needed then. Mmmm. I still feel it.”

“Well sweetness, I haven’t come yet. I think it’s time for you to pay me back for such a good time.” Sasha pushed the opulent woman on her back. She watched Karen’s tits jiggle for a second. Then she placed her legs around the gold maned head.

“Well? Get to work,” she ordered.

“But I’ve never…” started Karen.

Sasha placed her right hand behind Karen’s head and pinched the hard nipple of her quarry’s left breast with the other hand. When the luscious blond’s mouth opened in reaction, Sasha pulled it against her dripping cunt.

“You have now,” declared Sasha. She circled her hips, spreading her wetness around Karen’s face. “Get that tongue to work. Up a little. Yes. There. Now, over my lips. That’s it. Oh, honey. You eat pussy real good for a virgin. Back to my clit. Fast now, fast!”

Sasha felt Karen’s hands on her ass, pulling for a more intimate contact. The horny slut was really getting into it now. Sasha no longer needed to give direction, nor could she as her body rose to it’s peak.

“Now!” roared Sasha. Her body let go with a massive climax. She growled, moaned and hissed while her hips quivered against the soft mouth working at her. Sasha’s lubrication ran from her in a blistering wave to be lapped up by the worshipping woman under her.

Karen groaned into the warm folds pressed to her. The lust of the beautiful minx dominating her was causing her own passion to rise again. She spread her legs wide, the swelling of her nether regions forcing them apart. Impatient at waiting for her reward, Karen pushed her tongue inside, trying to dig the delicious taste of her lover out of it’s hiding spot.

Sasha grabbed the blonde head under her and hauled it in tight. “That’s it, babe. Eat me. Move that tongue. Around now. Yes, yes. You’re so good. Now up and down. That spot, right there. Lick it. Yes. Right… Yes… Now…” As she came, Sasha reached back and grabbed the luxuriant breasts sitting on Karen’s chest. She dug her fingers into them at the same rhythm that the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her lover’s tongue twitched in response, driving Sasha higher still.

Breaking contact with a sudden jolt, Sasha lay next to Karen, panting with fatigue. “Jesus Christ, you sexy bitch. That’s the best I’ve been eaten in a long time.” She rolled over and gathered her lover in her arms. She teased Karen’s mouth with her own lips, tasting the results of her bliss coated there.

Karen softly kissed her back. “Mm,” she whispered, “I wish I had done something like this sooner. I loved feeling you leak all over my face. It’s not the same with a guy. With them it’s always over so quick. A sudden shot and it’s done. You, I could keep on tasting. It lasted so long.” The declaration ended with a sudden hiss.

Sasha had placed her fingers over Karen’s cunt and was playing lightly with the hard clit found within. A fresh wave of wetness running from inside told her how true Karen’s statement was.

“You sure did like it, honey. I can feel you all wet and warm down here.” She increased the speed of her petting. The big blond’s hips pressed up against the harrying digits and matched their cadence.

“Would you like me to do something about that?” Sasha whispered in the delicate ear her mouth was touching. She ran her tongue into it to drive her demand home.

“Yes,” came the answer, “Yes, please.”

“Such a good girl you are.” Sasha took one of Karen’s hands and moved it to replace her own. “Keep yourself hot, wench. I have to leave for a second. But don’t come. That’s my job.”

Standing up, Sasha stepped over Karen and went to the dresser. “Play with those gorgeous tits, babe. You’ll want to be ready for what I’ve got planned next.”

Karen instantly moved her free hand to a full breast. She rolled the nipple between her fingers. A whimper came from her, letting Sasha know her passion.

Opening the top drawer of the dresser, the tiny tart gave her plaything another order. “Talk to me, sweetness. I want to hear how you feel.”

“Oh,” Karen groaned in reply. “I feel so sexy. I’m rubbing my clit and I remember how you felt when you were licking me. I could tell you liked it and I’ve never been eaten before by someone who did.” She gasped as the memory pressed at her nerves. “It got me off so hard. Just like I’m about to do now.”

“Oh no you don’t.” Sasha told her. “Slow down. Just tease.” Reaching into the drawer, she removed the harness she was seeking. Sasha quickly stepped into it, cinching the belt around her hips.

Biting her lower lip in the effort to restrain herself, Karen reduced the speed and strength of her petting. She focused on one of the plants to distract her attention from the heat beating inside her. Karen kept losing focus as sweet waves of joy washed over her body. She could smell the scent of physical exertion, arousal and perfume. It clouded her mind with it’s lewd promise

“That one,” Sasha thought. “I can use one of the others the next time. And I know there’ll be a next time.” She quickly snapped the flesh coloured and average sized dildo to the harness.

“Close your eyes and hands at your sides, Karen. It’s time to do something about that.”

Karen quickly did as she was told. Her face was a mixture of anticipation and lust, with a tiny bit of apprehension for spice. She wanted what was about to happen, but wasn’t sure what it was.

“Legs wide, slut!” When Karen did so, Sasha kneeled between them and rubbed the head of her fake cock over her partner’s slick lips.

Karen’s eyes saucered, then rolled back in her head at the intense feelings the touch engendered. “G,G,God,” she groaned.

Sasha sawed the dildo back and forth, stroking the sensitive folds and tantalizing Karen’s stiff clit. “Do you like that, gorgeous?”

Karen mouthed something incoherent in reply.

“What’s that? My horny little bitch doesn’t like it? Maybe I should stop then.”

I took a second for the threat to seep into Karen’s befuddled mind. “No! Don’t stop! I like it! Oh, I love it. So different, and so good.”

“So what do you want me to do now?”

“Put it in me. Oh Christ. Stick it in me, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely.” And Sasha moved the head of the tool to the blond and dripping entrance. A slight move of her hips pushed the latex glans inside.

Karen wrapped her legs around Sasha and tried to pull the black haired woman in. With surprising strength, Sasha resisted the imploring action.

“My little sugar is getting anxious.” She ran an inch in and withdrew it. The bigger woman’s grip slackened from the passion invoked. She mewled her delight.

“Want me to go on? Do you want all this inside?”

“Oh please. Yes. I want it. I want to get taken so bad. I’m aching for it. Please, put it all the way in.”

“You asked for it.” declared Sasha, and she shoved every inch up the wanting woman’s snatch. The force traveled up Karen’s torso and made her full tits bounce. The blond cried out at the fury that raced through her.

Sasha immediately started a hard, driving rhythm. She could feel the base of the harness rubbing at her clit, feeding her fire. She watched the pillowy breasts of her lover roll and jump and this delightful sight turned her on even more.

Karen started crooning a paean to the delight she was feeling. “Oh God, it’s so good. More. Harder. Oh. Oh. Jesus. Screw me, love. Make me feel it. Do me. Shit. More. More.” The lustful hymn stopped with a stuttering hiss as she came.

Sahsa thought about the laundry she had to do tomorrow and how her baseball team was doing. She was so close to climax. Karen was just the type of woman she wanted, feminine and very horny. The friction on her hood and her wenches obvious pleasure were almost more than Sasha could stand.

Karen’s orgasm ended and she collapsed to the futon. She panted as her chest pumped to feed her body’s demand for air. Sasha slowed down her rhythm, keeping just enough motion to keep her delectable prize in heat.

“My little girl liked that, didn’t she?”

The reply was a high pitched and breathy “uh huh.”

“Well, we’re not done yet.” Sasha lay down on her delectable trull and took a hard nipple in her mouth. She gnawed softly at it and lapped it with her tongue. The other nipple was rolled and squeezed by gentle fingers. Sasha increased the pace of her beat inside Karen’s slippery hole.

Karen grabbed the back of Sasha’s head and drew it tight to her tit. “Oh yes,” she declared. “So nice. Want more. Give me more. Fuck my hot pussy. I want to come again. Please, please. I need to come again.”

Moving her mouth from the tasty breast, Sasha gave Karen a feral grin. She worked her hands under the horny femme’s broad back, grabbed her by the shoulders… and gave Karen what she wanted. Sasha’s hips pounded hard and fast in a cadence that propelled insanity into her wanting lover’s mind.

Karen wrapped herself around the dark domme and met the thrusts with her own. Speech was no longer possible so Karen grunted into Sasha’s ear. Her fire blazed to unbearable heights.

Sasha was no longer trying to distract herself. Her driving hips buffed the base of the harness against her clit. That and the feel of Karen’s sweaty, sexy body drove her towards coming.

Karen passed the point of no return first. Her nervous system lost all sense of self under the assault. She twitched, stiffened, gurgled and moaned as her climax roared through her. Her cunt gushed juices that seeped down her ass and across Sasha’s thighs.

The feel of hot fluids pushed Sasha over the edge. She stood up on her arms and howled as she came. Her body shook at the furious joy. This made the dildo move in strange ways inside Karen making her orgasm climb higher still.

Sasha’s arms gave out and she collapsed onto the soft cushions of Karen’s chest. Her hips pumped blindly. The pressure on her clit, the movements of her lover, would not let Sasha’s orgasm stop. She bayed her passion yet again.

The continued motion in her cunt kept Karen coming as well. She dug her fingers into the futon and muttered gratified obscenities. Head held back, she met every push of the woman on top of her.

For an endless time they rutted until their bodies could take no more. They sagged against each other. Sasha gently licked moisture from Karen’s shoulder. The sweat soaked blond kissed Sasha’s hair and softly stroked the silky skin of her back. Both could feel sleep pulling them down.

“Do this again soon,” was the last thing Sasha heard.

FIN

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Sasha and Tami



So I met this guy on the Internet, Ken. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, but he seemed like a decent guy. Harmless, anyway. But crap could he whine. In some dead end sounding job, that he claimed he liked, with this hottie for a wife, who appeared rather bored with it all. 

So, for whatever reason, we decide to meet, dinner. He was visiting Los Angeles and had an evening free, and, so I figured, what the hell. Right?

We decided on the Ivy. My friend owns the valet company there. 

I took a cab, for obvious reasons, arrived around quarter till, and waited. And waited. And waited. At least my friend kept me company.

Finally a rental pulls up, a small, tiny Chevy. You're going to valet that? But who gets out? Yup, my date. And his wife. His wife. Tami. 

Well, I wasn't sure what to do at first. But then I notice his wife. Fiery red hair, pale smooth skin, curvy figure, but a bored, almost bitchy expression. Crap, how's this going to go? 

She approaches me, anger in her eyes. Flaming anger. Her hand swings back, ready to take aim at my cheek, when my friend and Ken restraint us both. We're off to a great start, aren't we? 

She rushes by to the hostess Dias. We are seated quickly enough, but in a very out of the way location. Dark and hidden almost. In one of those semi-circular three person booths. Ken on one wing, me on the other, Tami in the middle. 

Ken anxiously checks the menu, nervously checks the menu, and starts checking the cash in his wallet.

Tami orders a drink, her first of a few.

{dinner stuff fill in}

On Tami's fourth, she turns to me once again, anger in her eyes. Or is it? 

"If you want him, you can have him. I don't love him any more."

"Ah, I don't want him either." 

"Ha! Then why lead him on."

"Because it is another I want." 

She looks a little confused, glances around, then asks, "Who?"

I twirl my long curly brown locks with my finger as I peer into her eyes with my bright green eyes. "Who do you think?" 

Her brashness disappears, her head drops, a blush building from her collar bones.

She gulps her drink; Ken attempts to gain the attention of the wait staff.

"Ken, honey? Go to the bar and get us that drink. OK?" 

As Ken walks away, I decide to slide a little a closer to Tami. She blushes a little bit and I notice she has a sideways grin. I knew her anger had passed and her curiosity was peaking. I sit real close, really close, and put my hand on her thigh. She puts her arm around my shoulders and we sit there silently. We both knew what we want, I sliped my hand along her inner thigh under that sexy red dress of hers. 

Her hand slips down to my collar bone, she rubs so softly. She has an amazing touch, right when she touched it felt like electricity. Tami picks up her drink and takes another sip as i do the same. We coyly look at one another with are heads tilted giggling. I put my drink down and lean into her giving her a soft 'come and get it' kiss. That kiss felt amazing, her lips were so soft and sultry. She returned my kiss and licked my top lip as I pulled away.

Ken came back with our drinks and set them on the table. "Well I'm glad to see you two are getting along." We both look up at him and smile. He slides in next to Tami, sitting really close to her as well. He puts his arm behind her rubbing hers and my shoulder. She puts her hand on Kens inner thigh. We both can see that he is enjoying our closeness. 

I slide my hand a little further up her dress and give her smooth thigh a nice grab. She has amazingly soft and smooth skin. Tami takes her arm off my collar bone and starts to rub the back of my neck. Giving my hair a little pull, causing me to have a jolt of excitement. She pulls me by my neck giving me a deep lustful kiss. I slide my hand even further up her dress as she kisses me. I brush against her pussy and realize she didn't wear any underwear and that she was wet. 

She spreads her legs a little bit allowing me better access. As I start rubbing her clit she starts kissing down my neck and giving it little bites. While i'm teasing her pussy she slides her hand up Kens leg so she can feel his cock begging to be released. Ken lets out a little grunt as he is enjoying the show. As she kisses down my chest she slips the strap of my dress down the side of my arm exposing almost my whole breast. She leans down and starts licking and teasing my nipple.

To Be Continued...



Sasha and the Club



Sascha shivered with nerves and anticipation as she sat beside her Master in his sports car. Luke sped down the busy Boston streets, weaving in and out of traffic as he tapped his hand in time with the Coltrane sax solo that blared from the speakers. Sascha admired his profile, his straight nose, and his strong jaw. He was so incredibly masculine; every time they went out it public she noticed the appreciative stares of women. This handsome man was her Master. He owned her body and soul, and she relished in all the humiliation, punishment, and abuse he doled out to her.

Tonight he was bringing her to a private fetish club. After two months of training, he had deemed her ready for a public presentation. He warned her that he would share her with both men and women, that she would be humiliated and beaten. Anything except for complete compliance would not be tolerated.

Sascha wore a pair of high Jimmy Choo pumps on her delicate feet, which emphasized her long, slim legs. Her breasts were encased in a satin bra that stopped right below her nipples, pushing her breasts up high and exposing her sweet pink nipples. Besides a matching black thong, she was naked. A thin leather collar with a ring was strapped around her neck. The dark satin contrasted beautifully against her creamy white skin. Her thick, auburn waves fell loose around her shoulders, giving her a wild look.

Luke stopped on an empty street, and clipped a leash to her collar.

"Come, slave," he said, leading her into a ordinary looking door. There was no sign, no indication of the carnal activities within.

It was the end of September, a brisk night signaling the beginning of fall. Sascha's nipples tightened in the cool breeze.

Inside, a petite Asian woman wearing a short leather skirt and a leather bra welcomed them. "Hello, Master Luke."

"How are you, Tara?"

"I'm great, thank You, Sir. Is this your new slave?"

"Yes, this is Sascha."

Sascha smiled at her. "Hello Ma'am." She had been instructed to call everyone she met Sir or Ma'am, unless speaking to another slave.

She smiled at Sascha dismissively. "Does this mean you're not looking for a submissive anymore?" She arched an eyebrow suggestively and pushed out her perky breasts. Hot anger built inside of Sascha, but she kept her face impassive.

"Yes, Sascha's been improving remarkably. Have a good night," he said, effectively dismissing her advances.

Master led his slave to a bar, where women dressed in the same uniform as Tara served drinks. All the waitresses seemed to know him, and shot him suggestive stares. Master squeezed Sascha's shoulder in reassurance, then order her on her knees.

"From now on, you will kneel and crawl unless I tell you otherwise. Understood?"

"Yes Master."

"Good girl."

He led her through a set of doors. Sascha's heart stopped beating for a moment when she saw what was before her. A stage was set in the center of the room, equipped with a horse and a St. Andrew's cross for securing slaves. At the moment, a slave with a remarkably round bottom was bent over the horse as her Master beat her with a cat'o'nine. Her legs were spread wide, and her Master centered the majority of the blows on her exposed pussy. She moaned in pain.

Masters and Mistresses sat on plush couches, with their slaves kneeling on the floor before them.

A handsome middle aged Master greeted them. Before him, a beautiful woman with remarkably lush lips kneeled submissively as she lapped water out of a dog bowl. Her face was streaked with tears. She had an ample breast, and two crocadile clips bit into her fat nipples. 

"Sascha, this is Master Nathaniel."

"Hello Sir," she said demurely.

"What a beautiful slave, I must say that she outshines the rest of them." A gasp escaped his slave, but Master Nathaniel ignored it.

"Will you be sharing her for play tonight?"

"Yes, I really want her to be pushed."

The stage was empty, the last couple apparently finished. Master tugged on Sascha's leash, and she crawled behind him up the stairs.

"Greetings everyone. This is my new slave Sascha. I will first administer her a flogging, and then I will be sharing her with Master Nathanial, Master Mark, and Mistress Lisa."

A round of applause sounded. 

Master Luke fastened her hands together, and then attached them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. He tied a blindfold around her eyes, beginning her descent into darkness. Sascha's body was pulled tight, stretching her limbs and causing her breasts and ass to push out provocatively.

Luke selected a thick leather strap, and then stood, waiting for the anticipation and uncertainty to build within the remarkable creature before him. To Sascha, the seconds ticked by slowly. Without warning, he brought down a stinging blow on her left ass cheek. A squeal of surprise delighted the room, all the Masters admiring the coltish beauty and the honesty of her responses. Luke continues to whip her ass and breasts until Sascha's blindfold was wet with tears. He stopped, and reached between her legs, feeling the wetness between them.

He then untied her arms and bent her over the horse, before securing her arms and legs and removing the blindfold. Sascha saw Master Nathanial and a handsome blond Master step onto the stage. Master Nathanial began to play with her, pushing her pussy juice up into her tight asshole. The other man, Master Mark, unbuttones his pants and pulled out his thick cock.

"You know what to do, don't you lovely?"

Sascha opened her mouth, and Mark shoved his cock in all the way with a single thrust. When the head of the penis had reached the back of her throat, he held her there, and pinched her nose shut so she could not breathe.

At the same time, Master Nathanial worked a gigantic butt plug into Sascha's tight anus. Sascha moaned into the cock in her mouth as Mark let go over her nose. He pumped in and out of her mouth, slamming in ball deep. Sascha gagged, tears running down her face.

After five minutes of face fucking, Master Mark removed his cock, and sprayed her face with thick white cum. Sascha's eyes flew shut as she attempted to protect her eyes from the jets of cum. He then took a bottle of water and held it to her mouth, instructing her to drink the whole thing. Once she'd drunk half the bottle, she shook her head. Mark grabbed a fistfull of hair, forcing her to drink the rest. She chocked on the stream of water, but managed to down it all.

Next, the plug in her ass was pulled out, and replaced with Nathan's thick cock. Sascha screamed in agony and in sexual excitement as her ass was ripped apart.

"You will NOT cum, do you understand, slut?"

"Yes Sir!" Sascha moaned, digging her fingernails into the palm of her hand.

Master Nathan pulled his cock out, and again brought his cock to her mouth. His cock was slightly stained with her shit, coated in ass juice.

"Suck it, slave."

Sascha hesitantly opened her mouth, embarrassed at the extreme invasion. The filthy cock was forced in her mouth, causing Sascha to gag violently around the thick meat. Nathan slammed in and out of her mouth, invading back of her throat. If possible, he performed with more vigour than the Dom before him.

Again, he withdrew and spent his thick white sperm over her face. Nathan grabbed another bottle of water, and again Sascha was forced to drink the entire contents. A second bottle was taken out, and Sacha downed it all, spluttering as she drank from the awkard angle.

Her bladder ached, and Sascha feared that she might have an accident. "Please, Sir.... I have to go."

"Hold it, you little slut," Nathan hissed, admiring the thick strings of sperm that decorated her heart shaped face. Her vision was blurred as a result of the cum that coated her eyelashes. She made a beautiful picture.

A beautiful, tall woman entered the stage. She wore a tight latex dress and impossibly high heels. Thick dark hair tumbled down her shoulders and around her gigantic breasts. Even with her comprimised eyesight, Sascha was in awe of the beautiful creature.

Mistress Lisa stood in front of Sascha, her crotch eye-level with the pathetic slut. "Hello, slave."

Sascha felt unsure if she was expected to respond. After a moment, she said, "Hello, Ma'am."

Suddenly, the woman slapped her face."Do not speak, slave. You will be punished for that."

Sascha swallowed, fear enveloping her. The woman found a a cane from behind the bound slave, and waved it menacingly before her face. "Kiss it, slut."

Sascha pursed her lips and planted a gentle kiss on the menacing ratten cane. Her Master had only caned her once, and it had been the most painful experience of her life.

"You are a miserable little slut, unworthy of a man like your Master," Mistress Lisa's voice boomed across the room. She leaned in close to Sascha's ear, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. These words were meant only for the pathetic slut. "Your Master deserves more than a cum splattered slut. He deserves a woman." Sascha's heart stopped dead, fear gripping her heart. She could not lose her Master!

"I am going to beat you senseless, I am going to break you, until no Master in the room would take you. When you've had enough, say ETERNITY. That is your safeword."

Luke watched from the side of the stage, curious as his old lover prepared to beat his new slave. Lisa was a magnificent woman, but a jealous, selfish lover. While Sascha gave him everything, Lisa wanted all from the men she slept with. In that respect, she was like himself. Lisa had approached him, demanding that she get a taste of his new slave. At first, he had refused, but she promised that she would respect the limits he placed.

While Luke sometimes experienced guilt watching his little slut humiliated and beaten, he knew it was what she wanted. Even now, pussy juice gushed from her exposed gash. However, a nagging of uncertainty pulled at him as he watched Lisa grip the cane in her hands and swing.

The stroke caught Sascha square in the ass, and a moment later a cry of pain escaped her lips. Again, Lisa brought down the cane, this time at the top of Sascha's beautiful thighs. Lisa continued mercilessly, bringing down 20 full strokes. Sascha sobbed, her face a mess of cum, sweat, and tears. 

Lisa came to face Sascha, kneeling at her face. A soft smile played on her lips. "You've done very well, dear. Your Master is very lucky." Sascha stopped crying, her vision blurred.

"Please Mistress, I have to go, I can't hold it anymore."

Lisa smiled. "Not yet, slave."

Mistress Lisa unstrapped her legs and her arms, and ordered her to stand. A mess of welts were beginning to form on the girl's bottom, and her face was flushed underneath the mess of fluids. A table was wheeled out, and Lisa had the slave lie on her back upon it. A yelp of pain escaped Sascha's mouth as her very tender bottom touched the cold stainless steel. She was strapped to the table with her knees bent and her feet flat against the cold metall. Lisa beckoned to a person offstage. A slim but muscular man came out, his arms bound behind his back. Lisa touched a lever on the table, changing the position of the slab until Sascha's head was positioned below her crotch at a 45 degree angle.

"You will suck off my slave, Sascha. Then he will pull out and cum over that sweet little face of yours."

Sascha clamped her mouth shut, she did not want to be face fucked by another slave. There was no pride in that, no respect. Lisa grabbed her face in her hands. "Open your mouth slut!" Sascha shook her head. 

"Slave...." Sascha heard her Master's warning from somewhere offstage.

Reluctantly, she unclamped her jaw. As soon as she did so, the man shoved his cock in her mouth. His balls lay just above her eyes, her vision focused on his hairy ass crack as he slammed in and out of her mouth. Her focus was on her poor bladder, strained by the large quantity of water. She felt sure that she was about to burst.

"Fuck yeah..." she heard him murmur, as he shoved in and out of her throat. She gagged repeatedly, and felt long strands of saliva escape her. He slammed into her once more, then sprayed his seed over her face.

His load was huge, producing more sperm than both Nathan and Mark together. Sascha's eyes were forced shut, a thick coating of sperm over her eyes.

Lisa laughed cruelly. "My slave here hasn't cum in over a week. He's been saving it all for your slut face."

Blood rushed to Sascha's head, all she could think about was her need to relieve herself. "Please Mistress, I have to go"

Lisa smirked. "So go."

Sascha realized this had been their plan the whole time. In this position, all the piss would trickle down her body, onto her face.

"No..."

Lisa ran her down down the slave's flat stomach, and pushed over her bladder. "Are you sure you don't have to go?" she said, suddenly increasing the pressure.

"No, NO!" Even as she said it, a strong jet of piss escaped her, arcing up and then hitting her in the chin. 

Piss spread down her chest, onto her face, helping to wash away some of the cum on her face. The crowd cheered, even the slaves kneeling on the floor. She had completely given herself, to the Dominants on stage and to the entire room. She was reduced to nothing.

Master Luke had always said that she had to be completely debased, to give her pride totally over to her Master. When she did this, she would truly be his.

Finally the piss stopped. Lisa positioned herself over Sascha's mouth. The slave could see that she wore no panties.

"Open up, slut!" just as she said it, a torrent of piss escaped , pouring into Sascha's open mouth. Sascha's mouth quickly filled. She gagged as she forced herself to choke down the acrid liquid. Her taste buds burned at the assault. Sascha's eyes burned from the piss shower she had just given herself. As soon as she was finished, Lisa squatted on her face, smothering her in pussy.

"Lick! Make me cum."

Sascha stuck out her tongue, swirling it back and forth over her clit. She had never licked pussy before, but she became hypnotized by the sweet taste of Lisa's cunt. However, Lisa came surprisingly quickly, and was soon gone. 

"Very good, slut, very good."

She felt the table being pushed back to its horizontal position. The blood began to rush back from her head and circulate around the rest of her body. The scent of urine, cum, and pussy overwhelmed her senses, and the mixture of fluids still stung her eyes. Her bottom ached and burned as she caught her breath. Over it all, she could only concentrate on the burning in her cunt. She looked up and saw her Master's warm eyes looking down on her. He smiled, and whispered, "You're such a good little slut."

"Thanks You Master."

"I'm very proud of you. You pushed yourself tonight, further than I expected. Are you sore?"

"Yes Master, but I really just want to cum."

He grinned, a boyish laugh escaping his lips. "You've been sodomized, face fucked, beaten, and used as a toilet and you still think with your little cunt don't you?"

She smiled up at him, knowing that her depravity pleased him. 

He unstrapped her from the table and picked her up in his arms. Behind the stage was a bathroom with a shower. He set her down, adjusted the temperature, and watched as she cleaned the cum, piss, and sweat off of her sore skin. She gingerly washed her round ass, cringing as the soap stung her open welts. After she was done showering, she stood under the delicious flow of warm water. 

As she came out, her Master toweled her down, rubbing the soft terry cloth against her sore skin. He knelt down before her and gently rubbed her sore ass, then ran a series of tender kisses along the angry stripes.

"Turn around, my sweet."

He rubbed up and down her legs, admiring her long, elegant limbs. "You are the most beautiful, giving slave I've ever encountered."

"You are the most wonderful Master I ever could have dreamed of," Sascha gasped, her breath becoming ragged as he began to massage her sensitive clit. Her nipples tightened in excitement. 

Luke bent down, taping her inner thighs until she spread her legs. He inhaled deeply, rhapsodizing in her feminine musk. Spreading her lips with his fingers, he licked up and down her sweet slit, tasting her arousal. Soft moans escaped from Sascha. Luke focussed her attention on her peaking clit, tightening his circles around her sweet nub. Just as she was about to peak, he stopped.

Sascha moaned in frustration, her fingers grabbing onto his hair. He grinned up at her, looking so much like a mischievous school boy. That was what she loved about him, his ability to strike fear in her heart one moment, and act like a horny teenager the next. Above all, she trusted him absolutely.

"We'll finish this at home, princess."

He wrapped her in his trench coat and carried her to his car. As they passed through the club, Masters and slaves alike commended her on her performance and congratulated Luke on his find.

Once home, Luke lay her down on the bed, face down. He removed a bottle of aloe and gently rubbed it into her beaten skin. Once he was finished, he stuck a slick finger into her tight asshole.

"Where would you like me to fuck you, Sascha?"

He rarely called her by her given name when she served him. "My ass, Master."

"On your hands and knees, princess."

Luke spat into her asshole, then pushed two fingers in, fucking her up to the second knuckle. As he felt her rectum loosen, a third finger was added. Finally, he eased his thick cock into her with a sigh of pure animal lust.

"You made me so hot tonight, acting like a depraved slut."

"Ohhhhh, my pussy was so wet tonight, Master."

"Play with yourself, you have permission to cum when you're ready." He slammed into her balls deep, resulting in a squeal of surprise from his little slave.

After they both came, they fell asleep, sexually satisfied. Sascha felt complete in the arms of her Master after a night of absolute degradation, abuse, and humiliation.



Sasha and the Director



Adjusting her vest as she fled down the hallway, Sasha prayed she wasn't as late as she thought she was. Damn Howie and his new cashout plan... Howie's stickler's antics had cost her a precious half-hour of audition time. She had never worked with this director (John Hardman) before, but she had heard he was big on punctuality—among other rumors.

She burst through the double doors at the back of the theatre, breathing heavily as she attempted to compose herself. The group of one hundred or so turned toward her, though the two auditioning onstage—to their credit—continued the scene unphased.

She hustled toward the director's table to hand in her audition sheet and apologize. She approached the dark table where only the director's hands and a pile of papers sat visible under the bright light of a clip-on lamp.

She whispered urgently, "I'm so very sorry to be late, Mr. Hardman, I've just—"

Sasha broke off as his hand gestured for silence. She bowed her head, holding back her words, and silently slid her audition sheet across the desk toward him. He rotated it toward himself momentarily. Sasha's heart pounded as she waited for him to speak. He slid the sheet to one side of the desk.

"Sit in the back."

"I-I'm sorry?"

"Sit in the back. I deal with latecomers last, if at all."

Sasha bit her lip nervously, if at all? She hoped he wouldn't turn her away. She needed a part in this production. She couldn't go on waitressing forever, and she had always been in love with the production, Is it Home?

She dragged her feet as she headed back toward the last row of the auditorium. She watched as pairs and trios performed scenes, single actors and actresses performed their prepared monologues, and the director called names and faces to the stage—any name, of course, but hers.

As the hours passed, Sasha became more uncomfortable and disheartened. She eyed the silhouette of the director's head, hoping he would at least look back at her. He never did, though she began to adjust to the lighting and could see him better. The man had a straight nose and high cheekbones. She couldn't see his eyes in the dark, but from his tanned complexion and dark hair, she started to put together an image of him, and she imagined they were brown.

After a while, Hardman began sending people home. A handful at a time sometimes. Other times, only one or two. Soon, there were only two left, cold performing the one scene of passion the play had to offer.

One man playing the lead male, Harris, one woman playing the lead female, Julia. Sasha had to admit the actors were quite good. The scene portrayed was a flashback in which Harris and Julia are newlyweds, declaring their passionate love for one another as they rip one another's clothes off, crawling across the bed before making love. Sasha remembered that when the play was first performed, directed by its author, it had been rather a scandal, as both actors wound up naked onstage.

The two onstage now only feigned the removal of clothes, but it was still passionate and well-performed. Sasha watched as they leaned in and stage-kissed. She pressed her legs together as she felt heat rising between them. Her nipples went hard and erect under her bra, so turned on was she by the performance.

Hardman thanked the two of them and sent them on their way. He rose and began shuffling papers together. Sasha watched him as he piled the papers together, turned off the lamp, and began walking away.

Sasha's heart began to pound. She leaped to her feet and ran after him, her heels clacking to raise the dead. She followed him up the stairs, darting behind the curtain as he headed backstage.

"Wait! Mr. Hardman!" She reached him and laid a hand on his arm to stop him, "Mr. Hardman, please, I—"

"May I ask why you think you are more important than any of the other actors who arrived here on time?" He eyed her up and down, and she noticed that he lingered on her chest longer than was comfortable or appropriate.

"I'm sorry, but I—"

"Being an actor takes dedication, miss," he pulled her audition sheet from the bottom of the stack, "Sasha Nikiski. A dedication to the art. A dedication of which you seem to have little. Have a nice day, Miss Nikiski, but you will have no part of my production."

Sasha felt as if she had been struck, full-on in the chest. The opportunity was slipping away—just another audition that would chalk up to nothing if she didn't do something. Her ears felt full of cotton, her eyes saw only a blur, but she noticed he was walking away. She had to say something, do something... the rumors she had heard about him popped into her head.

"Please, Mr. Hardman," she begged, "I'll do anything for a part."

He stopped. He turned. His brown eyes locked on her green ones, "Anything, Miss Nikiski?"

The odd thought that she was right about his eyes popped into her head, but she pushed it out again as quickly as it came. Sasha swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes, sir. I'll do anything you ask of me."

The director paused, eyeing her up and down again, though more slowly this time. Her cheeks went red as his eyes so plainly undressed her. She wanted to put a lead wall between them, but the part meant so much to her...

Instead of shrinking back, she pulled back her shoulders slightly, her blouse pulling tight under her vest as her breasts pulsed toward him, "I'll do anything."

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as he began to walk a slow circle around her. He set down the papers as he drew nearer, then folded his hands behind his back.

"Unbutton your blouse," he said. She could hear a huskiness in his voice that both aroused and terrified her. She reached up to unbutton the top two buttons. "Slowly," he said, "Slowly."

She took a deep breath and forced herself to slow down. It made the humiliation last longer, but she had to do what he said if she was to get what she wanted. Her fingers trembled as she undid each button, exposing her clavicle... her cleavage... her bra...

He stopped her there, leaning forward to hook a finger in the front of her shirt. He tugged at it, staring at her full breasts heaving in her nervousness, held back only by her bra. She blushed, wishing she hadn't put on a front-clasp bra and hoping he wouldn't notice.

"Take this off," he said, gesturing at her shirt and vest. She undid the buttons slowly again, tugging the bottom of the shirt out of her skirt's waistband to pull them off.

She was pulling the sleeves down when he told her, "Stop. Hold there..."

She held the position, her chest raised, her back arched, her arms splayed behind her like some erotic crucifix. He leaned in again, closer this time than before. She pressed her knees together again as his straight nose brushed her skin, she felt his hot breath on her flesh, small touches as he barely brushed his fingertips across her bared flesh. He cupped her breasts, and she tried not to gasp, not to move as she felt a spasm course through her. She couldn't believe how much he was turning her on, despite how she didn't really want to be doing this.

He reached for the center of her bra, a click and her breasts sprang free of their black lace prisons. He let out a chuckle, "Very nice. You get points for enthusiasm."

He ran his thumbs over her erect nipples; coming close, he ran his tongue around one, then the other. He pinched at the slick surface, sending electric jolts to her core.

He couldn't have known how sensitive she was to nipple play. Her boyfriends had always known by the time they got to sex, and so had catered to her desires. But John Hardman, director and stranger, seemed to know just how to heat her up.

He grinned, "you can move if you like..." He bowed his head over her chest, sucking her nipples into his mouth, pinching them, nipping them with his teeth, rolling them between his fingers... She could hardly stand, it was bringing her so close to climax with each roll of his tongue, each flick of his fingers. She gripped his head, running her fingers through his hair, and pulled him closer. Now she wanted to come almost as badly as she wanted the role.

She was edging closer to climax when he pulled away. She whimpered at the loss. He laid his hands on her waist and heaved her up against the fly rail, pushing her skirt up with his knee. 

Sasha gasped, realizing he wanted her to go all the way with her. But her physical desire and wish to be in the piece were so strong that she looked into his eyes and nodded. She would do it. She wrapped her hands around the ropes on either side of her to support her weight as his hands pushed her skirt up to her waist. His fingers sliding along her thigh made her tremble. He chuckled as he saw her black lace thong, "You didn't happen to have planned this all along, did you?"

She shook her head. He pulled the thong down her legs before sliding a finger up inside her wet pussy. She let out a gasp. She hadn't realized how badly she wanted something inside her. He slid the finger back and forth, thumbing her clit at the same time. It was all she could do to keep her grip on the ropes to keep from falling. Her head rolled back as the waves of glorious tension rolled over her.

Just when she was so close, he stopped again. She whined again, "why do you keep stopping?"

He laughed, "I'm a director. You'll come when I tell you to."

She bit her lip as he unbuttoned his pants and unveiled his hard-on. The rumors hadn't said anything about this. She hadn't been expecting him to be so well-endowed, considering how effeminate most actors and directors seem to be. He positioned himself at her entrance, holding her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs behind him, pulling him closer. He lowered her onto his long, thick shaft, and she gasped again. 

She had never felt a man like him in all her life. In her experience, only toys could match him. He filled her like no one ever had, stretching her with his girth, reaching her deepest places. He began to pulse against her, slowly sliding every inch of himself into her, then every inch out until only the tip remained. Pushing in, slipping out, like a tide he rolled in and out, again and again, waves of pleasure coursing over her. It was excruciatingly exquisite, but that was before he put his mouth on her breasts again.

He sucked in her nipples as his hard cock pulsed into her; he pinched her out with his lips as he pulled out. He switched from one to the other as he slowly built her to a climax. She could feel he was getting as close as she was this time, and she was so achingly close she wanted him to get it over with.

He seemed to sense her need, and she let out a cry as he pinched her nipple with his teeth and started pounding her faster. He sped up, the tempo increasing her pleasure, her breasts beginning to bounce as he fucked her. She let out a whining cry, "Oh, gooood! I'm sooo... so... ah! Ah!"

"Come," he told her, "come for me, Sasha. Come for me you slut." He slapped her ass as he pounded her faster. Her hands clenched the ropes, white-knuckled as her head reared back as her body bucked against his in a wild orgasm. She felt him come at the same time, his face still strong and stoic, he grunted and panted as he climaxed.

She couldn't hold herself up any longer and sagged against him. She panted in the aftermath, coming down off the high.

He pulled out from her, helping her down. She had to grab the rail behind her to keep her knees from buckling underneath her. She noticed the director composing himself, already buttoning his pants and rearranging his shirt. She bit her lip as the nervousness came back.

She began dressing, "So, what about auditioning? Will you... erm, will you let me do my monologue, and..."

He was shaking his head, "I saw you a month ago in What May Come. Excellent performance as Rosalie, by the way. It may serve as your audition, as I had already been hoping you would come."

She looked at him, confused as she buttoned up the blouse again, "You... You already wanted me for a part?"

"Yes, but I needed to be sure you were dedicated enough for the role," he gave her a wicked grin.

Sasha blushed, her eyes downcast as she searched for her underwear, "W-well..." she wasn't sure how to respond, and her mind latched onto her primary objective, "What role did you want me for?"

"I like you for Julia. First rehearsal is Wednesday at nine."

Her eyes widened. The lead. He wanted her for the lead. She smiled, thankful for the role. But then she realized that that meant working with him nightly for nearly six months. But then, she wondered, would it be all that bad?

Slipping her panties on as he walked away, remembering the climax he had given her, she decided it wouldn't be that bad at all... especially if she was late again.