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Taking Care

By: Bamphire



First, I would walk in the room. You would see the lustful look on my face and realize this is a moment in time that has been dreamed about for a long time. Immediately you know how much I want and have wanted you from that first day I saw you at the fair.

I tell you to relax and let me make you feel like the woman that you are. I ask you if you trust me ... explicitly. You hesitate for a short moment and nod your head in silence indicating that you do. I note the hesitation and anticipation of the unknown. I tell you to do everything you are told, for the experience of a lifetime. I ask you if are comfortable with me after all these years. The look on your face is all I need to know that you have thought many a lonely night about just such an encounter.

You smile and say o.k. Your sultry voice makes my knees weak. I want to listen to you talk, moan, groan and shout with pleasure. Just hearing your voice brings immense pleasure to me. Yet in a few words, as if you want to tease me, you tell me that you trust me because you know how much I love you and you love me as much.

I would reach down to the waistline of your sweatpants and glide them slowly down your legs exposing those sexy limbs. After taking them off your feet and dropping them on the floor, I would admire your silky, sexy soft legs.

I then reach up and slip your shirt off, gently caressing each arm as I drag the sleeves down from the extremity which I long to have hold me close. As the sleeves drop from your hands, the shirt shortly joins your pants on the floor. 

I step back and glance at your nearly naked body, I sigh, for it has been only in my imagination that I could see such beauty. Now I know dreams do and can come true. As you lay there with only a bra and panties on; you notice a slight bulge in my pants and smile.

I walk to your side and you begin to reach up to me. I look at you with a pained look as I so desire to have you touch me and I touch you, yet; I say no, lie still. You lower you arm hesitantly to your side, with a frown. Knowing that you want to touch me, I smile and tell you that you will be able to touch me soon enough. With that, I lean down, place my lips on yours and gently kiss your mouth, dragging my tongue across your teeth.

We moan together. I press my lips to yours with slightly more pressure and your tongue slides out to meet mine.

Our lip embrace breaks as you look disappointingly at me. I just smile and say, "Be patient." I tell you to turn over on your stomach. You do as requested without hesitation, I notice a wet spot on your panties and I smile knowing you are enjoying what is happening. That, in turn, makes me happy and although it goes without notice by you, the bulge grows.

I climb onto your thighs, sit and again ask if you trust me. You say without hesitation that you do. As the words come out, you feel your bra strap come undone and a slight gasp comes from your mouth. I take the palms of my hands, slide each hand under an end of the clasp, and slide the straps outward toward your arms, gently, massagingly, pressing your back as I go.

The pressure of my hands feels like a tense iron as you feel your shoulder muscles begin to loosen and long for more. My hands continue past your shoulders and down your arms until our hands meet. After I move the straps over your fingertips, I lean down resting my bare chest on your back, clasp each hand in mine, and gently squeeze. Your back is so soft on my chest and you feel the ever-expanding bulge on your butt cheek. Another gasp escapes from your lips. I whisper gently in your right ear, how I have dreamed and longed of this moment. I have played the scenario over and over in my head and like a symphony that has been practiced for years; it is now time to perform. I also tell you that I will draw this out as long and pleasurefully as I possibly can.

I gently squeeze each hand and then tell you to lift your torso off the bed. You understand that I want to remove your bra and you lift. I slide the bra out and drop it on the floor alongside your other clothes. Tempted as I am to put it on my head and wear it, there will be time for humor later, besides it would be lost without you being able to see it.

I slide myself backwards, down toward your ankles. As I move, I am sliding my hands down your back. You feel my fingertips grip the edge of your panties and you instinctively raise your hips. I slide your panties down and off your ankles. I hold them for a minute; place them near my nose and inhale, smelling you for the first time. I smile thinking how good that smell will eventually taste. I look back down at your nakedness and the smoothness of your skin, even from behind, so beautiful, so desirable. My bulge grows a bit more.

I figure since I am at your feet already, I will start there. I pick up your left foot and when it is perpendicular with your body, I squeeze your toes together and ask you if it is too hard. You gently moan saying that it feels good. I continue to squeeze your toes and gently squeeze rhythmically onto your foot and up to your ankle. From there I move onto your calf and continue to squeeze massaging your calf to your knee. Your leg resting against my chest, you are nearly numb from the relaxing movements. Suddenly you feel moistness on your big toe. It startles you back from your dream state.

It takes a moment, but you finally realize that I am sucking on your big toe. It feels so good, as my mouth pulls your toe. This is a sensation you have never felt before. You feel a tingle move up your leg, to your pussy. You feel its moistness increase and wonder how sucking on your toes can feel so good. I gently kiss the sole of your foot and place it down. I pick up the right foot and repeat the same procedure. As I begin to massage around your right knee, your anticipation of me sucking on your right big toe has the moistness flowing. You tense when I gently grip your toe with my teeth and pull. A bolt of pleasure streaks up you leg faster than the tingle and sets into your moist crevice. You think to yourself if this feels this good, what can be next.

After placing your right foot down, I move your legs apart with ease as your body has become like putty in my hands. You hesitate for a minute thinking you might be embarrassed about the moistness between your legs and then the thoughts of pleasure you just experienced leading to what pleasure you might yet feel relaxes your muscles. Your legs slide apart with ease. I position myself in between your thighs and again beginning with the left side; begin rubbing your outer thigh mashing your flesh in my hands as if I was kneading bread. Once I reach the base of your ass, I stop moving up. I move from the outside of your leg and place my hands on your inner thigh and begin to knead your inner thigh with my hands so close to your moist slit I can feel the heat, tempted, I resist and move slowly down toward your knee.

Once there I resume my position between your legs and repeat the same process on your right thigh. Once I reach the top of your thigh, the base of your ass, my hand gently brushes against your moist lips, but intentional or accidental. To you that thought lasts but a second and it is gone, it really did not matter, for it sent a quiver up your spine to the nape of your neck that covered your body with goose bumps. You lay there with your face down, not being able to see what is next, you want so much, right now, yet have no words to express those thoughts. Then suddenly ...

You feel pressure on your ass and you feel a hard throbbing bulge pressed into your ass crack and my chest again lies on your back. Suddenly my hand is moving your hair behind your right ear and I whisper, "How do you feel?" Without waiting for an answer, I turn your head, our mouths meet lips open, and tongues darting at each other like combatants, wrapping around each other like it was a wrestling match. Passion is the only word that comes to mind as your teeth gently bite down on my lower lip and pull. As you let go, I withdraw my tongue from your mouth and, yet you do not want the kiss to end, so your tongue follows. Once you have your tongue in my mouth I close my lips on it and suck hard. It feels like your tongue is trapped in a vice. Yet the chills and shivers are back and running throughout your body. You feel your pussy dripping with juice like it never has before. You wonder if you just urinated. No, you have just had the first of, what you anticipate now to be many orgasms.

I let your tongue go and your body goes limp. I ask you if your alright and you just moan "uh huh." I just smile and slide slowly down your back and position myself between your still separated legs. I reach down and cup your ass with my thumbs firmly against your anus -- I give a mighty squeeze and my left thumb slips slightly into your back hole, just enough to send another jolt throughout your body like you were hit by lightening.

I relax my grip thinking that I hurt you, but you relax and tell me you were just pleasantly surprised. I then tell you it would be the first of many pleasantries. You just sigh and say o.k.

I move my hands up to the small of your back and rub your back alternatively between firm and extremely gentle, you complain that you are ticklish. I ask you if it feels good or not, you say yes. I ask if it is too ticklish to continue, because I can stop completely or I can go on. Just the thought of being left in the state that you are in is unimaginable, so you tell me to continue.

I continue to massage your back and shoulders for a while occasionally rubbing the sides of your breasts as my hands move down your sides. Then you feel my lips on your shoulders kissing your skin, gently licking on occasion. I kiss across your shoulders and down your back, back and forth. Slowly with occasional licks and nibbles, tasting you in an exquisite fashion and we both enjoy every touch of my lips, tongue and teeth.

Once I reach the bottom of your spine, I turn over and now straddle that well massaged and kissed back, facing your feet. Again, I lean down and this time you feel my erection in the upper middle of your back. You open your eyes and see my knees are nearly parallel with your head. My stomach is at your lower back and my hands are again gripping your ass cheeks. I look back at you and tell you, "I love you." You tell me that you love me too and as the last sound comes out of your mouth, you feel my hands spread your ass cheeks apart and then my tongue on your anus. The feeling is overwhelming, something you have never felt before and to be honest with yourself never thought you would. However, as good as it feels you now wonder why. As my tongue licks around and darts in, that stormish feeling comes across you again. You wonder how you could have another orgasm without any of the normal sexual parts being touched. Yet, there it is.

Suddenly, you feel my head pressing in between your legs and spreading them apart. The smell of your juices is wafting up into my face and making my mouth water. The aroma is enticing and irresistible. I cannot take it any longer; my tongue follows the crack of your ass down to the beginning of the split in your pussy. My nose is encased in your sweet smell and I am intoxicated with your scent. My tongue hits the bottom of your pussy and like a basketballer hitting a three pointer at the buzzer for the win in a championship game, my senses go into overdrive and I taste that sweetness. I can barely resist delving in and just licking you until you are as dry as a desert rock. Oh, the will power that it takes. Nevertheless, I made you a promise that this would be an experience of a lifetime and I am just getting started. I keep reminding myself that when the time is right I will bury my full face into that pussy and lap up all those sweet juices and possibly, yet happily drown.

I slowly climb off your back to allow myself to reorganize my thoughts and regroup myself. I keep telling myself "this is for her," "this is for her." As I stand next to you, I ask you if you are all right. You tell me that I am extremely mean for teasing you like that. I apologize and tell you that it was not in the plans, but I was overcome but am back on track now. I ask you to roll over. You look at me and see my extreme hard on through my boxer shorts, but wonder how, because I was fully dressed when I came in. You do not bother to ask, because it has only been about 20 minutes, but it seemed like hours.

As you roll over, I see those beautiful breasts and extremely hard nipples. You appear slightly embarrassed and begin to cover up. I tell you you are beautiful and I want to see. You lower your hands. I glance over your body as you glance over mine, still wondering why I still have my boxers on. I look at every part of your front, as I already know every inch of your back, quite well. I look over your stomach and just smile. I say it must have been hard, referring to the c-sections. As I see your pubic area cleanly shaven, I smile even wider. I glance back at your face and ask how you knew? You just smile and said I mentioned I like bald pussy once, years ago. I again reiterate how much I love you. You reply that I am not the only one out to please that day.

I lean over and kiss you deeply, passionately. I move off your lips to your left cheek. As I get close to your ear, I tell you that what I did to your back I am now going to do to your front. You groan and tense a bit. I continue on to your neck without hesitation and with combination of kisses, licks and small bites, I work my way around your upper neck and chest. When I approach your left breast, I feel your hand gently on my head not pushing or pulling, but gently rubbing. I drag my tongue across the top of your left tit over the top of your cleavage and across the right breast. Then I move down a fraction, moisten my tongue, and drag it back the other way. This continues slowly working my way over your breast until I get to your left areola. There I stop, look at you, your head is arched back, and your body seems to quiver when I lift my mouth off your breast. I blow gently on your nipple and do not get the reaction I expect. There is a slight quiver, but little else. I begin to wonder if I have numbed your senses by to much foreplay. I think not, so I continue.

I moisten my mouth good and place my mouth over your nipple and see that you have not seen what I was doing, and I thrust my head down and your nipple enters my mouth and I suck and lick at the same time. You arch your back, thrusting your tit further into my mouth. I get your nipple firmly between my teeth and give it a gentle tug, you moan. So, I pull it a little harder, you moan a little louder. I yank it good and you yelp as another wave comes over you and you begin to wonder if you will pass out from the sheer ecstasy, you are experiencing. As I am sucking the one nipple, my left hand finds your other nipple and mimics my mouth movements on it. Now both nipples are being stimulated, one with my mouth and one with my hand.

Your hand has moved off my head and it is now draped over your head as if you were a damsel in distress looking for help. Then I change sides placing the right nipple in my mouth and pinch and squeeze the left nipple with my right hand. It hurts a bit, but it feels so much better, so you ask me not to stop. I continue for about another minute, gradually slowing my pace and tell you that I have to stop for now, but will come back. I promise.

I begin kissing, licking and nibbling the underside of your breasts and stomach. I only stop to lick your belly button a bit. O.k., a bit more than a bit. I eventually continue past your belly button and the aroma of your wet pussy is even more intense than before and I cannot believe how pleasantly pungent it is. It is delectable and knowing that I am going to feast on your juices and push you over the edge with orgasm after orgasm just makes me want you more.

I reach the top of your crack and I place my hands on both sides and pull apart to expose your clit, which is already red, and so inviting. I stick out my tongue and give it a quick flick, which sends shivers throughout your body. I continue to lick gently at your clit back and forth. Then I hesitate and stick out my tongue as far as it will go and place the base of my tongue on your clit and slowly drag my tongue all the way back into my mouth until the tip is connected to your clit and I close my lips around your clit and give a tug with my teeth.

Again, you shudder and your hand is back on my head, it feels like you are trying to push me away, but then you pull me closer. I felt like a teeter-totter not knowing which way you want me to go. I shake your hand away and stick my tongue down to the initial territory I tasted of your sweet pussy; the bottom of your crack near your ass. I stick out my tongue and drag it slowly up your crack pressing it against your crack so when the right moment comes along ... My tongue pushes into your pussy full tilt and I begin lapping up your love juice as if I was a dog at his favorite watering hole. It goes as deep as it can into your velvety folds of your love crack. I swish it around so that any juice that might not have made it all the way out would not escape. You are thrusting your hips in rhythm with my tongue lashes and this must be how two people can make beautiful music without instruments.

After I ensured that you came at least two more times, I begin to slow my tongue lashes and begin to lick around the outside of your beautiful crack. Again, your hands have left my head. They have gone back over your head, you look like you completed a triathlon and won. Again, I ask you if you are all right, you reply yes. I just smile and ask if I have fulfilled my promise, do you feel more like a woman than you ever have before, you simple say, "yes but we are not through yet."

Taking Care of Amber



Chapter One

Cassie and I had a date that Friday night and I had been looking forward to it all week. It had been several days since we had had much time together, which meant that we'd had no sex either. Since Cassie has an-eighteen-year-old daughter, sex is out of the question unless Amber is asleep or we have it at my apartment. And since the walls are thin, sometimes sex is still out of the question even if Cassie's daughter is asleep. We were going out for dinner; a movie and some time alone back at my place later.

When I got to her place, a ranch style three-bedroom house, I found her in the bedroom packing. She looked flustered as she quickly packed a suitcase that already looked more than full. When she looked at me, Cassie smiled a little sadly and sat down on the bed.

"Going some where?" I asked with raised brow.

"Last minute fuck-up, Jack," she sighed. "We almost lost one of our best accounts and I have to fly to Chicago tonight. I'll be gone for a week."

"What about Amber?"

Cassie smiled apologetically. "I was hoping I could talk you into staying with her until I get back. I know she's too old for a babysitter but I hate leaving her alone. You never know what might happen. Besides, Amber likes you and there's no one else I can turn to."

It was my turn to sigh. The bit about Amber liking me is true but not exactly in the way Cassie would like to believe. I'm not a big expert on people but I know when someone is flirting with me, and Amber flirts heavily with me. The problem is that I like her flirting and I'm attracted to my girlfriend's daughter, even though I didn't intend to take it to another level. One night, not to mention an entire week, alone with her could spell disaster. But I could hardly tell Cassie that.

"I'll make it up to you when I get back," she grinned.

"Meaning?"

"I'll fuck your brains out next weekend," she promised. She stood and walked to me, then pressed one lovely, soft hand against my crotch. "I plan to wear your gorgeous cock out when I get back."

"Well, I can hardly say no to that," I groaned. "But, unless you plan to do it now you better take you hand away."

She laughed. "Thanks, Jack. I really will make it up to you."

"I'll hold you to that."

I left and drove home quickly to pack some clothes and headed back to Cassie's house. I got back just in time to pull in beside a taxi and help her carry out three suitcases and a garment bag. Amber and I stood in the drive beside my car waving goodbye as the cab disappeared down the street.

"You want pizza tonight?" 

"I forgot. You don't cook."

"Not much."

She shrugged. "I like pizza."

I have to admit that I couldn't help looking at Amber while we ate. She's very beautiful and sexy even if she is only eighteen. Like her mother she has long blond hair that looks as soft as satin and a slender face with deep green eyes. She's just an inch or so under her mother's five feet, eight inch height, with Cassie's slender body that is beginning to mature nicely. After we finished the pizza and cleaned up, Amber and I sat on the sofa to watch television.

"You gonna be able to make it?" she asked suddenly.

I looked at her with a dumb expression on my face not understanding what she meant.

"You and mom were supposed to screw tonight," she laughed. "Now you have to wait another week."

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this," I said feeling distinctly uncomfortable.

"Why not? I know what you and mom do when you're at your apartment. I heard her talking to you a couple times about it."

"Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn't listen in on your mother's phone conversations."

Amber, sitting at the opposite end of the sofa, turned so that she was facing me and lay down. I felt the weight of her feet on my lap suddenly and looked down. I have to admit that she has beautiful feet and, because of that, I was tempted to push them from my lap. I knew what would happen but the truth is that I wanted her feet resting on my lap. And it wasn't long before my cock began to grow and I was certain that she knew I was becoming erect since her left foot rested on my bulge.

I figured, what the hell? It had been several days since I'd gotten laid and I was horny. Without really thinking about it I began to caress her feet, gently playing with her exquisitely shaped toes, wishing I had the courage to raise them to my mouth so I could feast on them. I looked at Amber's lovely face and was stunned to see her watching me. Neither of us said a word as I continued to touch her feet.

I knew when Cassie asked me to stay that this would happen. My breathing had become shallow and my pulse raced as I held her incredibly soft feet in my hands. I wanted so bad to make love to her, even though I knew it was wrong. When the movie we'd been watching was finally over I sucked in a big breath of air, relieved that it was finally time to go to bed.

"Time for bed," I said with a voice I hoped didn't reveal my arousal.

"Awwww, Jack. Can't we stay up a little longer?"

I shook my head. "It's almost midnight. Besides, I'm tired."

"Can I ask a favor?" She sat up and pushed a strand of soft blond hair from her pretty face. She hesitated for a moment then blurted, "Can I sleep with you?"

"I, ah, don't think that would be a good idea, Amber," I said quickly.

"Why not? Mom let's me sleep with her."

"That's your mom, sweetheart. Somehow I don't think she would like you sleeping with me."

She shrugged her slender shoulders. "She doesn't have to know."

"Amber..."

The truth is I had planned to lie in bed and masturbate. Sitting on the sofa so long with her feet in my lap, holding them in my hands and wanting to feast on them, had made me so horny I didn't think I could get through the night without relief.

"Please?"

I sighed. "Ok, but not a word to your mom."

I walked around the house checking doors and turning off lights. By the time I got to Cassie's bedroom, Amber was already in the double bed with the comforter pulled up to her chin. Her pretty green eyes were on me as I turned out the light and walked around to the other side of the bed.

I stripped off everything but my boxers and slipped under the comforter and rolled on to my side. Amber was on her left side facing me, her eyes open and looking at me. She was so beautiful and desirable that I lay staring at her for several minutes. As it had been earlier on the sofa my cock was hard and throbbing and I realized as I lay looking at her that I had made the wrong decision in letting her sleep with me.

It was impulsive but I suddenly reached out and lay a hand on her topmost leg. While we locked eyes I slowly caressed her leg, feeling her soft skin on the tips of my fingers. She didn't object and I moved my hand up along her hip then onto her small back. To my shock I found that Amber wasn't wearing anything but a pair of panties.

I gently rolled her on her back and lowered my face until my lips touched hers. I felt them part slightly and accept my tongue into her mouth. I nearly exploded then as I kissed her sexy mouth. Her arms went around my neck and I knew that she accepted and wanted what I was doing to her.

I pushed the covers off of us and trailed kisses down her soft neck to her budding breasts. She groaned when I took a nipple in my mouth and began sucking. She combed her fingers through my hair as she held my head while I alternated between her pink nipples, sucking on them gently.

I kissed her flat, taught tummy, her thighs and calves, then sucked and licked her pretty feet while she watched. As I made love to her feet with my mouth we locked eyes. It was the most erotic sex I had ever had in my life. So young and sweet and sexy. Amber raised her small, firm ass as I pulled her panties off.

"You are so beautiful," I said in a husky voice.

"Thank you."

"Have you ever...you know..." My voice trailed off not knowing how to put it in words.

"Fucked?"

I nodded.

"No," she said with a small shake of her head. "Does it really hurt?"

"Yeah, it does," I confessed. "But you don't have to do it."

"I want to, Jack." Her voice was small and sweet. "I want you to fuck me so bad."

I looked at her for a long moment, saw the way her bottom lip quivered with desire, and quickly took off my shorts. I'm not that well endowed – six and a half inches cut – but I saw the way her eyes sort of glazed over when she looked at my hard meat. I lowered my body until I hovered just above her small body and took my cock in one hand, then rubbed the head between her wet, slippery pussy lips. She gasped each time it passed over her sex-swollen clit.

"Are you sure?" I asked as I pressed the head at the entrance to her fuck hole.

She nodded. I pushed and saw her eyes widen. This time her mouth opened wide, as well, and she gasped loudly. I could see pain etched on her pretty face as I pushed slowly inside of her pussy. Finally, I pushed through her hymen and she screamed. I stopped and waited.

"Would you like me to pull out, baby?"

She shook her head no, her lovely face twisted in a grimace of pain. 

I waited for another minute and when I felt she had relaxed some I pushed again. This time I managed to slowly slide my cock inside of her. I pulled out slowly until only the head was left in, and then pushed again. In and out I fucked her slowly until suddenly I felt Amber fucking me back. I looked into her pretty face and saw her smiling.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No," she said shaking her head. "Not much, anyway."

"How does it feel?"

"Different...kinda good, though. I like it."

We began to kiss again, our tongues dancing together as our hips rocked back and forth. I was hotter than any time in my life, hardly able to believe that I was actually fucking this gorgeous young girl. 

"It's starting to feel so good, Jack," she said after another few minutes. "I like you fucking me."

"Where did you learn to talk that way?" I asked jokingly.

"From watching you and mom."

She laughed at the expression that crossed my face. "I've been watching you guys for a long time."

"I ought to cum in you for that," I growled playfully.

"MMMMM!" she exclaimed. "That sounds hot."

"Yeah, but you wouldn't think so if it made you pregnant." My voice was thick with lust as I locked eyes with her. 

A long minute went by before she finally answered in a soft, small voice, "I wouldn't mind having your baby," she said softly.

"Amber..."

"I love you, Jack." Her voice was soft and small as she stared into my eyes.

I couldn't believe that this young girl had just said she wanted to have my baby and that she loved me. We just stared at each other while our hips moved together, fucking slow and easy. I had never encountered a situation like this before and I didn't quite know how to respond.

"Your mom would kill me."

"She doesn't have to know it's your baby." Amber slid her small hands down my back and onto my ass. She lightly squeezed my ass cheeks. "Make me pregnant, Jack."

"You're so young, baby," I argued gently.

"I'm old enough to take your cock in my pussy," she countered.

I just looked at her. "Do you really want to have my baby?"

She nodded. "More than anything."

"Oh, baby!"

I began to really pound her pussy, fucking her faster and harder than before. She grunted with each hard thrust of my cock into her pussy but she kept up with me. Her legs went around my waist and held me tightly as she pulled my face to hers. We kissed deeply, passionately, with wild, eager enthusiasm. Our tongues struggled together as we kissed.

"Make me pregnant! Yes, Jack! Fuck me! FUCK MY PUSSY AND MAKE A BABY IN ME!"

Two more thrusts were all I could take. I shoved my cock inside of her one last time and groaned loudly as my cock exploded. Rope after rope of hot, thick baby seed spilled into Amber's pussy as she slipped into her own wildly passionate orgasm. I could feel her pussy contracting and gripping my cock fiercely as she convulsed. We held each other tightly as our bodies rocked with the storm of our orgasms, and it seemed a long while before I finally rolled to one side.

Amber rolled over and came into my arms. I held her tightly to me, kissing her sweet young face as my hands stroked her soft back and ass cheeks. I held her beautiful, sexy young body close to me throughout the night, hoping before I fell asleep that I didn't make a mistake I would regret.

Chapter Two

I lay in bed early the next morning, my mind playing catch-up as I stared around Cassie's bedroom slowly remembering why I was there. Then it all came back to me as I turned my head and saw the most incredible eyes staring at me. I had made love to my girlfriend's young daughter last night. Neither of us spoke as we lay together and images of the night before began to filter through the haze of waking up.

Then I recalled Amber's plea that I cum in her unprotected pussy and make her pregnant. I remembered how aroused I had become hearing this beautiful young girl telling me that she loved me and wanted to have my baby. For some unknown reason that declaration had triggered an orgasm so intensely passionate that I came harder than any time in my life.

Now, in the light of day, that action seemed less arousing than it had last night. Even though Amber's assertion that her mother didn't have to know I was the father – providing I actually impregnated her – I was certain Cassie would most likely put two and two together. Following that line of thought I had no idea what kind of trouble I would be in once my girlfriend realized the identity of the father. 

Then something soft touched my stomach and I groaned. Amber smiled as she slowly pushed her hand down between my legs and gently grasped my cock. Before I had time to blink, it seemed, my cock betrayed me. I was hard again and my young lover's hand felt wonderful in spite of the misgivings I'd had just moments ago.

"Such a nice cock," she said in a voice soft and low.

"You like that?" I grinned.

"I love it."

Amber rolled on top of me and her long blonde hair shrouded my face as she lowered her lips to mine. She may have been a virgin before last night but she could definitely kiss. The feel of her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth was breathtaking. I groaned softly into her mouth as we kissed gently.

While we kissed I cupped her small breasts and gently rubbed her hard nipples with my thumbs. She groaned and kissed me more passionately, her young, slender body moving against mine. When I began to lightly pinch and pull Amber's nipples she cried out with unmistakable lust and desire.

"I want to suck your cock," she breathed into my mouth.

"I'd like that."

She grinned at me. "Unlike fucking, I have sucked cock before."

"So you have some experience at the task in question," I grinned back.

With a 'watch me' expression, Amber moved down until she straddled my legs and lowered her lovely face to my hard and waiting cock. I can't tell you how many times I had secretly fantasized about seeing Amber's lovely face between my legs preparing to take my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Though I had known it was wrong and told myself countless times that it would never happen, it was intoxicating now that it was actually going to happen.

She locked eyes with me and, holding my throbbing cock between thumb and index finger, she trailed the tip of her pink, wetly glistening tongue up the shaft and around the head. I gasped loudly, my face contorting into an expression of pure delight. She teased me with her tongue; her pretty lips spread in a wide grin as she pleasured me with her delightful tongue.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked with her soft voice.

"Very much," I said breathlessly.

"I love giving you pleasure."

"Just watching you licking my cock is pleasure enough."

"But this isn't the whole package," she grinned.

Before I could answer, Amber took the head into her mouth and lowered her face until the tip of her pretty nose touched the brown pubic hairs of my cock. I groaned loudly, my stomach tensed with pleasure and I reached for her head. Holding Amber's head in my hands and watching her as she serviced my cock was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

Her pretty head bobbed up and down, twisting from side to side and giving me more pleasure than I thought possible. The feel of her velvet-like throat felt incredibly wonderful every time she took me to the back of her throat. Suddenly, the knowledge that I may have made her pregnant the night before didn't seem so ominous. In fact, it quickly became the catalyst that added more fuel to the raging fires of my lust. I could almost see her sexy tummy swollen with my baby growing inside.

"That's it. Suck my cock, baby," I hissed. "Suck me hard so I can cum in your hot mouth. I want you to taste the seed that's gonna make a baby in you."

"MMMMM!" Amber cut her eyes to my face and I could see that the notion of drinking my seed was at the top of her list for things to do today.

I began rocking my hips, fucking her young face with wild abandon. She let go of my cock and gripped my hips with both hands as I continued to rock my hips wildly. I felt the result of her wet, hungry mouth as cum began to slowly bubble up from my balls. Only seconds remained before I would fill Amber's mouth with my seed and that thought finally sent me over the edge. 

"OH, FUCK!" I screamed. "I'M CUUUUMMMMIIIINNNNGGG!"

Amber drank every drop thirstily as I began filling her mouth with the same seed I shot into her delightful cunt the night before. Rope after rope of thick cum exploded from my cock as she groaned her pleasure. Finally she milked every drop of cum from me and crawled back beside me with a pleased look on her beautiful young face.

"So, how was it?" she asked grinning.

I shook my head as I gasped for breath. "It was amazing!"

"I really do like the taste of your seed by the way."

I sucked in a deep breath and rolled onto my side. "I'm wondering what your pussy tastes like."

"There's only one way to find out," she winked.

I needed no further invitation. I scooted down between her slender legs and stared with wide, lust-filled eyes at the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen. Amber shaved and there was not a blemish to the soft, pale skin of her mound. The pink of her pussy glistened wetly and I could feel my mouth salivate with an eager thirst that surprised me. 

Without a sound I lowered my face and began kissing and licking the soft skin of her thighs. When my lips and tongue finally made contact with Amber's mound, she groaned softly. I could feel the intense heat of her sex, her glistening flower as I hovered just above her. The aroma was like pure woman and I suddenly pressed my lips to her pussy with a loud groan.

"Yes!" she hissed, taking my head in her hands and rocking her hips slowly. "I like that!"

I tasted every part of my young lover's womanhood, reveling in it and eagerly devouring her with my tongue and lips. Amber whimpered softly when I pushed a finger, then a second into her slick, wet fuck hole. She began to ride my face, her hips moving back and forth as my tongue lapped at her swollen clit. When I sucked her little nub into my mouth, she screamed with desire and grasped my head tighter.

"Oh, fuck yes! So fucking good! Eat me, Jack!"

My young, sexy lover transformed suddenly into a wild animal as her hips moved frantically, bathing my face with her slick juices. I held onto her hips as I continued to devour her clit, driving her closer and closer to an orgasm. And I knew she wasn't far from cumming. The crazed, wild-eyed look of lust on her face, the spasmodic way her sleek hips jerked and the guttural, incomprehensible sounds that came from lust-twisted lips spoke volumes. She was close.

"I'm gonna cum, Jack!" she cried out suddenly. "Oh, fuck, baby! You make me feel so good! Please make me...I'M CUMMING! YESSSSS! EAT MY CUNT!"




Taking Care of Amber



I had to hold on for dear life as Amber slipped into a deep, mind-blowing climax. She screamed her desire loudly while her hips moved frantically, her whole body shuddering with an overwhelming release. Then she was still and I lifted my head to look into her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she gasped for breath.

We lay side by side holding hands for a long while. I could hear her breathing returning to normal. Finally after several minutes Amber rolled onto her side and kissed my cheek. One small soft hand lightly caressed my chest and stomach as she looked at me.

"That was the most incredible thing that's ever happened to me," she smiled.

"I'm glad you liked it," I said, returning her smile.

"You are the most fantastic lover." She slipped her hand further down until it collided with my cock and grinned. "It looks like you're ready again."

"I think you could keep me hard, baby," I laughed.

"Oh, yeah, I like that." Her eyes shone mischievously as she looked at me. "What should we do about it?"

"Speaking for myself I'd like to feel it sliding back inside your hot little pussy."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Amber straddled my hips and reached down to grasp my cock. I watched as she guided the bulbous head to her wet lips and positioned it at her fuck hole. With a groan she slowly began to lower her body, taking me inside of her inch by inch. We gasped in unison as she took me inside of her.

"You like fucking me, Jack?" she asked with a lust-filled voice.

"I love fucking you, Amber."

"You like young girls like me, huh?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. I love feeling my cock inside your young pussy."

"Oh, baby, fuck me!"

I looked into Amber's desire-filled eyes that were so beautiful and probing as she gazed back at me. I moved my hands down her smooth back as she rode my cock slowly. Hearing her talk dirty to me, something that had never happened before was so arousing that I almost came. She groaned softly, lustily when I gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. Her eyes widened when I slipped a finger between her cheeks and began to caress her tight little asshole. A soft gasp of pleasure came from parted lips when I pushed a finger into her ass.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

I pushed a second finger into her ass and Amber gasped loudly. Then, without warning, she pressed down on my chest with both hands and began riding my cock furiously. As she pumped my cock with her pussy I finger-fucked her ass, my fingers becoming like pistons inside of her. She tilted back her head and fucked me with a savage abandon I'd never experienced before. Suddenly, I felt her pussy contracting as she had an orgasm, followed a minute later by a second one. My young lover was definitely aroused.

"I want you to cum in me, Jack! She hissed. "Shoot your baby seed in me!"

Her face was twisted in a mask of pure unbridled lust as she looked down at me.

"You want to have my baby?" I asked breathlessly.

"Yes!"

I pulled my fingers from her ass, gripped her cheeks and raised my hips from the bed. I dug my heals into the bed and began to pound Amber's sopping wet pussy. Each thrust into her was hard and fast, shoving the head up inside of her with a force that nearly took her breath away. She growled her desire and fucked me back with the same wild abandon.

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried out.

Suddenly that became our mantra as both of us neared orgasm. We couldn't stop saying it as we clung tightly to one another. Our bodies were covered with sweat as we moved frantically together seeking release. Looking into Amber's eyes I shoved my cock deep into her one last time as my cock exploded, filling her with cum. I could feel her pussy tightening, contracting around my cock as she came hard. Tiny mewling sounds issued from our mouths as we spent ourselves together.

Amber collapsed on top of me and we lay together for a long while, neither one saying a word. I held her body close to mine and pushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead. She was so beautiful. As I lay staring at her I wondered what the days and weeks would bring. I also realized that if she really wanted my baby she would get her wish because I would be unable to resist her. As for Cassie and what she might think, well, that was a bridge I would have to cross when I came to it.



Taking Care of Aunt Sue



In the summer of my eighteenth year, my uncle fell off his roof and broke his back. My mother asked me to go stay with them and not only finish the roofing job my uncle had started but to help around the house. Mom apologized for ruining my summer and that she would make it up to me so I didn't tell her that I didn't mind going at all. My Aunt Sue may have been my mother's sister but she wasn't like mom at all. Aunt Sue was old but not as old as my mom and she dressed sexy, looked sexy, and always acted sexy. I was looking forward to spending time at her house.

I arrived at their house early and Aunt Sue opened the door still dressed in her nightclothes. Although she was wearing a robe, it was sheer and I was sure that I could see her nipples through it. When she saw it was me she grabbed me and hugged me burying my face between her large almost naked boobs. I could smell her perfume, it became a scent I will never forget, and I can get hard with just a whiff. 

"Jason I'm so glad you're here to help, I don't know what I'd do if you couldn't come. I know you're losing your summer but I'll try my best to make it up to you."

Just being nestled here between her tits was already more than enough payment for my summer. 

She grabbed my hand,

"Let's go back and see Jimmy, I know he'll be glad you here."

We walked into Uncle Jim's room and I was shocked at how he looked. It was if he was in some mid-evil torture device with ropes and pulleys supported by weights. I knew he must be full of pain medication by the look on his face. His nurse was there, an old bat that looked mean and nasty. My aunt smiled broadly at her husband,

"Look Jimmy, Jason is here to take your place while you're laid up."

She put her arms around me and gave me a squeeze, her boobs pressing into my back.

The next morning I got up early, ready to get on the roof and finish my uncle's repair job. While I was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal Aunt Sue came in wearing a string bikini. She really was too chubby to be wearing such a skimpy bathing suit but all I saw was how much of her body was exposed to my eyes.

"Jason, while you're on the roof I thought I'd lay out back and get some sun. Would you be a dear and rub some lotion on me before you go up."

We went out back where she had a towel, a book, and a bottle of suntan oil. She lay down and I began to rub lotion into her back and shoulders.

"Be a dear and undo my strap I wouldn't want to stain my new suit with that nasty old lotion."

With trembling fingers, I released the hook holding her top on and felt my dick harden as I massaged the oil into her back and thighs. When I was done, she turned over and thanked me while she held her top up with her hand.

I climbed to the roof watching her the whole time and as I worked I snuck a peek at her every chance I got. When I heard her call my name, I looked to see her standing at the bottom of the ladder.

"Jason, would you like to join me in a cold drink, I know that if I'm hot and thirsty, you must be as well."

I noticed she had still not rehooked her top and was holding it with her arms against her sides. In the kitchen she reached up to get the glasses and her top fell to the ground.

"Oh that is so embarrassing,"

she said, and then calmly bent over and picked up her top from the floor. She covered her boobs then turned around and asked me to hook her up again. When she turned back, I swear she looked right at my boner, and then she looked me in the eye and smiled. The rest of the day went without incident with me on the roof and her lying out back in the sun.

That night after I'd gone to bed Aunt Sue came in to check on me. She was only wearing her nightgown, not even her robe and I could plainly see the brown rings around her nipples. She first asked me if everything was all right and then she sat on the bed beside me. She put her hand on my cheek and again thanked me for taking her husband's place on the roof.

"I know it must sound silly to you but I wish you could take his place in other things around here."

"Aunt Sue you know I'd be happy to do whatever I could to help."

"Well I don't mean chores, I mean more like taking over as the man of the house."

As she said this, she bent over and I could look right down her gown to see her tits. It was then that I realized what she was talking about; she wanted me to take over pleasing her from Uncle Jim. I didn't know if I could do it, I mean I could do it, me and Barbara Sue had done it lots but she was just a kid like me. Aunt Sue was an adult and that had to be different. She slipped her hand into my PJs and put it around my hard-on.

"When I saw this today, I knew I just had to hold it."

That was all it took for me to shoot off right in her hand. I was mortified; here I was trying to act like a man and I cum just like a little kid.

"Oh Aunt Sue, I'm so sorry---"

"Hush, don't worry about, this will make you last longer."

She went to my bathroom, brought out a washcloth, and then cleaned us both up. I was already hard again and once my PJs were down around my ankles she climbed on top of me. She reached down and took me in her hand, then put me inside her. I lay there watching as she began to ride me up and down. She leaned forward and I picked up one of her boobs and put her nipple in my mouth. Even though it was my second time, I still didn't last very long but she said I was good and even thanked me for a good time. 

That was pretty much how my summer went; I would work on the roof by day, as my aunt would lay around the back yard in various stages of undress. Every night she would come to my room and we would make love. As I got better at pleasing her, she began to show me what she wanted from her man, as she now called me. By summer's end, I had her climaxing along with me. I couldn't wait to get back to Barbara Sue to show her the tricks I'd learned.

When summer was over and I had to go back home Aunt Sue introduced me to Uncle Jim's new nurse. His name was Rolf and by his looks, I could tell he not only would be replacing Uncle Jim's old nurse, he would be replacing me as well.



Taking Care of Business



My boss, Bill Gordon, the VP of marketing, had scheduled an all-day meeting with representatives of one of our biggest clients. Being the assistant VP meant that I had to spend the entire day with a bunch of out of shape stuffed shirts with egos the size of their bank accounts. Not my favorite way to spend a

Friday.

I tried to look on the bright side, I was being taken to one of the nicest restaurants in town for lunch on the company.

On the other hand, I usually was able to leave early on Fridays. This way I could get home to my North Side condo and get ready to go out and hit my favorite lez bars to pickup a willing woman for some hot and heavy sex.

Since I broke up with my long-time girlfriend, I wasn't looking for any relationship. One night stands were perfect. And I had no trouble finding willing partners for those. You see, I'm a 28 year old 5'8" brunette weighing in at about 115 pounds. I have medium size breasts that really need no support, a tight ass, and long legs. My hair hangs about 4 inches below my shoulders and has a slight curl to it. Girls have told me my hazel eyes are very expressive. I use little make-up, a little lip gloss and a very light touch of mascara. My mother told long ago not to mess with the beauty God gave me. You know how mothers are!

Well, since I was stuck in the office until at least 4:30 or so, I figured to be as comfortable as possible. I knew the air conditioning didn't keep the

conference room very cool when the afternoon sun hit it. The vertical blinds were next to useless, too. It was probably going to be very warm in there.

With that in mind, I wore a light-weight summer dress, no stockings or hose, and only a demi-cup. I normally let my brown hair hang loosely around my shoulders but decided to pin it up loosely. When I checked myself in the mirror, I decided I liked the look.

I got to work a little early and tried to get some other work out of the way before the meeting. All too soon, Bill paged me and told me the clients were here.

"I'll be right there," I said into the intercom. I kept getting this ugly picture in my head of a bunch of old men in expensive Italian suits with suspenders holding their pants on below their bulging bellies. Probably bald with bad comb-overs but thinking they were hot shit. Oh God, let this day end soon. I was soon to want this even more for entirely different reasons.

I walked into the conference room and saw the three client reps. As I expected, one was an old man with a large stomach and a bad comb-over. He had sweaty

palms, too. The second man was in pretty decent shape, about 40 but of no interest to me. I missed the names of the two men and had to have them

repeated. I did catch the name of the third member of their party. I wasn't about to ignore her.

She was introduced as Jennifer Garfield. She was in her early 20's and stood about five and a half feet tall, slender, with bright blue eyes. She had very

short blond hair that was almost white from the summer sun. She wore thin, rimless glasses. Glasses have always been a turn-on for me, maybe it's the

intellectual look they give. Like me, she wore little makeup. From what I could tell from the light summer suit she wore, her frame matched perfectly with her height.

As we sat down at the conference table, she took a seat across from me. I thought nothing of it beyond sisterly solidarity, at first.

Several times during the course of the meeting, I caught her looking at me but every time I turned to look back, she was studiously studying the handouts or

the graphics displayed on the screen at the head of the table. She was extremely cute.

We took a break, and she and I both went to the ladies room. After taking care of business, I was at the sink washing my hands when she came to the sink next

to me. We both stood there and I had absolutely nothing to say! I can sweet talk girls all night long at the bars, but with her I was tongue-tied!

She finally said, "I wish I'd worn something like you have. It's getting a little warm in there."

"Yeah, it is," I said. God, did I sound stupid! This very attractive woman was trying to talk to me and I could only mouth stupid, strangers-on-the-train type

responses.

I managed to say, as we walked back to the room, "I'm afraid it'll only get worse this afternoon."

"Oh, I was afraid of that," she said.

We spent another couple hours in the conference room with her apparently looking at me and me never able to catch her eye to confirm it, while Bill went over

sales projections, benefits, and the rest of the nonsense people tend to tune out when it goes on too familiar, too long, and too hot.

Finally we broke for lunch and we went to a popular steak house across the street. The men ordered cocktails and beer. I went with iced tea, knowing how

alcohol completely drains me on warm days (especially in boring meetings where I should look attentive and interested). I noticed Jennifer also order iced tea.

I also ordered light: grilled chicken salad with ranch dressing. Jennifer told the waitress, "That sounds good. I'll have the same, please. Thank you."

I smiled at that, I like people who are polite to waitresses and other service people. I waited tables in college and knew how unthinkingly cruel people can

be. I thought this would be a good way to break the ice with Jennifer.

"I think that's really very nice that you thanked the waitress. I used to wait tables and believe me, it can mean a lot," I said.

She blushed slightly and said, "Oh, I always do that. My mother taught me to be polite to people who are helping you."

With that, we started to talk to each other. Sitting at one end of the table, we could exclude ourselves from the typical male bonding rituals of the business

lunch.

"You seem young to be an assistant VP. You must be pretty good," she said.

Accepting the compliment, I said, "Well, it took a lot of hard work and late nights, but I think it's worth it."

"Does it affect your social life? I noticed you don't wear a ring," she continued.

She noticed that, did she? It might just be simple female curiosity, but I planned to find out.

"Well, I keep my Friday nights open," I returned, "and since I have a workstation set up at home, I don't usually have to come in on the weekends. There's also a gym near my home that I go to fairly regularly. So, in answer to your question, I do get out."

She looked thoughtful, "So, is there anyone special in your life?"

Gender-neutral I noticed. "No, not for almost a year."

"Oh, was it difficult? Several months ago, I broke up with my lover after three years, and I felt bad for weeks after," she said.

Still gender neutral, so I decided to keep it going in that vein for a while, if only to keep my hopes up about the pretty young blonde I was with. "We were

together since college, but I noticed problems a few years ago that just kept getting worse. The biggest factor was not talking about what was bothering us."

"I know, that was our problem too," Jennifer agreed. "I'm not sure that talking would've solved everything, Terry had a roving eye, the horny bitch!"

I was so amazed to hear that kind of language from such an innocent looking face that it took me a moment to realize she said "bitch" and not "bastard." She

must have realized her slip as she turned red and looked down at her salad.

I reached over and placed my hand on hers, whispering, "Jennifer, your lover was a girl, wasn't she?"

She nodded glancing at the other end of the table but the boys were too wrapped up in how their golf games were shaping up. I smiled and squeezed her hand again, reassuringly.

"Jennifer, would you like to get together after this meeting. Drinks, maybe dinner? We can talk, if you'd like. No business, I promise," I asked, crossing my heart with a little grin. "Just two friends getting together for a chat."

"Yes, I'd like that. I was afraid you would think I was some kind of pervert." There was still a little fear in her voice but I quickly cured that.

"Jennifer, I'm gay. I like women." I was so proud that I was able to get that out without hesitating. Sometimes, particularly in professional situations, I

hide in the "closet." I did whisper it though. Bill knows but it was no business of our customers, except the lovely girl across from me.

The little blonde smiled happily, her eyes seeming to twinkle behind her glasses, and said, "My friends call me Jenny."

After that, we got dragged into the conversation with the men but they were talking baseball now and I like the sport. Jenny was fairly knowledgeable about it as well. Soon, Bill signed the check and we went back to the office.

The conference room was uncomfortably warm. Jenny took off her suit jacket, draping it over the back of her chair. The men did the same but I only had eyes

for the lovely blonde in the well-fitting white blouse across the table from me.

The afternoon seemed to drag on and on. Now that I had definite plans for the evening, I couldn't wait to get out of there. I became somewhat distracted as

well when Jenny loosened the top button of her blouse. It didn't expose anything but it caught my interest in a way pie charts and bar graphs never could.

Jenny must've been similarly distracted (by me?) as she had to have a question directed at her repeated.

Finally, at 3:30, Bill asked if there were any other questions. Our guests all shook their heads and we ended our meeting.

Gratefully, Jenny and I went out into the corridor where it seemed it was 20 degrees cooler. (It was actually only a few degrees difference.) Bill and the

other men were going to go down to the lobby bar for some more cocktails. He asked us if we were interested in joining them. Since it really wasn't an

invitation, we all got on the elevator. I stopped in my office first, to get my briefcase and shut off my computer.

Jenny made a point of standing right in front of me, and was pressed back against me, thanks to all the people who got on with us. There was no way she

didn't notice my breasts rubbing her back. She seemed to confirm my suspicions when she moved her shapely ass back and forth briefly. I inhaled the scent of her perfume and felt my nipples harden against her. The elevator got to the lobby and we exited. I wished our offices were ten or twenty floors higher.

She and I had a drink to be polite and made our excuses. Bill looked at me with a slight smile and told me to have a good weekend.

Returning to the lobby, I said, "You're not going to be stuck in the city without a ride, are you?"

"No, I can take a train later," she said. "Where to?"

"Depends on what you're interested in, drinks or dinner," I said.

"How 'bout both? And maybe some dancing later?"

I smiled, "Sounds great! Let's go."

I hailed a cab and directed it north to a little place I know for some drinks. We didn't say much, but Jenny sat closer than necessary with our legs touching. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

Pulling up at the bar, I paid the driver and saw him looking out of the corner of his eye smirking. Having already caught him ogling us in the backseat, I said, "Hey buddy, your tip is knowing that we'll be together tonight. Let your imagination wander."


Jenny laughed, "God, remind me not to get on your bad side."

I laughed as well, saying, "I can be a real bitch when people are rude to me or my friends."

Finding a booth in back, I signaled the waitress. As she came over, I noticed Jenny staring at the place.

After ordering, I asked, "Your first time in a lesbian bar?"

"Yes," she admitted. "I never had the guts to go to one before. The women are all attractive." The last said with a trace of surprise.

As we sat and chit-chatted about trivial stuff, I felt my attraction to this little elfin blonde increase. I think she was feeling the same. She took off her glasses to wipe off one of the lenses and, as usual with pretty girls who wear glasses, she had beautiful eyes. She smiled at me when I briefly put my hand on her leg while making a statement about the bartender and her harem of girls. She just drank it all in. She also placed her hand on my leg.

We had a couple of drinks there then walked down to a little bistro at the corner. Again, we both ordered light. I joked, "You're eating a first date-type dinner. Trying to impress me?"

"Is it working? But I really don't eat very heavy meals too often when it's warm like this," she replied.

The dinner conversation continued like this with a give and take. Soon, though, we finished our meal and decided to head to a dance club that was also nearby.

Jenny was quite pleasantly surprised to see all the couples dancing were women. We danced for several hours, my favorites were the slow dances when I could

hold Jenny close and inhale her sweet-smelling hair. I think she enjoyed those the best too.

When we both had enough, we found ourselves on the sidewalk. I asked her when the next train left and looking at her feet, she said, "I hope not 'til

morning."

"Would you like to come home with me?" I asked.

"I'd love to!" she said, looking up with a big grin.

That's all I wanted to hear. I hailed another cab to head home. This driver was very courteous and I tipped him very well when we got to my building.

Jenny admired my apartment as I showed her around. She seemed most impressed with the bedroom and the bathroom. I felt very happy I spent the money to redo

the bathroom with the large shower stall.

Jenny looked at me, her eyes gleaming behind her lenses, "I'm all sweaty from the dancing and the heat. Mind if I take a shower?"

"Of course not!" I replied.

I got out towels for her and got ready to leave the room when she quietly said, "Don't go. Please stay with me."

She sounded so shy and looked so adorable I had to agree. Who wouldn't? We didn't say another word as we both stripped. Her body was just a beautiful and

sexy as I imagined. From the sideways looks she gave me and her accompanying smile, I guess she liked what she saw too.

I turned on the water, and as I leaned in to check the temperature I felt her hand caress my bare ass. She was getting bold. I liked that.

I finished fiddling with the controls, turned and saw her looking at me.

"You ass is so soft and firm," she said.

Reaching for her glasses, I thanked her. I set the light frames on the countertop and reached up to undo my hair.

"No, don't do that. Your hair looks very pretty like that," she said.

I left my hair piled up on my head, a few stray wisps dangling along the sides. We stepped into the shower and I took her in my arms. Her naked body felt

wonderful against mine. We swayed to some imagined music under the soft spray. I looked down and lifted her face to me, kissing her lightly on the lips.

Jenny pressed her lips back against mine and I opened my mouth, letting my tongue trace the outline of her soft lips. She opened her mouth and accepted my

tongue, gliding hers along it, sending shivers down my spine.

I was overcome by this young woman. In so short a time, she was affecting me more deeply than any lover I'd ever had. I was scared but happy and giddy at the same time. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt anything like this.

As if she read my mind, she quietly said, "I feel very comfortable here in your arms, Cindy. It's so comfortable, that I'm kind of scared!"

"Ssh. It's okay, I'm scared, too," I admitted. I held her tighter and ran my hands along her back, more in comfort than anything else.

We gently kissed again but it soon increased in intensity, feeding off the arousal we had both been feeling all day.

As we kissed, Jenny's leg slid between mine and her thigh began to rub against my slit. Her right hand drifted down my back to squeeze my ass cheek. This

supposedly innocent girl was really getting to me. I pushed my thigh between her legs and felt her pubic hair rasping against my skin, then her lips parted and I could feel her moistness on me. I slid my hands down to her asscheeks, pulling her against me.

We stood there getting hotter and hotter until we got hit by a spray of cold water. Shrieking, we scrambled out of the shower and dried each other off. The brisk toweling off quickly got us heated up again.

I put my arm around her waist and she did the same while resting her head against my shoulder and we walked towards my bed.

She reclined in the middle of the bed and I, after loosening my hair, crawled over her. Laying on top of her, covering her warm nakedness with my own, I again kissed her. My hair fell around us creating a soft canopy around our heads, as I moved my crotch back and forth against hers. Our pubic hair rustled with the movement.

"I love your hair, it's so thick and soft," my little elf crooned.

I rubbed my hand across her short hair and whispered, "Your hair is beautiful, too." And, as she was about to protest, I cut her off with a deep kiss.

After several moments, I kissed my way down to her hard nipples and began sucking, alternating with gentle bites. I lingered here for a few minutes,

getting Jenny good and hot.

I resumed my erotic journey, finally reaching my destination. Her little tuft of blond hair was an invitation to me. I licked up some lingering moisture

from the shower until I got closer to her slit to happily discover that the moisture here was from our mutual arousal.

I began to lick the fleshy folds and to thrust my tongue into her, swallowing all the juice I could. Jenny began pushing up into my face, as if to get my

tongue in deeper. All the while, she was groaning in increasing intensity.

As I ate her, her increasing arousal caused me to increase the intensity of my tongue action. Soon, she was crying out and really bouncing on the bed. I had

a hard time keeping my mouth centered on her hot, dripping pussy. Finally I just touched her hard little clit when she came. I was sure the entire North Side heard her.

I kissed her pussy as she came down but she squeaked every time I touched her sensitive flesh. It was so cute, I kept doing it until she grabbed my head and

whispered, "No more, please!"

I crawled up next to her and held her trembling body until she relaxed against me. Looking at me with those bright blue eyes, she said, "I love you, Cindy."

Scared by this admission, but thrilled to hear it as well, I told her, "I love you too, Jenny."

"I'm still scared, though," she said.

I hugged her naked body to mine and admitted, "I'm scared too, but I think that's okay. Love can be scary."

She looked so happy, I kissed her gently. She kissed me back passionately and said, "I'm going to lick your pussy until you scream out loud!"

With that, she crawled between my legs and began to play and lick my pussy. Looking down between my legs, I saw her beautiful face as she performed her oral

magic on me. She saw me looking at her and smiled. Believe it or not, I could feel her smile as she tongued me. I got goosebumps then.

Soon, the goosebumps turned to shivers of pleasure as she increased the tempo of her tongue action. Already turned on from making love to her, I was very close to orgasm. She sensed that and pulled away every time, laying there with her chin resting on her left fist and her right fingers trailing through my brown fur with a mischievous grin on her face. When she felt I was sufficiently calm, she would resume her oral assault.

This innocent little blonde was a maniac when it came to cunnilingus. She could teach me things, and I've been eating out women since I was 18!

Soon, she stopped teasing me and let my passion build until it crested explosively. I yelled out her name when I came, "Jeennniiiieeeee!!!"

When I opened my eyes, she was looking down on me, resting her right hand on my breast, smiling. I reached up, ran my fingers through the short golden hair on her beautiful head before pulling her down to me.




Taking Care of Business



Dylan Saunders sat back into his overstuffed leather recliner, in the darkened den, watching the final minutes of his latest production unfolding on the screen of his expansive television. On the screen, twenty year old Trish Abrams, a slim, petite redhead, with thin, wire-rimmed glasses, sat nude atop a toilet, her face, a contorted mask of determined effort. A sound, like that of crackling fire logs, soon emitted forth, ending in a final muffled thud, as Trish released a long-winded, conclusive grunt.

Gasping slightly from the exertion, Trish slumped, pushing her delicate glasses further up the bridge of her nose with one finger. She remained seated atop the toilet for a while more, looking around her, but seemingly acting oblivious, while the camera continued its jerky movements, spanning in for closeups of her body, as its unseen owner circled slowly around her. 

Finally, Trish raised herself from the toilet. She was rather diminutive in stature, her physique almost devoid of feminine curves, making her seem almost boyish in appearance, had it not been for her wavy, cascading sheen of fiery red hair. The camera's capturing lens, scanned her body, scrolling down her small, round breasts, their peaks accented by rosy-pink nipples, dipping down across the flat plain of her belly, ultimately ending at the juncture of her thighs and the nestled, bare smoothness of her perfectly groomed vagina. The exposed expanse of her flesh was covered with a light speckling of freckles, which went as far as adorning the pale globes of her buttocks, displayed in all their splendor into the camera's frame, as Trish turned around to step aside. 

No words were spoken throughout, no contact, whether physically or verbally, was to be established between the female participant and the cameraman, this being done in the purpose of retaining an atmosphere of intimacy, a sense of voyeurism, giving the impression that the participant was alone during these most private proceedings. 

The camera then focused on the vacated toilet, zooming in on the bounty of the freshly deposited contents within. The bottom of the bowl, presented a stark contrast of brown against gleaming, white porcelain, a clashing metaphor of pure sanitation and waste, its shades varying from those of rich, dark chocolate to the lighter color properties of toffee. Its textures were just as diverse, a mixture of clustered fragments, tapering off to smoother, lightly creased folds. The heaping mound was an intricate design of accumulated coils, making it almost impossible to discern where one began and the other one ended, with the sole exception of one upraised tip, which protruded proudly above the surface of the murky water. 

At this point, Dylan reached for his remote control, and with shaking hands, paused the tape, the frozen image of this elaborate creation filling the confines of his television screen. Unconsciously, his hand lowered slowly to the erection which had undoubtedly taken shape during the critical attention he paid to the revised material of the tape. As the editor of such productions, it was his job to review all completed recordings, and to make changes wherever appropriately needed. Overtime, Dylan thought he would eventually become immune to what he saw on a daily basis, but as his current erection attested to, such would not be the case any time soon. 

Over the course of his teenaged years, Dylan had, like all boys his age, developed an affinity towards the wonders of the female body, but something more had set him apart from the rest of his peers, whom only went as far as obsessing over the usual combination of tits and ass. Of course, the ass part was featured dominantly in his interests, but its role extended to much further levels, to create a rather unusual equation.

An equation Dylan might never have considered, had he not, at sixteen years of age, inadvertently stumbled upon his older cousin, as she occupied the bathroom, its door slightly ajar, unaware of his presence. 

It had been a hot summer day, and Dylan remembered a family gathering of some sorts, a barbecue, he recalled now, as if it had happened only yesterday. After an afternoon of tossing back countless glasses of lemonade in an attempt to keep the stifling heat at bay, he had entered the house, to make an urgently needed pit stop. He would have charged into the bathroom in his haste to relieve himself, but a sound from within stopped him abruptly in his tracks. He listened at the rustled turning of pages, presumably of a magazine. The rustling would occasionally pause, the following silence punctured by subtle inhalations and exhalations, slight feminine moans, and dispersed, hollow splashes. All of which might have been interpreted in a sexual context, had it not been for the present circumstances. Dylan even briefly thought that his cousin might have slipped away to engage in a spontaneous session of masturbation, but the ensuing splashes soon indicated otherwise.

His curiosity getting the best of him, Dylan hovered closer, peeking through the gap of the door, being careful about not revealing himself. There, his nineteen year old cousin Kelly, sat on the toilet, slightly hunched forward, holding a magazine and casually flipping the pages. Her long, blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail, two errant strands framing her sweat-sheened face. She wore a tight, pink halter top, her large breasts filling it prominently, straining against the fabric. A pair of blue denim shorts, and a hint of light pink panties bunched together around her ankles, her sandal-clad feet peeking out from under them. 

After several more minutes, Kelly cast the magazine aside, tore off a few sheets of tissue from the adjoining wall dispenser, and proceeded to clean herself. Dylan watched with baited breath as she then discarded the soiled tissue and got up, pulling her shorts and panties up in the process. As Kelly turned around to press down on the flush handle, Dylan hurriedly scurried off to the nearest bedroom, waiting until he was certain Kelly had returned outdoors, before allowing himself to venture, once again, towards the bathroom. 

Having temporarily forgotten about the urgent state of his bladder, Dylan entered the bathroom, surprised at what he unveiled while unzipping his pants, releasing a very rigid member from between the metallic indentations of his jeans, acknowledging it as one of his very first erections. He had to wonder if this was simply caused by the prolonged holding back of its contents, or more interestingly, because of what he had just witnessed. He then began urinating, at the same time, becoming aware of the lingering odor left behind by Kelly's recent expulsion, even despite the cleansing air drifting through the open window. 

Soon, Dylan was back outside, looking on as Kelly lay sprawled on a lawn chair, munching on a hot dog and reading the same magazine she had brought with her in the bathroom. From that point on, and to this very day, that was a moment Dylan would never be able to rid from his thoughts. Rather, it would play a much bigger role in his life, over the course of the next upcoming years.

Dylan was taken out of his reverie, and back to reality by the authoritative tone of his roommate and fellow collaborator, Eric Foster. 

"Hey dude, are you done with that tape yet? Josie's gonna be here in an hour, and you're the one who's gonna be filming her."

Dylan tried to regain his composure as best he could, as he tried to formulate words.

"Ummm... yeah, I think this copy is good to go. All we need to do now, is prepare the packaging and put it up on the site for promotion."

Dylan hurried towards the television, ejecting the tape from its player, the transfixed scene of prominent brown, replaced by the sudden, loud hiss of white static, the hypnotic sight and sound propelling him into yet another flashback... 

As he got older, Dylan continued to live with the burden of his secret fetish, not trusting himself to impart his thoughts to his friends, fearing he would be viewed as some kind of freak. He felt ashamed, and almost wished he could erase all memories of that fateful day, which had involved seeing his cousin Kelly in a whole new perspective. 

All this remained a weight on his conscience, until the booming evolution of the Internet. It was a medium which had opened doors to a whole new dimension, and where almost nothing was taboo. Through chat rooms and websites, Dylan soon found himself in the comforting presence of like-minded people, who amazingly shared his interest in the aspects of human defecation, and that's when he realized that he had finally found his true element. 

After a many chat session, Dylan had bonded with two particular types, Eric Foster and Josh Anderson, with whom he had shared countless conversations on the subject which he was forced to keep contained for so long, his frequent, pent-up arousals being released in the guise of frantic masturbatory episodes fuelled by his growing fantasies. While the encounter with Kelly often dominated his thoughts, Dylan soon found himself imagining other women in this scenario, often taking the form of his girlfriends, or even simple acquaintances from college. 

The Internet proved to be a virtual store catering to diverse fetishes, and the demand for defecation was no exception. As a result, many people launched their own online businesses, specializing in specifically themed merchandise, often garnering a loyal clientele in the process. 

Which is where Dylan got the inspiration to start his own online business, sharing his idea with Eric and Josh, who were all too willing to join in on this venture. 

Now, two years later, their online business was established, and thriving as strong as ever. While college fees proved to be a rather strenuous expense, Dylan, Eric and Josh had agreed to share housing accommodations, all the while, running their part-time business from home. 

The guys shared a three-storey townhouse, which conveniently enough, included three bathrooms, which on most days, would allow for simultaneous videos to be filmed. To their surprise, they received quite a lot of replies to the ads they posted on their online website, which recruited girls to participate in their videos. Mostly, the willing participants were college students themselves, who also needed additional income to get through school. Others, simply thought it would be an original gift to offer to their spouse or boyfriend. It was amazing to see just how far some of them would go for a little extra money or attention.

Whatever the reason may be, they now had at least a dozen long-term participants on board, as well as a steady influx of regular customers. While all this was quite an achievement in itself, the guys always wished for the introduction of new faces aboard their project. 

After Eric had left, Dylan had logged on to their website, checking up on current orders, and posting an announcement about upcoming releases, when the phone suddenly rang. 

"Hello?" Dylan answered, just as he finalized the latest details on the site, and shut the computer down.

A silence followed his greeting, which made Dylan irritable. As Eric had earlier stated, Josie would arrive soon, and he had to set up, hence, that gave him no time to play games.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Dylan prompted, ready to hang up, when a small voice suddenly spoke. 

"Umm... yes... is this Dylan from the ummm, website that sells... poop videos?"

"Yes it is. How may I be of service to you today?" Dylan asked, his impatient manner instantly replaced by his most courteous and professional tone. 

"Umm... well, you see... I was thinking that maybe... I wondered how one goes about.... being in one?"

Excited at the prospect of bringing a new participant onboard, Dylan launched himself into a detailed explanation of the business's specifics, down to the distribution of the salary. 

Once again, there was a lengthy pause, and Dylan feared she might have hung up, but then he was relieved when he finally heard the small, uncertain voice. 

"It's really foolish of me to even be contemplating this. I kind of need a job right now, and I'm really having trouble finding something. Plus, my parents and I aren't on the best of terms, so I can't really count on them for support... Oh gosh..." she finished, letting out a nervous giggle. 

"I understand." Dylan encouraged, pressing her further. 

"Anyway, like I said, I can't believe I'm doing this. What if someone finds out?" she asked, her voice rich with skepticism.

"The best part about our business, is that we respect our participants and their anonymity. If one wishes not to reveal their face on camera, we can make sure that doesn't happen." Dylan said reassuringly. 

Another long pause ensued, presumably so that the girl could contemplate that revelation. 

"Well, I've come this far, so it would be kind of stupid to back out now... Umm... when should I do this?"

Dylan considered for a moment before answering,

"Well, usually I'd let you decide on your own terms, but we have a rather busy schedule for the rest of the week, so how about you drop by next Monday?"

"Ummm, yeah sure. That sounds okay."

"Okay, great! By the way, you haven't told me your name. Just so I can add you to the schedule."

"Oh yeah, sorry. It's Sarah. Sarah Whitmore."

"Okay Sarah, I'll be looking forward to seeing you next Monday, and thanks for your interest in joining us. I know it's a bit daunting, and you've been very brave in coming forward."

Afterwards, they both set a time, preferably a time of day during which Sarah was most accustomed to having a bowel movement, then Dylan gave instructions on how to get to his location, hung up, then made final preparations before Josie's arrival.

The following Monday, Dylan eagerly awaited Sarah's arrival, while Eric and Josh were both busy overseeing the filming of two videos in progress. After the appointed time had come and gone, Dylan feared Sarah had had second thoughts and would not show. From where he stood, he concentrated on the sounds coming from the den's bathroom, as Rebecca Porter released a long, guttural groan, which was followed by a loud splash, and heavy panting, indicating that she had at last won her arduous battle against an obviously stubborn turd. 

Dylan began wondering how Sarah would go about taking a shit. Would it require a lot of pushing on her part, or would her anal offerings be expulsed effortlessly? 

It turned out he would not have long to wait before finding out as the doorbell rang. Not wanting to seem too eager, he made his way casually to the door, opening it to greet the sight of the girl standing on his porch. 

Sarah looked up at him, then swiveled around, her gaze glancing furtively, as though trying to reassure herself that nobody she knew would notice her here, somehow certain that everyone would automatically know the purpose of her visit. 

Noticing her obvious discomfort, Dylan invited her into the concealing confines of his home, shutting the door behind them. He took this opportunity to formally introduce himself and to assess her as subtly as he could, so as not to give the impression that he was staring. He guessed she was approximately twenty years of age, 5'4" and 120 pounds. She had shoulder length, brown hair, and from what he could see in this light, minimal makeup was used to accentuate her soft, hazel eyes. 

It was mid-September, and yet, the colorful leaves were a false testament to the Indian summer which was presently in their midst. Sarah obviously took every advantage of the last remaining balmy days of the season, by wearing a loose fitting, short-sleeved blouse, and a knee-length floral patterned skirt, completing the whole ensemble with low-heeled flats.

Upon final inspection, Dylan concluded that Sarah's appearance was not outdone or imposing, but rather, refreshingly plain. A trait that he encouraged rather than dissuaded. In no way, did he require the participants of his videos to look glamorous. Rather, he wanted natural young women that the consumers could associate with and relate to. 

Dylan proceeded to familarize Sarah with the key points of what the video productions entailed, when he was suddenly interrupted by the rumbling "whoosh" of the overhead toilet, followed by a deep, male voice mingling with playful, female laughter. They both looked up to see a lightweight, Asian girl descending the steps, followed by a burly man with a goatee and baseball cap, wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt, and faded, torn jeans. The Asian girl was in the process of buttoning up her open blouse which exposed the peaks of her braless, dark nipples, talking animatedly to the guy behind her. 

At the bottom of the stairs, the girl noticed Sarah, and gave an approving smile to Dylan.

"I see you've found yourself a new one. Good job!"

"Thanks, Zoe." Dylan said, rather modestly. 

"Zoe, this is Sarah. Sarah, Zoe."

The two girls smiled and shook hands. Sarah noticed that Zoe's blouse still revealed a hint of perky breast, a fact that Zoe didn't seem to notice, or perhaps purposefully chose not to acknowledge. 

The guy with the baseball cap put his arm around Zoe, as he began heaping extensive praise upon her. 

"This here is our pride and joy. She's what keeps our business afloat, so to speak. Zoe sold more videos than all of the other girls combined. No disregard towards the other girls of course, they all work very hard. But Zoe here is something special. She shits like a horse and she just makes them keep coming back for more. This is a first class, grade-A turd maker. Speaking of which, she just laid six, huge beauties in your upstairs toilet. I thought we'd need the plunger to get it all down!" the capped man enthused, emphasizing his point by lightly pinching Zoe's butt. 

Zoe squealed and giggled like an excited school girl, before turning her attention to Sarah. 

"Well, good luck. As you can probably tell, the guys here like it when you lay it on thick. If you know what I mean. The bigger your stash, the bigger their wad of cash. And let's not forget their other wad." Zoe said, bursting into uncontrollable fits of giggles again. Sarah just smiled faintly, not really sure how to respond. 

Dylan scheduled a time for Zoe to make her next video, and after hasty farewells, she left on a breeze. 

"She really has life into her", the capped man observed, whose name Sarah soon found out was Josh. 

"Well bud, the bathroom upstairs is free for you. I'll go take a look downstairs to see how Rebecca and Eric are doing. They've been down there an awfully long time."

"Well, you know how Rebecca is. It always takes her forever to pinch a loaf." Dylan commented. 

"True, true... So, I don't want to keep you any further. I'll extend Zoe's sentiments and wish you good luck, Sarah." Josh said, adding,

"I'd really like to see you in action, but I don't think my good friend Dylan would let me."

"Not a chance. You never let me film Zoe, so, we're even." Dylan joked. 

With all bantering aside, Dylan led Sarah upstairs, into the bathroom. 

"Pheeew! Zoe sure knows how to raise a stink!" Dylan exclaimed in mock disgust, noticing how Sarah crinkled her nose slightly. 

In order to divert Sarah's attention, Dylan suggested, 

"So, how about we start setting up? I hope you don't mind shitting in the nude? What we do is we take into consideration what the customers suggest, and we then follow certain themes. Sometimes they want to see women wearing business attire, other times, it will be provocative lingerie. Lately, a lot of people have been requesting nudity, so that's the theme we've been following throughout our last several productions."

Sarah shrugged nonchalantly, indicating her consent, watching as Dylan prepared the camcorder.




Taking Care of Business



"Okay, so just a few more minutes, and you'll be able to start undressing." Dylan said, removing the camcorder from its tripod. He turned and noticed that Sarah stood in the doorway, fidgeting nervously, and suddenly, he was afraid she might turn and bolt. 

"Hey, what's wrong? If you're still concerned with the whole identity thing, we can arrange it so that nobody sees your face." Dylan reminded her.

Sarah suddenly found it in herself to speak, saying,

"I'm not so sure about this anymore. I don't think I can do it." she said, looking timidly down at the floor. 

"What do you mean? You don't think you can shit? No problem, we can reschedule, or you can come back whenever you feel the need to go."

"No... what I mean is... I think I have to poop, but I don't think I can do what those other girls are doing. Pooping while some guy gawks at me with a camera."

Dylan searched his mind frantically, for an alternative, some mutual understanding. He would hate to see her go, and lose someone who seemingly had great potential. 

"Okay... Would you be more comfortable if I wasn't in the room? I could set the camcorder on the tripod. It's not really the ideal position, since it won't be able to capture the different angles, but if it's the only way you'll do this..." Dylan trailed off, not wanting to make her feel guilty for the restrictions she was imposing, yet, he was willing to do anything to compromise.

"I suppose so. Sorry If I'm kind of messing up your plans." Sarah said apologetically. 

"Don't worry about it. Like I mentioned before, we're always willing to accomodate our participants. We want to ensure they have the most positive experience possible. Okay, so I'm going to mount the camcorder on the tripod, and then, I'll give you some privacy to go about your business. Hold on just a sec here... alright, everything's good to go. So, just turn on the camcorder before you start undressing. I'll be in the bedroom down the hall. I'll come back to check on you in a half hour, that should give you enough time."

With that, Dylan exited the bathroom, leaving the door ajar, making sure his footsteps were loud enough to reassure Sarah that he was retreating away. 

He reached the bedroom, then waited several seconds before silently retracing his steps back towards the bathroom. Suddenly, he was once again that curious sixteen year old boy, spying on his unsuspecting cousin, only this time, it wasn't his cousin at all, but rather, a very attractive young woman. 

Dylan had returned just in time to view Sarah in the beginning stages of undress. She was facing the camcorder as she undid each of the small buttons of her blouse, exposing the white, concealing cups of her bra. The light material sweeped back across her shoulders, and fluttered in time with the motion of her hand as she set it on the adjoining counter top. 

Next, she reached behind her, fumbling with the straps of the lacy, white garment, exposing her twin, paramount summits. Sarah discarded her bra, and hesitated for a few seconds, looking around her, and Dylan feared she suspected his hidden presence. Yet, his worries proved unfounded, as she proceeded to loosen the draw strings of her flowered skirt, until it gathered at her feet like a blossoming meadow. She kicked off her shoes, and only her white, satin panties remained. Dylan licked his lips as Sarah grasped both sides of her panties, leaning forward, her breasts swaying slightly, as she slid her panties down the length of her shapely legs, stepping out of them, displaying the triangular patch of her pubic area, which was obviously taken care of with much precision. 

Then, Sarah turned, giving Dylan an unobstructed view of her buttocks, a delicate, pear-shaped formation, the taut, creamy spheres separated by a long, deep crevice, accented by a faint, yet, distinguishable dimple just above the dipping cleft. 

Sarah stood before the toilet, stealing a glance within its depths, as though to make sure no unsavory objects lay therein. 

Satisfied that there wasn't, Sarah turned forward and lowered herself on the toilet. Dylan's breath caught in his throat, as he took in the sight before him. She was truly reminiscent of an artistic statue of a Goddess seated upon her throne. His heart hammered in his chest, and he wasn't quite certain why he felt so overwhelmed at this time. His work had allowed him to witness dozens of women taking a shit, he had even watched, on many occasions, as the turds emerged from the puckered, dilated outlet of their buttocks, yet, there was something different about being a bystander, seeing everything from a detached point of view. Somehow, it lent everything a kind of forbidden quality. 

From Dylan's sideways view, Sarah sat upright, her back straight, her breasts jutting out, erect and proud, her hands cupping her knees. She was for the most part motionless, except for her toes, which she rhythmically curled inward against the tiles of the linoleum floor, in the manner of a nervous child. 

After a couple of minutes, Dylan heard the steady hiss of liquid, as Sarah began urinating. The streaming flow persisted for a few more seconds, tapering off to a light trickle, then receding to mere droplets. 

Her bladder emptied, Sarah momentarily became still, then shifted her position, the plastic seat creaking protestingly under her weight. She now sat slightly hunched forward, her arms crossed over her stomach, her legs huddled closer to the base of the toilet, her feet raised on tip toes. 

For an immeasurable amount of time, Sarah once again sat unmoving, her gaze lowered and fixed upon a particular section of the floor, presumably to avert her attention away from the intimidating presence of the camcorder. Dylan began wondering if this was perhaps her usual way of defecating; by remaining expressionless throughout, simply waiting for nature to take its course. 

But soon, Dylan detected movement, as Sarah breathed in a deep inhalation, noticing how her whole body suddenly became tense. Her facial features altering as her brow creased, her lips pursed into a tight, compressed line. After several seconds, she released her contained breath, exhaling a shaky sigh, allowing her body to relax. Yet, her reprieve did not last long as she immediately launched into another silent push, this time, bowing her head, causing her hair to drape forward across her face. 

It was obvious to Dylan that Sarah was attempting to restrict the outward display of her exertions, which were only made barely discernible by the obligatory and repetitious pattern of breath intakes, occasionally punctuated by sporadic releases of flatulent air, which echoed against the porcelain confines beneath.

Overtime though, Sarah's efforts became more visible, progressing from subtle to pronounced, in her growing determination and insistence in purging her inner contents. Her inhibitions cast aside, her vocal exclamations became more expressive, her body movements less subdued. She had changed position, her hands pressed against her upper thighs, biting down on her lower lip, slightly red-faced from her administered, labored bearings, her stomach muscles contracting spasmodically, all these physical elements merging together to create the intricate mechanism of this ever-fascinating anatomical function.

Dylan silently coached Sarah throughout, feeling like an expectant father assisting his birthing spouse, his only regret, that he would not be able to witness the delivery of the formed specimen from an intimate perspective, but rather, by being kept at a distance. 

However, his disappointment soon dissipated as Sarah seemed to reach a breakthrough, made apparent by the beginnings of an audible moist, crackling sound of a turd making its exit. The crackling would stop as Sarah paused in her pushing, only to resume once her efforts were renewed. 

A light trickle of urine joined in the instrumental structure of its counterpart, both liquid and solid form merging and expressing the progress of their simultaneous evacuation. 

Dylan wasn't certain how long the crackling continued, but he estimated the turd must have reached quite an impressive length at this point. An estimation made quite accurate as the crackling once again ceased, indicating that the turd was undoubtedly hanging suspended from the shelter of its gripping orifice, before it would be mercilessly sent plunging to the shallow depths below. 

Sure enough, a resounding splash ensued, reminiscent of a heavy stone breaking the surface of a tranquil pond, finally landing and settling with a hissing, bubbly fizz.

Sarah slouched and released a long moan of both relief and exhaustive accomplishment, attempting to recuperate as best she could, her posture once again settling itself to challenge the next wave of expellation that her body now so powerfully signaled. 

This time, blessedly enough for Sarah, no excessive amount of effort seemed to be needed, as a second turd almost instantly made its presence known at the threshold of her passage, its crackling more precipitated than its predecessor, requiring just enough pressure to keep it moving along. 

Two deep splashes followed one another in rapid succession, and Dylan watched with fascination as Sarah bounced slightly atop the seat, seemingly attempting to dislodge a lingering piece, which reluctantly surrendered its clinging hold from its owner's buttocks with a slight "blip". 

At least one more turd pressed forward to complete Sarah's accumulated reserve, before she finally allowed herself to sit back and regain her composure.

Dylan waited several more minutes before knocking lightly on the door. Not only to give Sarah some time, but to allow himself, as well as his erection, their own time to get back into check.

"Is it okay if I come in?" Dylan asked cautiously, careful not to betray his daring indiscretion. 

"Sure, I'm pretty much done, but you might pass out from the smell." Sarah replied jokingly. 

Dylan entered and said,

"If I can survive Zoe's stink, I can survive anything."

Sarah had torn off a piece of tissue, and was tilted to one side, preparing to wipe herself. Dylan stood beside her, looking down and getting a slight hint of a glistening turd which had been deposited in the darkened abyss below. He took note of the odor which permeated the bathroom's claustrophobic surroundings. Since it did not offer the luxury of a window, the aroma was always more evident. He concluded that while strong and cloying, the odor primarily possessed all the natural properties of a healthy excretion. Just as she was reaching back, Dylan stopped her by saying,

"Wait, before you do that, let's have a look at what you've done. I don't want anything covering it up just yet."

Sarah straightened, tissue still in hand, looking up at Dylan.

"Oh yeah. Sorry about that." she apologized, getting up from the toilet. 

The both of them stood side by side, surveying the toilet's contents, Dylan doing so with an appreciative examination, and Sarah, with a more critical eye to detail. 

"I hope this is enough. I mean, it's probably not as much as that other girl, Zoe. I can try and do more if you want." Sarah made a move to seat herself on the toilet, fully intent on providing more than what she was actually capable of. 

With a gentle touch to her bare arm, Dylan stopped her once again. 

"No, this is fine. In fact, it's perfect. I don't expect all the girls to shit out a factory of turds. Zoe is probably the only one who exceeds everyone else's capacity. This here is a quantity that is much more common."

The quantity in question, consisted of four turds altogether, if one didn't count the minuscule nugget, which floated aside, apart from the other, more overbearing creations. 

The most substantial one, was approximately ten inches long, with a continuous, wide diameter throughout its length, slightly curved, with perfectly rounded ends. Two more pieces seemed to be the divided halves of the same massive turd, which had obviously broken off, judging from the jagged, uneven tips of the separate segments. Yet another, could have been best described as carrot-shaped, with its blunt, round beginning, which tapered off to a pointy ending. 

Dylan moved back, tearing his gaze away just long enough to dismount the camcorder from its stand. 

"We better get this on film while everything is still intact and before they start to dissolve." Dylan directed the camera downward, capturing a lingering shot of the results stemming from Sarah's fecal unloading. 

Afterwards, Dylan departed the bathroom once more, to give Sarah some privacy while she cleaned up and got dressed. feeling that after the way he intruded upon her, he owed her that much. When he heard the toilet flush, he felt regret over having to dispose of such a masterpiece.

Two weeks later, Sarah's grand introduction was made on the website with the long anticipated release of her first video. The film soon became an instant best seller and was getting nothing but rave reviews and requests for future material from this newest hot commodity. 

With a little coaxing, Dylan had persuaded Sarah to be the main attraction of more productions. Overtime, Sarah became more confident and more comfortable with her performance and the whole process in general, even allowing Dylan to be present with her, giving him the honor to act as the cameraman, rather than just the discreet observer, which to this day, Sarah still had no idea about. 

It was a blustery, snowy day in late November, and the holiday shopping season was in full swing, meaning more demand in terms of video production and sales. 

Sarah had just arrived to film her tenth video since the first time she stood on Dylan's doorstep, that fateful September day. As was customary, Dylan, Josh and Sarah always chatted upon her arrival.

"Hey bud, how about I let you handle this one today?" Dylan said to Josh, considering Josh's insistent pleading over allowing him the filming of one of Sarah's sessions. 

"Oh man, are you sure?" Josh inquired, his eyes lighting up like the many festive decorations which now adorned all the commercial and domestic venues of the city. 

"Sure, but only if it's okay with you, Sarah." Dylan turned towards her with an expectant look. It had taken a long time to reach this point of trust and ease, so he didn't want to violate all they've worked up to. 

Sarah seemed to consider for a moment, then said,

"Yeah, okay. I mean there's practically a dozen or so strange men that see me poop, and that do God knows what else when they watch my videos, so I suppose this can't be any worse. At least I know Josh well enough now, and if he does something naughty, I'll know about it." Sarah said teasingly. 

Josh's enthusiastic grin beamed from ear to ear, and he even went as far as enveloping Dylan in a spontaneous bear hug. 

"Thanks man! Next time, you can indulge in a session with Zoe."

"Umm, Josh? You're cutting off my air supply." Dylan croaked, trying to break free of Josh's embrace. 

As Josh backed away, Dylan handed Sarah the outfit she was to wear for her next video. Keeping with the theme of Christmas, all the girls had to wear black boots and stockings, a red velvet skirt trimmed with fluffy white fur, all topped off with a Santa Claus hat.

"Okay Sarah, are you ready to make some presents for all the nice boys and girls? Although, in this case, I have a feeling all the naughty ones will be getting some too. Let's give everyone some shit logs in their stockings instead of coal." Josh laughed, leading the way up the stairs, as Sarah followed him with her Santa Claus outfit in tow, looking down at Dylan with a smile, and shaking her head good-naturedly, disappearing from Dylan's view to retreat into the bathroom.



Taking Care of Business



Long distance relationships are the hardest, at least for someone as sexual as me; after one day of no interaction I thought my body was going to self combust. Brad and I had been dating for about a year and a half when he was shipped off to Iraq. I had made a promise to be true to my man, and I planned on keeping my end of the bargain. Besides, how much fun would it be to have all this pent up sexual tension just waiting for him to step off that plane? Poor guy wouldn't know what he had coming to him!

Brad and I had ways around the miles. Yes, he was busy, leaving to do field work or search for the "bad guys" as he often said. In those days he would call me and check in with his promised ten minute phone call. These were short and sweet since there really was no privacy. It was more to let me know that he was okay and missed me. 

Then there were those two precious days that Brad was safe in his make-shift bedroom and we would chat on the computer. I would start the conversation off fully dressed but one by one the clothing would come off and I'd be sitting in front of my laptop, lounging in my favorite recliner.... completely nude. The best days were when his roommate was gone and he had the place to himself. Thank God for webcams. 

Brad was amazing. He could type something naughty to me and I'd have a lightening bolt of passion hit me in the lower half of my body. I was never one for the whole "cyber sex" world, but ohhhhhh did he ever turn me on! There were days when I would cum so hard and be so exhausted that I'd be completely satisfied. Amazing how that works!

There was one day in particular that stands out in my mind. Brad had been deployed in the field a lot longer than usual- two weeks longer to be exact- and I hadn't heard a word from him. I'd walked around the house moping; masturbation without him just wasn't as fun. Suddenly I cranked on the computer and there he was, waiting patiently for me to log on and look for him. He didn't say a word and I was already getting those lightening bolts! Running up the stairs I quickly grabbed a few supplies and made my way back to the computer.

Brad was just as horny as I, and it took no time for him to be 'licking my nipples.' So let me tell you what I did about it.

Running my hand along my stomach, I slowly felt my way up to my bra. A quick snap of the clasp and my breasts tumbled out of the cup, the cold air hitting my nipples. My shirt was in the way, so I jerked it off over my head and slid the bra straps off my arms so I had full access. With both hands I pushed my breasts together, looking down at them I groped and squeezed until my nipples begged to be touched. Rolling a nipple between two fingers I watched it harden. Looking at the other nipple, I pushed my breast up towards my mouth. My tongue slithered slowly to the hardening bud as I flicked it, teased it....finally taking it in my mouth to suck hungrily. Just this little play was enough to make a wet ring on my panties. I could feel the ring grow, the more I played. It was enough to arch my hips forward into the air, looking for an invisible hand to stroke my pussy. Luckily Brad sensed what I was doing and told me to just enjoy and not bother to type. Not to worry, Brad. I didn't have an available hand anyway.

Abandoning my breasts, I slowly slid my hands down the side of my body, aiming at the remaining pants and panties. First I removed the pants. Looking down at my light peach colored thong I could see the wetness protruding through. Running my hands over my panties I could feel the wetness. I'd give anything at that moment to have Brad's cock in there, thrusting in and out of me....moaning in his ear. 

Thinking about him, I grabbed my crotch area and squeezed. I took in a deep breath and moaned, reading what he was typing. I was glad the windows were closed, or the neighbors would surely know what I was up to.

I hooked one finger on one side of the thong, the other finger taking the opposite side. Standing up from the chair I turned to a full length mirror that I happened to have in the room from last time. I slid my panties down ever so slowly, loving the suspense. Eventually my completely shaved pussy came into view, my hardened clit protruding. It took all I had to slow down, get the computer, and put it down next to the mirror where I could look and read at the same time.

Mmmmmmm, reading what he wanted to do with my pussy made me spread my legs in front of the mirror and watch my womanhood unfold before my eyes. It was such a beautiful pink, wetness everywhere. I made my fingers into a V and plunged down, pushing my fingers on either side of my clit, stroking both sides. Mmmmmmm was all I could say, trying to read and not throw my head back in pleasure. Sliding my fingers down, I gently reached the rim of my pussy to grab more wetness and rub it up and down....all over my clit. 

"Ahhhhh....ohhhh....." I said louder this time. Now sliding three fingers I spread my lips wide and circled my clit. Pushing against it hard I rubbed, and then made my way back to my pussy. I slid my middle finger in, as my thumb continued to rub the swollen clit. I still wanted more.

My thumb suddenly found itself in my pussy and my wet middle finger inched its way to the rim of my ass. At first my initial reaction was to clamp down hard and not allow access...but who was I kidding...I was obsessed with having a cock in my ass. 

Slowly I allowed my finger to push forward, but only ever so little. My hips were lifting off the floor as I watched every move in the mirror. I watched as my hips jutted up and my finger slid farther in my ass. I was moaning loudly now, and I knew I needed more.

Grabbing my large purple dildo, I licked the suction cup and expertly stuck it to the mirror. I told Brad what I was doing, and he obligingly talked dirty to me as I worked my way towards orgasm. Not that I couldn't have already cum five times, but I wasn't ready to stop the pleasure. Call me greedy, I don't mind.

Turning to get on all fours, I took my finger and loaded it with my own wetness, rubbing it on the dildo. Grabbing a vibrator, I was finally in position with the computer in front of me.

Brad directed me what to do, what he was doing to me.....The vibrator hummed to life as it touched my clit. "Ahhhhhhhh, mmm-mmmm-mmmm!" I called out as I humped it. Sliding it down, my whole hand was wet as I pushed it hard against me. Getting to my pussy I slid it in, not wanting to ram it inside me yet. I pushed my patience to the limit, and finally Brad gave me the okay to push back against the dildo. As it hit the rim of my ass, again I instinctively closed shut. Relaxing, I took a deep breath in as it slid into my ass. It was huge! I moaned in pain that turned to pleasure....what was I thinking, it was so thick and I didn't even have it all the way in my ass yet. Taking a deep breath I plunged backward and let out a startled "OH!"

Rocking back against it slowly, I continued to play with the vibrator; my clit felt so good that I found myself pressing the dildo in myself harder and faster. Ahhh, to have something so big in my ass! It felt amazing yet naughty all at the same time. 

I grunted and started to work up a sweat. I looked down to see my breasts bouncing as I pushed back and fucked the dildo. In one stroke I had the vibrator in my pussy, rotating between fucking myself and stimulating my clit. 

Brad was ready to cum on the other end, now watching on the web cam what I was doing. I decided to surprise him with a sneak peak. I bounced against the dildo and watched as Brad stroked himself quickly, a line of sweat over his brow. I looked directly in the camera and opened my lips; I clenched my eyes and moaned as I continued to ride the dildo. Grasping the vibrator with my fist, I shoved it in and out of my pussy, feeling it hit the inside of my body as the dildo tapped my ass.

A constant stream of short wails and "mmm—mmmm—uhhh-uhhhh" came from me as I fucked myself hard. I watched as Brad furiously pumped his cock until he blew a huge load which slithered down to his fist. He continued to stroke it slowly, still hard as I was still on camera.

I flipped the microphone on and came for him hard and loud, with the vibrator stuck in my pussy and the dildo as far into my ass as it could go. "UHHHHHH!" I wailed as the orgasm crashed over me and the wetness dripped from my pussy.

Pulling myself together, I smiled at the camera and adjusted it so Brad could get a complete view of my body. On my knees and completely naked I reached a finger down and took a swipe of my cum. I wrapped my tongue around my finger, looking at the camera, and I tasted. Mmmmm.

I noticed Brad was stroking himself again, and I knew I had a few more hours in me. I mean, what the hell....support our troops!



Taking Care of Business



It's hot and humid. You sit at work with your shirt halfway unbuttoned while your co-worker is detained with a slashed tire. I find my way to your room, slinking down the hall in my one-size-too-small grey pencil skirt and dark plum sky high heels and a low cut v-neck white tee. For a few moments, I stand in the doorway and watch a droplet of sweat roll down the back of your tanned and muscled neck before approaching silently behind you.

Sensing the change in the air and the aroma of my perfume, you start at first then slowly sit up knowingly. I smile, knowing you know, and step around you while I turn your chair to stand before you, stance wide. In one swift motion, I hike up my pencil skirt to my hips and lower myself into your lap.

I moan, pleased with the pressure of your hard-on against my clit then indulgently rub myself on your lap ever so slightly as my full weight comes down. Then I untuck my tee and pull it off, my warm, plump, heaving breasts directly in line with your face. Your nose and mouth caress over the roundness of each breast and linger momentarily in the valley between them before firmly taking my hips and lifting me to your desk.

Our breaths have deepened and our senses heightened. You can smell me and reach down to discover that I'm not wearing any panties. You run your finger from the base of the slick crevice to my clit with a moan of anticipation, your face close to mine looking into my eyes with heated intensity.

I lean away from you and slowly but purposefully pull your shirt from the waist of your pants, the gentle pressure of my hands working and the fabric sliding around your pelvis sending electricity to your center. After I pull your shirts off, my pace quickens as I unbutton your pants and tear open the zipper. My legs wrap around your backside and pull you firmly to me. My hand slides between us as I pull down your boxers and use you to rub up and down my slick crevice and circling the opening.

You quickly unsnap my bra and toss it aside as you take my breast into your mouth and I continue to stroke myself with your erection. When my hand moves downward, you take the opportunity to thrust inside me, taking me by surprise causing me to gasp a moan. My head snaps to the side of yours, taking your earlobe between my teeth and stroking your ear with my tongue in time with the slow, sensual thrusting of my hips, hungry for the sensation of you sliding in and out of me. I moan pleadingly into your ear and the reverberations tickle you from your head to your pelvis, making you melt and give me what I want, that you had been playfully denying me.

You finally thrust deep inside me, then again, and again, and again, increasing in pace and intensity. I throw my head back as my torso arches backward, my breasts rising and falling with the quickened pace of my breath. When I am on the brink of exploding, you pull out and rapidly flip me over. You take hold of the zipper at the back of my skirt and bend over to breathe hotness onto my neck and in my ear as you unzip my skirt and let it fall to my feet.

I step one foot out of the skirt to spread my legs wider, arch my back, and press my ass against your pelvis, signaling my hunger for more. This time you do not hesitate to oblige me and begin to thrust with urgency. I scream louder and louder until I'm suddenly silent except for a stifled moan as my body tightens and writhes with my release. You pull out slowly, milking the moments of my heightened sensations that spread buzzing warmth throughout my lower region.

You slide from the bottom of my crevice upward, leaving a trail of wetness, heat, and electricity and circle lubricant around the tightly closed opening before slowly penetrating. I take a deep breath and sigh as pain turns to pleasure and you begin to move more freely. I start to thrust back and send you deeper and deeper inside me, demanding harder and harder thrusts. My whimpers become gasps and gasps become prolonged releases of pent up moans and shrieks. I put one hand to the wall and the other on your hip to take you closer, deeper, tighter.

Your thrusts send a shock through my flesh on my ass and you lean back slightly to take in the sight. You begin to feel your pleasure rising to the brink of no control. You swallow hard and thrust faster. I let one more moan and your name escape my lips before the tension in my body silences me and you, too, feel a great load release from you, your hands tightening on my hips as our orgasms wash over our bodies.



Taking Care of Business



On the surface of it, Miles Mallison had everything that a man of his age and status desired. He had a business that had developed from a small real estate company that was a graduation gift from his wealthy father. It wasn't, however, a gift given of love, because there was no love between father and son, it was a gift given of some filial obligation to a son. It was a sign of a father cutting all ties with a son that had been a disappointment to him.

Miles had made it perfectly clear that he was never going to go into the family business, and that he would rather starve than be beholden to a father for his success. He determined to make a success of his life despite his father. His father had handed him the keys to the real estate office with the words, "I give you this not out of love, but out of a family obligation to look after one's child. I don't expect that you will succeed in this, but I warn you now, do not come to me with your tail between your legs hoping for a hand-out when you fail. You will get nothing further from me."

Miles had graduated from University with a degree that required the least amount of academic effort, not the degree that his father had hoped would lead him into the family company, eventually to take it over.

What his father hadn't realised was that Miles had a mindset that would propel him to great heights in the business world. He had a drive to succeed, and a tenuous grasp of business legalities, the knowledge of which would have hindered his progress. His first week in his new business was spent, not in scrounging around for new business, but investigating the market trends, and how he could use those for his own purposes, that of making himself obscenely rich with a minimum of effort, and risk.

His initial strategy was to find a suitable investment vehicle, and then find a suitable investor to finance it. The vehicle was a small warehouse building that would lend itself to an apartment conversion. He employed an Architect to design the interior fit-out that resulted in four good sized, modern, light-filled apartments. He then promoted the development as a new experience in inner-suburban boutique housing. The apartments were sold quickly to upwardly mobile trendy business types, who were to become his greatest business assets. The upwardly mobile and trendy friends of these four came knocking on his door seeking their own boutique apartments.

A property development company was the result of this first venture. His financial backer in that first venture couldn't wait to become involved in the subsequent projects. Miles sold him a 40% share of Mallison Projects, which meant that the investor would get a slightly bigger cut of the pie, which he loved, but he would also have to carry a bigger percentage of the losses should the venture fail. It didn't. In fact Mallison Projects expanded and diversified from residential property development, to commercial and industrial. They began buying up land in the outer western suburbs that had once been market gardens, and building industrial complexes. And along with these industrial complexes, they developed housing projects to provide houses for the workers employed in those new factories.

The next logical step was to further diversify into the financial sector. Miles found a small brokerage company that had been swamped by the major players in the finance sector. He approached the owner with an offer. He would buy the company, along with its trading licence for an agreed sum. The sweetener was that he would bring to the brokerage an increase in business that would knock his socks off. What he in effect was doing was to buy a licence to trade. He made the choices of what stocks would be bought and sold, and when. Here his analytical mind came to the fore. His research did not only concentrate on the share price movements on the board, but also took into consideration politically driven resource trends. He bought shares in mining companies whose fortunes would be enhanced by a political decision, and sold shares in those companies whose destinies would be devalued by political decisions.

He was astute enough to realise that any political alignments could be seen as giving him an advantage that allowed him to use insider information, to be gained from seemingly innocent conversations with politicians. He studiously avoided any associations with politicians from both major parties. This in no way affected his reputation as an astute trader. The brokerage was forced to employ more staff and to expand into the international financial arena.

By the time that he was thirty-five years old, he was a multi-millionaire. His father still wasn't talking to him, a fact that he was not saddened by. He had his own circle of friends, several circles of friends in fact. These kept the tabloid gossip pages filled with news of his latest conquest. He was never short of a beautiful young lady willing to hang off his arm at a social function, in the knowledge that she would share his bed for at least a night. She always hoped that her charms would be enough to extend that one night to a permanent proposition. They never did. 

He made his city home a large mansion in Darling Point. He had a week-end retreat overlooking both the Pacific Ocean and Pittwater at Palm Beach on Sydney's Northern Beaches. He had a ski lodge at Thredbo in the Snowy Mountains, and a tropical retreat in a penthouse apartment on Queensland's Gold Coast. His fleet of cars were equally subdued. His main drive when in Sydney was a Bentley Continental Sports, his car of choice when at Palm Beach was a Lamborghini, he drove to Thredbo in a Range Rover Vogue, and in the garage of his apartment at Surfers Paradise was a Jaguar XKR convertible. He also owned shares in a game fishing charter company that were only too happy to entertain any business clients who had expressed an interest in big game fishing. The icing on this particular cake was the entertainment provided after dinner on the boat. this consisted of well endowed and obliging young ladies prepared to cater to the particular perversions of the clients, at a price, a very good price.

But there was a side to Miles Mallison that no-one knew of, not even his closest associates, he had no friends. Despite the luxurious houses and apartments that he owned, the one thing that he was lacking was a home. Somewhere he could live with a partner, she didn't have to be married to him, he wouldn't have minded if she was married to someone else, just so long as she gave her life to him. He was even prepared to have children, in fact he wanted children, someone on whom he could lavish the love that was denied him by his father.

He had been at this party for just on an hour, his date for the evening was pursuing a music producer, hoping to get him to produce her first album. It would, if he wanted to, take a lot of Miles' money to convince him that she had any talent, but it would, he had just decided, be worth it to lose her for this evening. His attention had been drawn to a woman of such beauty that he simply could not take his eyes off her. He recognised the short, so bald his head gleamed, man who was attempting to interest her in something. She stifled a yawn and looked around her. Miles took the opportunity to step in. He moved over to them and, using a casual knowledge of the man, engaged them both in conversation. In small, subtle stages, the short bald man was excluded from the conversation, leaving Miles and the woman alone.

"Hi, I'm Miles by the way. We haven't been officially introduced, but I'm pleased to meet you." He waited for her to introduce herself.

"I don't know that I should be speaking with you, for one thing I'm happily married, and this would do my reputation as a monogamist no good at all. Secondly I will not allow you the opportunity to entice me into your bed. If you can agree to those rules, we can talk."

"I am here with a young lady who has the realistic expectation that she will be going home with me this evening, and going home to her own place in the morning. I am not in the habit of dumping a date and chatting up another woman. I have my scruples. Is your husband here?"

"No, he is at our villa in Tuscany. He very rarely ventures out in public these days."

"How sad for you, you look like you would enjoy a party or two. Does he mind that you are here tonight?"

"He doesn't know about tonight. I am staying with my sister and her family, who are getting on my nerves, so I managed to get an invitation to this party through one of my school friends. That's her over there with her tongue down that guy's throat. I might have to find my own way home."

"I would be only too happy to oblige, that's if you can accept that I will not attempt to make a move on you."

"We shall see what we shall see, let's leave it at that for the time being, shall we?"

"I understand that you have another reason for being in Sydney."

"Oh?"

"Word has it that you are returning to the stage after your stint in Hollywood. Sort of getting back to your roots so to speak."

"You've been reading gossip mags, that would surprise me."

"Not really, you see in my business one has to keep abreast of all the movers and shakers, they can tell you a lot about what is happening in the world that you won't read in the financial pages. For instance, you, Miranda, coming back to town would suggest that you will be looking for an apartment to lease for the duration. Now I might just be able to help you to find the right place, if you're interested that is."

"I could be, but I doubt that you would have any interest in an apartment that I could afford at this time."

"I'm sure that we can come to some arrangement."

"Oh no. You're not going to use this to get into my pants."

"You malign me, I'm offended now."

"Your reputation would suggest otherwise."

"Now who's been reading the gossip mags. You can't believe everything that you read in those trashy publications."

"Touched a nerve did I?"

"You could say that. What is held up to public scrutiny is my public persona. My private self is a different matter entirely."

"So now you're going to tell me that you really are a caring person, who talks to his mother every day, and buys her expensive gifts for no reason. You donate to several worthwhile charities connected with the care of children and baby animals. In short you are a great big, though totally misunderstood, softy."

"Don't you dare laugh at me. I am all of those things and more, although I don't have that kind of relationship with my mother, or either of my parents, if you knew them you would understand. I make up for it in other ways. I also donate a lot of money to the arts. For instance, the play that you're planning to star in, I am the major financial backer of that. I could, if I so desired, decide whether you are chosen, or not. Before you get angry at me, I will not influence in any way the casting process."

"Unless I agree to go to bed with you, in which case you will make sure that I am chosen."

"No. In fact the opposite is the case. If you think that, by going to bed with me will ensure your getting the part, you are sadly mistaken. Take for instance the young lady that came with me this evening. I have no interest in whether she gets the gig with that music producer. I do not mix business with pleasure."

"I thought that pleasure was your business."

"Touché. That's what most people think, but business is business, pleasure is just that, pleasure to be enjoyed."

"Does that mean that you don't enjoy business? I would find that hard to believe."

"There are some aspects of business that I find most enjoyable, like when I make a move that goes against the trend and it comes off. And when I do something that I know will piss off my father, now that I enjoy. But there are some things in business that I really dislike."

"Such as?"

"Such as when I place my reliance on the promises of others, and they don't honour those promises. Or when I am paying someone to carry out certain functions and they either don't do it, or do it so poorly that the project fails. I find that I am having to rely on others even less than I have done in the past, and that creates more work for me. I have always tried to take the line of least resistance when it comes to work."

My date for the night came over to us. "Miles, Julian wants to take me to meet the session musos that he will use to produce my album, You don't mind do you?"

"If you must, then go. I need to get an early night anyway."

She had two distinct looks, one of disappointment that I wasn't upset with her leaving me, and the second was directed at Miranda, saying loud and clear, 'just who the fuck do you think you are, monopolising Miles when he is supposed to be my date?' The fact that the emotions behind these two thoughts were incompatible was beyond her comprehension. She stalked off to rejoin the waiting Julian. 

"Someone's not a happy person." Miranda said. "And I guess that she's not the only one. I've just spotted my friend leaving with the man that she's been playing tonsil hockey with all night. That leaves me with something of a dilemma, do I call for a cab, or do I accept your kind offer and take the chance that I won't have to fight you off. Now which will it be?"

"You will accept my kind offer and I will promise not to put the hard word on you."

It was close to midnight when they left what remained of the party, several comatose bodies in various stages of undress, a man draped over the bar who looked like the once immaculately clad bar attendant, in one hand a glass dripping the last of something liquid onto the floor, in the other the limp body of a young woman who looked decidedly worse for wear. No-one noticed them leave.

Miranda settled into the soft leather seats of the Bentley as Miles eased it out onto the street. "Where to?" He asked.

"I suppose that I should go to my sisters place, although getting in without waking the kids might be a problem. The youngest wakes at the slightest sound."

"I could take you to a hotel, or . . . " He looked at her by the light of the passing street lights and the instrument panel of the Bentley. "I could offer to let you sleep at my place, you can have one of the guest beds, you can even lock the door if you feel that you cannot trust me to behave myself."

"I don't have much choice do I?"

Miles showed her where everything was, the en-suite bathroom, the wardrobe where she could hang her dress, a supply of night dresses that she could wear if she chose to, and a robe to put on in the morning. "Breakfast is served at 7:30, but don't mind if you aren't awake at that time, we can provide for you at any time."

"You say 'we'?"

"Yes, I have a housekeeper who knows my routine. I usually sleep in on the weekends, hence the late breakfast, it is usually at 6:30."

"What stamina, to be able to stay out late and still get out of bed at this ungodly hour. When I am on stage I seldom rise before mid-day. I will see you in the morning. Good-night." Miles shocked her by not attempting to kiss her good-night.

Miles had just sat down to his breakfast when an apparition in pale pink silk glided into the room. He rose to his feet and ushered her to a chair. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Coffee, black, and is that wholemeal toast I see?"

"Yes. What would you like with it, we have butter, salted or unsalted, take your pick." He pointed to the appropriate dishes with pats of butter in them. "You have a choice, you can have scrambled eggs, although if you're on a diet I'd steer clear of them, Rosita makes them with cream. If you don't fancy that, there is a selection of jams and marmalades to choose from." He poured her coffee and handed it over to her.

She took a sip. "This is nice."

"I have the beans flown in from Columbia."

"My, you do spoil yourself, don't you?" She took a slice of toast and spread it with butter and an English Breakfast marmalade from its pot. "And so is this." She said, munching her way through it.

"What are your plans for today? Miles asked her.

"I have nothing of importance planned, why do you ask?"

"I was wondering, how would you like to spend the weekend at the beach?"

"What do you mean? We are only a few kilometres from the beach here, aren't we?"

"Yes, but these beaches are so crowded. I prefer something a little more secluded."

"Where did you have in mind?"

"I have a beach house at Palm Beach, at the northern end near Barranjoey (lighthouse)."

"Sounds divine, but I should get back to my sister's."

"You could always ring her and tell her that you have been invited to the beach for the weekend. You don't have to tell her it was me that invited you."

"I suppose so, I need a break from her kids. I will on one condition."

"I know, no funny business. Okay, against my better judgement, I promise."

"But I have nothing to wear. I am not going skinny dipping for you or anyone."

"That's okay, Rosita has laid out some clothes for you. If you need to make up your face, there is a selection of several brands in the cabinet over the vanity basin. Now, would you like anything else for breakfast, more coffee perhaps?"

"No, I'm fine thank you. Do you lay this sort of treatment on for all of your house guests?"

"No, some are bundled into a cab and sent home."

"You are joking, aren't you?"

"Of course. I, being the perfect gentleman that I am, see them home personally."

"And there it ends I hear."

"In most cases, yes. I find that I have run out of conversation about then. The young ladies that I usually bring home, conversation is not one of their strong suits. Now you, on the other hand, I find easy to talk to, incredibly easy."

"That's because you haven't fucked me, you are still in your attracting phase."

"That's not true. I don't want to sound egotistical, but I have never had to go out of my way to promote myself with a young lady, it is usually they that are seeking attention from me. Tell me about your husband, what does he do for a living?"

"Bronson's an artist. At the moment he is searching for inspiration for his next major work."

"Is he successful?"

"He has sold a couple of major works, he tends to only do commissioned works these days, and that's where the problem lies. The last couple of men who have commissioned works have tried to wrest the artistic control of the painting from him. It was obvious from their demands that they knew little about the composition of paintings."

"So commissions are thin on the ground, is that it?"

"Yes. He hasn't had any commissions for over a year now. The frustration of relying on my income to live has taken its toll on our relationship. I can't believe that I've just told you that. Forget that I said anything."

"Do you think that he would paint my portrait?"

"He would probably jump at the chance. But I'm going to ask you not to do this, please. If he thought that I was out scrounging work for him, that would be the end of it."

"That thought has merits. With him out of the way I would be in there with a chance."

"You can get that thought right out of your head. If you continue along this line you can take me straight back to my sister's place. Putting up with her kids will be preferable to having to fight you off."

"Consider the thought gone. Now I suggest that you get changed, I would think that we would draw attention to ourselves if the general public saw me driving you through the streets wearing that silk gown, after all, I'm having trouble taking my eyes off you, you would have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"I would be flattered if I didn't think that you have used that particular line on numerous occasions in the past."

"You could be right, but I've never used it with such conviction before."




Taking Care of Business



"If you'll excuse me, I'll get changed before this bullshit gets out of hand." She stood and headed for her room. Miles stared after her, his eyes fixed on her slender body and the way that the silk gown seemed to flow over it. His loins stirred and his mind immediately began seeking a way of winning her over. He had never before experienced a woman who was so resistant to his attentions.

She returned. The clothes chosen by Rosita fitted her perfectly, the pale blue silk blouse highlighting the gentle thrust of her breasts She wore no bra, it being an un-necessary item of clothing, and the movement of the silk over her body arousing her nipples. She was well aware of the effect this was having on Miles as she posed in front of him. The slacks were fitting around the hips, highlighting her curves, and slightly flared at the hem, and on her feet were a pair of strappy high heeled sandals. "Wow."

"Succinct. Now shall we go?"

Miles stood, his cock stood, Miranda smiled, Miles held out his hand to her. Miranda ignore the proffered hand and turned to walk towards the front door.

"This way." Miles led the way to the basement garage and the Lamborghini, gleaming yellow under the lights. He raised the door and waited until she was seated before closing it and walking around to his side of the car. He pressed the start button and the Lambo roared into life.

"I hope that you're not one of those men who think that by driving like a lunatic to prove your macho status, you'll impress me out of my pants."

"The thought never crossed my mind." He lied to her.

"For more than a second." She commented. "You are so obvious. You forget, I've spent the past three years in Tinsel-town, and I am experienced in the ways of men."

The garage door slid open and he backed out into the street. The Lambo emitted its traditional hum as he eased down his street to New South Head road. The traffic was light and they made good time to the Cahill Expressway and onto the Harbour Bridge. Miles kept to the speed limit and made no un-necessarily hard accelerating starts on the change to green lights, he didn't want to draw attention to himself from either his fellow motorists, who would comment to themselves or passengers about 'rich bastards flaunting their wealth', or the police who would take great delight in booking him for the minutest of infringement.

An hour later he turned from the road into the driveway of a two storey house. A push of a button and the garage doors swung up and he drove in.

"I'm amazed at your self control, or was it that you have lost enough demerit points that one more booking will see you losing your license?"

"Why is it that you continue to see the worst in me? I'll have you know that I have a clean slate in regards to demerit points. City roads are definitely not the right place for boy racers, and didn't you comment about me driving like a lunatic just so I could get into your pants. I never intended doing that."

"All right, how did you manage this?" Miranda said as they walked into the dining room to find the table set and a cold lunch under covers. 

"Rosita. After she had set breakfast for us this morning, and laid out your clothes for you, she came up here with fresh food for us."

"Where is she now, hiding in a room somewhere?"

"No, she is on her way back to the city. She has stocked the refrigerator and pantry and served lunch for us, after this we will have to fend for ourselves until we get back into town. Do you think we can manage that?"

"At a pinch, I suppose we can. I am a reasonable cook, I think, it has been a while."

"Tonight we dine out, breakfast is on me in the morning, and we might have lunch somewhere on the way back to town, unless we decide to whip something up ourselves."

"What do we do in between all of this?"

"We could go for a walk along the beach, it's a nice day for it. Or we could go for a sail on Pittwater, I have a yacht moored over there. The choice is yours."

"We could always do nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I have been on the go for years, jumping from one job to the next, jumping to the demands of one Director to the next. For once in my life I want to do nothing, just be myself and soak up this opportunity. We have a wonderful view out of this window of all of those yachts scurrying around on the water, sailing that thin line between being under control and being upside down, their crews working really hard at staying upright. They are providing the entertainment for us, let us sit and enjoy it. If we feel like speaking, then we'll speak, if not, silence is good as well."

"I wouldn't know how to do this. I am always on the go, always looking for the next big deal, looking for the next million dollars."

"How will all of that help you when you are gone. Wouldn't it be better if you were to devote some time to someone else for a change. This world is not all about Miles Mallison, the world does not care about Miles Mallison, because he is not a part of it. It is time that Miles Mallison joined the world."

Miles sat, deep in thought. This was the first time that someone had said anything like this to him. This was the first time that anyone had dared to speak to him like this. From a young boy he had been taught that, for him to be successful, he had to believe that the world could not function without him. This revelation that it was not necessarily like this scared him. He had never had a vacation in his life, his business would not survive his absence. He had told himself that. His business revolved around him being there at all times, his finger on the pulse, his staff waiting on his direction before doing anything. He was unable to delegate the decision making process, so that whether the business rose or fell was entirely up to him. Could he trust anyone to make the right decision? He didn't know because that was something that he had never tried. His staff had the capabilities, otherwise they would never have been hired. But he didn't use those capabilities. How did his staff feel about their talents going to waste? He didn't know because he was not close enough to them to find out.

Miles did not know how long he had sat there in silence, he was not conscious of the time and space. He was barely conscious of Miranda seated next to him. He did not specifically address her. "You might be right." He said softly, not wishing her to hear his admission.

"I know I am." She said equally softly. "I had to go through what you have just gone through for me to realise where I stand in the overall scheme of things. I have someone in my life that needs me, just as much as I need him. It's not a financial or physical need, it is a spiritual need. I am just as happy, probably happier, being with him in that villa in Tuscany, existing on cheap local foods and cheap local wines, as I am in Hollywood, or Sydney, dining at the best restaurants, on the best foods and drinking the very best wines, as long as he is with me. Do you know why? Because I love him. I love him not because he was once successful and could be again, not because the money he made from those commissions is enough for us to live out the rest of our lives in Tuscany. I love him because he is who he is. He supports me just as much as I support him. If this role in this play doesn't come off, or the play flops, then I can walk away from the wreckage in the knowledge that he will still love me."

Miles watched the sailors de-rigging their beached yachts after the afternoon's racing. It was getting late. "I'm going for a walk on the beach, care to join me?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

They carried their shoes, the sand sticking to their feet, the waves washing over them washing the sand from them. The sea-breeze in their faces as they walked side by side, deep in thought. Miranda reached for Miles, her arm drawing him to her. There was nothing sexual about this gesture, it was one of comfort, of telling him that she was supporting him as he battled with his thoughts. They sat on the sand at the far northern end of the beach, Barranjoey lighthouse watching over them. "Thank you for this afternoon." Miles said to her.

Miranda took his face in her hands and kissed him. It was the first intimate contact between them and it closed the gap between them. Miles stood and held his hand for her, she came into his arms, the beginnings of a new closeness was in this contact.

As they walked back along the beach their arms around each other, they both realised that a new dimension had emerged, one that could lead to disastrous consequences if not handled correctly. 

"I know from your reputation that a long term relationship with you is not much more than a one night stand. Now, in my world, a similar concept exists, one that I do not subscribe to. I have succumbed once or twice when I was lonely, but I did not consider that I was unfaithful to my husband, for there was no love involved. With you on the other hand, I feel that you are looking for something much more substantial from me than you expected from your previous lovers. This is a new experience for you, one that evolved from your silence this afternoon. I will allow you to make love to me this evening on the understanding that there is no expectation of it progressing beyond that. I expect that you are a more than competent lover, having had much experience, but I am not one of your mindless floozies looking for you to further their careers. I have no need of you for that, what I have need of is for you to apply your years of experience in making love to me as if you really mean it."

"So I'm not under any pressure then?"

"Any pressure that you are under will be self inflicted."

Dinner was a pizza ordered from a local pizza shop and delivered by a university student working his way through his degree course. It was washed down with a wine unfamiliar to the pizza, and which cost twenty times that of said pizza. After dinner they sat once more staring out over Pittwater at the moon reflected in the water, each of them waiting for the other to make the first move towards the now inevitable bed. Miles stood and held his hand out to help Miranda to her feet. They showered separately and climbed separately into Miles' bed. He turned off the light and they settled down under the covers. Miles reached for her and she came into his arms willingly. They kissed, at first it was tentative and without passion, but as the kiss lingered, the passion intensified and Miles' hands began to explore her body. When he sensed that she was ready for him, he inserted his cock into her waiting body and began to apply his years of knowledge into his slow, passionate and sensuous love making. Miranda responded with equal passion. 

An hour later, as they held each other, deflated from their efforts, Miranda kissed him. "I believe that you have realised your potential as a lover. That was as perfect as I had hoped."

"It was better than perfect. I have never felt like this before. I have realised something that has been missing from my life for as long as I can remember. For years I have struggled to find the one thing that I have been missing in my life, and that is having someone who cares for me. I know that it is trite, and I'm almost embarrassed to say this, but Miranda, darling, you complete me."

"I'd like to think that to be true, but you have some way to go before you find what you are looking for, and I don't think that person is me."

"How can you be sure that it is not?"

"Because, it is too soon to know. We know so little about each other that, to make a commitment decision at this early stage, would be foolhardy. I am not even sure that I want this to go any further, even for a short time. All that I can promise is that I will do my best to ensure that you enjoy this interlude, however brief that might be. Now let's get some sleep."

Miranda woke several times during the night. She was troubled by what was happening to her, she could see herself falling for this man who was enjoying what appeared to be an untroubled sleep beside her. His life of casual sex with compliant women seem to inure him from any feelings of guilt, but she knew that not to be the case. It was probably nothing more than a defence mechanism that he used to prevent himself from losing control of that small part of his life. She weighed up the relative merits of a life with either Miles or her husband. Her decision, made in the small hours of the morning, was to enjoy this for what it was, a sabbatical from her real world.

Sunday was spent on his yacht, cruising Pittwater and the lower reaches of the Hawkesbury River and Berowra Waters with lunch at Bilsons restaurant on the foreshore.

The cruise back to Pittwater was a subdued affair, it was as if both of them realised that this interlude was coming to an end. Miles was tossing around and idea for extending it that would require a radical change to his life, one that he was afraid to make. Miranda had already made her mind up.

Dinner was a quiet affair at a local restaurant, neither of them open to conversation, and both of them relishing the silence. 

Miles excused himself for a couple of minutes and went to his office away from office. "Rosita, I am staying here tonight and will be back in time for dinner tomorrow. Will you do something for me?"

"Yes, of course I can, what is it?"

"Will you ring the office in the morning and tell Peter that he is in charge, total charge, until I get back, probably Tuesday."

"Certainly sir. I take it that all is going well?" This was the first time in a long time that she had called him 'sir', the arrangement had been that she would call him Miles.

"Yes and no. As far as it goes it is going well, but there is no expectation of it going any further, that decision has yet to be made."

"I see." Her answer was subdued.

Their lovemaking had none of the animal passion of the previous night's, it was slow and well, thoughtful. It was as if neither of them wanted to expend any more energy than necessary, and so prolong this moment for as long as possible. Miles kept his cock inside her for two orgasms, something that he had never attempted before. Following the first he clung to her as if he was afraid of letting her go, which he was. He kissed her softly on the lips and around her face. He caressed her breasts and her hard nipples. She is mine, he thought to himself, and was pleased. When he resumed, it was with slow deliberate strokes, his feeling of power had returned, he was once more in control of the situation, tomorrow he would propose to her, he would not take 'no' for an answer, he had found the missing something in his life. With these thoughts in his mind, he withdrew his spent cock from her, kissed her and drifted into a contented sleep.

"Good morning my Darling." Miles said as he rolled over to face Miranda. He found instead an empty bed. She must be in the toilet, he thought, but after a couple of minutes, when no sound came from the en-suite, he got out of bed and wandered naked into the kitchen. There was no sign of her. She must have gone for an early walk, he thought as he went to the window overlooking the beach. There was no sign of her. He was beginning to panic, where could she be? It was then that he noticed an envelope propped against a cup on the table. His name was scrawled on it. Snatching it up he ripped it open to find a note.

Miles, my Darling Miles, this is good-bye. I am returning to Tuscany to be with my husband. Please, do not attempt to find me, or to contact me in any way.

I have enjoyed our time together, it has given me the opportunity to put my life in perspective, as I know it has you and your life. I want nothing more from life than the unconditional love I have for my husband and his for me. I no longer want the life that I have lived, albeit briefly, with you. That is not to say that it wasn't pleasant, it was. You are an attentive lover, but I have come to realise that I am not the one that you are in love with, that honour goes to another, and I will not try to compete with your love for her, or her love for you.

You are not happy with your life, that much is clear, and until you do something about it, you will never be truly happy. Why do you hate your father? Is it not time that you tore down the barriers that exist between you and include him in your life. With luck he will accept the olive branch and include you in his. You may not like his life, but is it so different from yours? Please Miles, do this for me, if not for yourself.

As for your business life, do not let it dominate you as it now does. Let go of the reins, delegate control to those that you employ for this, allow them to become a greater part in this. I am not telling you to give it up totally, but it can run successfully without your strangle hold on the decision making process. You know this to be true, and you also know that you will never be truly satisfied with your life until you make these changes.

Please do not get angry with me, do not lash out and hurt those closest to you. I do this for the better good, I do this not for me, but for you. You are a good man beneath that façade that you have placed around you to hide your insecurity. You will find that these insecurities will fade, and in time disappear, once you have let the world into your life. You will find that, having done that, the world will let you back into its life.

You do not enjoy this life of sycophants, hanging off your every word, jumping in reaction to your every whim. What you want, what you need, is to surround yourself with those who respect you and who you respect in return. You will come to love these people unconditionally, and find that they will return that love without condition.

By the time that you read this I will be well on my way home, home where I belong. You have come to realise that you do not have a home where you belong. But you are wrong, you do, and she is waiting there for you. Go to her Miles, take her in your arms and show her how much you love and respect her. She has already given her heart to you, she is waiting for her love to be returned. You know who I mean, do this so that she will not spend another night crying herself to sleep from the frustration of seeing you with another woman. Go to Rosita.

Do this for her Miles, and do it for yourself.

If I had been the woman that you took me to be, I could have fallen in love with you. I am not that woman, so it is good-bye forever.

Miranda. 

Miles' first reaction was to tear the note into small pieces and throw them into the air. "Fucking bitch! How dare she do this to me!" He shouted at the walls. He kicked a chair and realised as the pain shot up his leg, that he was still naked. Throwing his clothes on he ran to the garage and drove out and headed back towards the city. Where would he begin to look? Would she have taken an early flight out, if so, to where? How could he find out? Maybe she was still at the airport waiting for a flight. How had she got away? Did she have someone come for her, or did she call a taxi. He would call all of the taxi companies and find out if she had, and where it had taken her. His thoughts were racing around so much that he hadn't been watching the speedometer of his car, that was until he heard the siren and saw the flashing red and blue lights in his rear vision."Going a little fast weren't we sir?"

"I'm sorry, I have been distracted, the woman I love has just written me a dear John letter, and that isn't even my name."

"When you're driving something like this, distraction is the last thing you need. I'm going to have to ask you to blow into this tube." He pulled a breathalyser out, placed a tube into it and held it to Miles. "Just blow when I tell you, and keep blowing until I tell you to stop. Blow." Miles blew until the machine beeped and the policeman told him to stop. He waited until the numbers came up. "That's fine, now I'm going to have to book you. I would have thought that, driving a car as obvious as this one, you would have made sure that you were within the speed limit. Can I have your license please?" Miles handed it to him and he went to his car. He came back a few minutes later. "I'm surprised, a clean sheet." He opened up his pad and filled in the details from Miles' license before handing it back to him, and giving him the completed form. "I have booked you for 74 in a 60 zone, you're lucky, any faster and I would have had to impound your car. Take care, and worry about your absent lady when you get to where you're going to." He walked back to his car and drove off.




Taking Care of Business



Miles folded the citation and place it in the centre console before putting the car into gear and driving off, at a reduced speed.

It was 9:00am when he arrived home and parked the car in the driveway, thinking that he might be able to find out where Miranda had gone and give chase. As he walked inside he realised that he didn't know who her sister was, or where she lived, if in fact she had gone there.

"What has happened?" Rosita asked as he entered the house. "That lady woke me very early and took back her dress. While I was getting it she made a phone call, she was telling someone to pack her stuff, that she was going home. Did you have a fight?"

"No, nothing like that. She wrote me a note and left sometime during the night. What time did she get here?"

"It was around 2:00."

"Were you asleep?"

"No, I do not sleep so well when you are with someone."

Miles' mind went back to Miranda's note, could it be true that Rosita was the one that he was supposed to be in love with? No, that wasn't possible, or was it? "Did she say anything to you?"

"No, but she gave me a note to read."

"Oh. What did it say? No you don't have to answer that." I don't want you to answer that, he told himself.

"She told me that you were in love with me, and that when you and she were making love your said, 'Rosita I love you.' I do not believe this to be true. She also say that I am in love with you."

"And are you?" He held his breath waiting for her answer.

"Yes it is true, but what good does it do me to love you? It can never be, you are Miles Mallison, you are my boss, and I am just a housekeeper." She averted her head to prevent him from seeing her tears.

Miles took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. "Here, let's have no more tears."

"But how can there be no more tears when I see you with so many women. I'm sorry, this is not for me to say."

"You cry yourself to sleep when I am with another woman, is that it?" That is what Miranda told him in her note, but he didn't believe that to be true. On second thoughts, when he spoke to her last night, she seemed distant, as if she was upset.

"If I say that it is so you will dismiss me. I do not want to lose this job, it is the best job that I could ever have."

"I will not dismiss you, you mean so much to me. You do things for me that I would never ask of another Housekeeper, and you do it so well that I have come to rely on you for so much. You deserve more money." This brought on another round of tears. "What is the matter now? What have I said to upset you?"

"I do not want more money, I would work for you for no money, because . . ." She burst into tears again.

"Because you love me, is that it?"

"Yes, it is because I love you." 

Miles took her in his arms and allowed her to wet his shirt with her tears. When she had stopped crying he took her face in his hands and kissed the tears from her cheeks. Rosita smiled at his intimate touch. He kissed her smile, realising for the first time that this woman, that he hired five years ago as a young girl, had blossomed into an attractive young woman. Could he really be in love with her? The more that he thought about it, the more he realised that it could be true. He had taken her for granted, just as he had taken everyone that he met for granted, believing them to respond to him to gain an advantage. Rosita had never once taken advantage of her position in his household, had never once, that he knew of, use her status in his life for gain, material or otherwise. She had never thrown herself at him, never hinted that theirs was anything other than an employer/employee relationship, while all the time she was in love with him.

"Rosita, there may be truth in what Miranda said in her note, that I love you. I have never really considered this to be an option. I know so little about you apart from your age. Who are your parents? Do you have a family that I need to know about? I want to know as much as possible about you."

"You will not like what you hear. If I tell you of my life you must promise that you will not be angry."

"Why would I be angry? Please don't tell me that you are an axe murderer."

She laughed. "No it is not that. I do not speak of my family because of shame. My father he is in gaol, he was found guilty of killing my mother when I was 10 years old. I was raised by my grand-mother but she did not like me, so I look for a job so that I can leave her. That is why I answered your advertisement for a Housekeeper. I did not have experience in this but I learn quickly. I fall in love with you, but it will bring shame on you. I am not the right woman for you, I must pack my things and leave because nothing can come of this, nothing."

"You are going nowhere. Where will you go? No, you will stay here with me. There is something else that Miranda told me, and that was that I must give more responsibility to those around me that I am paying to do a job but don't allow to do that job. You are the one person that I have come to rely on to do the job, to make decisions in doing that job. You have proven to me that I do not have to make every decision. Did you call the office and tell Peter that he was in charge?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now I want you to do something else, I want you to call him back and tell him that I have said that he is in charge for the rest of the week. If he asks to speak to me, I am not available. It is a test to see how he reacts."

She picked up the phone and dialled the office. "Peter, It's Rosita again. I have just spoken to Miles and he has told me that he is taking the whole of the week off. You are in charge. He said to tell you that you are to make the decisions, and do what you think best. No, I don't know why he is doing this. Maybe he has met someone."

That seemingly innocuous statement started a media feeding frenzy. Someone who was at the party on Friday night recalled in vivid detail that he spent most of the night with one woman. "They were besotted with each other," A party guest stated. "there was obviously something happening between the two of them, and the girl that he arrived with left with someone else when she saw the two of them together." "Miles and the Mystery Woman." Screamed one headline. "Well known tycoon Miles Mallison, spent last weekend in his hideaway with a Mystery Woman. They were seen walking on Palm Beach, and spent the whole of Sunday together sailing on his yacht and dining at trendy Bilsons at Berowra Waters. When contacted this morning his office refused to comment and we were informed that Miles was not available for comment, and was taking a week off. When we tried to reach him at home, his Housekeeper stated that she didn't know who he had spent the weekend with, and that she would not comment on his private life, adding that he was not available for comment." 

The story was covered by the tabloid press, TV news magazines, Internet news services and gossip magazines. To all of them it was all good juicy stuff, and displaced news of natural disasters and terrorist attacks.

Rosita sat and watched Miles as he made dinner for the two of them. She was surprised at his competence in the kitchen. "I cooked all the time when I was at University. I was famous for some of my dishes. Unfortunately, I didn't have the necessary ingredients to cook them tonight. But I think that you will enjoy what I am making. Would you like to select a good wine to go with this?"

Rosita went to his wine racks and selected the wine that she knew he enjoyed most often, opened it and tasted it. "This will do." She said with a smile on her face. This would be the very first time that she would be dining with him, and the wine was suitable for a special occasion such as this.

Miles took the glass that she gave him and sipped it. "This is perfect, you have chosen well." He handed the glass back to her so that he could concentrate on the finishing touches to the meal.

"I feel guilty sitting here while you prepare dinner for me. I should be doing the work, not you."

"It is me that should feel guilty. I have taken advantage of you for years now. You were young and vulnerable when you first started working for me, and I asked more of you than I was entitled to ask. You were so determined that I be pleased with the work that you did, that you didn't think that I was using you. The more that I used you, the more that you gave, until I had come to depend on you entirely. For instance, on Saturday morning I automatically assumed that you would rise early and prepare breakfast for Miranda and myself, lay out clothes for her and then drive all the way to Palm Beach, collecting food on the way, so that everything would be perfect for us. All the time you were hurting, because I was with another woman when you were secretly hoping that one day it would be you. From today, from this moment, your dreams will come true. I will make it up to you for all of the hurt that I have caused you."

The meal was good, not brilliant, but neither of them noticed its shortcomings. Miles pushed his plate away after he had finished his main course, and stretched. "If I may say so, that was mediocre at best."

"No, it was perfect" She smiled at him. When he had stretched his foot had touched hers under the table. She made no effort to withdraw hers. He moved his foot further and began to rub it up the back of her leg. She made no effort to withdraw. He stood and collected the plates, carrying them to the kitchen and placing them in the dishwasher.

Rosita followed him and, as he stood up she placed her arms around his waist, hugging him to herself. "Time for dessert." He said as he turned in her arms. "How hungry are you?"

"Very, but for you, not dessert." She turned her face up to his hungry mouth. He devoured her, pulling her body in to his. She could feel his cock, hard between them. "Am I dreaming?"

"No. This is real." He whispered to her, his hands finding the buttons of her shirt and slowly undoing them. There was an intake of breath from her as his hands pushed under her bra and his fingers found her nipples. There were tears of joy leaking from her closed eyes. His tongue wiped them from her cheeks. She clung to him, afraid that if she didn't he would be gone, along with her dreams.

Miles picked her up, "Who needs dessert?" He carried her to his bedroom and lowered her onto the bed. She held her arms out to receive him, and he went to her willingly. She undid the buttons of his shirt and ran her hands over his chest and kissed his nipples. Miles slid his hands under her shirt and pushed it down over her shoulders to her waist. He removed her bra, freeing her breasts with their puffy nipples. He kissed them. Rosita undid his belt and the waist of his trousers. The zipper was next to go, she slid it down and her hand found his hard cock through the fly front of his trunks. She held it in her gentle grasp, wondering what was expected of her. In her dreams she would fondle him to make it hard, but it was already hard. She felt his hand slide her jeans down over her hips, revealing the skimpy panties that she had taken to wearing, instead of her usual cotton-tails that she wore before she found a pair like them under the sheets at the foot of is bed one morning.

He climbed out of bed and held his hand out to her. She stood beside him as he removed all of her clothing and slipped out of his. Holding the bed clothes back she slid between the sheets and he followed her into her embrace. He kissed her as his hand began to explore her body. Her hand found his cock once more, and she held it as his hand's progress took it to her pussy. Her hips rose to meet his hand, and his finger pushed between her pussy lips. "Oh, that feels just as I imagined it would."

He caressed the inside of her pussy for several minutes until she was ready to receive his cock. It slid into her until the head reached the barrier of her hymen. "You have never made love?"

"No, how can you tell?"

"Your hymen has not yet been broken. This is going to hurt, a little I hope, but if it's more than a little, I will be as gentle as possible. He pushed against her barrier until he felt it tear and his cock slipped fully into her. She relaxed a little and released her strangle hold on his neck.

She made happy little whimpering sounds as his cock slid in and out of her increasingly moist pussy, sending convulsions through her lower body, until it was his time to come. Thrusting deep inside her, he shot spurt after spurt of come into her. She wrapped her legs tightly under his arse cheeks and pulled him hard into her, not releasing him until his orgasm was finished and he was depleted.

"This was so much better than my dreams. I didn't know what to expect. I have seen couples making love in movies and on TV, but these did not prepare me for this." He kissed her tenderly. "This is not the first time that I have been in your bed."

"What do you mean?"

"I have often taken my clothes off, and got into your bed after you have gone to work. I lay here dreaming of what it would be like to be in bed with you. I could smell you in the sheets, and I sometimes touched myself between the legs. But it was nowhere near as good as this. I am in love with you Miles, and have been almost since the day that I first began to work for you."

"And I have treated you as if you didn't exist. All of that is about to change, I want to make it up to you, you name it and it's yours."

"I name it cock." She said, taking it in her hand and caressing it back to life. "and I give my pussy to your cock. I give myself to you."

They made love again before going to sleep in each other's arms.

Tuesday morning and Rosita was out of bed early and had Miles' breakfast ready for him. "There was no need for you to do that." He said as he kissed her good morning. 

"This is the least that I can do for you after you made my dreams come true last night. What are you planning to do today?"

"I am going to see my father. I haven't seen him in ten years, and I think that it is about time that we sorted out our differences."

"Do you want me to come with you? I would like to meet your family."

"I doubt that. Let me do some ground work before you get to meet them. I didn't leave my father on good terms and I want to clear the air before I risk exposing you to my dysfunctional past."

"If you think that is best, then I will say nothing. I have no family to introduce you to, yours can't be any worse."

"Probably not, but allow me this, please."

"It is okay. When will you return?"

"I shouldn't be more than an hour."

Miles left at 10:00 after calling to say that he wanted to speak with his father. After convincing his father that he wasn't in need of any money, permission to come over was granted. What awaited him was not what he had expected. There was no angry glare as he was shown into his father's study by the Housemaid. It was a face ravaged by time and disease, his father's body an almost hollow shell, his clothes hanging from his gaunt frame. "What do you want?" He rasped, his voice the result of too many cigarettes over the years, the cause of his lung cancer that was bringing his life to a sad end.

"We parted as enemies, and I thought that it was about time that we sorted out our differences and became friends. I wasn't aware that you were ill, Mother never mentioned it the last time that I spoke with her six months ago."

"I have not said a word to the bitch in over a year. She lives down the other end of the house and keeps to herself and those fucking little yapping dogs of hers. If it wasn't for her I would have been a happier man."

"What do you mean?"

"Let me ask you, are you fucking anyone at the moment?"

"Yes. Where are you going with this?"

"Do you love her, or is it purely lust?"

"I love her."

"That's okay then. I never loved your mother. She was my secretary and I fucked her one night when we were working late. A couple of months later she announced that I had knocked her up. I ordered the bitch to get an abortion but she refused. She threatened me that if I didn't marry her she would destroy me, and that was no hollow threat, she knew enough about the way that I did business to fuck things up. You were the result of that, and I married the bitch to shut her up. She made life a total misery for me. She had many lovers and flaunted her promiscuity every time. I wished that I could have got the courage to arrange for someone to bump her off, but I was a coward in that respect. That I hadn't changed my business practises gave her continual ammunition against me. I have nothing left now, my business is gone, the victim of a world of businessmen operating in the same way as I did finding the world changed and being held accountable for our methods."

"I'm sorry that it has gotten to this stage. Is there anything that I can do?"

"Go see your mother and tell her from me that she can fuck off, there is nothing left for her here, tell her to fuck off and let me die in peace."

"Are you sure that you want that?"

"Never been surer of anything in my entire worthless life."

"Rosita has asked if she can meet you."

"Rosita, what kind of name is that?"

"Her mother was a Philipina and her father an Australian. He bought her and married her, but he was short tempered and he treated her like shit, abused her and beat her, until eventually he killed her. Her grand-mother had come over after she was born to help her mother look after the household, and her father resented that the two of them were close. After his trial and conviction, Rosita was cared for by her grand-mother, but there was little money for them to live on. Rosita left as soon as she could, and came to work for me as my Housekeeper."

"And she wormed her way into your affections, huh?"

"No, until yesterday I hardly knew she existed. She was always there when I wanted her, she did her job very well, she was unobtrusive. I had to be told by another person that I was in love with her and that she was in love with me. Life has been turned on its head, and I have taken a long hard look at myself and the way that I live my life. I am about to make some radical changes."

"Bring her around and let me meet her. I must warn you, if I don't like her, or not think that she's the right woman for you, I will not hesitate to tell her so to her face."

"You will keep your mouth shut. It is my life and I will not have you spoiling it now that I have a clear idea of the future."

"You would never have spoken to me in that way before, you've learned from me."

"No, I learned that despite you, I learned that because I hated you. But back then I was afraid of you, and that was why I never spoke to you in that way. I am not afraid of you now."

Miles didn't go to see his mother, he went home instead. "We go and see him tomorrow. He is a very sick man and has got not long to live."

"That is so sad. What can we do for him?"

"We will take something for him to eat, we will make some soup for him."

"I love that you say 'we'. We are a we, aren't we?"

"Yes we are."

The visit wasn't as bad as Miles had expected. His father was polite and friendly to Rosita, not saying a word that would have cause any concern for them. "I have been thinking." His father began, "I have changed my Will, what there is left is yours. The bitch gets nothing. Sell the house if you don't need it. Give her some of the money if you wish, but don't give her everything, even if you don't need the money, and it seems as if you don't. You can give it to charity if you like, there's a first time for everything."

Miles rang the office when they got home. "Peter, it's Miles. How are things going, am I bankrupt yet? Just joking."

Peter was shocked, was this really Miles? "Things are going fine, we are on top of everything, so you can stay away for a while longer if you want." 




Taking Care of Business



"The reason that I'm ringing you is that I want to arrange a staff meeting for Friday afternoon at 2:00."

"Staff meeting, what's one of those?"

"Don't be sarcastic. It's you know, when the staff all get together in one room and discuss topics connected with the running of the business. Will you do that?"

"Sure, but forgive me for saying this, but this is a radical change in operating procedures."

"I have made significant changes in my life over the past few days, and I owe it all to two women."

"Yeah, we read the papers and saw it on TV, about you and the 'Mystery Woman'. Would she be one of them?"

"Yes, but not the most important one. You will meet the other one on Friday."

"Any hints to who it might be?"

"You know her, that's all that I'm prepared to say at this point."

Miles took Rosita shopping for new clothes that would reflect her new status in his life. She surprised him by steering well clear of fashion brands and buying department store clothes. It mattered little, she looked beautiful in these.

The meeting on Friday resulted in major changes in Miles' business. Peter was curious as they walked into the lunch-room where the meeting was being held. "Peter, this is Rosita, you have spoken to her on many occasions, here she is in the flesh. But let me warn you, keep your eyes and hands off her, she's mine."

"Hi, How are you. It's nice to see the face behind the voice at last."

"Hello, I am pleased to meet you." Rosita held her hand out for him to shake.

"Can I have your attention please." Miles said. When it was quite he began to outline his plans for the future. "The reason that I have asked for this meeting is that I have decided to make some pretty radical changes to this company. First and foremost, I am offering to sell forty-nine percent of this company to you the staff. Don't worry if you don't have the capital to buy it outright, I will expedite a financial package that can make up the shortfall. The repayment plan will be very generous, the interest rates will be set at the current savings bank rate. I will hold the remaining fifty-one percent. You will run the company as your own. I will make myself available as a consultant if you should need my advice. Other than that I will not interfere in the running of the company. I have faith that you all have the knowledge and expertise to make this work. The rest is up to you. Any questions?"

"What has brought about this change?" Peter asked.

"I have been forced to take stock of myself, and how I have been living my life. It wasn't pretty let me tell you. I have come to realise that there is more to life than the making of money. If that is your sole driving force, then heaven help you." 

"You have done a good thing." Rosita said as they left the office. "I am proud of you, my love."

"I would never have done it if it wasn't for you and Miranda. That reminds me, I want to try to find her. Don't worry, I am not in love with her, I never was. Oh don't get me wrong, I admire her, she has amazing perception when it came to me, she saw right through me and told me exactly what I needed to hear."

"We both have a lot to thank her for. She knew that I was in love with you and that you were also in love with me. She opened both of our eyes to that. Without her, where would we be now?"

"I hate to think."

Miles contacted the Casting Director for the play, and from him got Miranda's sisters contact details. He rang her. "Hi, It's Miles Mallison here. This might sound a strange request, but I want to get in touch with Miranda."

"Well you're out of luck there Mate. She left specific instructions that I do not give out her details to anyone, especially you. I don't know what you did to her, but she wasn't happy."

"Before you hang up, let me explain the reason that I want to contact her. I want to thank her, she told me things about myself that I needed to hear, but didn't want to hear. We had a good time together for a couple of days, but the reason that she doesn't want me to contact her is that she fell in love with me, and that scared her. She loves her husband, and would not think of leaving him, but to find someone other then him that she could love was too scary for her, so she left. But before she left she put my mind straight about my love life. I have been flitting from one woman to the next for years, but all of that time I have been in love with one woman, and she with me. I wasn't aware of it and the woman was all to aware of her feelings, and was being hurt by my indifference to her and her feelings. All of that has changed, all because Miranda saw it all, and set both of us straight. So you see, all that I want to do is thank her, we both do."

"The best that I can do is speak with her and see if she is willing to speak with you."

"Thank you for this." He hung up and turned to Rosita. "She's going to speak to Miranda. All that we can do is wait. What I would like to do, if she's okay with this, is to go to Italy, to Tuscany to meet her and her husband, and thank her in person. What do you say?"

"I would love to travel the world with you. I have never travelled beyond Palm Beach."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, she might not want to see us."

"But we can still travel, can't we?"

"Of course, anywhere you want to go, you name it."

"I would like to go to the Philippines, to the village that my mother came from. She never spoke of this, neither did my grand-mother. It was as if they were ashamed of where they came from."

"I hate to tell you this, but most of the mail-order brides don't come from the cities, but from isolated villages. Marriage to a foreigner is seen as their only way out of the poverty of their existence. They're not made aware of the conditions in which they will find themselves, and many of them are treated poorly by the men that buy them."

"I would still like to see where she came from."

"If that's what you want. Let us wait a short while and see if Miranda will see us. We can combine the trips."

We didn't have to wait long, but it was not what we expected. "Miles, It's Melanie, Miranda's sister. I have news for you. Miranda is back in Sydney."

"Can I speak with her?"

"No, she doesn't want to speak to you."

"Well then, will she talk to Rosita?"

"Hold on, I'll ask her." Miles could hear mumbling in the background. "Put her on."

Miles handed the phone to Rosita. "Hello, Miranda, how are you?"

"Not so good. Look, I wanted to speak with you first, to see how things are with you and Miles."

"They are perfect. He is a very good lover, as you told me, and yes I am very much in love with him, as he is with me." Miles nodded. "What has happened, and how can we help?"

"When I got back to Tuscany I found that my loving husband had begun a new painting, a nude portrait of a pretty young woman. It is going to be a very good painting when he has finished it, that's if he ever gets around to finishing it. He has been spending more time fucking the model than painting her. He told me that he didn't love me, and that he loved her. I had flash-backs to how I met him, he painted my portrait, and made love to me. I have left the bastard and his slut back there in Tuscany. I will divorce him in due course, but I might need Miles' help. I need your approval to ask for it."

"What is it that you want?"

"I might have burnt my bridges with the Producers of the play that I was supposed to star in. I need his help to get the part, do you think that he will do it?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself?"

"Is that okay?"

"Yes. Here he is." She handed the phone to Miles. "Miranda has left her husband and wants the part in the play, can you help her?"

"Hi Miranda. Sorry about your husband, and thank you for what you have done for Rosita and me, I appreciate it, and I have made many changes to my life because of you. As for the part, let me speak to the Producers, I'll withdraw financial support if I have to. Why don't you come over for lunch tomorrow, we'd love to see you. We can discuss life, the universe and everything."

"Don't worry my Darling," Miles said to Rosita after he ha hung up. "I have no intention of doing anything other than help her get that role back, after that she is on her own. We can still be friends if it works out that way, but nothing more. Do you think that I would do anything to ruin what we have?"

"I know you won't, my love. Come with me while I show you why I know that you won't." The passion with which Rosita gave herself to Miles was the perfect demonstration of her love and commitment to making their relationship inviolate.

"Look at you two," Miranda had not swept into the room with the same confidence that she would have in the past. "Any thoughts that I might have had of forcing my way between you have been shot down in flames. I knew that the two of you were in love, how much defied comprehension. Congratulations, when are you going to make the formal announcement and break the hearts of millions?"

"Soon, I have a few more things to tidy up. I am just about to do a Bill Gates, and hand over my company to the staff. When I say hand over, I mean the running of it, I will still have some financial interest in it."

"What are you going to do with all of that spare time?" She caught the look that passed between them that told her that they had already found a way of occupying their time.

"We plan to travel. I have been too busy in the pursuit of wealth to take the time to see the world. We had planned to go to Tuscany and thank you in person for bringing us together. Speaking of which, what happened?"

"I should have known better than leave him alone for too long, after all that was how I met him in the first place. I was young and pretty, and he asked me to sit for a portrait. One thing led to another and we married, after he had divorced his first wife. I was out of the picture and he found another model. By the looks of her, she is soon to give him something that I was never able to, her pregnancy is just starting to show. I'm sure that his portrait of a young, pregnant and very naked woman will sell well."

"I have news that will cheer you up." Miles said. I have spoken to the Producers of that play, they jumped at the chance of having you back in the cast. It would seem that you made such an initial impression that they were unable to find anyone that came close to you. I didn't even have to threaten them with pulling my backing."

"Thank you, thank you."

"You can kiss him." Rosita told her. It was a perfunctory peck on the cheek, nothing to be read into it. The kiss that she gave Rosita was more demonstrative of her thanks to both of them.

Three months later, Miles and Rosita arrived back from their trip to the Philippines, in time for the opening night of the play. On one hand they were very subdued. The living conditions in which her family were forced to live were atrocious, not helped any by the damage caused by a recent typhoon. On the other hand Rosita had just had her pregnancy confirmed.

The dressing room after the final curtain call was crowded with well-wishers and much back-slapping. "Darling, you were absolutely fabulous" The director enthused over Miranda. "I want you to meet Hector Millhouse, he wants to whisk you away from us and have you star in his new Hollywood blockbuster."

"Not interested." Miranda said. "I have another offer on the table. I have read the script and I love it. His offer will have to be spectacular to top that one." The two of them adjourned to a corner of the room to confer.

"I haven't really," She told Miles and Rosita. "But it doesn't hurt to let them think that I have. I see that you two are positively glowing, and anxious to tell Aunty Miranda the good news. You are, aren't you?" She asked, patting Rosita's belly.

"Yes, we've just had it confirmed. We have decided that we should get married as soon as possible, and, of course you are invited, in fact Rosita has a favour to ask."

"Miranda, I would be honoured if you were to be my Maid of Honour. I have no family here apart from my grand mother."

"I would be honoured." She kissed Rosita.

"What news do you have, have you filed for divorce yet?"

"Ah, now this is where it gets interesting, the bastard is pushing for a reconciliation. It would appear that it is not such a good idea to knock up the daughter of the Town Mayor, especially not when she has been promised to the son of the wealthiest and most powerful land owner in the district. He was run out of town, his studio burnt to the ground in a mysterious fire. Arson was ruled out by the police, paints and solvents accounted fort he severity of the blaze. He was informed that this decision would be reversed if he showed his face back there again. She has been sent off to a distant relative in the US to await the birth of her child. If she promises to never make that mistake again, the wedding will go ahead on the condition that the child remains in the US. If it were me I would tell the family to stick it up their collective arses and, parade my pregnant status around the district. But then she isn't me, so who knows what will happen."

"Will you? Go back to him that is."

"I already have. Call me stupid, but I do love the guy, and he has been good for my ego in the past, and I hope, will be again. Who knows? It is early days yet and a work in progress. Wish me luck."

Wonders will never cease. Miles invited his parents to the wedding, fully expecting two refusals, instead he received two acceptances, and in another amazing twist of fate, they were coming together. A phone call was necessary. "Mum, Miles, what is going on, you and Dad haven't said a civil word to each other for as long as I can remember, and now you're both coming to the wedding. Tell all."

"You know that he hasn't got long to go. He has decided that he doesn't want to be a lonely old fool any longer. Seeing you and Rosita might have had something to do with that. I decided that I should try to make his last few months as happy as I can. So, we'll both be there."

Miles was sitting on the floor with Rosita between his legs and leaning back against him. If she was a cat she would have been purring. His arms were around her and he was caressing her belly/ A belly that was reaching the stage where denial would be impossible. "Mmm, Miles."

"Yes?"

"I was talking to the girls at your office yesterday. They want to throw me a bridal shower. What do you think, should I let them?"

"Of course. They are coming to the wedding, and they are a part of our lives even though I don't actually run the show any more. If Peter wants to bung on a bucks night I might have to say no."

"Why? They are part of our family too."

"Going to a dive with a bunch of guys all intent on getting me pissed, and lining up some naked dancer to come and grind in my lap, is not my idea of fun, I am a responsible citizen these days, who is just about to marry the most amazing woman. This kind of debauchery is no longer on my horizon." His mind went back to a time, not that long ago, when he would not only have welcomed such a diversion, but would have instigated it. Times have changed, lives have changed, and he has never felt more contented in his life. He leaned forward and kissed Rosita on the neck, the hand that wasn't busy caressing her tummy moved to cup a breast.

"If you keep that up, I'll have to ravish you." She purred.

His hand moved from her belly to between her legs. They didn't make it to bed.



Taking Care of Business at Work



I imagine you walking into an office with a prospective client, an attractive, tall man of about 6 feet, decent build with dark hair and blue eyes, the color of a clear ocean. Neatly suited as it's a business meeting. You're ready with a proposal of business that you'd like to go into detail with him... 

Just as you both sit down, each of you in your own seat... him across from you in a plush black leather seat, on the other side of the desk and you of course behind the massive dark oak desk... 

Out of the corner of your eye you notice me but you're careful not to show a sign of this, this is a very big client you've been trying to win over for a while now and you need to win this deal. 

You both get comfy, you offer him a drink or coffee, he says he's all set and ready to hear what you've got to say... 

Just as you open your portfolio of this client's needs you feel my hand on your leg, beginning to caress it beneath your slacks... you can almost feel my fingernail barely touching you... but enough to cause the hair on your leg to raise and a slight shiver to go up your leg and right to your groin. *eg* 

My hand slithers up a bit more and finds it's way to your crotch... you nervously try to think quick, "Do I cross my legs to TRY and prevent this or do I go with the flow and TRY to remain as calm as I can be?" You realize either way... it's out of your control.

Feeling your growing erection I caress it and encourage it further... soon enough you're feeling it throb beneath your straining pants. I reach for your button and undo it. Next is your zipper... I wait for you to begin speaking again and very very slowly I lower it, feeling your cock aching to be released. I can almost hear the relief in your voice as your cock is now being carefully taken out of your pants. From beneath your desk I can almost make out the glistening head of your cock. It's already wet with precum I discover, as my finger glides in circles around your head. Unable to keep myself from tasting you any longer, I bring my finger to my mouth and suck it for a quick taste. Tasting it, I can no longer keep my mouth from your aching cock. I let my tongue glide over its length and just as I reach the tip again I swirl my tongue around the head before taking you completely into my mouth...

My goodness, you almost slip up and let a tiny moan out, you quickly recover and pretend you were trying to think of something else to add to the conversation. I notice the quizzical tone in your clients voice and set my mind on making it even more difficult for you. *naughty grin* 

Up and down my head bobs on your cock as I'm sucking you into my mouth. Every so often I pause on your head (my favorite spot) and suck it dry of all the precum that's collected there... My hands aiding in the task, glide up and down your cock and alternately cup your balls. Knowing you love to have your ass teased I make you shift in your seat a bit so I can tease your arse with my delicate finger. Hmm, there I am... teasing your arsehole while my mouth is sucking you for all you've got and what a trooper you are! You keep as much control as possible but finally when you feel my finger toying with your ass you lose it all and find yourself moaning out loud!!! Embarrassed that your client now sees you are out of sorts you attempt to make some form of excuse only to see him stand up from his seat to walk over to your side and peer under your desk to see what was causing all the distraction...

With my mouth full of your cock, I try to smile and give him a quick wink. With a quick grin of his own, he helps me to my feet and mumbles under his breath about how he'd wish his assistant was that attentive to him. I smile back as I stand to my feet and while he takes my hand to his lips for a quick kiss, I take my other hand and give his cock a quick squeeze - taking note that he's got a little action of his own going on too! 

With that fact in mind, I look your way with a quizzical look waiting to see if you're ok with this and proceed once I notice your smile of approval. With confidant hands I take to his pants and quickly make them disappear. His cock is somewhat long, thick and with a nice plump mushroom head to top it off. How can a girl get so lucky to have 2 glorious cocks to satisfy her?!?! Bending over slightly I take him into my mouth and give him the same attention I'd previously given your cock just moments before... 

Faced with my curvy rump before you, you take this opportunity to slide your hands up my legs and continue up my skirt to discover that I'd forgone the panties this morning. With a moan of sheer desire you quickly make your way to my wet pussy with your cock... teasing me a few strokes you glide it up and down my slit before plunging yourself in one quick move deep, very deep into my aching cunt! My moan is muted slightly by the fullness of the cock in my mouth, but just as quickly I hear your clients appreciation of my moan as it vibrates on his cock...

You glide yourself with hard and fast strokes inside my pussy, each one driving you closer to a maddening climax... you can feel me cumming to the same conclusion as you feel my pussy tighten against your cock with each ferocious stroke. In my hands I can also feel your clients balls tightening up so I know he's very close himself...

Knowing I'm crazy about feeling your cock explode in my ass.... filling it with your seed, you slip your way out of my pussy and quickly test my arse with your wet finger before taking my arse with your cock... your level of desperation reach a point of no return... 

I feel your cockhead teasing my ass, testing it for entry when with one swift move you enter me again causing me to moan. A few steady strokes of your cock, feeling your balls slapping against my pussy... almost reaching my clit. I begin to hear that familiar moan when you can no longer hold yourself back. With one hand between my legs I stroke my clit and feel myself also begin to cum. Your client deliciously content with my mouth sucking him with my tongue and lips, feels another one of my moans against his cock and begins to spill his seed into my mouth... just as I begin to feel your cock expand in my ass and spurt your first seed into my curvy bum. 

Each of us satisfied in our own little way, you look your client over and notice he's pleased with what he's seen and experienced... 

Noticing that my mouth was so properly filled with cum that some spilled out to my chin, you reach over with your finger and take some to your own mouth for a quick taste... with a nod of his head, you notice your client wouldn't mind if you gave me a helping hand or mouth as it were, cleaning up my little mess.

Thank you for the inspiration and your friendship PS.

This was my first ever attempt at the possibility of a mmf 3some.  Something I've had as a fantasy for a little bit now.  If this is well received I'd be inclined to take this story further into other possibilities. *wink*

Your comments, suggestions and praise very welcome.