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The Diner

By: Valet of Roissy



He had just finished washing down the grill top from the mess built up by the last rush of dinner orders before close, and was looking forward to picking up his day’s pay from the lady who’d hired him on. He was deep in the middle of a self-discovery trip, motorcycling across the US and trying to live either off the land or by doing odd jobs to generate the bit of cash he needed to tide him through the rougher parts of the country. He thought about the irony of how the mechanical failure his bike suffered earlier this morning ended up putting him in a position he’d never thought he’d be in again – back in a sweaty kitchen cooking short orders. The last time he’d done that kind of work for money was in his college days, though he still knew his way around a kitchen much better than the average man. That had come in handy – the place had been packed all day, and had he not seen it himself, he would’ve thought the café never had that much draw over an entire year. Never judge a book by its cover, he reminded himself.

Wiping his hands on the front of his dirty apron, he leaned in the open doorway joining the kitchen with the cramped dining room. It was a small “mom and pop” type diner in the middle of nowhere, but it seemed Mom and Pop had both passed on and now their only daughter had taken over the reins. Kind of odd, he thought, as he watched her perfect figure from behind, hips swaying as she wiped off the tabletops and arranged the condiments. A woman as attractive as her, he assumed, would have been swept up and happily married long ago. He figured her to be in her late twenties, though her eyes revealed she’d experienced much in that time. They’d also revealed a need – one that he’d hoped all night to have the opportunity to fill. 

Her average height and slender frame were silhouetted by the occasional beam of headlights from the passing semis, the only thing on the road at this late hour. He thickened slightly as the perfect curve of her ass stretched her tight denim jeans, watching her as she leaned over the table to draw the shutters closed.

“Why don’t you leave those open?” he suggested nonchalantly as he reached in the cooler and pulled out a couple of cold beers.

She turned, slightly startled by his unfamiliar voice, but settled her hands on her hips and her mouth into a warm grin when she saw him walking over with the drinks. It had been such a long time since she’d been attracted to any man, and even then, never to a “drifter” type. She’d initially classified him as such when he first walked in wearing a dusty, grimy leather jacket and equally dirty jeans. His tan face was unshaven for at least a week and his dark hair had been unkempt probably just as long. But something about his eyes told her he wasn’t the rough biker type she’d initially thought him to be. She was certain of it after their short conversation – he was obviously well educated, as he told her he was on a vacation and had experienced some bike problems, needing to work a day or two to pay for the repairs. Handing her the “Help Wanted” sign he’d pulled from the window on his way in, he said he had experience in the kitchen, of which she was skeptical, but after she had her first taste of the omelet he’d whipped up to prove himself, she knew she had no choice but to bring him on. It was the weekend of the monthly Market Days in the nearby town, and it always brought a lot of traffic and clients by her restaurant. She couldn’t afford to have the chef take another one of his ever-more frequent “sick” days, but that was a matter with which she would deal with on Monday. So she brought him on offering two hundred dollars for the full weekend, plus free meals. As she gazed into his gentle eyes, part of her wanted to offer more.

“Now why would I want to do that? So someone can case the place easier?” she kidded as she reached for the beer he offered her. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room, and traced down his frame as he pulled the apron slowly over his head, his muscled chest tensing under the tight, white t-shirt he wore underneath. She flushed as she looked up at to see he’d caught her taking in his body. Quickly switching the subject, she stated, “We did good today. Lots of compliments on the chef, as well as some promised return visits tomorrow.” She raised her beer as if in a toast then drew back a sip. “You know, there’s a washing machine in the back I use for the linens around here. You could use it to wash some of those close of yours.”

“That might be a good idea. It’s been awhile since these things last saw some soap,” he said with a laugh before tilting the bottle back, enjoying a long draw. He sat on the edge of one of a table positioned in the middle of the room, across from the booth against which she now leaned. There was an obvious bulge in the crotch of his jeans as he crossed his ankles and slowly drew his gaze up her long legs, pausing briefly at her hips before continuing up to look unabashedly into her eyes, not at all afraid of hiding his attraction to her. “But as far as the shades, I was thinking it might be more… ahh… exciting to watch the cars go by. Besides, it’s dark in here. They won’t be able to see much.” He tugged the hem of his T out of his jeans and pulled it over his head in the same fashion as the apron… nice and slow, giving her plenty of time to watch and react.

“See much of what, exactly?” she asked, trying to act aloof to his intentions. But her nipples gave away her excitement, thick and firm, poking abruptly through her lacy bra against her cotton top. She glanced down his tone frame again as he sipped from his bottle, letting her eyes linger at the package between his thighs. She could feel the dampness brewing within her and she let go the tiniest moan as she tried to think of the last time she’d felt this kind of arousal. 

He stood and stepped towards her, his tan torso illuminated by the red neon “Closed” sign hanging in the window behind her. “Oh, I don’t know… I was thinking maybe two consenting adults thoroughly enjoying one another’s company,” he said as he tucked his thumbs into the waist of his jeans, fingers dangling by the button and zipper.

“That doesn’t sound very committal. An awfully ‘PC’ comment for a half-naked guy,” she retorted, drinking back another gulp. As she looked into his eyes awaiting his answer, she heard the smooth metallic sound of his zipper lowering.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I meant to say two naked adults,” he replied as he pushed his jeans down equally toned thighs and legs, pulling off his boots and socks while bent over. When he stood back up, all he wore was his smile and a quick wink. Now his entire body glowed in the dim interior light washed over with red neon. He hung full, but limp for the moment, swollen only in thickness by the intensity of the situation rising between them. He reached again for the bottle and took a sip. Cold condensation dripped down the glass surface, landing on his firm chest, rippling over his abs, then disappearing into the faint trail of dark, curly hair, which started just below his navel.

Her eyes took all this in during the short moment it took her to lunge forward, dropping to her knees before him and digging her nails deep into his cheeks and back of his thighs. Her hot breaths came short and shallow over his thickness as her tongue delved into the creases between his sex and thighs. She whimpered as she licked and nibbled his flesh there, breathing deep his musky scent, at the same time feeling his fingers tangle into her hair and scalp, gripping handfuls of her curly locks as she gobbled around him.

She hungrily sucked at his scrotum, rolling her tongue over and around each of his heavy balls in turn, drawing them deep into her mouth until she felt him flinch as the pleasure bordered on pain. She dropped her head lower still, pushing his thighs apart with her hands as her tongue traced over the swell of flesh between his now-glistening balls and his tight hole. Again, she breathed his scent deeply through her nose, his raw, pure odor driving her mad with desire. Her head yanked back suddenly and sharply just then, and she watched as he squat down before her, bringing his lips to hers and kissing her wildly, their tongues pressing harshly against one another. She quivered as he bit down on her lower lip before sucking it in between his own.

He continued kissing her like this for long minutes while his hands explored all of her body. After a few anxious squeezes of her pert breasts, he grabbed her collar and ripped sharply apart, tearing her blouse down the center. Just as aggressively, he ripped the thin rib of fabric connecting the cups of her bra in front, allowing her breasts to swing free, her nipples peaked above engorged areolas. He bent lower and took each into his mouth, paying them the same rough oral attention he had to her lips just moments before. Her loud gasps were suddenly squelched when he quickly stood back up, forcing her head back between his thighs.

He was fully erect now, and his solid shaft pressed against her cheek as she nuzzled his thigh. She licked and kissed her way back along the length of his rod, pausing for a moment to circle his head with the flat of her wet, cat-like tongue before swallowing him up completely with one gulp. Fighting her gag reflex as his head tickled deep down in her throat, she puffed hot breaths around his shaft, which further increased his passion. He lost control for a moment, grabbing the sides of her face between his palms and fucking her mouth and throat with long, deep strokes, every muscle of his thighs and ass clenched tight. They both screamed out in unison as she raked her nails along the front of his legs as he pulled himself free of the vacuum she was creating between her lips with a loud popping noise. She gasped heavily as the strands of saliva trailing from her lips to his cock hung lower and lower, finally breaking and sticking to either of their bodies.  Recollecting herself, she raised her wide-eyes to look up at him wantonly… her questioning gaze asking him why he’d backed away.

Looking down to her dark eyes, he pulled her up and pressed her bare chest to his own, locking lips in another passionate kiss. His hands groped at her tight ass, pulling each cheek up and apart, kneading the flesh and feeling his cock jump as he fondled his favorite part of the female anatomy. But it was even better in the flesh, and her Levi’s, sexy as they were, were impeding his progress. He worked the button-fly loose and pushed them down as she wiggled her hips free of the restricting denim, feeling them fall to a pile around her ankles. She alternately kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans free of her ankles. Now the only thing separating either of their swollen sex was the sheer black fabric on her satin panties. These, he noticed as she pressed herself against his manhood, were soaked through, a wetness he longed to taste.

Kissing his way down her body, he wrapped his lips around the outline of hers, which protruded through the damp material. His tongue traced her long slit up and down, wiggling slightly left and right as he tasted her essence. His fingers curled under the border of one leg of her panties, pulling them to the side and revealing her ass, while his other hand pushed her around to face away from him and out the open window shades. Pressing her cheeks apart, his tongue delved into the heady cleft, circling round and round her tight hole, feeling it pucker and tense against his tip. He heard her gasp loudly as he pressed it deep into her, her dark rosebud quivering around him as he passed the first of her rings. Settling in to a more comfortable position on the balls of his feet and knees, he massaged her ass cheeks while administering healthy licks and sucks at her hot sex as it swelled behind her.

Meanwhile, she was caught in a mild dilemma of the most intense orgasm welling up inside of her versus the thought of one of the few cars passing by deciding to pull in for any reason. The booth he’d bent her over was against a window adjacent to the door, and enough light was spilling in from the outdoor overhead lights that she was certain it wouldn’t be long before they were discovered. But the sudden and fantastic feel of his tongue thrusting between her tight pussy lips sent her to another place… a place she’d not been in years. As her first orgasm of the night rang through her, she wondered at the differences between it and the one’s she’d grown accustomed to giving herself. Such a different intensity and lack of control… feelings she was experiencing the extremes of on this night. His teeth bit down into her cheek, drawing out a sharp scream, but it was squelched by the soft and tender kisses along the small of her back as he stood behind her and pecked his way up her spine, nuzzling behind her ear.

“You feel like you’ve needed this for awhile, sexy,” he whispered into her ear. Rotating his hips slightly until his thickness protruded between her wet and tender thighs, he gave her no time to respond as he rocked back and forth, his erection driving like a wedge between her lips and traveling the course of her lips without yet entering her. He could feel her clit swelling larger with each stroke as his cockhead tapped it with every forward thrust. “The question is… do you trust me? I mean, really trust me?”

She nodded her head and in an instant felt him pushing her face into the table’s surface with more force than was necessary. Her heart skipped a bit in a moment of fright as she felt a cold leather strap tighten around her knees, clamping her legs together around his thick cock. How he’d managed to loop his belt around her legs with one hand was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment… her body forced into a state of “fight or flight”, adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream. What had she gotten herself into?

Just as she thought this, the first of several sharp, stinging blows to either of her upturned ass cheeks came, each one driving out a loud yelp… but each one a little less painful… a little more exhilarating. She felt his right hand leave her ass and was readying herself for another blow, but instead she sensed the thick head of his cock sliding up and down her slit… then withdrawing as his thighs peeled away from hers.

A wave of excitement washed down the center of his body as he took in the perfect visual feast before him. His hand was wrapped tightly around the base of his thick cock, blocking the outward flow of blood so that he swelled tremendously, veins distending along his full length. His head had turned a deep shade of violet and the entire length of his member was glistening with her essence, the electric neon glow making his manhood all the more phallic. Her ass was lifted high as she stood on tiptoe, and the light spilled over and accented her soft but tone curves. Her cleft was wet, as was her anus, and he watched it pucker as he held his cock mere inches over her sex. With a flick of his wrist, he smacked the underside of his cockhead against her tight hole, watching her cheeks flinch with each contact.  Hearing her moans as he felt the sounds straining from their source, his other hand closed loosely around her throat.

Cinching up on his cock, he wiggled the head between her swollen lips, elated at how they pressed back between her bound thighs. Glancing to his left, he could see their reflection in the mirrored surface of the old Wurlitzer jukebox against the wall, and he watched intently as he sank himself into her depths with one slow, steady push. Her scream barely registered in his thoughts as he pressed his thighs against hers, forcing the last couple of inches into her hot, tight cunt - inches he usually reserved for later in intercourse, after his partner had relaxed enough to accommodate his generous length and girth. But he was beyond the point of holding back… he needed this as much as she did, and he had regressed to pure animal instinct, focusing solely on his own need. Keeping her face plastered against the table with his hand around her neck, he returned his right hand to her ass, pinning her hips to the edge of the table as he slowly withdrew his massive cock. The friction her vice-like pussy created was so intense, he felt certain he’d come in a matter of moments.

Her own orgasm had begun as soon as she’d felt his thick head pierce her tunnel, and had been constant ever since - growing steadily in intensity with each hard stroke he delivered with astonishing perfection. She knew from the moment she first talked to him that there was an attraction she couldn’t deny, but she had no idea that this is the way she would have him… totally relinquishing control to him… letting him fuck her like an animal. His strong grip around her neck and over her ass reinforced this submissive position she’d allowed herself to be in, and further heightened the intensity of the experience. Already, she was responding in ways she never had before… with any man or woman. She grit her teeth as he drove harder and faster, his full strokes never shallowing, even as his pace quickened. The spasms throughout her pussy came faster and faster as her orgasm continued to escalate. Her moans wailed in a constant drone, the pitch heightening each time she felt his cock bottom out abruptly against her cervix. Her grip closed around the edge of the table just as the hand around her neck released, only to return its strong grasp around her ass. She stood higher on her toes, arching the small of her back, offering her sex up to him, relishing in the way he was taking her – so happy to finally submit herself to someone.

As both hands grasped the perfect heart shape of her tight buttocks, he could feel her pressing back into him… meeting each thrust… the new angle of her sex tightening on his cock even more. He’d crossed the point of inevitability and he knew it was just a matter of sending her over the edge to finalize his own orgasm. As his gaze slowly drifted from her sweaty, distressed grimace down the line in the middle of her back, he focused on that which he held tightly in his grip. Bringing his thumbs together along her cleft, he drew her cheeks wide and placed the tips of his thumbs against her tight rosebud. Never breaking cadence with his hips, he slowly pressed his thumbs into her self-lubed ass, all the way to the first knuckle. He heard her shouts echo through the diner, spurring his actions along further. He could feel his member pummeling in and out of her through the thin membrane separating her two caverns, and the pressure his thumbs exerted along the top of his shaft was incredible. Pushing deeper, his thumbs entered her completely as she groaned loudly, and he squeezed each hump of her ass from inside and out, like a catcher closing his grip around a blazing fastball. Sweat dripped from his forehead, over and into her wrenched-open backdoor.

Bright white lights streaked across their bodies, the shadows of the open blinds masking horizontal stripes across their glistening skin, reminding each of them of the precarious position they were in. It was all he needed. His balls, which had been loudly slapping against the front of her sopping pussy and clit, now lifted tightly as his sack tightened in preparation.

The sudden blinding light brightening the softly lit room worked similar effects on her, and with a sudden sense of fear for discovery, every muscle in her body tensed simultaneously. Her sex, in the throes of a continuous orgasm, cinched tightly together just as she felt him driving in. His unrelenting momentum and force, together with the sensation of her virgin ass being stretched so wide, was all too much, and with a silent gasp, she hovered between the conscious and unconscious… images a blur… sounds fading in and out like waves… as the most intense feelings she’d ever known washed over her. And still, the pounding came, though more sporadically and without the syncopating rhythm she’d grown accustomed to. Then she felt it… the warm flood of his hot seed shooting deep into her before it flowed back out, displaced by the pummeling of his huge cock. As the first bits dripped from her engorged pussy lips down the back of her thighs, she felt another wave hit… then another… then another. She felt like she was sitting atop a geyser.


The Diner



I've had always had something of an exhibitionistic streak. Not the blatant sort exhibitionism, whereas one typically enacts something of a porn scene for various audiences and usually afterwards engages in various additional sexual activities with said audiences, or even the sort that often compelled one to perform strip teases and such. For lack of a better word, I suppose it was a more...subtle sort of thing. I don't know what it was about.

But this is something about which I've fantasised about a lot.

There was a small diner on the corner of the road that was very quiet. It was a small, discreet establishment. He liked it for the superior coffee that they served. I liked it for the french fries.

He was already seated when I walked in. I smiled, headed towards him and paused, noting that somebody was already seated in the booth opposite him. A friend of his. I slid into the seat beside him, opposite the friend. Introductions were exchanged, and we picked up our menus. 

He laid his hand on my thigh.

I glanced at him, vaguely surprised, but he did not appear to notice, and I said nothing.

The men resumed their conversation - it was, inevitably, something about cars, and my thoughts began to drift in the general direction of why it was that men could be so very taken with hunks of metal. I was pulled back into reality first by the sensation of his hand stroking up and down my thigh, moving my skirt up and down my leg, and then the waiter, who had come to take our orders. Temporarily distracted from the wandering hand, I placed my order, at the same time firmly lifting his hand and placing it back in his own lap.

I was, meanwhile, being lured into the conversation with the subject being turned to politics. This was something I could get into, but again his hand was quite warm on my thigh, and I shifted in my seat, hoping he would get the message. There was a small smile on the corner of his lips, and a look from him as I moved to remove his hand again stopped me. I was being told, quite firmly, to sit still.

"What do you think about..."

I could not think. His hand had gone from stroking slowly up and down the length of my thigh, to fingertips slowly tracing over my crotch. I stopped midway through my sentence, straining my mind for the right words while my conversational partner watched, bemused.

"I think," said my antagonist, filling in the lengthening silence, "That was a ridiculous thing to have happenened."

I breathed, in a relief that was short lived, for the conversation did not seem to be distracting his hand from my crotch, and I shifted in my seat once again, clearing my throat meaningfully. He ignored me, and taking advantage of the adjustment of my legs, slid his hand further between my thighs. His fingers were now wedged quite firmly between my legs, rubbing up and down with maddening slowness. Quite involuntarily, I felt my breathing begin to quicken just a notch. As if on cue, so too did his fingers. And now I could feel myself moistening just the tiniest fraction.

"Your order," said the waiter, delivering our food with a pleasant smile. The hand between my legs was swiftly removed. I wondered if the fellow could see what was going on. He left. The friend had excused himself to go to the bathroom. We were alone, briefly.

"Sit on my hand," he remarked, casually, quietly.

"What?"

He smiled. "You heard me."

"I did. But what are you - "

That look again, silenced me. I reluctantly - but not as reluctantly as I should have been - shifted, and he slid his hand beneath my thighs. His fingers were against my bare skin. I wondered why I'd elected to wear a g-string that day. His fingers wriggled. My muscles clenched. He was still talking. Briefly, I wondered how his powers of concentration could be so superiour to my own.

I was being asked a question. His fingers had pushed he thin strip of my underwear aside. Fingertips against my hot, moist skin. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. "What -" Fingers, pushing roughly into me. My breath hitched, I whimpered. "What was the question?"

An odd look. The question repeated. The fingers still inside me now. I answered with relative normality, fought to regain a scrap of my composure. I picked up my fork, stabbed a piece of lettuce.

Dropped it, when his fingers began sliding up and down, in and own, finger fucking me with slow, deliberate laziness. The pleasure rose in me like a slowly building tide, and I could feel my moisture leaking out around his fingers, staining my thighs, staining the seat. And...yes, the horrifying sound of wetness. Faint, but still audible to my blushing ears. But I was beyond thought, now. My cheeks were heated, my hips longed to buck, grind against his hand, fingers still deep inside me, thumb pressing against the slick nub of my clit. He was eating with one hand, still speaking calmly. I picked up my glass of water, took a sip. Let out another small whimper at a particularly hard shove up inside me.

Bit my lip to hold in the shrieks.

Faster now, harder, his fingers thrust into me, his thumb rubbing deliberately against my clit. I tightened my hold on the fork. My knuckles whitened. And now...oh, god it was close. The waiter - what did he want? He was asking me something. I opened my mouth to answer - I knew I had to. I couldn't very well sit there and stare at him blankly. But oh...god...fingers. My eyes glazed over...my body shuddered. I came, all over his hand. The waiter - still there. Did he know? But how could he not? He was staring at me in perplexity. I blinked helplessly at him, limp, languid. Somebody was answering for me. He nodded, walked away.

Across the table, the friend was staring at me as though he had just discovered some sort of new, fascinating object.

I glanced over to the man sitting beside me. He had removed his hand, and was casually licking his fingers, a small curve to his mouth.

My cheeks flushed hotly, I took another sip of water and stared pointedly out the window, determined not to lose what little scrap of dignity I had left.

I could not, however, suppress the tiny smile of satisfaction that sprang to my lips, or the warm, satisfied glow that bathed my skin.



The Diner



While sitting down in a local diner one fall evening in a town I'd never been to before, I notice a beautiful brunette sitting alone in a booth for two. I began looking at the menu for some kind of nourishment that wouldn't put me in the hospital when I hear her voice. She orders eggs and waffles for her meal. I hear the waitress ask he if she's all right. By the sound of her voice I'd say she'd had a bad day. She just looked at the waitress and said, "I'm fine. Thank you for asking." The waitress made her way back toward me and took my order.

As I waited for my food to come I glanced over my shoulder at this woman. She was staring out the window looking at the cars passing by. She was lost in her thoughts not paying any attention to what was going on around her. As I turned a bit more to get a better look at her I noticed her hand was gently rubbing the inside of her thigh. I turned back around in a bit of disbelief and took a sip of my drink. Curiosity got the better of me and I had to look again. She had her hand completely up her skirt and was playing with her pussy. I looked up to her face and she'd closed her eyes. She was on a trip to her own world of ecstasy right there in the diner. I was hard as a rock and couldn't turn away. As she was getting close to her breaking point the waitress interrupted her with her food.

When the waitress walked away she raised her head and looked my way. I gave her a small grin and a nod. Her reaction was that of a schoolgirl getting caught with the intention of getting caught. She bit her lower lip, dropped her eyes and had a little smile on her face. She knew that I had seen her and knew what she was doing.

After I finished my food I motioned to the waitress for the check. When she walked over I asked for the brunettes check and I paid them both. The least I could do for the little show she'd given me. As I walked past her to leave I could smell her sex in the air around her. She reached out and stopped me and thanked me for buying her dinner. I insisted it was my pleasure and began to leave again when she asked, "Are you new in town?"

"Yes I am." I replied. 

"May I offer my company to you and show you the site my fine city offers?" she said.

"I'd be honored if you would. My name is Jim." I replied.

"And I am Victoria." she responded.

After walking around for about an hour we stopped in a public park and she brought up the diner and asked what I saw. I explained to her that I saw what she was doing and how much she was enjoying it. She said she'd seen the bulge in my pants and wondered if I enjoyed what I saw. 

"Very much so." I told her looking deep into her eyes. 

We stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime. As we stared I reached up and grabbed her by the hair with one hand and pulled her toward me. She offered no resistance with the advance. As she came closer I could hear her breathing change. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around me and leaned into me as she melted with out kiss. I could feel the tension leave her body as we kissed as if a weight had been lifted from her mind.

When I finished the kiss I looked into her eyes again and saw a different woman in front of me. She slowly opened her eyes to reveal that a desire had been fulfilled. She began to slowly move her hands over my shoulders and back as she pressed her body into mine. I slowly ran my hands down her back and over her firm round ass. I kneaded her ass with my hands and she let out a little moan. As the petting got heavier I realized she'd undone my pants and was rubbing my cock through my underwear. I lifted her up and walked her over to a set of swings near by. I sat her down on one and she reached up and pulled my cock fully out and began to kiss, lick and suck me. She was giving me so much pleasure I had to brace myself on the chains of the swing. I bent over and hiked her skirt up and started playing with her clit. My fingers were dripping with her juices in a matter of seconds. I lifted my fingers to my mouth to taste her sweetness.

I pulled my cock away from her luscious mouth and lowered myself down to partake of her wet sex. Her scent was sweet and made my cock throb and ache. I licked and sucked her to climax in a matter of moments. As I stood up I lifted her, turned her and bent her over the swing. As I lifted her skirt I could see in the dim lights her ripe wet pussy. It was pulsing with her heartbeat. I slowly pressed the head of my cock against her lips. The feeling of her spread around my cock as I enter her is intense. She moans with pleasure as I slide the full length in her. I reach up and grab the chains of the swing again and begin to stroke my cock in her. As I move faster and harder the sound of our skin slapping together is defining. As I get close to my climax she moans out loudly. I can feel her sex tighten around my shaft. Her back arches and she lets out a whelp as she orgasms. Her wetness is running down my leg as I can't take any more. My body shakes and my muscles go weak as I explode within her.

I reach down and massage her clit as I try to catch my breath. She begins to moan again. As I continue to play with her she starts grinding my cock in her again. I get hard again with the sounds and movement. She pulls me out of her and sits me on the swing. She straddles me and slides my waiting cock in her sex again and begins to ride me like a carnival ride. I pull her blouse up and begin licking and gently biting her nipples as she buries my pole in her sex. After a few minutes she drops her arms around my neck, pulls herself close to me and climaxes with more intensity then before. The feeling of her orgasm sends me to the edge where I can't hold back any longer and I release an orgasm so strong that I convulse and loose my breath again.

We rest for a few minutes with her on my lap and my shaft still in her. She rises and lifts me to my feet. She helps me redress and look as normal as I can after what we'd just done. She walks me to my hotel, that just so happens to be on her way to her place, and tells me she'd like to take me to dinner tomorrow night. I look deep in her eyes and give her a long kiss. 

"Tell me what time and where. I'll be there."

But that's for another time.



The Diner



My lover, I can't wait to see you again. I see you in my dreams, feel you inside me when I wake as if you had been there. It has been such a long time since I've felt your touch on my skin. I feel as though I have been wandering through the desert all these years searching for you.

I can't wait until I see you face to face. The thought of touching you overwhelms me so greatly, it's almost unbearable. I can almost feel your body next to me, your hand sliding up my thigh as we sit in a coffee shop on the corner, in a back booth you specifically requested. The venue is nearly empty at this time of day, just a couple bored waitresses and an old man sitting at the counter nursing his cup of coffee. 

We sit side by side in the booth with our backs to the others. I imagine you reach over to me, slide your hand up the length of my thigh pushing against the cotton fabric of my panties, reach just inside the elastic, and trace them up to the bones in my hip. 

Your head bends to mine and you place sweet soft kisses on my neck, breathing deeply to take in my scent. As you do this I reach my hand over to find that you are aroused and straining against your pants. 

You whisper in my ear, "I want you. Here. Now." 

"How?" I reply. "It's broad daylight...here are people here." 

I am suddenly apprehensive, not sure what you are expecting. You flash a wide grin that I think is for me, but quickly realize is for the waitress approaching our table with the pie and coffee we ordered. Your hand remains under my skirt, but I quickly jerk mine back, hitting the table with my elbow and causing the dishes to clatter. The waitress glares at me. 

"You know what?" you say to her with your eyes on mine, "I think we're good here for a little while." 

Smiling, you slide a bill across the table to her and give her a wink. Although I see obvious disapproval, your charm and the sizable tip has bought her silence. She flashes you a weak grin anyway and returns to the counter.

"Now, where were we?" 

Your attention focuses on me like a laser, causing my panties to dampen. Your right arm reaches around me over the back of the booth, and you twist around with your left, sliding that hand up under my thin summer blouse. Your fingertips feel warm against my skin and quickly find my nipple, rolling and teasing it gently until it stands up. 

Closing my eyes I sigh, "oh, no...not here, this isn't fair." 

"What's not fair?" you ask innocently, wrapping your fingers around to cup my breast. I feel that if I so much as move the wrong way I will cum right then.

I imagine that your left hand moves upward toward my throbbing lips of my pussy. I can feel the heat from the fingers through my thin cotton panties. You rub my clit through the fabric and lean in my direction until your mouth is up against my ear. I feel your hot breath and the dampness of your lips as you whisper right into my ear.

"I'm so fucking hot for you. Can you feel this? Gimme your hand. Feel my dick. I'm hard as a rock over here. That's because of you, y'know. I need you right now. I want to fuck you right now."

I cup my hand around the bulge in your pants, respectable by any standard, hard as a rock indeed. I rub up and down through your jeans until it dawns on me that you are moving your finger in small circles around my clit. It's all I can do not to cry out loud. Then, you stroke up and down with your left hand as the right one pulls closer around my shoulders and rubs my breast. 

I sink down a bit in the booth to provide you easy access to my opening. You move your hand down through the waistband of my panties, causing me to gasp at the actual touch. I have waited for this moment for what seems a lifetime. I buck my hips up closer to feel your fingers inside me, bracing my feet on the linoleum floor. 

By this time, I am sure I am dripping wet and my panties are soaked. I feel the vinyl of the booth dampen beneath me. You slide in first one finger, pumping it slowly in and out, making sure to cup your hand over my mound. You smile and look me in the eyes. 

"You shave down there. Just like the young girls do, huh? You wanna be a sexy cunt like all those girls? Shaving your beave? Yeah, you're a naughty girl." You insert a second finger and begin to finger fuck me, slowly at first. 

"It feels like velvet. My. God. It is so fuckin' soft," then a with a sigh and a soft "fuck me, ooooh shit," just under your breath, you lower your head to nip at my right nipple, licking and kissing at it through the fabric of my blouse before unbuttoning it to the waist so you can see the tops of my breast over my bra. 

Your hand is moving more quickly between my legs, three fingers inserted, crooked to hit just the right spot. As they move in and out, in and out I know I am close and wonder how I am going to disguise my screams of pleasure. 

I suddenly lose my breath and I say to you, "so....close...shit....don't stop....I can't...." and then you jam your right hand sideways into my mouth to muffle the sound as I cum harder than I can remember. Wave after wave washes over me and I lean my head back in an attempt to keep it under control. I shudder and shake, breathing in through my nose, emitting a slight "ahhh ah ahhh" of breath, but otherwise not letting out so much as a whimper. When you remove your hand, I sit and enjoy the feeling that has washed over me, biting my lower lip to keep from screaming an obscenity.

The feeling is every bit as delicious as I remember it being. You remove your hand from under my skirt, bringing it up to my mouth for a taste of the juices. Then you sit back and enjoy my basking with a smile on your face. I slowly lick each of the three fingers you had inside me. The fingers that had brought me so much pleasure, I make love to them with my mouth.

At this point, remembering the pie and coffee, you feed me a bite of the pie, picking up a bite with your fingers and offering it up to my mouth. As I close my lips around your fingers, I taste my juices intermingled with the warm cinnamon flavor of the pie. 

You sit up and say, "c'mon, scoot on out." 

"What? Why?" I question. You pick up the remainder of the pie in your hand, look at me with those big blue eyes and say, "My turn," then nod your head toward the men's room door in the back corner of the diner. "I am going to fuck that tight little pussy good," you whisper as we slide out of the booth together.

Or at least, that's how I imagine it would go.



The Diner



Edited by and dedicated to Destiny Parker




Out of the hot, humid and sticky NY summer, where the air was so thick it was hard to breathe, he stepped into the cool, crisp gust of air-conditioning. His shirt was soaked through, as only it can be when its 100 degrees out and there is no shade to hide in. The diner's air-conditioned interior immediately gave him a welcome chill and he knew this place was going to be his salvation. His earlier meeting went as planned yet he couldn't get away fast enough. His mind was still reeling from the fight he'd had with his wife. How could she, today of all days, start something? Their summer plans could have waited. They didn't need to discuss it at 6 am on one of his most important days, but then she always had been selfish.

The logistics of combining their two families had become a primary focus of the marriage. What started out so easily when their kids, of first marriages, were young had become a pain in the ass, as they grew into teenagers. More and more the process was becoming a source of tear-filled arguments. He laughed as he thought to himself that second marriages were supposed to be easy and fun filled. The sex was good but ever more infrequent and the time spent having fun with each other was being replaced with one argument and misunderstanding after another. Ah, what he would give to be single again and unattached.

The waitress came over and handed him the menu as she poured a tall glass of cold water. 

"Take your time and figure out what you want. I'll be back in a bit to take your order. I assume you are in no rush to get back out in that heat?" she said, in a raspy, once sweet, southern drawl. Giving him his space she retreated, seeing he was lost in thought.

"At least someone knows how to do things right," he mused.

She was a good looking woman. Tall with long, curly, red hair and a chest that was full and straining at the one-size-too-small blouse she was wearing. She was just the far side of being a bit too old for him but she obviously had once had a sweet, shapely figure that she still tried to show off in the hopes of a slightly bigger tip. Again he laughed, as he found himself actually starting to fantasize about her, a waitress almost 20 years his senior at the local diner. "Damn," he thought. "A few years ago I wouldn't have given her a second look." 

Just as he was starting to relax, the bell above the door jingled with a shrill tone. The door swung wide open and two young girls, making a grand entrance of it, sauntered in wearing the skimpiest of clothing. 

One of them was wearing a white tank top that made obvious the fact that she was not wearing a bra over her small, pert breasts. She was all but poured into a pair of short-shorts that showed off her shapely legs, barely covering her tight, round ass, exposing crescents of white skin at the hem, accentuating the wonderful swell of her behind.

If that wasn't enough, the second girl was in a powder blue, sleeveless t-shirt also showing no signs of a bra. Her Lithe, 5'7" body was encased in a short, loose fitting miniskirt that made her legs look twice as long as they really were. All this was deliciously topped off, like the cherries on an ice-cream sundae, by her bright red painted toenails. They crowned her perfectly tanned, sexy feet that were bound by the straps of her supple leather sandals. The straps, which wound up high above her ankles, were pulled taught and tight, just like the silk ropes she enjoyed being tied up with in the privacy of her bedroom. 

To top all of this off, both of the girls' breasts reacted to the coolness of the air-conditioning in the most obvious of ways. Their nipples stood erect and hard, sitting atop their oh-so-perfect tits, poking through the thin gauze of their shirts, calling his name, just asking, no begging to be fondled, touched, licked and nibbled. Yet these women, girls really, were as young as the waitress was old compared to his 49 years. They were not much older than his teenage step-daughter. Yet he couldn't take his eyes off the tall, leggy one, as beads of sweat were starting to soak through her shirt, taunting him. 

The waitress sat the two at a table that gave him an unobstructed view of the beauty with painted toes and ankles wrapped in leather. He wasn't sure if she was playing a cruel joke at his expense or giving him a present that she knew he would love. She then made her way over to him, her pad out, asking if he was ready to place his lunch order. Realizing he was staring at the young woman, lost in a dream, she cleared her throat and gave him a bit of a bemused look.

"I see the heat's getting to all of us today," she laughed.

He turned red and hurriedly ordered a large iced tea and his usual turkey sandwich on rye with Russian and coleslaw. The waitress gave him a knowing wink, smiled and walked away swaying her pretty, heart shaped ass gladly teasing him some more.

The day was getting stranger by the minute. First there was the fight with his wife, then getting caught playing the old lecher by the waitress. Yet there was something in her wink and smile that led him to believe he wasn't the only one having these provocative and stimulating thoughts in the diner this hot, sticky day. Figuring the heat of the day was playing tricks with his mind, he shook his head trying to clear them out.

The waitress came with the glorious, frosty iced tea that he downed in nearly one gulp.

"Another?" the waitress asked smiling.

His nod gave her the answer she needed. 

All of a sudden his head felt light and he was feeling a bit dizzy from the chill of the tea. His eyes blurred, and there was a faint ringing in his ears. He wasn't sure if he could sit upright. 

"What is going on?" he thought. "Why am I feeling this way?"He leaned back in the chair and exhaled deeply. Then he realized the young girl in the skirt, the one with those long legs that just wouldn't quit, was staring straight at him, beaming a smile that made his heart melt and his insides stir. 

"Is she really staring at me or am I just imagining it?" he asked himself. "What could she be thinking? Is she teasing me? Why?"

"Damn this isn't fair!" his mind protested.

Again he closed his eyes to the swirl in his head and hoped when he opened them she would be gone.

Instead when he opened his eyes he was greeted by the redheaded waitress giving him a quizzical look.

"Are you alright?" she inquired as she put another iced tea and his sandwich down in front of him. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

Again, did he see the waitress give him a conspiratorial wink? Usually he was in such control of both his actions and emotions, but whether it was the heat of the day or the fight with his wife, now it seemed he had lost his grip on both 

"Maybe I just need some food, need to eat." he thought to himself.

He waved the waitress off with a pleasant smile and focused on his sandwich like it was a life line. Usually he had the paper and would be reading the sports pages while eating lunch, but in the effort to get out of the heat as quickly as possible he had skipped the newsstand today. Now he had nothing to distract him while eating. One bite after another the sandwich went down. Yet he couldn't clear his head and had this feeling that someone was looking at him. He scanned the room and again his eyes came to rest on the girl in the skirt. This time he was sure she was looking straight at him. Her girlfriend was chattering away oblivious to the fact that she was not paying attention, but the Skirt held his gaze and wasn't about to let it go. 

The skirt shifted and slowly uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. She draped an arm over the back of her chair and twisted her upper body so her shirt pulled tighter across her chest, making her already hard nipples cry out for more; a taste, a kiss. She was so fucking sexy he couldn't possibly look away. With a nod of her head, she acknowledged to him that she knew she had his full attention, made clear she was in control, prepared and willing to play with him.

At this point he couldn't deny the stirring in his crotch as his cock started to swell and get hard. It was he who was doing the shifting now, though it was out of discomfort as well as an attempt to hide his growing member. He had just cooled down from the heat outside and now had begun to sweat from the teasing grin this young beauty was flashing at him. He quickly looked around the diner and realized that they were the only customers in the place. He felt a bit relieved by this. He surely didn't want to get caught looking with such lust and want at a girl half his age.

When he looked back he was in for the shock of his life. The skirt had spread her legs allowing him to look straight at her sweet, powder blue, tight, skimpy panties. She was slowly and subtly opening and closing her legs causing the thin fabric of her panties to climb up between the lips of her young, clearly shaven, pussy. The folds of the cotton material left nothing to his imagination as it followed the contours and folds of her opening. He could almost imagine her clit poking up behind her blue panties mirroring her erect nipples straining the front of her shirt. And if her nipples were yelling to be nibbled, her clit was a clarion call wanting to suckled and tweaked. If he was starting to stir before it would not compare to what was going on in his pants now, his cock was completely erect, straining against his boxers. He looked up from her crotch, past her hard nipples and to her eyes. He still found her staring straight into his, her lips slightly parted and her tongue slowly licking across their plump, pouty exterior moistening them with the sheen of saliva. 

"What's next?" he thought."This is too much of a fantasy to be real."

But the pressure in his pants told another story and left no doubt that he was awake and that the girl was real enough. His hand slowly made its way down and across his lap to rub lightly against his cock through the fabric of his pants. If he wasn't careful he might cum in his pants and that would be most embarrassing, topping off the craziness of his day.

He was praying that the waitress would stay in the kitchen and not catch what was going on. This had to stop; it had already gone too far. But he made no move to take his hand from his crotch or to avert his gaze from her exquisite and sensual body. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

The skirt wasn't about to stop herself either, she had other plans for him. After she had worked herself up to a point where her juices were flowing and her wetness was soaking through her thin cotton panties turning them a darker shade of blue , she slowly reached down under the table with her hand and pulled her panties to the side. Now her cunt, with its fine, downy and soft blond pubic hair, was completely open to his view and that pointy little clit was poking through the top of her glistening, swollen labia. She slipped one finger in then a second, lightly teasing the outside of her lips. Beginning to stroke her inner wet walls, strings of pussy juice coated her fingers. So wet and sticky was she, it seemed that his nostrils filled with her scent. Her clit, now very clearly evident and so filled with desire it seemed to increase in size, willing her fingers to play with it. She took her button between two fingers and gently began pinching and teasing her nub. Her juices were now sliding down her thighs and landing on the chair. He was so close to coming in his pants it was almost painful. Never had he seen something so daring, so erotic. He could almost imagine what she tasted like; almost smell her sweaty scent filling the room. Damn!

Then, as if a cannon had shot off, the swinging door from the kitchen slammed opened and closed, bringing him back to reality. He quickly averted his eyes and took another quick bite of his sandwich. Nearly choking he felt his cheeks flush red with embarrassment, yet the waitress seemed to have no clue what was going on. She made her way over to the two girls and asked if they wanted anything more. The skirt's friend barely stopped talking enough to ask for the check. Within minutes they had paid their bill and made their way out into the afternoon heat without a look back, leaving him with a raging hard on that was going to need attention. 

So quickly his private show had ended. In one sense he was disappointed that it was over and in another sense grateful. What a great distraction to his day, though her age made him feel conflicted and old. She really couldn't have been older than 21. So young, so fresh, so...

"What am I thinking? I should have put a stop to it right away," he chided himself. "If she was my daughter I would have first decked the guy out and then dragged her back home by her hair and locked her away for a few years," he thought, shaking his head.

"Can I get you anything more?" The waitress asked breaking into his internal conversation, jarring him back to the present. 

"A coffee please," was all he could manage to say and then asked, "Where's the bathroom?"

"To the left of the counter and through those double doors," she replied in a matter of fact tone, showing no inkling that she saw anything that had gone on earlier.

He rose, adjusted himself a bit and walked across the diner. His mind was still on the young girl, her shirt clinging to her nubile tits and the image of her wet pussy with her fingers lightly making their way through her moist lips, poking at her hard, engorged clit. He was sure if it continued a little longer he would have had a mess in his pants. He hadn't come in his pants since high school when a girlfriend had rubbed him off in his pickup truck in the parking lot of the local stadium. And this, only after he promised not to expose himself to her. Making a mess in his pants in the diner would surely have been a humiliating cap to his day.

He was still a bit hard when he got to the bathroom. The excitement wouldn't go away. Something needed to be done about it. If he knew he could be alone at home he would drive there before heading back to work and jerk off. As it stood now he knew he needed to relieve the pressure he was feeling between his legs. The bathroom was clean and well lit. The stall was roomy. He knew no one was in the diner so he wouldn't be disturbed. He laughed at himself. It had been 30 years since he had jerked off in a public restroom like this. Not since he had a roommate in college and he had to use the shared bathroom for privacy.

So he entered the stall and lowered his pants. This wouldn't take long as he was still a bit erect from the show earlier. He sat down and started to lightly fist his cock. Quickly it reached its full length of around seven inches. His wife had always been happy with the size and shape of his penis. Though very small when flaccid it grew respectably and was of a nice thickness, not too big, so he fit comfortably in her mouth and at times taken in her ass but also a nice full size to fill her pussy. His eyes closed and he was transported back to the table where he could envision the young woman in her skirt. The vision of her pulling her panties to the side, fingering herself, letting the cool air hit directly on her clit, the folds of her lips and the curves of her vulva being spread open by her second hand as the first danced in light, rapid circles over the button of her womanhood, made his cock twitch with each stroke. He could feel his cum rising in his balls as he started to fist himself more quickly. How he would have liked to have a taste of her pussy, to drink her warm and savory nectar. Oral sex was one of his most favorite sexual activities, both giving as well as receiving. A woman straddling his head really grinding herself , her pussy, into his mouth and nostrils, so all he could breath and taste were her juices, now that was heaven, that was bliss. 

His eyes were tightly shut at this point, lost in the moment, so when the door to the bathroom opened he could not hear its squeak. Even if he did hear it, it would not have mattered, for he was completely consumed by his fantasy, so ready to explode the only thing he was aware of was the throbbing cock in his hand and the pumping of his fist.

It was the knock on the stall door and the voice of the waitress that brought him crashing back to Earth. 

"I saw how she teased you so and the effect it had on you," she whispered. "To be honest I too was totally taken by her beauty and daring, the way she played with her lovely young slit. How I would have joined her if she had only let me."

The waitress continued, her voice dripping with excitement, "I know I would have reacted the same way you did because I have. Let me show you. If you would open the stall door I am sure we could help each other out and take care of each other as only adults can. No teasing. I want you inside me." 

He didn't need to be asked twice. Quickly, he opened the door and saw the redhead in front of him, her shirt already open and her pink bra straining against her full breasts, begging to be released. Her right hand was already lifting her skirt up and inside her white panties rubbing circles around her clit. Her eyes were riveted on his hard and pulsing cock. For a minute or so they both stood still as they watched the other masturbate. Finally, she made the first move by lowering her panties showing him that she truly was a redhead with a nicely trimmed bush of fine red, now wet, pubic hair. Her pussy lips were already swollen and glistening with wetness, slightly open as a sweet, delicate butterfly. 

She moved forward and straddled his waist lowering herself onto his hard, warm, throbbing cock. Slipping his member easily into her wet pussy .They both let out a moan and exhale of air as if they had been waiting for this moment their whole life. She completely lowered herself onto him, taking his full cock into her very wet and warm pussy, feeling his veined manhood slide along her now extremely sensitive pussy walls. For what felt like an eternity she didn't rise up but with the control of experience and practice he felt her tighten herself around him as if milking his cock. He had never had a woman with this type of control. Finally, as slowly as she had lowered herself down, she carefully and with wondrous control, slowly raised herself up only to impale herself again and again on his thick penis. It was as if she was masturbating him with the strong, pulsing muscles of her pussy. This was truly a new experience for him, the feeling of a pussy masturbating his cock. 

His hands reached around her, finding the clasp to her bra he deftly unbuttoned it and let it fall by the wayside. Her breasts spilled out, nipples engorged and erect. Thick and full, they were like plump erasers just waiting for the touch of his lips and the caress of his tongue. For a woman of her age her body was surprisingly toned and as sleek as that of a woman half her age. Her breasts were natural yet didn't sag one bit. This was a woman who took good care of her body and knew how to use it to pleasure both herself and a partner. He leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth, the other he began rubbing with his open palm on just the very tip. She let out an audible moan. For two people, never having met before, they both knew exactly what the other wanted. It was instinct pure and simple.

With the determination of an experienced lover he made her slow down on his cock. Finally, making her rise completely off of him, reluctantly slipping out of her he had her turn around and close the stall door. Leaning her forward and against the door he lifted her butt in the air and pulled her ass toward him a bit. He spread her cheeks and slowly parted her pussy from behind with his tongue. His nose was slightly pressed against the tight rosebud of her asshole, teasing her there as she loved. She pushed back trying to get his tongue to snake further into her pussy. She ended up pushing hard against his face completely grinding her open and wanting pussy toward him as if to have him disappear inside. The waitress set the pace, his tongue, chin and nose at her disposal. His hand reached around her and started to fondle the fullness of her breasts as if holding on for dear life. Her taste was only to be outdone by the wetness itself. His was becoming completely drenched in her juices. 




The Diner



The sun glared off the asphalt and through the windows. The diner was deserted, and the harsh light of noon only served to emphasize that. Irma gazed down at the cherry of her cigarette, watching the red-orange glow eat it slowly. She tapped her fingers in time with Peggy Lee's sympathy, knowing just how it felt to walk the floor and watch the door. Boredom was a way of life out here. The clock on the wall read 2:30, and Irma had to sigh. Another four hours in her shift, another four hours with nothing to do. Neither Stavros the cook nor Ricky the busboy had bothered to show up today. Irma suspected something her mother had told her about Greek men, but it didn't really matter. They'd only made four plates up all week. Irma was confident that she could handle anything that came up, and she knew nothing would.

Outside, the highway stretched to the horizon in both directions. There were places to be at either end, but the diner was smack in the middle of nowhere. There were signs for Hidden Valley, a housing project which never got started, splashed along the side of road. Irma supposed that's why they'd built the diner here. The signage was faded now and shovels had never gone in the dirt. But somehow, this place kept its doors open. Part of Irma was just glad for the pay cheque. Part of her hoped this pseudo-prison would burn to the ground.

She rolled the radio dial from the jazz station to a rockabilly one, and watched a car in the distance kick up dust in time with the beat. She'd already polished all the flatware, cleaned out the drain's trap, and refolded all the napkins. Irma had nothing left to do but compare the trails of cigarette smoke to the rising cloud of the oncoming car. She indulged in mild surprise as the blue chevy wheeled into the dirt lot. There'd be something to do afterall. She stubbed out her cigarette, checked her uniform, and tore off the used page of her orderbook. 

He was tall, easily over six feet. His hair was jet black, with the first subtle traces of salting. His face was angular, with a bristle of a beard, suggesting he'd been on the move for a few days. His denim jacket wore the dust of the dry summer air, and his slacks were rumpled. His eyes were slightly red, and circles suggested themselves in his sockets. His gaze was still sharp though, as Irma felt him drink in the details of the place. He sauntered up to the counter and sat down.

Irma had to admit that he was a fair sight prettier than the few regulars they had out here. Still, Irma reminded herself, he was just a customer. She came over, adjusting the wide, stylized glasses she wore, "What can I get you, sweetheart?"

"Well, aren't you familiar?" He replied, flashing a her a playful smile. His whole face ignited with it, and Irma felt her heart skip a beat. He was gorgeous. You could miss it under the travel he wore, but he was an immaculate creature. Irma flushed, and he laughed softly, "Coffee, darlin'. Black."

"Coming right up." She said, composing herself. She grabbed the pot and scolded her foolishness. This man was not here to sweep her off her feet. And god only knew where he'd come from. She brought the coffee over, setting it down beside his manicured hand, "Anything else, Mister."

"Robert, Irma." He said reading her name tag, "You can call me Robert. And I'll just look over the menu for a spell, if you don't mind."

"Ain't like I got much else to do here, Robert." Irma replied as she stepped into the back. She undid a button on her blouse, releasing the heat Robert was inspiring in her. A flush had risen on Irma's petite chest. She fanned herself for a few moments, trying to let her mind go blank. She heard the song on the radio change, which made her worry she was taking too long, being too conspicuous. She grabbed a washcloth and headed out the far door to busy herself with tables that already shone in the summer sun.

She stalked through the dining room, keeping herself to the corner away from Robert. She heard Johnny Cash strumming through the radio, her own swishing across the surface of the tables, and the occasional slurp of Robert's coffee. She felt possessed by sexual tension. "I must be imagining it." she told herself, "it's just a foolish dream. Stop it!" Her mind tried to assert her reality, that the mundane, banal repetition. She was just being silly. Irma tried to listen to her common sense, but her spirit yearned for another possibility. She had stopped wiping the table, though she hadn't realized it. She could feel Robert's eyes upon her, and she flushed with embarrassment. She rounded on him and snapped, "Looking at something, Robert?"

"Uh, you have a run in your stocking is all." he pointed at her left calf casually as he took a long drink of his coffee.

"Oh!" Irma squeaked and dashed into the kitchen. She brought her apron up to her face and squished her nose in humiliation. He was trying to be nice, and she'd been so rude! Silly girl with her silly dreams, and now Irma had probably cheated herself out of a tip. She stepped from the white heels she wore for work and slipped her stockings down. Thankfully, she'd shaved her legs that morning, so she could pull off the rest of her shift without a replacement pair. She had to apologise. 

Irma, stockings unmindfully in her hand, drew a deep breath and pushed back behind the counter, "Robert, I'm sorry. It's just. Sorry. Nothing."

He looked her slowly up and down, evaluating something, but she couldn't tell what, "Go ahead," he urged, "tell me."

"It's slow out here. And a new face, it's just, disarming. And now I have to drive out to the pharmacy and get new stockings after my shift." Irma sighed and slapped her ruin garment down.

Robert looked the stockings over, "You know, there's probably a few things these would still be useful for. Do mind if I look them over?"

"Well, it's a bit odd," Irma considered it for a moment, then relented, "But of course. They're just stockings." She'd been so inconsiderate before, how could she deny him this odd, but innocent request.

"Still good as a bug screen, there's just the one run here." He pulled and tested the material, seeming to find satisfaction with them. "Still pretty strong. See." He tossed the torn leg up into the ceiling fan above the counter, and it wrapped about the blade, tying the fan up. Robert stood up and walked over to the front door.

"What's that supposed to prove? You're going to get that fan unstuck, Mister!" Irma exclaimed. What was with this guy? "Robert," she asked as he ignored her, "what are you doing?" Her heart pounded in her chest as he looked out the door, then slowly turned the lock until it clicked.

"Robert. We were being friendly here, but what are you going to do?" The sexual thrill she'd felt was subsiding into genuine fear of this man. He took off his jacket and tossed it aside. He wore a loose fitting jersey beneath, and he rolled up his sleeves. There were tattoos on his arms! And not the navy ones some of her brothers had. They might even be prison tattoos. She staggered back from the counter as Robert vaulted over it.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Irma. I'm going to show you what your stockings are still good for," he reached out and caressed her face gently, "and that you're good for much more than this." He turned his back on her, gesturing around to the diner. She could have fled then. She could have run out the back and got in her car. But fear and lust were driving into one another in an unstoppable torrent. 

"What do you want me to do?" She whispered as he stepped closer. He flashed that intoxicating smile again, and she felt her last reserve of resistance melt. He eased the glasses from her face, revealing her sparkling green eyes. They contrasted beautifully with the dark flowing locks of her hair, which he unpinned and let fall over her shoulders. He gently took her wrists in his hand, and the stocking in the other. He laid a figure eight over her wrists, then wrapped them tightly. He tied them off so she reached up to the ceiling, her hips displaced backward by the edge of the counter. Irma pushed a reactive sigh from her lungs as he cinched her ties off. He walked back into the kitchen, disappearing for a moment. Irma's pulse raced, the uncertainty feeding her excitement. She heard the click of the rear door's lock, ensuring their privacy. She strained over her shoulder to smile at him as he returned.

He took her throat in his hand and whispered to her, "I can tell you've never been allowed to use your imagination, Irma. I am those wild dreams you suppressed and denied." He squeezed gently, and Irma leaned into it, hungry to relinquish control to this stranger. He stepped behind her, holding her throat firmly but sweetly. Robert untied her apron, letting it fall over her shoes. His free hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt. Irma was surprised by the purr of pleasure that rolled from her throat as his fingers traced the lacy line of her white panties. He explored her flesh and she revelled in it. She'd never imagined that a man's touch would feel like this, so rough yet sweet.

Her hips rolled back against him instinctively. Irma felt the hot, hard line of Robert's cock in his pants. It felt so good against her ass, her skirt now lifted up over her hips. She loved that she had caused his heat, and needed him to use her to its completion. Her hips ground into his, matching the rhythm of his gyrations. She was growing wet with lust. He slowly released her throat, stepping away. His fingers traced down her back, catching the waistline of her panties. He peeled them down slowly. Irma found her legs twitching in eagerness, trying to rid herself of any obstruction to his touch.

His breath was warm and soft against her skin. He leaned in from behind her, finding the swell of her moist lips, caressing them with his tongue. Irma had never even thought of such a thing! It was an electric, wet, sensual feeling, and it send tremors of orgasm shuddering softly through her body. He laughed at her as she sighed. It embarrassed Irma that Robert laughed at her, but the deep resonance of it sent another flood of desire through her pussy, and she pushed her hips back against his tongue. Robert's lips and tongue suckled and flicked her soft folds, and Irma felt things she'd never imagined possible. The heat building up inside her was incredible and wonderful and more than a little scary to her. She started to hyperventilate, when suddenly Robert's hand wrapped gently around her throat again. Her body responded instantly, melting against his surety and strength.

Her relieved sigh became a gasp of shock as Robert pushed two of his strong fingers into her sodden sex. She shivered and cried out, unintelligible. Her eyes lolled in her skull, and her lips were locked in a gasping "O". The heat inside her flowed through her limbs and she sagged on her bonds as orgasm wracked her body. Releasing all her tension, a flow of succulent ejaculate gushed from her pussy. Irma gave one last big cry as Robert's fingers pulled out, her pussy pushing hard and splashing her lust across the floor.

Irma was still catching her breath when she felt Robert picking her up from behind and turning her over. He laid her on the countertop. Her legs spread wide on instinct, showing off her puffy, twitching pussy lips. He had stripped down. His body was large and hard, his chest covered with a downy layer of dark brown hair. It ran like a highway down to his hips, where every line guided the eye to his massive, swollen member. Its circumcised head was fat and pink, a dribble of clear precum glistening against the light. Irma lifted her hips further, knowing that cock belonged inside her. He pushed in slowly but insistently, all the way to the hilt, spreading her out deep inside.

Irma's sexual need reignited in an instant, and she wrapped her legs about Robert as he drove the last inch in. He held himself deep inside her, taking her by the hair and pulling their lips together. They kissed deeply as Robert rolled inside her. She moaned into his mouth, and wanted nothing else than to be his. 

Robert reached out and grabbed a small pairing knife. He sliced through her bonds, letting the tattered nylons fall from her wrists. She grabbed him by the neck, holding his cock inside her as she climbed up on him, kissing him hard. Tongues danced together as Robert unzipped her uniform, and pulled it hastily over her head. Irma in turn undid her bra, and tossed it across the room. She pressed herself into his large chest. The feel of his skin against hers was electric, and his cock was a font of pleasure impaling her. 

He tossed her up and down on his cock, staggering to the wall and driving her against it. Irma moaned out in loud, unashamed lust. She squirmed and gripped, trying to deliver all the sensation she could to the dick which pulsed inside her. Robert slammed her hard against the wall. As she bounced against it she found her mouth on his shoulder, and bit it as yet another orgasm ripped through her body. Robert roared as he speared her cunt over and over, forcing her pussy to flow freely across his flesh.

She could feel Robert's balls tense up as she came back to her body. She was exhausted and elated and could do nothing more. He set her down, holding her in place by her hair as I stroked that fat, gleaming cock before her eyes. She looked up and saw the contortion of his face as he raced to cum. "Give it to me!" She pleaded, desperate, full of need. His dick twitched, then spat hot seamen over her face, painting her lips, and splashing across her small, delicate breasts. A fat bead rolled into her mouth, salty and sweet and delightfully filthy. She savored his flavor and moaned in gratitude. As he released his grip on her, she curled up on the floor.

Irma didn't know how long she'd been on the floor, but the light had faded through the windows and Robert had gotten dressed. He was smoking one of her cigarettes, swirling the last dregs of a glass of bourbon he'd found somewhere. "Good morning, sunshine." He beamed down at her. Irma smiled back.

"I have to go now, Irma." Robert said and he walked to the door. Irma panicked; she needed to stay with him now. She had given everything of herself to him in that moment of passion, and she needed to be with him now. She scrambled around for her glasses, finding them as he stood in the doorway, not looking back, "You don't have to stay here, you know." He said as he stepped out.

Irma grabbed the heap of her uniform and held it up to her naked flesh as she made for the doorway. Robert got into his car against the light of the setting sun. Irma's mind was racing, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't go back to the prison of this place. She couldn't live this life so ordinary any longer. She sobbed as he started the ignition. He sat behind the wheel for a moment, then looked out, back to the door of the diner. Irma held her breath.

Robert reached across his car and flung the passenger door open. Irma ran barefoot across the dirt lot, ignoring the sharp stones stabbing her feet as she went. Naked, with only a rumpled waitress' uniform, Irma dove into the car, and kissed Robert hard on the mouth. He kissed her back, and stroked her hair gently. He guided them from the lot as she settled in against his shoulder, unmindful of her nudity before him. "Where are we going, Sir?" she asked. Robert simply smiled.



The Diner



It was a night at work like any other. I was nineteen years old, and it was the summer between my freshman and sophomore years in college. I was a waitress in the restaurant in the Westin hotel downtown. A destination for business travelers and convention goers. Hundreds of identical, nicely appointed rooms. Thousands of people coming and going, drinking a little too much in the bar, eating our overpriced mediocre entrees, and flirting with us waitresses because they were lonely and hundreds of miles from home. I was dressed as I was every night, as all of the waitresses were always dressed, in a tiny black dress that clung to my body and had a hemline that was only too long to be called scandalous. Dress code for the waitresses said that we had to wear black dresses with hems above the knee. However, it was a simple truth that shorter hemlines and deeper necklines made for bigger tips, so we all pushed it as far as we could go while still looking professional and not too slutty. There wasn't much I could do in the neckline department. I'm not a very big girl – 5'1" and barely 100 pounds with fine delicate features and tiny A-cup breasts. My dress was open around the shoulders to show off my delicate collarbones, but there was very little point in having it plunge any further. I rarely even wore a bra because there wasn't any point. But what I could accentuate was my hips and my ass. For being so small and slender, I had nicely shaped hips and a round butt that I was quite proud of. So while the other girls often chose dresses that were tight in the chest to show off their ample cleavage but had flouncy skirts, my dresses were always form fitting to draw attention to my best feature. 

It had been kind of a slow night. There was a cosmetics convention that was booking up well over half the hotel, but they were getting a buffet dinner upstairs and weren't down in the restaurant. A few other tables of random business travelers and couple girls in the bar who were in here all the time and we were pretty sure were call girls. I brought a couple of overcooked steaks to Table 10 and turned around to see him sitting there at Table 12. He was huge – 6'6" at least and built like a tank. Blonde hair, skin tan and coarse from hard outdoor labor, and green eyes that pierced through me like a laser. He may have weight 250 pounds, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His shirt barely contained the muscles in his chest and his sleeves were rolled up over forearms that were as big around as my thighs and ended in calloused hands the size of small dinner plates. He leaned back in his chair exuding casual confidence as though he owned the hotel, or possibly the whole damn town. He was magnificent. I went over to his table but instead of my usual warm and flirty greeting, my voice choked in my throat and the best I could manage was a stammer. 

It was the way he was looking at me. Staring, unblinking, taking in every inch of my body, assessing me as a man might do with a prize thoroughbred at an auction. I stood there awkwardly as he drank me in, his eyes lingering briefly on the small gold cross that I wear around my neck that my mother gave me for my 16th birthday, then rising to stare into mine. I blushed scarlet, the heat racing up the back of my neck and across my face, and my legs trembled slightly. He sat as though he was the master of all he surveyed and I was something he wanted to possess as well. He ordered in a deep voice, the kind of voice that you feel vibrating in your bones even though he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving mine for a second. I blushed again and scurried away. Normally if an attractive man was sitting alone, I'd make a point of sauntering away slowly so that he could have plenty of time to appreciate my ass in motion, but right then I had to get the hell out of there. 

The next hour was brutal. Every time I walked into the dining room, even if I wasn't going to his table, I could feel his eyes on me. They never left my body, a fact confirmed each time I stole a glance in his direction. He even watched me while he ate, devouring his meal the way he wanted to devour me. He didn't try to flirt, didn't talk unnecessarily. He just fixed me with that smoldering gaze. I was a wreck. I was flushed and sweating and frazzled. I kept dropping things, getting orders wrong. I couldn't think straight. I was terrified of the man at Table 12. Not terrified like I would be of a rapist, no. Terrified because I was overcome with a desire to let him do to me whatever it was that he was thinking of doing to me. I couldn't understand how he could make me feel like this. No one had ever made me feel like this. Not my boyfriend, surely. Heck, I hadn't even let him go all the way yet because I wasn't sure he was the one. Certainly not some stranger in the restaurant. I had always been a good girl, a church on Sundays girl, but he made me want to be his whore. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and I felt certain that he could smell my arousal, which made me feel ashamed and even hornier. 

I had to back to his table. He was done with his meal and I had to clear his plate away and ask him if he saved room for dessert. I was scared to do it. I was terrified that he would tell me that he wanted me for dessert. I was terrified that I would let him have me. Finally I worked up the courage to round the corner back into the dining room. He was gone; his chair was empty. A flood of relief tinged with disappointment washed over me. I walked up to the table hesitantly. There were a few bills there, more than enough to cover his meal with a generous tip. It was over. He was gone. I gathered up the money and his dishes and headed back to the kitchen. I needed to get a hold of myself; pull myself together and find a way to finish the shift. I ran the check and headed back to the back storage room, where the ice maker and gas cylinders for the beer were. I just needed a few minutes to collect myself and then I'd be able to get back out there. I was standing there taking deep breaths with my eyes closed when I heard the door open and close behind me. 

He was standing there, towering over me, a wall of muscle and lust. My eyes played over his body and I found myself staring at the enormous bulge in his pants, wondering what he could possibly have in there that was straining the fabric so. He crossed the few steps toward me quickly and I should have screamed. I should have cried rape and tried to fight him off. But then his massive arms were around me, his mouth was on mine, and I was on fire. His tongue was in my mouth, claiming it as his own. His huge hands swept over my body, over my back, my butt, my hips, and everywhere they touched it was like an electric current running through me. He broke away from my mouth and bent to my neck. When I felt his teeth graze against my skin my pelvis began thrusting at him of its own free will. 

He spun me around so that I faced away from him and pulled him tight against me. I could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into my lower back. He ran his hands all over my torso, over breasts, over my belly, holding me against him and kissing my neck. I was totally powerless to fight back, totally under his sway. He lifted the hem of my dress up around my waist and slipped his huge fingers down the front of my panties, cupping my sex. Part of me, that tiny piece of me that wasn't lost in the moment was shocked to hear me begging between moans, "please!", "yes!" He laid a finger the size of a sausage across my clit and slipped it inside me, rubbing me and penetrating me. I exploded and fluid gushed everywhere, all over his hand, down my legs, and onto the floor. I played with myself sometimes in bed at night but it was never like this. I screamed a scream that I felt sure the entire hotel could hear as the orgasm rocked through me. The last vestige of my will went with it; I was totally his plaything now. 

He pushed me forward firmly so that I bent over with my hands on the ice maker and my dress still hiked up around my waist. With one motion he ripped my panties off, the fabric shredding and tearing, and tossed them into the corner. I stood there on trembling tiptoes, my bare bottom stuck up in the air, open and ready for him. My breaths were coming in fast little pants as I heard his zipper. There was no more foreplay, no tentative exploring. He thrust himself completely into me with one swift motion. My vision exploded in white with a combination of agony and ecstasy. God, he was huge. I thought he was going to rip me in two. He kept thrusting – fast, long, deep strokes, each one smacking into my cervix and knocking the wind out of me. I felt sure he was going to bust right through and that massive cock would come out my throat. I was on a plateau of constant orgasms now, with no break between one and the next. His balls slapped against my clitoris like a punching bag and he just kept thrusting harder and harder, and I kept right on coming harder and harder. 

My legs couldn't take it anymore and they buckled under me. I was going to fall. But his hands were grasping my pelvis and holding me up. He straightened up and kept going, my toes dragging back and forth across the floor with his movements, struggling to just hold onto the edge of the ice maker. This wasn't lovemaking. You couldn't really even say that he was fucking me. He was taking me, possessing me, owning me, using me. Then I felt his thrusts quicken and become a little more ragged and I knew he was close. He gave a mighty thrust all the way inside me and growled, more like an animal than a man. I could feel his huge penis spasming inside me and I felt the warm sloppiness as thick ropes of his semen blasted into my uterus. Like everything else about him it was larger than life and it felt like a fire hose was pouring into me. The thought of his cum flooding into my unprotected womb made me come even harder. Soon he stopped thrusting and I felt his penis soften slightly inside me. He pulled out and I felt an unbearable gaping emptiness as he did so. He let me go and I collapsed to the floor in a heap. I was dimly aware of the sound of his zipper and then the sound of the door. He was gone and he never so much as said a word. 

After a few minutes I came to my senses. I was a mess. Somehow I made it to the ladies room without really being seen, which was something of a miracle since I could barely walk. I cleaned myself up as best as I could but without any underwear I couldn't keep his semen from flowing out of me and running down my legs. I called the manager in and told that I was sick, that I'd come down with something, that I had been throwing up and needed to go home. She didn't question it for a second, I was such a wreck. I got out of there and caught a taxi for home. As I was riding in the backseat of that cab, legs crossed tightly together to keep from leaking all over the seat, I started wondering what I was going to tell them. What I was going to tell my wholesome Midwestern Christian parents. What I was going to tell my sweet boyfriend who I had never let see me with my panties off. How I was going to explain to them about the child growing inside me.



The Diner Ch. 02



She woke up with a jolt. She was naked, strewn on the cold tile floor and needless to say, confused. She rubbed her eyes and the events of the night before pieced themselves back together in her mind. ‘Where is he?’ The thought alarmed her. Had it been a hit and run? Had she been more raped than seduced by him... taken advantage of for her kindness to this stranger?

She was a mess. The place was a mess. She staggered to her feet and squinted at the clock to find it was only four, relieved to find she’d have plenty of time to clean up. Her ears perked as she became aware to movement in the diner.

“Morning, sunshine.” Her gaze traveled downward to find him behind the counter, making coffee. Smiling the same dazzling way that had pulled her in from the moment they met. She shook herself in an attempt to rid herself of the ridiculous thoughts that had haunted her just moments ago.

“Hi,” she finally responded. He chuckled at her as she managed to regain the power of speech.

“You ok?” He looked her up and down and felt himself thicken just at the sight of her, of this body that he had taken just hours ago. He knew she’d probably be a bit sore. His girth was a stretch for any woman to take as violently as he’d given it to her, but he couldn’t help himself. The way she submitted to him, letting him be in control, piqued his interest. She trusted him, a stranger, so willingly. Was she so desperate for sex or was there something more? He needed to find out.

She swallowed. It hadn’t occurred to her until he asked that her whole body ached. Her sex was raw, her nipples over-sensitive, her darkest hole violated. She was sure that she’d have bruises on her neck from his grip and on her thighs from where his belt had been, but somehow knew she wouldn’t mind. It was a new feeling, but she thought with a grin, not an altogether bad one.

“Light and sweet,” she nodded to the cup of coffee he had just poured. She mounted a stool at the counter, wincing as her exposed lips brushed the vinyl. He was quick to fix the two coffees. He needed to get back to her as soon as possible - to feel her, to smell her, to gaze upon her. He leaned across the counter and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She blushed. The fact that she could still be so shy to his touch after the night they shared intrigued him even further. He needed to know her better - he yearned to. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you..." he trailed off. He knew he had been too rough. ‘What a moron!’ he chided himself silently. What kind of answer did he want? ‘You were’? Where would that get him?

"No, no. Not at all." She surprised herself with the quickness and sincerity of her answer. She was in pain! How could that not have been too rough? ‘Because it felt so good,’ a thought from somewhere inside reminded her. The idea startled her: She wanted more. What was wrong with her?

Sliding his hand across the counter top to cradle hers, he lightly spoke, fixing his intent gaze upon her dark eyes. "Absolutely nothing..." he started, uncannily and unknowingly answering her question, "...nothing I have ever experienced was as good as us last night, Jess," he finished.

She bit her lip. All she could do was nod in response.

He walked around the bar and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling her neck softly. He felt her relax under his touch. He had a new confidence, thanks to her responses, and he wasn't willing to let this opportunity to explore things further pass him by. He turned her stool so she faced him. He took her chin gently in his hand, meeting her gaze with his own searching one. "I promised you an all-nighter, and we have quite a while until we have to have this joint cleaned up." He pressed his lips to hers and she seemingly sprung to life. His passion was fueled by her eagerness and he roughly pulled her closer, groaning with abandon into her throat as her smooth skin melted against his. He groped her ass and she whimpered, but he didn't relent and she didn't try to stop him. Her flesh rolled perfectly between his fingers.

Finally, the kiss broke with their breathlessness. His hands kept kneading her orbs and he stiffened against her stomach as the scent of her womanhood intoxicated him.

"Will," his hands stopped short at the mention of his name. He looked at her questioningly.

She hadn't wanted him to stop, never wanted him to stop. But then why had she stopped him? Before she caught herself in another internal conflict of ‘safe’ versus ‘need’, her lips were forming words, her throat soft sounds. "Take me." There. She’d said it. The two most loaded words of her life.

Her seductive words were all he could stand and quickly, he pressed himself to her, forcing her back harshly against the cold metal and glass door of the drink cooler. He heard her breath rush out in a quick, sharp yelp before his lips clamped around hers, silencing her with a rough kiss. As their tongues snaked together, his hand slid between her willing and parted thighs, tugging and squeezing at the sticky, swollen flesh of her pussy. He knew she must ache there as she flinched under his touch, but his fingers effortlessly slipped within her, telling him she was ready for more. He longed to give it to her… his cock already rigid with desire, but he needed to taste her sex – their sex – before he did.

With reflexive speed, he dipped down, gathering her knees over his arms, throwing her up towards the ceiling as he stood back to his full height. As he raised his arms up to grab handfuls of her firm, full breasts, her legs slid over his shoulders, clamping his head tightly between her silky, smooth-skinned thighs. Her scent intoxicated him again as his nose buried between her moist, red lips. He flicked out his tongue and tasted the sweet tang of her tiny, puckered hole… feeling it quiver and quake against the tip. Shaking his head back and forth, his nose rubbed against her raw clit, while his tongue dug deeper into her backside.

Reaching up, Jess pressed her hands against the ceiling, steadying her sway – restoring her sense of balance while his mouth revisited the all the areas he’d so recently fucked. Pushing her hands upwards into the hard roof, she forced her pussy down tightly against his face, and soon she began rocking her hips back and forth, her slit wrapping around the ridge of his nose, her ass opening further for the barrage of his tongue. Her nipples ached as she realized they were clamped between his fingers, and the pain was exquisitely delightful – a perfect ache. She leaned her head to the side and screamed down to him, “Ohhhh, God, Will…. Fuck my ass with your tongue! I love it… I need it! Please… Fuck me!”

Releasing one breast, he slapped at it several times, each smack turning her flesh a deeper shade of crimson – each strike bringing forth a louder cry from his vixen. Releasing the other breast, he brought his hand below her ass, cupping her cheeks - kneading, groping, distracting her from other movements as he reached into the cooler and withdrew one of the large bottles of specialty beer she kept on hand for the occasional discerning patron. This he quickly uncapped in the opener mounted to the side of the door, covering the opening with his thumb before shaking it vigorously. All the while, he salivated and spit against her rosebud, dipping his tongue as deeply as he could, swirling it in circles. His hand on her ass kept the one cheek widespread, stretching her tight hole around his tongue as he brought the bottle to just below his chin. Pulling away, he spit one last time on her ass then pressed the bottle to her, slipping his thumb off the top as he set it firmly in place against her other cheek.

She moaned and writhed slightly as the cool glass touched her skin, but thought nothing more of it, concentrating instead on the sucking sensations of his lips on hers. She cooed as his tongue swirled repeatedly across her clit then slowly dipped down to her caverns, leaving her nub begging for more attention. Round and round he twisted his tongue, thrusting it in and out occasionally, curling it forward and holding it tightly against her tender inner flesh. She barely noticed as he slid the cold hard edge of the bottle along her cheek… ever closer to her tight backdoor… and soon enough it was pressed against it. She felt as he slid his tongue from within her and shivered as he spit on her sex and ass once again. Then suddenly, she felt the hard icy object slip within her most secret place, still sore from his earlier violation there. As soon as it entered her, another sensation literally erupted inside and she felt the tingling of the carbonated pressure shooting into her darkest depths. She screamed and tensed, her entire body rigid… pressing her hands into the ceiling, clamping her legs around his neck and shoulders… abs rigid and sweaty… back arched… all driving him back a step or two.

He released her ass and slid his palm under the small of her back, lifting and supporting her at this awkward new angle, ever-cautious of her support, but not wanting just yet to bring her down around him. He twisted the half-empty bottle back and forth in her, listening as her screams of shock wound down to moans of pleasure. The twists of the bottle slowly became shallow thrusts in and out, her whimpers punctuating each inward thrust.

“Push your hands against the glass behind you, Jessica. Push against me just like you did earlier,” he commanded. “Stay tight, baby… we’re slowly going to walk you down the wall.”

She crossed her ankles behind him and did as he asked, pressing herself between his strong frame and the support of the heavy door of the cooler. Alternately padding each hand down the glass pane, she slowly lowered herself down until she was horizontal to the floor. Brief glimpses of circus trapeze artists, or Olympic gymnasts fluttered through her mind as she tried to imagine what they must look like, but these thoughts quickly vanished as his voice came to her ears once more.

“Jess… I’m going to remove this from inside you. I want you to be sure you squeeze tight… don’t let out a drop… not until I tell you that you may. Do you understand me?” he asked. He watched her as she nodded her head from between outstretched arms, her tone muscles showing all their definition as she hovered between him and the wall. Her body glistened with sweat, faintly shimmering with the low lights of the cooler and red neon glow. Her breathing was ragged and pronounced, as he saw her luscious breasts heaving up and down just beyond the much closer swell of her mons, mere inches from his face. Her scent hit him again and he felt a surge of blood pump into his already-full manhood, and he knew now was finally the time.

He slowly withdrew the bottle from her and set it on the counter just to his side. He could hear the faint splatter of a few drops of the ale as it hit the floor. “Tight, Jess… stay tight,” he reminded her. Bringing both hands to the cleft where her ass curved into her thighs, he asked her to unlock her legs from behind him and pinch her ass tight. As she released, he lifted her thighs from around his shoulders and alternately passed each arm over and around them, returning his grip to her waist, feeling her wrap her legs tightly around him. His fingers curled down alongside of each cheek, drawing them apart… another splatter as drops hit the floor. 

“I’m trying! I’m trying!” she pleaded. 

“Well, if you can do no better than that, I suppose I’ll have to help you,” he responded. His cock was already pulsing along the cleft of her ass, and he could feel the carbonation bubble along his length as it dripped from her, the pressure obviously too much to withhold. With a quick dip of his hips, he brought his fat head against her well-lubricated rosebud and a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Until he slipped in.

The sensations were beyond description. The heat in the walls of her darkest tunnel contrasted sharply with the icy cold liquid that he felt himself floating in. The violent fizzing action of the carbonation was made more apparent by the occasional sweep of his cock against the delicately smooth skin encasing him. He was, once more, in heaven. He barely even heard her screams and shudders as he drove in and out in long, smooth strokes… relishing in all these new sensations, combined with the underlying captivation he’d felt since he met this woman. She was exquisitely tight around him and as he opened his eyes and looked down on her, he saw she’d let herself arch back further, her hands now on the floor, body a tense bow… ready to fire – just as he was fast becoming.

Returning to the present, he watched her reflection in the glass door, her breasts stretched towards her head, the sharp line that divided her perfect frame into two equally perfect halves forming a crease down her rigid abs and trailing towards the shallow hole of her navel. From there, the subtle feminine swell of her tummy apexed in a small tuft of dark, curly hair perched on her prominently swollen mons. Her lips were swollen so much that every detail of her pussy was visible… inner labia, clitoral hood and head… her delicate frenulum and perennial tissues… the stretched, smooth, dark ring of skin puckering and folding along his veiny shaft. Being such a visual lover, each of these lingering images not only burned into his mind, they brought him right up to the brink… teetering on the edge of release.

She could barely stand herself, either. His massive cock felt even larger than it did earlier that night… and she loved it. She really, truly loved the feel of him in her ass. Not so much for the physical pleasure she was getting from it, which stemmed more from her flirtations with pain as a sense of erotica than anything else – but more from a total and complete release she felt around him. She was supremely comfortable and confident in surrendering any and all of her self to him for whatever purpose he chose. Even the idea that she hardly knew him seemed trivial. She felt as if she’d found what others call a soulmate. And right now, her soulmate was taking her to new physical heights she’d never thought possible.

Craning her neck forward, she looked up her body to see his dark and muscular frame impaling her… feeling the closely trimmed curls of his pubic mound colliding with each full thrust against the smooth skin of her painfully swollen pussy. She knew he’d attend to her needs there in due time, and as she thought of his service to her, a faint smile played across her lips, and she drew her gaze up his rigid torso to lock with his mysterious and dark eyes. She grinned mischievously as she called to him, “Fuck me, Will. C’mon Daddy… give my ass the good hard fuck you know I need. Can’t you feel how much I love it?”

He could. She was amazing. Her taunts coaxed him onwards and upwards. His trusts becoming more sporadic… his legs tensing as he stood on tiptoe, driving every last bit of his muscle deep inside her, and all the unique sensations culminated at once into a huge eruption. He felt as if his orgasm spewed from every cell of his body, and in that same moment, the pressure had build up inside his lover so much that the liquid began to spray back around his cock. He withdrew and a long stream drizzled down his thighs and her back, then he thrust in again, adding another spurt of come to the liquid already inside her… feeling the mixture ooze around his girth again. Over and over he repeated this for what seemed like ever, her shrieks this time clearly of joy.

Finally, his legs began to cramp and he awkwardly lowered the both of them to the floor, slipping out of her on the way down, the makeshift enema splattering against his thighs and the cool concrete. He felt himself curl into a fetal position as the cramps in his legs joined the ones in his groin and balls, the immense orgasm completely taxing him. The last thing he remembered before passing out was her presence beside him… kneeling there and cradling his head against her thighs… fingers in his hair… soft words in his ears… passion and feelings even deeper ebbing and flowing between them without words or even conscious thought.



The Diner



He felt completely separate from his cock, as if he were a spectator on the sidelines, witnessing the performance of a lifetime. He watched as his member, thicker than he’d ever seen it, disappeared then withdrew repeatedly into and from the depths of this exotic siren. His own come was foaming at the edge of her cunt as he churned it with each quivering thrust of his hips. And still, his orgasm came. He’d never produced this much volume with any other lover, and he was amazed at the effect she was having on him.

Gently pulling his thumbs from her ass, he wrapped a hand around his girth and slowly withdrew his rod from her drenched love hole, jerking it over her upturned ass, her tiny hole still stretched open, revealing the black depths of her bowels. Another volley of cream erupted from the end of his thick pole and spilled across the small of her back and ass, one shot dripping straight into the bull’s eye of her stretched anus. He masturbated himself sporadically, hips thrusting to meet his fist, as the volleys slowed… the pearly seed seeping out less and less with each pump of his wrist. Finally, with one last full stroke, he slapped the end of his dick against her ass, feeling her tiny hole close against the drawstring of his cock. Just as this orgasm subsided, his desire to take her there was already building up inside him.

But that was for later on. He bent down over her, pressing his chest against her cum-riddled back, kissing her along the nape of her neck, whispering in her ear, “That was the best come I’ve ever had… you are so fucking incredible!”

An exhausted smile played across her lips as she whispered back, “Did I mention we don’t open until ten tomorrow?” Leaning back into him, they slid as one off the edge of the table and onto the cold tile floor, curled together for more than warmth. 

“I guess I’d better pace myself, then, if you want to make this an all-nighter,” he replied, only half-joking. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close as they drifted off in a brief slumber.



The Dining Room Maid



Simon arrived after dinner, on the first Wednesday in June, in the middle of his 20th year, as instructed. He had had a long journey by train from Edinburgh, in a hot overcrowded carriage, and was relieved to find the local train from Bristol to north Somerset much cooler and with plenty of seats. He chose to walk the last three miles from the local branch line station to Lakeside, the manor house in which he had taken a position as assistant house servant. 

His entrance was uneventful. Down the plain stone steps to the servants entrance, he rang the door bell and was let in by a small, rotund undermaid. She looked at him suspiciously and when he gave his name she nodded and let him in. 

His employer, the House Butler, stood in the massive basement kitchen and beckoned him in. Mr Bateman was a tall, humourless man with a deep furrowed brow and a pompous disposition. 

'Simon. Welcome to Lakeside. Come sit down.' 

Extending a boney hand he shook Simon's delicate hand firmly and gestured to one of the chairs around the scrubbed servants table. Simon sat down, putting his battered suitcase next to the chair and smiled back nervously. Bateman eyed the young man up and down. Simon was delicate looking and and had quite feminine features. Porcelain skin, a full mouth and a small, thin neck. His eyes were dark and large and he looked quite unsure of himself.

'You will be on probation for three months Simon. If you work hard and are liked by the household and staff you will be offered full-time employment. Your duties are upstairs. That is to say that you will be serving the Master and Mistress of the house, and their visitors at breakfast, luncheon and dinner. This requires absolutely impeccable manners at all times, a neat and tidy appearance and complete discretion.'

Simon nodded vigourously. 

' I will work hard and try to be a credit to you and the household, Sir.'

Bateman looked up and examined this boy. He was impressed. Simon seemed to have the right attitude, and he thought that the Mistress of the house might find him to be quite charming.

'Very well, Simon. Maud, the drawing room underservant will show you to your room in the attic and you will commence with your duties tonight I think, serving dinner to the family. You will present yourself back down here at 5pm and I will introduce you to Master and Mistress then. In the meantime you may stay in your room or wander through the kitchen gardens to the side of the house, but nowhere else, just yet. Is that understood Simon?'

'Yes, Sir. I will be back here at 5pm. Thank you Sir.'

Simon's room was very small indeed. It had a plain wooden bed, a bedside table and a rail crudely nailed between the walls to hang his uniform. There wasn't room for a wardrobe, so everything had to be stored in his suitcase under the bed. In the corridor outside were other servant rooms and a communal bathroom with a cold shower. But this didn't matter to Simon. He was so happy being away from his parents and to be starting out on a new life for himself, with a job, some money and a roof over his head. He vowed to do everything he could to make this work.

At 4.30 he had already changed into his uniform. A neat pair of charcoal striped trousers, a white shirt, black tie and maroon silk waistcoat. He felt very smart as he trundled down the narrow staircase in his new black boots to meet Bateman.

'Very good, Simon. Now I will introduce you to the family.. Come with me'.

In the parlour Lady Bevois sat serenely looking out through the French windows. Beautiful, tall, elegant and impeccably dressed in an very pale yellow Indian silk cocktail dress. Her husband, Lord Bevois, stood by the fireplace in a smoking jacket, and it was clear they had been deep in conversation, which had stopped abruptly when the servants appeared.

'Sir, Ma'am, may I introduce you to Simon, our new under-servant. ', Bateman pronounced in his most most effected voice.

'Simon, welcome to Lakeside I hope that you will be very happy with us here'. 

Lady Bevois' voice was gorgeous. Soft and clear, with a tone of absolute authority and intelligence. Simon melted.

"Bateman. We shall dine at 8pm, and mother will join us. Simon, I expect to hear good things about you."

Lady Bevois' tone was kindly, but she meant every word. Simon could see that in her eyes. He tried to reply, but could see that words were irrelevant. He had been told to serve well, and he could only prove that through his actions. Bateman and Simon left the room.

"Quite an timid fellow. Hope he can keep up," Lord Bevois quipped, helping himself to another brandy from the decanter on the piano.

"O, he will keep up dear, that I am quite sure of. " Lady Bevois allowed herself a faint smile, and began to scheme a little plan in her head. "Yes, I am quite sure of that dear."

In the parlour at 7pm the Master read quietly in the corner whilst Lady Bevois and her mother chatted on the terrace in the early evening sunshine. Mother sat in the dappled shade and fanned herself slowly. " So dear, the new under-servant. Will this one last, I wonder? " 

"Oh, mother, you are too pessimistic. The last one found the...well.... circumstances too challenging. This one seems much more malleable. Besides, he is quite pretty, and will provide an amusing distraction to us all in time. " 

Lady Bevois looked up at her mother and saw the faintest smile dance across her lips. Then both ladies looked away into the distance, and at that moment you could almost hear their scheming minds at work. Lady Bevois' mother's fanned herself with added fervour.

Lord and Lady Bevois sat opposite each other at dinner. Her mother, as usual sat at the head of the table, between them, holding Court. The Butler stood silently by the main door and Simon, delicate of figure in his new waistcoat stood nervously by the serving table, hands behind his back. He gazed, as instructed, up at the elaborate cornice as his employers busied themselves with cook's first course, a terrine of mackerel pate and salad, beautifully presented in tiny portions on white plates with a subtle rose pattern around the edge.

Ten minutes passed. Lady Bevois sat back, and laid her hands on her lap. This was Simon's queue. Silently, with awkward limbs, he started to clear the table, a white linen cloth over his arm, carefully placing each plate on his forearm and taking them back to the serving table. The Butler circled the table pouring thimble sized measures of sweet white wine in each glass. Lady Bevois' mothers hand, with a huge diamond ring glistening on her wedding finger, hovered momentarily over her glass, and the Butler moved on silently, gracefully, perfectly in tune with his long served employers wishes..

The Dowager looked up over her glasses. "Send Simon to my chamber with milk when I retire." 

"Yes Ma'am," Bateman replied quietly. 

The meal continued uneventfully and at 9.30 Bateman, facing the table with his hands behind his back, grasped the handles of the double doors and opened them into the room. Stepping to one side he bowed his head respectfully as Simon pulled the chairs from behind the Dowager and her daughter and the saw procession withdraw for coffee. His tasks now required clearing and cleaning the dining-room and assisting the cook's under-servant cleaning and stacking crockery, cutlery and pans. 

"You did well Simon. You were invisible and efficient, as you were expected to be." Bateman sounded genuinely pleased, tapping his pipe on the servants table and peering over his glasses whilst Simon and the undermaid Maud busied themselves at the butler's sink.

When Bateman disappeared on his rounds, Maud dug her elbow playfully into Simon's skinny ribs. "He is proper pleased with you, Simon. You'll be his favourite sooner than you can blinks if you carries on in this manner."

"Maud, I intend to be the most efficient and best under-servant ever. My duty is to serve, and I will apply myself to my tasks with enthusiasm and dedication."

"I am sure you will Simon. I am quite sure you will." 

At exactly 11pm a bell rang in the kitchen, and looking up at the bell board Simon could see that it was the Dowager's bedroom. He quickly put a pan a of fresh milk on the stove and busily prepared a tray of night biscuits, some plain water, a small vase with a single rose from the garden and a cup and saucer. Hurrying up the back stairs he reached the Dowager's chamber and tapped gently. 

"Come in." The Dowager's voice was clipped and abrupt.

Simon placed the tray on the floor, opened the door and then bent down to take the tray inside. He bowed politely and placed the tray on the table at the end of the bed. He then stood politely and waited to be dismissed. The Dowager sat at her dressing table. She lowered her long grey hair from it's usual bun on top of her head, shook it free and started to comb it through slowly. For a woman in her mid sixties she had a beautiful figure. A long slim neck, and a straight back. Her skin was as white as porcelain and had the complexion of a woman who had taken great care of herself, aided by great wealth. She wore a silk dressing gown in Ivory white, with lace trim around the collar, pale pink piping around the edges and a matching pink belt. Her feet wore expensive slippers with a small heel. The turn of her ankle was exquisite.

Simon stood, motionless, awaiting her orders. Nothing was said. He knew that he must not speak or leave the room unless he received a direct order. So he stood there, awkwardly, hoping the Dowager had not forgotten that he loitered there behind her. A few minutes later and the Dowager finally spoke. Her voice was crisp and clipped, with that slightly hoarse tone that energetic aristocratic women seem to cultivate so well.

"You are quite feminine looking Simon. I like that. You have delicate features and a slim countenance. So I wish you to assist me as my dresser each morning and evening. Is that understood? "

Simon did not know how to respond . He had been appointed after a long and challenging round of agency interviews in Edinburgh as a dining-room under-servant. He had never heard of a lady employing a male dresser, and thought that would be very odd and quite wrong. But this was the Dowager. How could he possibly refuse the head of the household's wishes on the very first day of his probation period. 

"Yes Madam, he replied, "but will this not interfere with my dining room duties?"

The Dowager did not reply. Instead, after a few minutes moisturising her arms she rose and approached him slowly. She looked at him closely and undid the belt of her dressing-gown, slowly letting the front fall open. Her slim fingers brushed back each shoulder and she let it fall to the ground around her ankles. Simon froze. She was entirely naked.

" She whispered: "I ask the questions Simon. A servant answers them. Is that clearly understood?" Simon blushed and nodded slowly. The sight of the Dowager's naked body had aroused him, but when she approached him with such complete confidence and quietly admonished him for his insolence he felt a rush of mixed emotions that drove him quite mad with desire. 

"If you are insolent boy, you will be punished." She touched his cheek softly. "Do you understand Simon?" Simon nodded, his legs trembling, whispering "I understand Madam, thank you Madam." 

"You will start tomorrow morning. I expect you in my chambers at 8am sharp. Dismissed."

As he backed towards the door Lady Bevois quickly tiptoed from her vantage point behind the bedroom door and quietly slipped into an empty bedroom further along the corridor. As she closed the door she thought to herself. 

"O Mummy. I do hope that you don't ruin this one before we have properly prepared him for the household." 

Back down in the servant's kitchen Bateman had just returned from dimming the lights and checking all the doors and windows were locked for the night. 

"Sir. The Dowager wishes me to be her dresser Sir. Is that acceptable? Sir. I mean, with my duties in the dining room."

Bateman looked at him for a moment, as if considering his choice of words carefully. 

"You will obey any and every command the family give you Simon, without question. If this that interferes with your duties then any consequential resourcing issues will be dealt with by me."

"Yes Sir, thank you Sir. I understand" 

Bateman could clearly see that Simon did not understand, but hoped and prayed that he would, and soon. Because obedience was going to be a very very important part of his life, and much sooner than he expected. 

At 8 am he knocked on the Dowager's door once again, and after a few moments the Dowager called on Simon to enter. She had risen from her bed and stood by her balcony taking in the morning air. The room smelt sweet and fragrant, and her figure framed by the open french windows made a powerful and dramatic picture, silhouetted against the morning sun.

Simon closed the door and stood patiently by the door. 

When the Dowager finally turned round she held in her hand a long thin riding crop, which she tapped against her thigh slowly. She wore a tiny black satin night drerss, that just covered the top of her legs, with a plunging neckline almost down to her stomach. Her legs and arms had retained perfect definition over the years, and her face had taken on an expression of cruel arrogance which was both frightening and beguiling. Her eyebrows were heavily arched and emphasised an attitude of condescending superiority. She also wore a pair of black ankle boots with large ,vulgar silver zips running from the toe to the lower shin. 

"Ah, Simon, yes, Simon," she said slowly, raising the crop and tapping it against the palm of her hand, tap, tap, tap, tap. As she approached Simon bowed his head. The atmosphere in the room was electric. He realised how much tension this woman was able to create just by being present. He began to realize why the rest of her family and the staff were so deferential and respectful to her. Why the house felt like an unexploded bomb under it's calm ordered appearance.

"Draw my bath boy, and then kneel next to the bath. You shall leave your clothes by the door. It would be disappointing if you returned to your duties with a soiled uniform."

Simon froze. The Dowager pushed the tip of her crop under a thin black shoulder strap and delicately pushed it off her shoulder. It slipped slowly down her arm, and Simon felt a rush of adrenalin and a feeling of arousal that both thrilled and petrified him.

"It would be a pity if you disobeyed me. Such delicate skin. It would be a pity if we damaged you so early in your probation. The Dowager intonated the word probation slowly, breaking it down into three distinct syllables. It sounded like a threat. 

Simon, mesmerized, broke away from her spell for a brief moment and started to undress. His head spun. He awkwardly stepped out of his trousers, hopping around on one foot, pulling off shoes and socks and eventually standing naked, kicking his clothes back towards the door. 

Another shoulder strap fell, the Dowager breathed slowly and the soft silk nightie started to slip down, held up momentarily by her breasts and the pert, hard protusion of her nipples. Then the surface tension failed, suddenly, silently the soft exquisite material crumpled to the floor around her ankles. The Dowager stepped forward, approaching Simon. Her boots clipped across the wooden parquet flooring.

"Bend over the bed, boy. You will learn not to keep me waiting for my bath.". 

Simon leant over the bed, pressing his hands down on the soft mattress.

"Spread your arms as wide as they will go, boy, and move your legs apart". The Dowager gave a kick to his ankles and Simon fell forward, his chest and head on the bed, turned awkwardly to the right. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had no control, no dignity, and yet he felt a strange inner peace, as if he had been born to serve such a powerful woman.

The first stroke came as a huge shock. Simon felt the crop fly through the air, and then felt it snap across his buttocks. For a moment that was all, then a second later a terrible agonizing burning sensation , the worst he had ever felt, seered across his backside and he could hear a young man's voice, high pitched and desperate screaming in pain. He started to push himself up, bracing his hands on the bed.

"Don't you dare move, boy. Back down ,now." A hand roughly pressed against the back of his neck and pushed him down hard, and he felt a knee pressing down between his buttocks. "Move again, and I will double your punishment."

Simon's tears began to soak the sheet, and he could feel his heart beating through his ear, pressed hard down on the bed. 

Another violent crack, this time right at the top of his legs, even more painful, then another, and another. Simon sobbed helplessly, as the strokes came down, steadily, heavily, one after the other, until the pain blended together into a constant agony that he knew he would not be able to endure. Then a brief pause. 

"You have my blood up now boy. The belt for you I think. Yes, most definitely the belt. "

Simon lay there, his legs trembling uncontrollably, whilst the Dowager clipped across the room and returned holding a long, fat belt, made of a thick hard leather that had been polished to a rich dark brown finish and finished with a heavy bronze buckle. The dowager wrapped it around her wrist, looping the end through the buckle, making a tight bracelet around her wrist. She grasped the end firmly and with an experience flick of her wrists made the belt snap and spit like a snake by her side. It sounded cruel and heavy. 

The first blow struck the back of Simon's thighs with a loud crack. The Dowager had swung the tail up high and flicked it down suddenly. The leather momentarily hovered in the air, then accelerated violently, curling downwards and releasing all the energy through the tip at the very last second. 

It bit deep into Simon's thigh, wrapping around the side, momentarily numbing his skin. Then a distilled purple haze of agony shot through his body , causing him to scream out for mercy. 

The Dowager stood back . A long wide mark, slightly endented started to redden across Simon's thigh. Another flick of the wrist and crack, this time harder still. Again, and again. Simon dribbled onto the sheets, unable to think, just wishing this terrible pain would end. Eleven strokes, and it was over. He lay their, gripping the sheets with with white knuckles, his legs shaking.

The Dowager lay the belt across his back, running her fingers across the welts, watching the red stripes turn purple and black as the bruising spread angrily through his flesh.

'My bath Simon, if you please."

Simon stood up, slowly, and with great difficulty, steadying himself against the bed, feeling a tearing sensation across his thighs as he moved slowly across the room. The Dowager, hands on hips, watched this pathetic broken figure limping awkwardly across her bedroom, admiring his long slender limbs, his slim neck and neat feminine shoulders. 

"How precious she will be. How delightful the transformation,'"she thought to herself, pulling the clip from her hair and slowly shaking her long, thick wave of grey hair down over her shoulders.

The Dowager came into her bathroom just as Simon had turned off the taps and knelt neatly beside the bath. The Dowager ignored him, and peered on tip-toe into the bathroom mirror, wiping the steam away to inspect her morning face. She could see the laughter lines, but her eyes, dark and mysterious, still shone brightly, and her lips were full and red. She was ageing very well. 

Simon, naked and sore, bathed his Mistress with his bare hands, following her instructions, and gently caressing every limb, her beautiful shoulders, her back, her neck. Then, his Mistress lay back and allowed the boy to gently lather each breast. Slow, delicate movements, round and round, gently brushing against her pert, hard nipples, causing her momentarily to gasp. Simon looked up, and saw how lovely she was. Her eyes closed, her hair just touching the water, mouth slightly open. She was relaxed, at peace,, enjoying every moment. An almost inaudible whisper, a command, and Simon, leaning further over the edge of the bath, let his fingers move slowly down into the water. The Dowager's legs opened, just enough for Simon's fingers to feel his way to this most intimate place. His finger ran slowly up and down between her lips and her legs opened further. 




The Dining Room Maid



"Get in the bath boy." The words were spoken slowly. 

Simon stood up and stepped into the bath, placing his feet carefully either side of his Mistresses calves, and knelt down. The dowager opened here eyes and ran her fingers down Simon's smooth stomach, forming a fist around his penis. Come to Mummy." 

She put her arms out and gestured Simon forward. Simon lent forward , holding the end of the bath and kissed his Mistress. She pulled teasingly at his top lip, her sweet breath, her warm skin making Simon melt with desire. The union was slow and loving. Small, delicate movements, then gradually faster, more earnest, deeper. 

They came together. It could not have been a more gorgeous moment for either of them. 

It took nearly an hour to dress the Dowager. An experience that Simon adored. The attention to detail, the soft fabrics, the long caresses and the happy feminine chatter made him feel that this really was his true vocation. 

Simon stood back and waited patiently whilst the Dowager set her hair up and applied her lipstick. Then, without a word she stood, and Simon knew instinctively that he should open the door. The she was gone, and Simon turned his attention to tidying away all manner of clothes, hangars, perfumes and jewellery before attending to his own re-dressing and returning to his dining room duties.

By the time he scampered down the stairs to the basement he was already 15 minutes late. The kitchen was empty, and he had no choice but to run up to the dining room, late. He opened the door as quietly as he could and took his place by the serving table. Bateman scowled at him. There were 5 people at breakfast, the Dowager, Lord and lady Bevois and their eldest daughter Cordelia. 

Fortunately breakfast was self-service so Simon had not been missed. The Butler had served coffee and tea, and it only remained for the two of them to await further orders.

"The boy served me well this morning, and will again. You may wish to make arrangements to accommodate my requirements dear." The Dowager looked across at Lady Bevois, raising an eyebrow in anticipation of the correct response.

"O yes, Mama, of course. I am delighted. Bateman and I will make alternative arrangements for dining, although we may need some time to recruit Mama. ."

"Very well dear. If the boy is free he may assist here, but if not I am sure that Bateman will serve us admirably. We have no house guests until late Spring, so we should manage quite well."

"Yes Mama, we shall manage quite well, as you say."

Simon's heart leapt. He looked across at the back of the Dowager's neck. A tiny curl of hair had fallen from her tight bun. She sat upright. Calm, confident and in control. His feelings towards her, even after such a short time were intense. He might even be falling a little bit in love. 

After breakfast Simon saw the Dowager and Lady Bevois strolling across the lawns arm in arm. Their conversation appeared intimate and earnest. Lady Bevois at one point cuddled into her mother's arm and you could just sense how excited she was. The wicked sound of knowing laughter echoed back to the house. 

Cordelia sat on the grand piano, sitting on her hands and slowly swinging her legs back and forth. She was 17 years old. Beautiful, confident and clever. She looked and behaved like a young version of her grandmother. Her piercing blue eyes stared across at Simon, who stood looking out of the French windows holding a breakfast tray.

"Do you think they are talking about you, boy." Simon, turned suddenly, and realized that he had been caught out. He flushed red with embarrassment, but before Simon could respond Cordelia smiled her most endearing smile. 

"I'm Cordelia", she said brightly, and you are, well, for the moment at least, Simon. I wonder how long that will last."

Then with a neat hop she jumped off the piano and breezed right past Simon and into the garden. Simon watched her skip down the stone steps and across the lawns to join her mother and grandmama. Her legs were long and elegant, and she wore the tiniest cornflower blue cotton summer dress, with a wide flirty hem that fluttered in the morning breeze. 

What did she mean by 'for the moment at least...how long will that last'. 

How intriguing this household was. How complex everyone appeared. How puzzling.

After luncheon the Dowager decided to retire to her rooms to rest. She asked Simon to join her. Meekly, Simon followed the Dowager upstairs keeping a respectful two paces behind, and when she paused at the door Simon opened it carefully, stepping back to let her in. To Simon's surprise Lady Bevois was already in the room, sitting on a small silk covered stool at the bottom of the bed. 

The Dowager closed the door, and turned the lock, placing the key on the dressing table. In silence the Dowager turned, raising her arms up expectantly. Simon moved forward and carefully opened the hook and eye at the top of her dress, and slowly unzipped her dress down to the small of her back. Very carefully he pulled the sleeves off her shoulders and, kneeling down to allow his Mistress to step out. She wore the most exquisite white lace bra and matching panties, cut high on the waist and covering her pert bottom. Her stockings, light and subtle had a delicate embroidered band attached to a simple white suspender belt. Her shoes were cream and gold, with a four inch heel and an open toe. Simon could not imagine anyone could look so beautiful. 

The Dowager sat on her bed and looked down as Simon removed both of her shoes, and undid each suspender, gently rolling her stockings down her legs and gathering them over her heel and off. His Mistress undid her bra herself, and still looking at Simon she let it fall, slowly pulling the straps down her arms and dropping it to the floor. Simon leant forward, his face close to the Dowager's tummy, to remove her panties. She made it as difficult as possible for him. He hooked his thumbs under the tight waistband and started to pull the material down. He desperately wanted his Mistress to lift her bottom from the bed, but she just sat there, as Simon nervously struggled, trying to ease the material down. He dared not pull to hard or they could tear, and he didn't wish to upset his Mistress. That was the last thing he wanted to do. After a minute the Dowager pressed her hands to the bed and raised herself up, just for the briefest moment, allowing Simon to pull her panties down over her buttocks and towards her knees. 

Simon trembled as he removed her panties, and saw the rich black hair glisten between her legs. 

The Dowager crossed her legs, leaning backwards, looking relaxed and in complete control. 

"Now Simon, I wish you to take off your uniform and show Lady Bevois your bruises." 

Simon looked across at Lady Bevois, who had remained silent throughout. He stood before these two women, and knew he had no choice but to obey. A few moments later he stood, totally naked, his hands clasped in front, trying to hide his penis. "Hands on your head please, and turn round," the Dowager snapped.

The tops of his thighs bore lines of purple, red and black marks that looked sore and fresh. "I hope that you learnt a valuable lesson Simon", said Lady Bevois. "Yes Ma'am, I did," Simon responded respectfully. 

Lady Bevois rose from her stool and approached Simon, running her fingers down his back and feeling between his buttocks. She put her face close to his cheek and ran her other hand over his chest, feeling for his nipple, which she pinched hard. 

"You are right Mama, He does have a very feminine body. I think that we should start right away, do you agree?"

"I do dear. I do. Now, Simon, this afternoon you are going to start on a journey with us. A long journey that will take you to a very different place".

Simon did not understand. 

"Are we going somewhere Mistress," he responded innocently.

"Yes dear, you are going somewhere. Somewhere from which you will never return. "

Simon stood there, a chill running through his body. Lady Bevois still held him close, running her fingers up and down between his buttocks, and with her other hand cupping his balls, which she weighed with her palm, she whispered in his ear:

"A very special journey indeed". 

After a few moments Simon's penis swelled and stood stiff and erect, pounding against his stomach. 

"Do you want him first Mama?" 

"I do dear. Come here Simon. 

" Simon turned and approached the Dowager who took his hand softly and guided him onto her bed. They kissed, as softly and as intimately as the previous evening. He had never made love in front of another person before, and at first he felt awkward. But the taste of his Mistress soon made him forget, and within moments they were together again, in a heavenly place that would leave them both feeling happy and exhausted.

Lady Bevois looked down at her mother and Simon, and watched how skillfully she had entrapped this poor creature. She knew her so well. How clever she was at ensnaring her victims with passion and then manipulating them to satisfy her darkest desires. She watched her mothers legs wrap around him, her arms around his back, digging her nails into his perfect skin. Like a black widow spider she held him , and this poor boy pushing deeper and deeper, completely unaware how terrible the consequences of his emerging relationship with the Dowager would be. When he came inside her Lady Bevois half expected to watch her mother crush his frail body, squeeze the life out of him and consume him, there and then on the bed. Psychologically that is precisely the outcome she had in mind, and for anyone who knew her well, they could only feel an enormous pity for poor Simon. His deconstruction had truly begun, and it was chilling to watch.

The Dowager lay back on to her the bed and asked her daughter whether she had decided yet.

"I have Mama, I have. She shall be called Molly and be the prettiest maid we ever had." 

Simon started wondering who they could be talking about when he felt Lady Bevois grab him by the back of his hair and pull him roughly off the bed. She dragged him across the bedroom floor and into the bathroom. He was speechless with shock.

"Down on the floor, Molly. The honeymoon is over. It is about time that you started to understand what is expected of you. "

Simon felt the determination of this woman, as she forced his head down to the floor and kicked his legs away from him, twisting him onto his back. She stood over him raising her skirts up to her waist and sat down hard on his chest. She was naked under her skirts and he felt a mass of curly hair scratching his chest and the wetness of her vulva. She slid forward and sat on his face, her thighs clamped against his ears. 

"Open your mouth Molly dear. I am going to feed you." 

She leant back grabbing his penis with her fist and pulled it hard. He let out a muffled scream and his mouth opened wide.

"Good girl. Now keep it open." 

Then it happened. A long hot stream filled his mouth, forcing him to swallow it down, and take more and more. It went on and on, and he gulped down every drop. 

"Good girl. How quickly you learn." " With that she sat further forward positioning her rosebud over his mouth.

Lick me dear. Push your tongue into me. I want you to feel for your gift."

Simon had no choice. He could feel the weight of her bottom pushing down on his jaw. His tongue extended, licking and pushing at the tight unyielding muscle, pressing , desperate to obey his Mistresses order. 

Simon started to realise what was happening to him. He could not believe that anyone could do such a thing. It was beyond disgusting, it was beyond degradation. When she finally finished he felt a strange submission and a sense that something quite awful had just taken place. 

Lady Bevois stood up, pulling down her skirts and stood over Simon, looking down at his glazed eyes, and his pale, shocked expression. 

"Why Molly, you look quite flustered. If you are going be a girl the we must fill you with feminine things, shall we not?.That is what shall do. We shall fill your head and your heart and your body with feminine things. Come on, up you get, I wish to show you your new uniform."

Back in the bedroom the Dowager lay on the bed like Orphelia, her head resting on her hands, and her hair spread over the pillow redolent of a beautiful pre-Raphaellite painting. 

"I thought you would wish to see Molly in her new uniform Mama."

The Dowager smiled with her mouth, but her eyes remained cool and serious, like a cat that got the cream. 

"Sit on the bed Molly, next to Mama. I wish to show you your uniform first, and then you shall wear it for us."

Simon sat down meekly next to the Dowager. He sat so neatly, legs together and with pointed toes. He crossed his forearms over each other on his lap and allowed his wrists to go limp. He surprised himself. His feelings were quite odd, almost pleasurable, with an overwhelming desire to please his Mistresses. He felt very feminine, but couldn't understand why. 

Lady Bevois opened her mother's wardrobe and took out a cream dress cover on a hangar, hooking it on the outside of the door. Slowly she undid the zip at the front revealing a black and white dress, that almost burst out as the petticoats sprung out from their enclosure. It was very short with acres of white petticoats underneath, and exquisitely decorated in lace and pretty bows. Simon blushed. Was he really expected to wear that?

Lady Bevois then took a large box from the wardrobe tied with a large cream bow. This she put on the bed next to Simon and asked him to open it. Shaking visibly, Simon carefully untied the satin bow and opened the box. Inside tightly packed in pink tissue were all manner of gorgeous things. 

Lady Bevois started to take the objects out and lay them on the bed. There were eight identical pairs of white panties, ridiculously frilly and with delicate pink bows and a red lace trim, cut very high on the waist. Then three matching bras, underwired and strapless, and the most gorgeous suspender belt, white and pink, with a very wide waist band, almost a corset, with 10 clips at the back to cinch in the waist. There were five packs of seamed fully fashioned barely black stockings and the most lovely apron and bonnet. There was also a pretty pair of black court shoes, with a modest heel.

"Now Polly, say thank you to Mama for your lovely gifts. Then, we will let you try them on."

Simon looked up at Lady Bevois and then to the Dowager, still naked, lying gracefully across the bed, her head on a pillow. He knew that this really was going to happen, and he felt both terrified and excited all at once.

Simon whispered a nervous thank you, and still reeling from Lady Bevois' gift stood up, almost unable to think straight.

The ladies instructed poor Simon, item by item, and he squirmed with embarrassment as they handed him his new panties, stockings and suspender belt. They watched in silence as he slowly dressed himself until he stood, at last, hands clasped daintily over his apron, facing Lady Bevois.

What a picture. The bonnet framed his pretty face beautifully, tied under his chin in the cutest bow. The skirts were terribly short, only just covering his tummy, presenting his frilly knickers to the world, and his long slim stockinged legs. Even without make-up he was totally transformed. Catching a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror he could see how feminine he looked, and it made his heart leap. He looked every inch a young maid, with a clear complexion, wide watery eyes and full lips. His legs were slim and shapely, and his entire demeanour was that of a simpering, servile servant .

Lady Bevois beckoned him towards her, and ran her fingers across his flushed cheek. 

"Such a beautiful little servant girl. I do hope that you will remain so."

Her tone was threatening and menacing, and Simon felt as if at any moment she might smite him hard, sending him reeling across the room. He would have to get used to this fear, this awful tension, whenever he was in Lady Bevois' presence. She just oozed control, unpredictable dangerous control, which left him in a constant state of fear.

Now, kneel down and kiss Mama's feet. I shall see you humbled properly before you are dismissed.

Simon knelt by the side of the bed as the Dowager extended her slender foot and gently brushed her toes against Simon's lips. He kissed her toes softly, placing delicate , pretty kisses on each one. The Dowager pressed her foot forward, opening Simon's lips, pushing further inwards. Simon opened his mouth, and sucked her toes, tasting the salty flavours, feeling the smooth perfectly polished nails against his tongue. The Dowager let out a long low moan, as Simon gently held her foot and sucked her foot deeper inside, rolling his tongue around in a sensual French kiss.. He dribbled with the sheer loveliness of his predicament, in total servitude to this mature woman, as she forced her foot deep inside his mouth. 

The Dowager rubbed her left foot encouragingly against his chin, looking down at this maid as he sucked her toes, on his knees, totally focused, dutifully on his task. Her fingers felt between her legs, and her thighs moved apart, almost imperceptibly, and her heart raced. She loved to dominate these young fools. She loved to watch as they served her. 

Simon kissed the bottom of each toe as the Dowager pulled her foot out of his mouth, and he ran his tongue up and down her sole, tasting her salty, musty skin, and inhaling the warm gorgeousness of his Mistress. The Dowager's fingers found a perfect place, and she gasped. Simon sensed her fervour and applied himself with even more enthusiasm to his task, taking the left foot even deeper into his mouth, feeling his Mistresses toes wriggling in his throat. She pressed harder, bracing herself against the back of the throat as she frigged herself. Simon gagged, dribbling uncontrollably down his chin, trying to swallow, trying to pull her foot as deep as he could into his servile mouth. He wanted to take everything in, to close his lips over her heal, But it was just impossible. 

Lady Bevois watched as his mother threw her head back onto the pillow, opened her thighs, and with a long squeal, hips bucking, let herself come in a wet hot spray against her diamond ringed fingers.

Simon, bruised and with a red, hot face, coughed and spluttered as the Dowager withdrew her foot and pushed him backwards with a hard stamp of her heel. He fell backward onto the floor, breaking his fall with his elbows, his face glistening with saliva.

Lady Bevois stood over him, as he struggled back onto his knees, brushing his skirts back as neatly as he could over his thighs. 

"Run along Molly. You are late for your duties girl."

Molly stood up, bobbed a curtsey at the Dowager and Lady Bevois, and left the bedroom, closing the door carefully behind him. He rushed down the servants staircase in a rustling mass of petticoats, holding his skirts to his side and found his way down to the servants kitchen, with moments to spare.

Bateman didn't bat an eyelid. He just looked up at this flustered fool and calmly said:-

"Molly. Wipe your face dry and help cook prepare supper."

That evening, standing in the dining room meekly by the serving table, Molly looked into the middle distance as the family filed in. First the Dowager looking magnificent in a long clingy gold dress, followed by Lord and Lady Bevois. Lord Bevois wore a dinner jacket with black tie and his wife wore a cream cocktail dress heavily laced across the shoulders and bust with a low neckline. Then Cordelia breezed in, more casually dressed in tight fitting jodphurs, brown hunting boots and tight white woolen jumper that just covered her navel. She was in a confident mood, and strutted across to the table to join her parents and grandmama. Glancing across at the serving table her eyes caught sight of Molly. 




The Dining Room Maid



She spun on her heel, and with hands on her hips and her shoulder back she walked over to the new little serving girl. 

Simon looked into the middle distance, trying not to move. His delicate hands were clasped together neatly across his apron and he bobbed a little curtsey.

'Well, well, well. How prettily this little bird has been decorated, and so soon. ".

Her hand lifted Simon's chin and he was forced to meet Cordelia's gaze. 

"A little paint and she will be quite delicious."

Then she turned to sit with the family, and the conversation flowed enthusiastically about her day in the saddle, whilst Molly and Bateman served each course and discreetly sunk back into the shadows awaiting their orders. 

It was during the pudding course that the atmosphere changed. Simon lent forward to serve Lady Bevois when he felt a rough hand grope his buttocks through his frilly knickers. He had tried to do his duties without drawing attention to his dress, but the dress was cut so high, and the petticoats were so plentiful, that it was impossible for any form of modesty. He had felt the families eyes on his legs throughout the meal, but never dreamt that the Master himself would actually touch him. 

Simon stood up with a gasp, nearly spilling the fruit salad bowl, and then realised there was nothing at all he could do. 

"Serve me Molly, there's a good girl." Lady Bevois' tone was not to be questioned. 

"Yes Ma'am," Molly replied and lent forward, once again presenting her pert bottom towards the Master. This time Simon had to endure his lecherous grope without complaining. As he served Lady Bevois, he felt his buttocks being squeezed and a strong thumb pressed crudely between his buttocks, forcing the satin material of his knickers deep inside the cleft. 

Simon bit his lip, he didn't know what to do, or what to think. This was entirely new to him. This was all new to him, and he was confused and flustered and humiliated and perhaps even a little thrilled, all at once. Then it was over, and he continued around the table unhindered. Returning to his post he desperately wanted to adjust his knickers but he knew that this was not allowed. So he stood there, hands clasped in front, meekly awaiting orders whilst the family resumed their conversation.

Lady Bevois lent across to her husband and rested her hand on his thigh. She knew when her husband was aroused, and that it was best to satisfy his desires quickly to maintain a peaceful equilibrium in their relationship.

"Later dear, I will be yours. You can de-flower this girl when Mama and I have feminised her a bit more. It will be sweeter for you, trust me."

Lord Bevois patted his wife's hand affectionately in a gesture of agreement and mutual understanding. She knew that his thrusts would be hard and powerful this evening, and this thought made her glow under the candlelight as she delicately nibbled her way through the summer fruit. Cordelia looked at her Grandmama quizzically and could see just the faintest smile on her lips. Then the conversation turned to other matters, and the moment was lost.

Lord and Lady Bevois retired early that evening, and an hour later the Dowager rang the bell in her own room to summon Molly to her duties. Molly looked up at the bell box on the wall, and brushing down her aprons neatly, busied herself preparing warm milk and cookies.



The Dinner



Three stories precede this one, in temporal order:

Christine. A tale of lust.
Angela. Teased and pleased.
Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge.

For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with thiosulphates. So no tushes and fanny refers to the female genitalia; external, internal, or both, dependent upon context. Garter belts are suspenders, bathrooms are commonly loos or toilets especially when they don't actually contain a bath, johns are bogs, we the British often wee, pee or even 'spend a penny' (I'm not too sure what polite North Americans usually do, but Literotica characters definately piss). If you think anything else could be usefully included in this brief Anglo – North American Dictionary, or if some of it is redundant, please let me know.

The dinner. 

The anticipation of having to taste your own white slippery seed as your canapé is actually worse than the deed itself, though I could now understand why Christine reserved sucking me to orgasm as an exceptional treat. After Angela's initial salty embrace I hardly noticed the tang of my own semen when I kissed Christine; whose vigorous tongue thrusting intimated that she would like my tongue elsewhere, followed by a lot of thrusting, also elsewhere: if you kiss Christine when she is really fired up she tries to eat you alive.

When we broke apart Angela said, "Before we go down stairs I have a gift for our humble slave to remind it of its servitude. Here's your very own collar my little, obedient pet; admire it, then put it on." It was a large leather dog collar, it even had a name engraved upon it, 'big boy': very humorous. Angela also had a leash. Once I was collared and leashed they put on dressing gowns, yes pink ones, and we all trooped down for dinner; whilst remaining naked, at least I was not made to go on all fours: though probably only because neither of them had thought of it.

We sat at the table, at least Angela and I did, Christine scurried off to do something in the kitchen. "Right my obedient little slave here are your orders," Angela hissed, "after my dessert I am going to lure Christine back to the bedroom: there you will spread her legs over the arms of the chair as if preparing to give her a good licking and humping but then, instead, kiss her on the mouth as you gradually put all you weight on her. With her legs splayed like that she has no leverage there, so if you get her arms right she will be pretty well helpless. Next, keep you weight on her, but also assist me in tying her hands behind the chair, then stay put until I've tied her ankles. Only then do you get off her, when you stand to attention and await my further orders."

"You're going to do her after dinner?"

"Let's be clear about one thing," she snapped, "obedient slaves simply obey, they never dare to question their mistress. Imagine what it would feel like to have a mistress grab one of your nipples, squeeze it hard and then twist it as violently as she could?"

I stayed silent. Christine returned with three small plates on a tray. On each were a few leaves of lettuce, three tiny strips of meat and a minute finger of bread, which turned out to be a miniature garlic bread; well just as long as we all ate it. Eat slowly, I reminded myself, eat slowly; there was, by my reckoning, three mouthfuls there.

"So slave how was it? How was your little tease?"

"Unbearable. Absolute bloody hell, torture really: in the end the entire fabric of your being is consumed with coming, you think orgasm, you breath orgasm, the whole point of your existence is to be driven to come; climaxistentialism. Your balls are screaming with tension, you pray for your nipples to be left alone, tickling and licking them makes every other sensation feel that much more intense, and most of all you long for anything to speed up, just a tiny fraction, because that's all you need to push you over into joyous squirting. That's why that, you called it 'slow masturbation', is so very effective. The slow strokes build the tension alright, they're what makes everything throb with a desire so desperate, a need so pressing. The quick strokes, they offer a promise that is broken so quickly that it breaks your heart."

"And your orgasm, bottom a little sore, eh?"

"It was ecstasy, my brain and balls exploded with the intensity of it all; throbbing, aching penis screaming urgency, the intensity of these signals hugely amplified by your nipples, and... I cannot described the other: when you do explode that makes the difference between a tap and a water-cannon; a puddle and a lake. What did you do?"

"Christine?" queried Angela.

"I stuck a well-greased finger in your bum and stroked your prostate," she replied matter-of-factly.

I blushed, but she could do that again anytime: as a boost to orgasm the sensation was out of this world. Incidentally, so was the meat; there was not very much but there were three different sorts, each quite distinct and each grilled to juicy succulence. One of the advantages, in those bygone days, of living where game was plentiful and, as a bonus in the shooting season, it was also dirt-cheap. This was both the end of the first course and, to my relief, the end of my embarrassing questioning. 

Second course was two dishes done in slow-cookers, the food and Christine herself. Christine apologised for the simplicity of the dish, but she did not know how long we would be and her casserole could not be spoilt. It was the rest of the game cooked up with veg., but no potatoes, rice or pasta: the pleasures of gluttony were not going to be permitted to interfere with the delights of vanquishing lusts. "Slave, the fickle finger of truth is pointing at Christine, ask her a deeply probing question, something to keep us entertained whilst we tuck-in."

I thought and I thought. Then inspiration, "Christine, you and Angela are pretty uninhibited, really close friends and both man-free zones for years, did you ever, well... well, have sex together?"

"Once," Christine confided. "It didn't work. Angela's divorce went, sour: rancid in fact. She came round in floods of tears, totally distraught; he had collected the kids from school and the three of them had simply vanished. I cuddled her, comforted her and eventually, slightly pissed, we ended up in bed together. I kissed Angela, chastely, it was supposed to be a consoling goodnight kiss. Next thing I know I'm pinned on my back by a lioness attempting to prise my jaws apart with its huge, slick, hot, wet tongue. As you said, I'm broad minded and Angela needed a lift, right then I knew she needed me really badly; so I did to her all the things that I would have liked a man to do to me: well all the things I was physically capable of. Angela loves women, perhaps more so than men, she was suddenly sky-rocketed from destitution to riches and she responded. Oh my, I had enjoyed sex in my time, but I had no idea that a woman could come that many times, that quickly, and keep coming back for more. Of course, Angela wanted to pay her debts and return my caresses: she'd unveiled bliss in the middle of despair. It turned out to be hopeless, I just could not get started, she tried everything and anything: it was totally useless. It was nice, all of it was really pleasant and delightfully soothing, but it didn't set my pulse racing and my juices flowing. I could give, whole-heartedly, without reservation, but favours returned just did nothing for me: pleasure but no passion. So we put it down to experience, didn't try again but stayed best of friends. We've shared a bed since, but never again one another." 

"Such close friends that Christine even persuaded her newly discovered and much treasured man to screw me, as my birthday surprise" Angela was in tears. "She really is my very best friend." She dabbed her eyes, we appeared to have finished eating, no one was for seconds.

Christine had sounded wistful – I'm not particularly good at relationships, well not some parts of them; I cannot, for example, ever pass a compliment convincingly, even when I know I really ought to: I freeze up, my mind goes blank, my tongue cleaves to the roof of my mouth – yet even I caught the melancholy in Christine's tone: she desperately wanted to, and could not, share with Angela. "Christine my cheesecake will make us all smile again," the recipe I follow cheers, heartens, warms, increases obesity and hardens arteries with each and every single spoonful. Christine collected our plates and disappeared into the kitchen. As soon as she was gone I hissed, "Angela. No just drop all that slave stuff for five seconds, there's no time! Shall we tease Christine together, work as a team, fingers and tongues united in a common cause. I'll get her started, then once she is good and randy you can join in too? You might not be able to set her fire alight but I'm certain that you can assist with piling on the fuel and fanning the flames."

Men do nothing for me, nothing what-so-ever, not even one secret adolescent erection I'm too ashamed or embarrassed to admit to: simply nothing. And it's not lack of opportunity, at university I had a wide circle of gay friends as my, then current, girlfriend was bi-sexual. But during the long slow session of masturbation I had just endured I knew that if Angela had swapped her place with a man I would have begged and pleaded him just the same as her and promised anything to anyone if they would just stop and suck me off.

Angela nodded her consent, vigorously, "Now I can see what Christine found in you. You're the same as she is, you can give without asking what, if anything, you will get in return."

"Don't ever trust to that with money," I admonished.

Angela laughed, Christine returned, the tension evaporated and we re-entered our roles. "Big boy, my little lap-dog, my obedient slave, my subjugated chattel, why the hell is your head not buried between my thighs, your tongue sunk deep into my fanny and licking for dear life itself? I told you, you are to eat pussy for pudding: so get cracking." I dived under the table. A few minutes later Angela spoke, "You know Chrissy, cheesecake is delicious; but cheese-cake whilst you cream, that's exquisite. I'm enjoying mine right now, but there will be plenty left over when I am gorged, won't there 'big boy'? My mouth was too full to reply.

"Christine, as this seems to be your confessional, tell me do you really enjoy anal sex?" Angela quizzed. I'm not sure how much of the answer Angela took in, as she kept having another orgasm, but I got Christine's message.

"It's no big deal, if your man's gentle, and he's not too big; in fact it's really quite nice. If Adrian has been good we normally finish off doggy style, it's fun, he gets to watch – grandstand view in fact – but it doesn't make me come. If Adrian's performance has been exceptional, or I want him to agree to something, I suck him off at the end: for him that's a real treat but, truth to tell, I would prefer not to. How do you think I paid for your birthday present? Now anal sex: most men adore it, I find it more exhilarating than doggy, you can't get pregnant, it's good if your period's heavy and your man's also randy and it's an absolute life saver after you've had a baby. I thought I'd see how Adrian reacted, he's never seemed that keen but, once sampled oft' returned to." At this point I probed Angela's slurping slot with the tips of two fingers, she thrust forwards, impaling herself upon them and as a consequence lost all self-control: the following morning we had, literally, to scrape half chewed cheesecake from the wall opposite to where she was sitting.

Once Angela was thinking clearly once more, the rest was a doddle. Angela talked Christine upstairs for a drop of Irish whiskey and a comprehensive licking, 'Christine's Irish cream' she named it: she had even brought a bottle of Jameson's as bait – until then we had shared a large bottle of local dry perry, equal to about half a bottle of wine, so we were all quite sober; sobriety is essential when you play games of bondage, no good the teaser nodding off, or worse, turning nasty. We secured Christine with no perceptible difficulty; once you are sitting in an arm chair with your legs splayed over the arms, you're pretty well immobilised anyway. Despite the earlier conversational switch-back, she was still incredibly randy, indeed raring to go, so it only took a matter of minutes to return her to a state of desperation and not much longer to extend this to a state of uncontrolled depravity. I did the full body lick and settled down to the basics, lick Christine's clit, finger her fanny, lick the sensitive strip between her two holes for a while longer.

Angela had blindfolded Christine early on and, under my tender ministrations, she was soon trying to struggle violently and making a proper rumpus. "Well, 'big boy', she was happy to extend your torment to fifty minutes; we'll give her, what? Say a round hour?" The rumpus metamorphosed into hysteria. "We'll start off with five minutes and then offer her the opportunity to exchange time for perversion." Angela gagged her. As I now knew, as one who had been on the receiving end of a comprehensive teasing, at this stage being gagged and blindfolded is truly terrible, any hope of influencing what happens is gone: but, worse still, you really do not trust those bastards not to run over time and as, for you, subjective time is almost stationary, your anxieties are fuelled with a nervous tension that verges upon the paranoid.

"Five minutes up. If I you agree to me assisting Adrian we will knock fifteen minutes off your time, nod if you wish this." A very firm and emphatic yes. For the next five minutes I worked on Christine's fanny whilst Angela concentrated upon her nipples. The way Christine was slurping out lubricant told us both that Angela's contribution was not turning her off in the slightest. "Let's change ends," I don't know what Angela was doing but Christine was beginning to struggle with frenetic energy. Then I had an inspiration. I swapped my attentions from her nipples to her ear lobes. Christine's manic struggling increase ten-fold, until one ear suddenly and unexpectedly dribbled wax onto my tongue. Let me tell you, ear wax tastes vile, it is disgusting, it is an abomination. I went to find out what Angela was up to.

Angela was concentrating on Christine's clit, or more precisely the area around it. If Christine relaxed, she went in closer with the occasional direct swipe of her tongue over that sensitive little button, when Christine tensed up Angela licked further out, deploying both an increase in firmness and an increase in tempo. Moreover, she had a single finger inserted in Christine's fanny almost up to the knuckle. As best as I could tell she was rotating this really gently. "let's swap, 'big boy'."

We swapped and swapped about, approximately every three minutes, until Christine had endured precisely twenty nine minutes of our ministrations. "Now listen carefully," Angela commanded. "It's your turn to decide. We can stop now and Adrian will shaft you stupid, as only he knows how to, but at the same time you will have to kiss me with serious passion. This will continue until Adrian and I cannot wring another climax out of your over-sensitised flesh. Then I get to sit in the chair, you kneel on all fours before me, you lick my slit and Adrian takes his pleasure in your bum. Nod if you agree.

Christine nodded her assent, frantically. As I pierced her hot damp sex, repetitively, Christine orgasmed regularly until I became really worried about my ability to hold myself back continuing. I had to shaft her pathetically slowly which, of course, made her ability to climax last all the longer. When Christine's responses finally began to diminish Angela broke off that long passionate kiss and attacked her nipples instead, allowing us to wring a last couple of orgasms out of her before she slumped, languid as a rag doll. We untied her and even before we could massage her arms and legs she shoved Angela into the chair, grabbed the stool – thatched with pink fluffy stuff –from in front of her dressing table, placed it before Angela and bent over it, rump stuck up high in the air. She commenced sucking Angela's slick slit with a gusto that appeared unbridled, almost manic. I took up my allotted position behind her, smeared her anus with Vaseline, which lived on the dressing table, and eased into her very slowly; Christine did not even seem to notice me invading her. Her 'spit-roast' was extraordinarily short lived; she was right, her rear was significantly more constricted than her pussy; the sensation was far more intense, I was desperately randy anyway and I came almost immediately. Anal sex is curious; unless you really want to hurt your partner you have to go gently so your climax is, instantaneously, less intense but then it lasts so much longer and you've to be very careful not to thrust hard, reflexly. An interesting variant but, despite Christine's opinions, I'd rather have done her doggy any day: a compromise would have to be negotiated. Satisfying Angela took rather longer, so I went to assist.



The Dinner



Sheri stood at the doorway to the classroom at the end of the day, saying good bye to the little kids of her class as they were being collected by the moms and in some cases the dads. She smiled at all the women as they asked their kids how their day was, and oohed and aahed at all the little things they had made out of macaroni and powder paint, or paper plates and masking tape... 

'Those will be in the bin in minutes once they get home, I bet" Sheri said, to no-one in particular.

"They certainly are in my house," a deep and heavenly voice rumbled at her elbow.

Sheri leapt with fright, her hand flying to her throat! "Oh my God! I'm so sorry! What you must think of me!" She said, turning around to see who it was. Standing right next to her was the father, a newly single dad, mind you, of Andrew, her little sweetheart child... he was a totally amazing little boy, smiled for anything and everything, was always cheerful and happy, or he had been up until about 6 weeks ago. And that was when his father Greg, had come to tell him the sad news that he and his sons mother were splitting and in fact she had moved out the night before to her new boyfriend's house.

She wondered why he had stayed behind when Andrew stepped out and handed her a piece of paper.

In a shaky young handwriting it said, "Please, miss, could you come and have supper with me and my daddy. Tonight?"

Her heart was instantly full of compassion and even more love for the little lad.

She looked down at him with his big blue green eyes and his little lost smile, "Of course I would like to come and have supper with you and your daddy tonight." She replied.

Standing back up she could see the smile on Andrew's little face re-emerge, like the sun coming out after a thunderstorm. He was positively beaming.

Greg spoke again for the first time since he had scared her so, and said, "Would you mind very much? He hasn't been the same since his M-O-M found alternate accommodation."

Sheri looked Greg over in as unobtrusive a manner as she possibly could, her interest piqued by the incredible voice. Her mind was racing, how do I tell this man that I am actually married, but that I really do want to have dinner, if only to hear that voice that has my whole body trembling every time her says anything. 

Sheri and Alan, her husband, lived near the beach, had been now for some years and they had a very open view on marriage and life in general. They knew that they were married and kept to the marriage mostly and on occasion they did extend their circle, with the consent of the other to include other couples and individuals if they came along.

Sheri felt a light fluttering in her tummy as she saw the light in Andrew and Greg's eyes, each one different, but excitement united them all. She thought about calling Alan, 'but' she thought, 'I can do that later when I'm alone.'

Sheri looked Greg in the eye, "Of course, I'd love to! When and where is this event? Would you mind if I give you my final answer tomorrow?"

Greg seemed to be blushing, but he spoke and there was no evidence of embarrassment or fear in it, "of course not, Miss Wilson, we would love to have your company tomorrow night, Friday night, at 7:30 at our house...at 69 Macrory Road. Just around the corner from the Supermarket on Main Street."

"Oh, I know that area well, I live just a block or two away... I'll confirm with you tomorrow." Sheri was getting excited. Maybe she could invite Greg around to their house for one of their group Jacuzzi parties later in the month...

So she had a date with a really hot dad for tomorrow night. She couldn't wait to get home to tell Alan.... She busied herself around tidying up and closing up her classroom, then drove home. Parked in the driveway and went around to the patio area on the beach side of the cottage.

Alan was outside in the sun, it was still only 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and the later afternoon autumn sun was still warm enough to be out in the sun, naked. Alan looked so fine! She silently approached on the deck board, her bare feet soundless on the wooden deck. Without any notice she reached out and took hold of his cock in her hand and started stroking it and then leaned down and started sucking it, making Alan open his eyes and also start to get more aroused and grow a little.

"Baby! You're home!" and as if this was normal, and it generally was, as he slipped his hand under her ass and slid it between her legs seeking the juicy, luscious pussy that lay between them. The place he loved to lie, sucking and nuzzling as often as he could...

Alan teased and nipped at her clit and she was instantly very wet, as if the wetness from the thoughts on the way home in the car were not enough.

Alan lay back on the lounger where he had been lying before Sheri got home, his cock standing up proud and stiff now. Sheri stood up, swinging her leg over and straddling him, and sat down on his legs, still playing with his now hard cock. She sucked again on the hood, stroking again up and down on the shaft with both hands. Then she raised herself up and as she did not have any panties on, she'd gone to work without in the morning, she rubbed the head of Alan's cock in her pussy to get some of her juices smeared on him, then teased him some more by holding his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then lowering herself a little onto him. She pulled herself off again, looking at his face and the surprise or disappointment was evident, and she smiled before lowering herself all the way down that she could, thrusting his big gorgeous cock deep inside her as she did. 

Her orgasm was unexpected and very quick, as she had been fingering herself all the way home... after hearing that deep bass voice of Greg before she left work, and then thinking of the excitement of the dinner tomorrow night... 'I have to tell Alan, as soon as we are finished here, so that I am not caught doing something I shouldn't.' she thought.

Alan took a little longer and Sheri smiled as she knew that this was now giving him pleasure, this was for her man, the love of her life, so she began to help him, letting him thrust himself deep inside her, Sheri leaned down to his ear and said, "You like fucking me out here, don't you? You like shoving that enormous cock of yours into me and shooting your cum inside me...!!" 

This was a huge encouragement for Alan, and she could feel his cock swell up and pulse as he started to cum more than he had in a very long time, and it caused her to suddenly feel like she, oh wait she was, "Oh God, Alan, I'm cumming again, what have you... Oh GOD! God, God.. I'm cummmmmming!!" Sheri's body shook with her second orgasm as Alan blew his load into her.

They collapsed together on top of the longer, holding each other, Sheri kissing Alan with little peck kisses on his cheek and neck. 

"I love you, baby, so very, very much. You know that, don't you?" she asked

"Yes, my angel, I do. But why do you say that now...?" Alan asked, gently.

"I was approached by a very nice father of one of my kids today, with his little boy, you know him, the little guy. He's the little guy from the school picnic at that spent the day on your lap." 

"Oh, that little guy, his mother passed away about 6 months to a year ago?" 

Yeah that little guy. His father fetched him from school today, and the two of them came to me and asked me to go to supper tomorrow night. I really liked the father, I think he could become a regular part of our circle of friends. I was going to go have supper with them, and then see how he does. You don't mind do you?"

"Erm, let me think... We didn't have any other prior arrangements, so no, I don't mind at all." Alan leaned over and gently and lovingly kissed Sheri. "You go and have fun with them tomorrow. The little guy's obviously missing his mom."

Sheri smiled and hugged Alan closely, and also kissed him again passionately. She was now free to go to dinner the next night. And she smiled in anticipation.

The next morning at the school, she looked out for Andrew and possibly even Greg. She was at school a little earlier than she usually was, and stood in a place that she could easily see when the parents dropped the little ones off for school. Greg pulled in to the grounds and parked and walked Andrew to the door. Something most fathers didn't do, most choosing to stop, drop and roll out the parking area instead. And a nasty habit of some parents, in Sheri's opinion. 

Greg approached the door, unaware that Sheri was waiting for them, and she was watching. Sheri felt a twinge of excitement as she stood there watching him approach.

"Hello, Andrew!" Sheri said as she stepped through the door.

Andrew was happy to see her, his face lit up and she hugged him awkwardly around his school bag on his back. "You go on into class, my boy. I need to speak to your daddy for just a moment. I'll see you in class later, OK?"

Andrew waved goodbye to his dad, and he walked happily off on his own to his classroom.

Sheri turned to Greg, smiling as she did. "Good Morning, Mr Pieterson, how are you this morning?"

"Greg, please... Mr Pieterson sounds so formal. I am very well, thank you."

"Ok, Greg, I will be happy to join you and Andrew for dinner tonight, and I even took a drive past your home this morning just to make sure that I know exactly where it is that you live. NOT stalking you... ha ha... Just checking. So I will see you both tonight then..."

"Fabulous news," said Greg. "Andrew will be very happy to hear that."

"I guessed as much, so I thought that it best that he hears it after school or he won't be able to concentrate in class all day. We can't have that now, can we?"

Gregs laughter was as infectious as his great deep voice and Sheri found her legs a little weak and wobbly. 'Steady now, Sheri girl, he doesn't know what I have planned for him yet....' She thought.

The school day and the afternoon program flew by, rather unusually for Sheri. She had expected it to drag by with her anticipation levels so high, but she was just so busy that before she knew it the day was over and she was heading home to get ready for dinner with the Pietersons.

She dressed in a tight fitting spandex t-shirt top with spaghetti straps, and no bra, the material doing the support job of the bra. Her skirt was short but not that short that you could see anything obvious. Sheri decided that she would wear a teeny g-string as a chance had it that it would be destroyed in the heat of the evening and it was easily replaced. She had a wrap with her that she had wrapped around her shoulders not for the cold this early in the evening, but would come in handy later on in the evening when the temperature surely would drop. And it had the double duty of covering the outfit and making her look less "slutty" should she have to get out of the car before arriving at the Pietersons house.

She pulled up outside the house, parking in the driveway, exiting the car and walking up to the front door up a few steps onto a grassed patio area with a braai area built into the far wall. She went up the door, and almost before she could knock, it flew open and Andrew came rushing out with the smell of dinner and threw himself into her legs, hugging her tightly, "HELLO, MISS WILSON!!" he nearly shouted out in his excitement.

"Hello Andrew. How are you?" Of course she knew the answer, not much time since she'd last seen her star pupil.

Greg appeared in the doorway and she could see from the look on his face that she had done the right thing by dressing this way, and he clearly approved. Was that a growing bulge in his shorts? Greg was a little awkward now and busied himself as he welcomed her into their home, he poured her a drink, and took her wrap and offered her a snack, and all the while Andrew was buzzing around showing her his toys and his pet lizard, if he could find it in the house, it had escaped him three days ago, and his room, and his dad's room, where his mom used to sleep next to his dad, but she died and went to some other place that dad couldn't tell him where, and he missed her and then he took her to the back of the house where they had a big tree with a swing in it and Andrew never seemed to stop.

Soon Greg reappeared and said, "Andrew, it's time for dinner, my boy. Go wash your hands, please. Miss Wilson, would you like to come and sit in the dining room?"

"Oh, please call me Sheri. Thank you, I'd love that."

Greg blushed slightly, and Sheri walked through the house behind him as he led the way to the dining room, all the while looking around and noticing the lack of attention to detail that having no woman since his wife's death had had on the home. He had tried to tidy up a lot before she had arrived, that much was evident, but she smiled as she noticed his efforts.

Her gaze fell on his ass as he walked and the way he walked suddenly became very sexy. She felt a little surge in her body as she watched Greg this way. He showed her to her seat and then seated himself across from her, Andrew followed in and sat down between the two of them, at the head of the table. Sheri liked this as she could then 'work' on Greg better, and try and seduce him, 'as if he didn't want that anyway, right?' she thought.

Greg opened up the covered bowls on the table to reveal a wonderful array of foods and they all began to help themselves, Greg dishing up for Andrew, and the conversation that seemed to have faltered was easy once the compliments for the meal began and then other subjects flowed, like what do you like, I like... Do you?... and so on.

The evening flowed nicely once the initial awkwardness had been overcome and they both relaxed, and Andrew seemed to be getting sleepy. Greg got up and excused himself, "Just going to put the little man to bed, Sheri." 

"Night, night, Andrew," she cooed

"Night, Miss Wilson." Andrew mumbled. And he stumbled along beside Greg as he went off to bed. Greg was out of the room for about twenty minutes as he said goodnight to his son. When he walked back in Sheri had made herself comfortable at the dinner table by taking her shoes off, and sitting on one foot on her chair and eating slowly from the leftovers on her plate with a fork.

Greg walked back into the dining area to a beautiful picture of Sheri dangling her leg and the skirt had ridden up to reveal a long and slender leg that was beautifully tanned and toned. He felt his cock begin to grow slightly. She had an amazing effect on him, and he had been looking at her for a few weeks at school, making excuses to stay a little longer when he dropped Andrew just so that he can see her.

Now that she was in his house it was almost too good to be true. As Greg Walked into the dining room, Sheri, noticing that he was looking at her legs, shifted her position and dropped her foot to the floor. As she did so she spread her legs a little and allowed Greg to see a little higher... and also that she had no g-string on either.

Greg sat down on the same side of the table as Sheri now, not going back to his side. Saying nothing, he leaned forward on his chair slightly, and breathed in deeply, his eyes closed. Sheri sensed what he was doing and also leaned ever so imperceptibly closer. When Greg opened his eyes, she was within very close proximity and easily kissable.

"I have seen how you have been looking at me at school, Greg." Sheri said, softly.

"You have?" Greg was blushing.

"Yes, and I am flattered."

"Oh dear, I hope that is not something that is going to get me into trouble." 

"You are in trouble, mister."

"Oh no!"

"Big trouble, and I am really going to have to do something about it."

All of this was done in virtual whispers, just spoken softly and quietly from six inches away. And all the time they were getting closer. Until Greg finally moved a little faster and touched his lips to Sheri's, kissing her softly, touching off that spark that the evening had been waiting for.

Sheri slipped her hand across Greg's thigh, sliding up his trouser leg, and finding his cock making a massive bulk under his belt. She plucked and pulled at it, opening the belt and then working the trouser buttons loose. The zip soon was open as well, and her hand could explore for that big cock. She found it and helped it free, and she started to stroke and rub it u and down the length, causing Greg to moan slightly in pleasure.

Sheri slipped off her chair, kneeling in front of Greg and swallowing his purple head into her mouth, working her tongue over the crown. Her hands and tongue started to work up and down over the lovely large length of his cock making him twist and moan as he enjoyed it, leaning back and watching her work, as she looked up at him, her eyes watching him.

His hands held her head lightly, and she worked him skilfully and sensed when he was starting to build and was getting close. She stopped, standing up. So far they were both virtually fully clothed. Sheri leaned forward and kissed Greg gain as she turned around and sat down on his lap, taking his hands and placing them on her body, one on her thigh, the other on her stomach, and guiding him to what she wanted, she had him feeling her one tit, teasing the nipple through the cloth of the thin top she was wearing, the other working its way up her leg under her skirt.

She left him to work and began to do some exploring f her own, putting her hands into her skirt from the top, and working the stretch fabric up and giving Greg a glimpse of the pleasure awaiting him though dimly as it was still fairly dimly lit in the dining room.

Greg lifted Sheri up, picked her up and walked with her through to the lounge area and to the large daybed section of the couch. He helped her out of her skirt, and noted the lack of underwear, and then turned his attention to her top, finding her hidden clasps soon freed the top from the restraints and it too joined the skirt on the floor. Sheri was now naked. 

Greg admired her amazing body and slowly started to remove his shirt, as Sheri sat up and swiftly removed his trousers and his boxers and took his impressive cock into her hand again. Greg finished removing his shirt, then stood again watching Sheri sucking his cock with fervour.

He pulled it away from her, pushing her down onto the daybed, while kneeling on the floor in front of her, leaning into her and spreading her legs as he did, leaning further in and putting his nose into the valley between her legs. He inhaled her scent deeply and lifted his head, running his nose through the slit of her pussy, over her clit and making her squirm. 'Damn, he's good' Sheri thought, as stars burst in her head.

"Greg, that is fantastic," Sheri said, "Don't stop! Don't stop, big boy..."

Greg flicked his tongue out like a snake sensing his prey. It flickered and swayed over her pussy, making Sheri twitch and her pussy to show its appreciation by starting to leak beautiful juices that Greg licked up eagerly. He firmed up his tongue and fluttered it on her clit and Sheri began to cum, she had been so close since before the dessert, and then had had her hand in her pants while Greg had put Andrew to bed.

Now she had his cock in her sights and his mouth on her pussy and she was cumming like a fountain, ALL because of his mouth, his wonderful mouth. And his magic tongue. 

Greg got up from his kneeling position on the floor, and as Sheri was already spread out and open to him, he slid his large cock through the juices produced by his mouth making her cum, and greased his pole for action, then slipped it into her. Sheri Suddenly became aware of his intentions and raising her head, smiled at Greg over her titties and began kneading them and making the nipples stand up and point. She smiled again at Greg encouraging him to shove his way into her with his cock.




The Dinner



"Come on, Greg, put that big cock inside me now, big boy! I want you inside me..."

Greg needed no second invitation, and he pushed his big cock head into her pussy, shoving slightly, applying a little pressure and making her open and accept him. He felt her pussy slowly open and eat him up, inch by inch... he felt the heat building and then he began thrusting and pumping himself in and out of her, as she lay there... "Oh my god, Greg, you are a giant. Oh god, that is fantastic!..." 

Greg pulled out, easily picked Sheri up and turned her around, then from behind, slid his still dripping cock between her legs and entered her again from behind. This instantly had Sheri's attention as his huge cock was now rubbing right on her g-spot and she was instantly on the verge of cumming again. 

"Oh GOD Greg, THAT is the best I have ever had... give me that cock, big boy... make me cum... Oh God, I'm cumminnnnggg!"

Sheri shivered and shook, and soon Greg too, from her tensing the muscles of her pussy on his big cock, both voluntarily and involuntarily, he began to come too, as he had been on the verge since Sheri had almost blown him to the edge earlier...

They collapsed on the couch together, holding and stroking each other tenderly.

"That was so amazing, Sheri, thank you. I didn't think I could last that long, I haven't had anyone since my wife died."

"We will have to do something about that, I think,' Sheri responded warmly. "I think I have just the thing for you... we will have to chat once we are able to. Right now, I want to cuddle with you, sir."

After some time, Sheri stirred and began making moves to gather her stuff, preparing to leave. She dressed, quietly and kissed Greg lightly on his forehead, and he roused enough to sit up and kiss Sheri, trying to pull her back down to lie with him.

"Stay," he said, "Please. Won't you stay?"

"I can't, I have to get home. I have really had a fantastic time tonight, and we will talk tomorrow at school. Come and see me after school, when you collect Andrew, OK?"

"OK, I will do that... though I really don't want to be alone, I understand."

Sheri watched as her quickly dressed and then they walked to the door and out to her car. Greg kissed her warmly goodbye, all the while pressing his rapidly hardening cock into her as they did.

On the drive home, Sheri was thinking how she was going to tell Greg that she was really married, and that she and her husband had ideas for the three of them, but that included another young lady or two as well. Their group was going to like his big cock. Her test drive tonight had gone well, even though the whole event had been brought on by that delightful kid in her class, Andrew.

As she lay in bed she thought back and smiled... he really was going to love being a part of our little group, she thought.



The Dinner



It had been a long week and a long time since we had been together. It was time for something special. A special night together. Before I went off to work that morning, you told me to be prepared for an incredible night. A night to remember. A special night. I could tell by the lusty sparkle in your eyes that it was not dinner alone that would be satisfying my appetite...

However, it was your night to be pampered. You had a long week too, and I wanted to surprise you...

You find my first note, as I knew you would, wrapped around the handle of your hair brush...It reads "Be ready at 7pm tonight...." Ready you think... for what? You know how imaginative I can be and how I always leave you breathless....it's only 7 am. Twelve more hours, yet you already tingle with anticipation.

You find the next note was on top of your breakfast plate, which I have covered with fresh fruit. This note reads "Eat up...you will need your strength! Don't worry, I will eat well later..." As you sit down to eat, you start to fantasize in wonder what it could be. You realize that your panties are wet...

You find it hard to concentrate all day at work. Your mind is on tonight. An email arrives, with a list to prepare you for tonight, it reads, "Dear Gorgeous, Go to the gym as you normally do after work. Shower thoroughly there  I have made arrangements for you to have a manicure, she will meet you right after the gym. When you arrive home tonight, I will leave the door open for you. Come in, leave all your clothes at the door, and follow my instructions. I will make sure that this is a wonderful, electrifying night of passion and pleasure. One that you will be sure to enjoy." You close your eyes and re-read the note. What is in store for me tonight??

As your leg swings out from the car, your skirt falls open and you marvel at how nice your legs look, now that you have returned to the gym. In fact, your entire body has tightened up. You know that you turn heads at the gym and you can only guess that the guys fantasize and touch themselves at night thinking of you...As you open the door to the house, it is then you remember that you are supposed to remove all your clothes. You wonder, Am I supposed to walk naked through the house? What would the neighbors think?

On a red silk ribbon, hanging just inside the door is a rose, with a note which reads "put this on and meet me in the dining room" It is then you notice that the ribbon is attached to a beautiful silk kimono. You disrobe, realizing that the cool house air has made your nipples contract and harden...or is it the though of what is to come? As the silk material slides over your skin, you feel incredibly sexy and confident. Excited by what is to come.

You take your first step toward the dining room then stop, and with a giggle, step back and put the rose in your mouth. Then you walk silently to the dining room. You find it in a light glow from candles that I have alight in every imaginable shelf, and crevice. The table is set with two plates, two wine glasses, two champagne glasses and a basket of silks. Kenny G, playing a soft romantic sax tune floats in the room. The scent of Lavender form the candles fills the room with a warm fog. In your mind you think, only one thing is missing, and with that thought, you feel my presence behind you, my arms slip around your waist as my lips find your neck. As I kiss you, you smell the faint hint of cologne, feel the smoothness of my just shaved face and the power of my strong arms as they rap around you.

You moan and whisper "Its wonderful - you put so much effort into this" I tell you "You are worth every minute of it " and with that, I put a glass of cool wine to your lips and you sip it deeply. You realize how thirsty you are, that you have not had anything to drink since the gym, and gulp the wine down much faster than you intended. I fill your glass again as we kiss and in minutes you have a warm feeling from the wine. You try to undo my kimono as you whisper "what's for dinner" I stop your hands gently and whisper back "you"

With that I sweep you off your feet and lie you down on the dining room table. You did not even notice that I had removed all the plates and glasses, leaving only the basket on one side. You no longer wonder what the silks are for, with a tone of nervous excitement, you whisper "no, don't" but you know it is no use. We had spoken of fantasies before and we are comfortable and confident with each other to know that we would never go over the line... You trust me and in no time, your arms and legs are bound lightly by the silks to the four corners of the table. The silks are soft and delicate enough for you to know that you could pull free at any time, yet you resist from doing so... You want to experience what is going to happen next.

My hands slide down your wrists, across your chest, stopping not once to caress your still protruding nipples, even though you arch your back in anticipation. Untying the knot at your waist, I pull your kimono open, exposing your gorgeous body. I think, My God! How can it be that I have not noticed how firm you are, How much your time at the gym has shaped your body! How am I going to control myself? I kiss your lips, as my hands explore everywhere, roaming on their own will. Sensing where you want to be touched, how firm and how often. For what seems hours I let my hands touch you, but never touching you down there, down where a fire of passion has been building. My mouth follows the guide of my hands, kissing and nuzzling all your sweet spots. My tongue is inside your knee right now, working its way up, between your legs, which are still secured by their silk bindings in an open position, one that leaves you exposed and vulnerable. My tongue on your pussy lips brings your mind back from fantasy to the present. My hands hold your hips as my mouth covers all of you, absorbing all your sweet scent. With infinite care and incredible expertise, my tongue licks, probes and explores all of you, except your pearl, which is visibly throbbing with anticipation. As my mouth inches closer to your clit, you encourage me on, "yes, yes Yes, YES" you beg for my mouth to find your pearl, and with that I suck it hard into my mouth, sending you into your first orgasm - whole body convulses against your restraints, my mouth holds steady on your clit as electric shocks flood your body..."yes, Yes, no, Yes, No" you scream and thrash as I hold you close.

Only moments after you wave subsides, my mouth is replaced my something harder, I have climbed on top of you and you pull your hands free so that you can guide my hip movements. I place the tip of my throbbing cock against you as your hand reaches in, slides along the shaft from balls to tip, feeling the protruding veins that spider out across my engorged shaft. I am so hard I am afraid it will break off in your hand.

With your palm to guide me, I push my swollen head past the initial resistance of your opening. Even though you are drenched in juices, your warm tightness almost makes me cum on the first thrust. I pull back and then thrust forward again, as your magnificent chest moves in rhythm with my thrusts. I pray that the dining room table, now creaking with our lovemaking, will hold us. I can't hold back, the sight of you still flush from orgasm, your hard nipples, gorgeous tits, the extreme look of passion and the wetness of you pussy brings me to the boiling point - I scream "I'm cumming" as I thrust five, four, three, two one more time deep into you, I completely fill you to my hilt, my GOD! I moan as my balls contract, pumping load after load of my seed deep into you...My body goes rigid as the wave of intense feelings overcome me... I collapse on to you and we hug in the after glow of orgasm, me still deep in you, growing softer...

We a devilish look in your eye, you reach down between us, bring your finger back to your lips and ask .. "Yum...so what's for dessert?"

I'll leave that to you ......



The Dinner



"Melissa," I said calmly as the waiter leaned over me to refill my water glass. "Could I have your panties, please?" 

Melissa was sitting across from me looking intently at her menu, the light from the streetlamp outside casting a slight yellowish tint to one side of her face. She didn't react at first, and I thought that maybe she hadn't heard me. The waiter, on the other hand, clearly had: he made a noise that sounded sort of like a strangled hiccup, the water he'd been pouring splashing over onto the expensive white tablecloth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the people at the next table -- a respectable, well-dressed elderly couple -- turn startled faces towards us. 

Melissa glanced up at that moment. So she had heard me after all. She just looked at me for a long moment, incredulous, not sure she had heard me right. Finally, as if with great effort, she whispered, "What did you say?"

"Hand me your panties," I repeated.

Melissa sat silent, still, like a rock. Her face had gone very white, the ruby red of her slightly-parted lips a stark contrast to her pallor. Her menu slowly slipped out of her grasp and slid down to her lap. The waiter stood by the table gaping, frozen in mid-movement. The noise of conversation around us seemed to fade away, the patter of raindrops on the window beside me loud in the sudden silence. 

"Melissa," I finally said, in a voice that was quiet but demanded obedience. "I don't want to have to repeat myself again. Give me your panties."

She dropped her gaze, her eyes looking down at the table, her face slowly flushing red. Everyone was looking at her now, like vultures almost, watching, waiting for her to do something. For a long moment, nobody moved. I was almost sure, then, that I had lost her, that she wouldn't obey after all. All of a sudden, Melissa took a deep breath. Then, biting down on her lower lip, still looking down at the table in front of her, she raised her ass slightly off her chair and began hiking her dress up.

I heard the people at nearby tables release their breath in a collective sigh. The waiter had stepped back, his eyes bugging out as Melissa pulled her long black evening dress higher and higher, baring those lovely legs, until it was almost all the way up to her crotch. She reached underneath and pulled down her little black panties, slid them down to her ankles and daintily, casually, over her sexy high-heeled sandals. She stood up, then, her face expressionless, wadded the flimsy transparent material into a little ball, threw it in my face, and walked out of the restaurant. I have to hand it to the girl: she walked out with her head high.

I scrambled to my feet and went after her as soon as I'd recovered my wits, leaving behind me a loud buzz of sudden shocked conversation. The waiter was still standing transfixed, his mouth hanging open. I almost knocked him down in my haste. By the time I got out of the front door, she was gone. It was raining hard now, cold fat heavy drops streaming through the weak cones of yellow light from the street lamps, splattering into the puddles on the sidewalk, stinging where they hit bare skin. The narrow street was deserted. Faint in the distance, barely audible over the noise of the rain on the rooftops, I could hear the clicking of high heels on concrete. I broke into a run after that sound, ignoring the cold rain, ignoring the maitre d's shouts behind me. 

I caught up with her soon enough, grabbed her arm, spun her around to face me. She was drenched, her wet hair plastered around her face; I don't think I looked much better myself. A little droplet of rain dangling off the tip of her nose made her look strangely vulnerable. Yet in her eyes I saw only anger, a white-hot fury at the humiliation I had thrust upon her.

She drew back her arm to slap me. I saw it coming, but made no attempt to dodge: this much I owed her for what she had done for me. It staggered me when it landed, pain flashing where her ring mashed against my lip. I felt a salty warmth at the edge of my tongue. 

"You bastard," she hissed at me. "You fucking bastard!" 

I grabbed her then, kissed her hard, her tongue thrusting hungrily into my mouth in response. I pulled her into a dark alley off to the side, pushed her roughly up against a wall, jerked her sodden dress up to her waist and shoved a finger into her pussy. I heard her moan. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Her pussy was hot, wet, ready. With trembling fingers I fumbled at the zipper on my pants, pulled out my aching hard cock and thrust savagely into her. 

The rain drummed on, unrelenting.

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Acknowledgements:Editorial assistance from Fauve and Weird Harold is gratefully acknowledged. Any flaws that remain are my responsibility alone. 



The Dinner



Beth and her friend Theresa walked home from school, down the tree lined street on a friday evening. Kicking leaves and gossiping about boys. It was nearing the end of the school year and it was warm and slightly humid, the street spackled with sunlight falling through the leaves. 

Beth was young. 20. her hair was a dark caramel color, glossy and often reflected many different warm colors in the sun. Her skin was rosy and fresh with her youth and her body was ripe and full. Her breasts had grown suddenly a year before and now were abundant and round, drawing men's eyes in a way that caused them to practically walk into walls. Her lips were naturally red and pouty, most men got hard in their pants just at the things they imagined when they saw those lips. Her eyes were large and deep, a sparkling amber brown color shot with green. She looked fresh and innocent, yet caused nothing but lascivious thoughts in the men around her. She smiled and laughed a lot, and was whip smart. She'd stayed in her home town after college, attending community college. She barely noticed the boys at school and seemed too preoccupied with studying to return their attentions. She never dated.

Beth was wearing a long flowery skirt that fell straight to her ankles, a light material that moved smoothly around her legs. Her shirt was a button up white shirt that was from the year before and pulled a little bit across her breasts. 

Theresa asked Beth if she wanted to come over for dinner and Beth paused for a minute. "I'd love to actually, but my stepdad is kind of weird about me making it home for dinner every night. He considers it important that we eat together like a family ever since mom left" Beth doesn't look Theresa in the face and looks a little awkward. "I'd invite you over, but he considers it our 'alone' time." They were at her yard now, her step father was in the yard watching them as they arrived. He heard Beth say "but maybe I can come over after dinner! I'll give you a call later" Theresa said how much fun that would be, they'd rent movies and then skipped towards her own house a few blocks away, waving at Beth's father as she left. 

Beth walked past her dad (he insisted she call him that in his presence, although her mother had only married him a year before she'd walked out on them 2 years before) and into the house. He followed her in. "I'm sorry Beth, but I need you here tonight. I have company, and I told them about dinners at our house. there will be a feast" 

:::Flash back two years:::

.. Her mother has been married to her new step father, John, for a year. Her mother has been acting more and more strange... distant. One day she just disappears. They wait, thinking she'll return after a few days but they just receive a letter a month later saying she couldn't hack it anymore and wouldn't be returning. 

John is angry.. depressed. Beth worries for him and takes care of him. Cooking their dinners.. being extra good and sweet and helpful, studying extra hard and trying to please him with her good grades. Occasionally he plummets into such anguish she sits next to him and holds his head to her and soothes him. After time, he begins pulling her into his lap and holding her...crying into her neck. He becomes more and more strange. Almost as though something in him has shifted, by her mothers betrayal. They're also having financial difficulty, as her mother was the true breadwinner of the house. John starts insisting that she call him Dad or Daddy. She wants to make him feel better and complies. Their relationship has become a little strange, but she figures he just needs to work through this stage. She catches him staring at her sometimes, with a look somewhere between anger and hunger. She gets a strange thrill from it, as she is just blossoming into her womanhood, her figure rounding, and recognizing her fledgling sexual power. It feels gratifying to be looked at by a man and not a pimply little adolescent. The months pass and he becomes more and more erratic...but their lives also fall into a sort of rhythm.

One day he is in one of his moods and is clutching her to him, shuddering a little. She assumes he is depressed, and sits there passively..rubbing his hair. Suddenly his grip seems a little more insistent and he is pushing her head towards his lap. She pulls back in shock, but he grabs her head again and pushes it towards his lap. "Please. Please, it will make me feel so much better" She looks up into his ravaged face, his eyes burning at her. She swallows and makes a quick decision. She lowers her head and with a shaking hand reaches for his zipper. Breathe hisses through his teeth. 

She slowly unzips his pants, her throat convulsing with fear. She's never seen a penis before. She pulls open his pants and gasps at the sight of his erection. It looks so huge. It's swollen with veins standing out in relief. The tip is glistening. She's both fascinated and terrified. His dick jumps under her scrutiny and she pulls back. He reaches and pulls her back gently...his hand against the back of her head, guiding her. She looks up at him in trepidation. She isn't sure what to do. 

"Kiss it" he says. She leans down and kisses the side, his dick leaps in reaction. "lick it" She flicks her tongue out nervously and laps at the side of the shaft. He groans softly ."more" She grows a little braver and starts licking up and down the shaft... she finds herself liking the power she has over him. 

He suddenly holds her jaw and is forcing her mouth open. She struggles a little bit but then settles.. he moves the tip of his penis into her opening mouth. She is amazed at the salty flavor of his skin, the silky skin that stretches tight over his engorged rod. He slides himself further into her wet mouth and makes guttural noises. "Open your mouth more" he says . She complies and he is filling her mouth with his enormous cock. She gags and saliva rushes into her mouth. "open the back of your throat" he whispers. He holds either side of her head and moves her up and down on him. "suck and lick" he says. She milks him slowly and he throws his head back, his mouth tightened into a grimace. She stares up at him while she sucks him off and he lifts his head to stare down at her pouting red lips wrapped around the length of him. His body begins to tense and the hand on her head grips into her hair with a desperate insistence. She tries to pull back because suddenly he is moving deeper and with greater force into her mouth, but his grip won't allow her head to move. Suddenly his head falls back on the couch and he groans loudly "oh god your mouth feels so good" and her throat is being filled with something warm and salty and thick. She tries to pull away again but he holds her there , whispering "drink it. all of it" and she gulps at the liquid that is spurting out of him, down her throat. 

His penis softens and he lets go of her head. .. She sits up and straightens her clothes. He zips himself up and clears his throat. He asks about dinner, as though nothing had happened .. and won't look her in the eye. She gets up and quietly goes about the rest of her night. They never speak of it. For the rest of the week he seems calmer... at peace.

A few nights later she comes home and makes dinner. They sit down to eat, both silent. Suddenly he looks up from his pork chop and says...a little awkward but with a strange intensity "We're having problems with money. It's expensive feeding two on my salary." She just looks at him, not sure where this is going. should she get a job? She waits for him to speak. He stumbles a little over his words and then says with a strange light in his eyes. "I recently read that sperm is high in protein and calories. I've decided that you will eat your usual lunch at school and vegetables with me, but from now on at dinner you will get your protein from me" She stares at him. He stares back. He looks firm and sure of himself. She remembers how calm he's been the last week and feels good that she was the cause of that. "ok" she says softly.

This relationship continues for the next two years. Every night at dinner, after salad...she kneels in front of him and he feeds her. He makes jokes "Come get your dinner, honey" and unzips. He is definitely no longer depressed. He becomes a little proprietary but she settles into the role. She doesn't date at school, because she has to be home for dinner every night and she just doesn't feel like bothering with boys. 

:::Flash Forward to the Present:::

She brushes past John, gaping at him. "What!?" she says. "you heard me, I decided tonight you'd get a feast. You're getting thin" He has a perverse gleam in his eye. She walks into the living room and sees three men there. She knows all of them, one is Theresa's father, one is a friend of her father who lives a few doors down and the last is a man from Johns work. They stare at her as she comes in and she stares again at John, nervous, and comes to a standstill, not sure what to do. 

"Hello, Beth" Theresa's father says. "hello Mr.. Chambers" she whispers. "Hello , Jim. Hello, Sid" she says to the other two. 

"why don't you go get dinner started, Beth" John says "yes, dad" . she goes into the kitchen and tosses a salad. she cooks four steaks and some potatoes. The men are in the other room drinking beer and watching a game on TV. 

She brings the dinner into the dining room and all the men come in and sit at the table. Everyone is acting as though everything is normal. The men dig into their steaks and she picks at her salad. Mr. Chambers occasionally looks up and stares at her mouth. When he catches her noticing, he grins shamefaced and returns to his steak. 

When the men are done, they sit back in their chairs and have an after dinner cigarette. John says "who wants to be the first to give Beth her dinner? How about you Chambers" Beth stares fearfully at Mr. Chambers and he nods his assent. He pushes himself back from the table and she looks at her step father. He nods at her, so she walks towards Mr. Chambers and sinks to her knees in front of him. She can't believe she's going to see the penis of her best friend's father. That whenever she sees Theresa she won't be able to tell her that she swallowed her father's come. She feels a rush of fear and excitement. Knowing this is wrong.

Mr. Chambers is staring down at her sweet face. All of the men know they are getting older. In their 40's, their bodies are starting to go. They've got slight beer bellies and are going Grey. They all look at Beth's innocence and young perfect body and the idea of her red lips wrapped around them makes them practically come in their pants. He excitedly unzips himself while staring at her mouth. She licks her lips nervously and Mr. Chambers groans. He's been watching her whenever she comes over to visit his daughter, secretly coveting her youth and beauty, and now here she is about to suck on his cock. 

When he's uncovered, she lowers her head and begins to obediently lick him. He's so hard he's pulsing underneath her tongue. He hesitantly puts his hands on her head and stares down at her perfect pink tongue as it laps at him. She looks up into his face and licks the tip of him, where droplets of precome are glistening. He can't look away. She can feel everyone else staring, and hear the quick breathing in the room. His hands get more confident and twine into her hair. She opens her mouth and takes the tip of his penis into her mouth and slides it in and out..just the tip, swirling her tongue around and around. He moans and bucks his hips a little. She opens her mouth further and takes all of him into her. She milks him sweetly and he thrusts harder, the tip of his cock bumping into the back of her throat. He humps her tender wet mouth with long strokes. "oh yea, honey. your mouth is so sweet" He caresses her head and pumps in and out... faster and faster until suddenly his cock is twitching and her mouth is full of his come. She milks every drop and swallows hungrily. He lets go of her head and slumps a little in his chair. Beth leans back on her haunches and licks her lips. 

She stands up and walks towards Sid. He grins at her and says "come n get it baby" Before she can kneel , he reaches forward and undoes the buttons of her shirt and unclasps the front of her bra. Her breasts are revealed and across the table, Jim groans "I'm going to come right now" Her breasts are large.. especially for her frame, but firm and uptilted. They're round with dusky rose colored nipples. She stands in front of him, a little nervous. John had never made her expose any of her body before. Sid reaches out and rubs his palms lightly over her nipples.. they harden and she gasps, almost losing control of her legs. He stands up and undoes his pants, letting them fall around his ankles. 

She falls to her knees in front of him and stares at his cock. It's huge and slightly curved to the left. The cap is slightly larger than the shaft and red with the blood pumping through it. The sight of the young fresh girl kneeling in front of him is more than he can bear. He grabs her by the back of the neck and shoves himself into her mouth. She's unprepared for the swiftness and gags on the size of him. Her eyes tear up and she pulls her head away. He whispers "I want to fuck your throat" and begins thrusting into her sweet young mouth. His excitement is so great, he doesn't try to maintain any control and within 30 seconds he's spurting down her throat. She leans back when he's done and can't believe the amount of come he had in him. 

She moves over to Jim, who already has his cock in his hand..rubbing slowly up and down while he watched. He pulls her down to her knees and rubs himself against her cheeks and mouth. She sucks him off with great precision and soon finishes him off. The last man left is John. 

"come here, baby" "yes daddy" . She kneels before him, and he says "are you feeling full? how's your dinner?" She nods at him and wipes her mouth. "work your magic" he says.

She lowers her mouth over his familiar cock and he slides himself into her. She hears Mr. Chambers mutter "shit, I'm hard again" as she laves Johns cock with her tongue. "hey, John...have you ever fucked her?" "no, I didn't want to cross the line" Beth realizes she's very aroused from all the cock sucking and sexual power she's feeling. she rubs her thighs together a little bit and takes John further into her mouth and he bumps against the back of her throat. He groans and his head falls back. "Man, do you mind if I fuck her?" John is so caught up in the sensation of her wet mouth he mutters "I don't' care. do what you want" and moves his hips rhythmically so that he's fucking her mouth gently. 

She feels Mr. Chambers behind her, lifting her skirt up around her waist. She jerks forward, but john has such a firm hold of her there's no where for her to go. Her throat constricts with fear, and he moans. She's never had sex, and is scared. Her skirt is around her waist and the other men groan "oh Jesus Christ" . She has on white cotton panties that are a little too small. He slips them off her ass, and massages her cheeks with his hands. Her ass is round, plump and rosy. He is so hard he thinks he'll burst.

He spreads her knees a little so that her legs are apart. She's already damp and her pussy lips are swollen with excitement. He rubs himself against the outside of her, her juices slick against him. She tries to focus on johns cock while also tensing nervously against what will happen next. She doesn't' know what to expect. The cap of Mr. Chambers penis is rubbing against the outside of her hole....filling her just a little teeny bit. She makes a slight whimpering noise. John wont' give her any slack and is pulling her mouth further and further onto him.

Mr. Chambers slides himself further into her...stretching her. She feels a slight burning and tries to scream, but can't with her mouth full. Suddenly he thrusts forward with a sudden lunge. She is filled all the way and she goes still. She's trembling and inexperienced, but it doesn't matter. He grabs her hips and starts thrusting in and out of her. It both hurts and begins to feel good. He grunts and thrusts, his groin slapping against her ass until he throws his head back and shouts, she feels liquid dribbling down her thighs. 

John, still not done, was so aroused watching her being fucked from behind he slips himself from her mouth and turns her around, still on her knees. He gets down behind her and plunges violently into her.. crossing the line he'd avoided crossing for 2 years. He grabs her ass cheeks , squeezing and massaging almost painfully, rocking his pelvis against her. His cock , which she knows so well in her mouth, fills her pussy ...thick and wide. She screams, because she's still not used to this kind of invasion. He plunges in and out, his lips pulled into a grimace...moaning helplessly as her tight virginal pussy clenches around his shaft. He leans back and shoves so hard into her she is pushed off the ground with each thrust. He yanks her hair with one hand so that her head falls back against his shoulder and plunges up into her. it seems like it will never end. he just keeps going... He parts her legs wider so he can reach in even further, it feels like he's fucking up into her so deep she'll feel it in her throat again, like he'll split her wide open. His hand in her hair, his hips thrusting, he whispers in her ear "I can't believe I didn't do this earlier. God, you feel so good. do you like this, baby?" She shakes her head vehemently, but proves it a lie as she whimpers when he stills his hips and moves her own in an inexperienced little impatient wiggle. He resumes his movements and then she feels his entire body go still and all his muscles tense, and then he groans gutturally as he spurts his familiar hot come up into her tight little body. They're both panting and sweating. She knows the relationship will never be the same... she's dazed and a little nervous. 

In a haze she gets passed around for another hour or so... then the men are thanking her father, and caressing her ass longingly as they get ready to head home to their wives and children. 

"I hope we can do this again" says one of them. 

"yea great dinner. I hope you got your fill, Beth" 

She straightens her clothes and sweetly smiles her girlish smile. 

"Good night"



The Dinner



The restaurant is dimly lit, just enough light to be romantic and cozy. The waitress I flirted with last week gives me a broad smile as we sit at my regular table. Usually I dine alone, but not tonight. You look fantastic in that shimmering black dress. It shows just enough skin to be enticing, and hugs tight enough to shows all your sexy curves. 

The food is good, and the wine is better. But we hardly notice; we're too busy talking and laughing about our afternoon together. I'm having so much fun; I can't remember the last time I laughed like this. I don't know if you can tell, but I am hard all through our conversation, just from being with you and thinking about what might happen later.

It is right in the middle of dessert that I feel something brush my leg. Without looking, I knew that your bare foot was sliding its way up my leg. You sit calmly dipping a strawberry into the chocolate, then the freshly whipped cream, and then you look squarely into my eyes as you giggle and lick its rounded tip clean. When you smile that sexy smile of yours, my heart pounds.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, somewhat embarrassed. "Just enjoying my dessert - aren't you enjoying yours?" you ask innocently, continuing to nibble on your strawberry.

Your smile suggests everything but innocence. There is silence for a moment, and then you get this gleam in your eye. You push the sole of your foot against my leg, heading toward my crotch as I squirm in my seat. I'm sure that someone is going to notice your fancy footwork. "You're teasing me," I moan, feeling my arousal grow by the second. You laugh, then insert a gooey finger into your mouth. Slowly, you suck all the chocolate off, a look of pure enjoyment on your face. "Mmmm, I love chocolate!" you whisper, while you wiggle your toes at me.

"I can play games too," I say, picking up my fork. You watch with wonder as I dip it beneath the table, and hold it there. I grab your ankle, and your foot squirms slightly in my hand, but you realize it isn't going anywhere. "And, just what are you going to do with that?" you ask, mildly concerned. I look into your eyes, grinning as I whisper, "Your feet aren't ticklish, are they?" The look on your face says they are, as I wait for the waitress to near our table as she heads for the kitchen. Smiling, I stroke the tines of the fork up the length of your sole. The squeal you suppress still catches the attention of the waitress. 

"Everything all right over here?" she asks, approaching your side of the table. "Yes, yes just fine," you reply, your foot still twitching. "Are you finished with your dessert?" she questions, not showing any signs that she's aware of what we're up to. "No, not yet, we're still enjoying it," I answer. You nod, then jerk visibly as the fork tickles your foot again. By that time the waitress had left again, and did not hear you giggle under your breath.

"Now who's teasing? If you're through, maybe we can pay the bill and go somewhere more interesting," you say, returning to finish your last berry. Your foot strokes me again, as you try to get my mind off of tickling you.

"Sounds like a good idea," I say, dipping a strawberry deep into the chocolate sauce, "but I'm not quite ready to go just yet." Drawing the delicious fruit toward me, I stop short of my mouth and watch as the dark chocolate drips down onto your foot in my lap. You can't believe what I'm going to do, right there in the restaurant.

You stare wide-eyed at me as I slowly raise your foot up, while I dip my head toward your toes. I can see where the chocolate has hit your big toe, then run down as far as your arch. I hear you take a deep breath as my tongue reaches out to your foot, then slides slowly upward, skimming the sticky sweetness from your beautiful sole. When I get to your toe, I put it in my mouth, and swirl my tongue lovingly around it.

Your eyes are closed, and you enjoy the feeling, but you giggle because it tickles. When my tongue slides between your toes, you gasp, clasping a hand to your mouth to trap the laughter that was about to escape. Suddenly, we see an older couple being shown to a table nearby. Before they can discover what we're doing, I release your foot, which you quickly return to its shoe on the floor.

"Well, that was ... fun," you say, finishing the last of your meal. "Yes, it was," I add, "but it's too bad we had to cut it short. I was just getting started. Grinning, you respond, "Me too."



The Dinner



It seems as though I have been trying to get in your pants forever. And all you do every time I get close is rebuff me.

It was a Tuesday night and we were in the movies – my arm across your shoulder – feeling the soft bulge of the side of your magnificent breast. Glancing sidewise, I could see down your cleavage – it was a deep and forbidden valley – deep enough to get lost in.

Easing my hand further, I cupped your breast, pinching your nipple – then squeezed your breast again. And you slapped me! Yeah – you slapped me – telling me to keep my hands to myself. If I was a lesser gentleman, I would have slapped you back – instead, being chastised like this – well, I was just dumbstruck – I couldn't speak.

I removed my arm from behind your shoulder and rose. No sense sitting here taking this abuse. I left the theater – heading to my car. If she wanted to act like that – fuck her – let her walk home – crazy bitch. I had been dating her – off and on – for about 3 months now and I was no closer from fucking her than the day I first met her.

Funny, when we first met, she was all sugar and honey – clung all over me, kissing and nibbling my ear – which turned me on in a hurry – I mean, major boner. As our dating went along, there were indications that she was backing off – not quite as friendly as when we met. Just little signs. She snapped at me if I wasn't around to her side of the car as soon as it stopped rolling to open her door. She snapped at me if I didn't run ahead and open the restaurant door. And on and on – the list built up until tonight when she let go with that roundhouse right.

Well, this would be the last time she hit me. As I was driving home, my mind was racing – forming ideas only to be cast aside. Then I hit on it. I would invite the charming bitch to dinner – at my place. Now, I lived way out in the country. Privacy is what I wanted when I bought the place and privacy is what I got. My nearest neighbor was a good mile away. All I would have to do is bide my time. She would call. When no one else would take her out, there was always poor little Jim. Now, to formulate my plans before I had to talk to her again. Michele was in for a surprise.

I got home, showered and lay on the bed – thinking about what I would do and how. As I drifted off to sleep, the last piece of the puzzle fell into place. That's it. Now – to get cracking first thing tomorrow before I had to answer the telephone – I was afraid that I could only dodge her for so long and she wouldn't call again. I needed to have everything ready before she called the second time.

I awoke early. Showered and shaved and, after dressing, left the house – carrying the newspaper ad I remembered last night – my last piece of the puzzle. I was lying there when this ad for used dental equipment ran through my mind. It only took moments this morning to locate the paper and the ad. I was right – 9:00 a.m. sharp – the local auction barn was to open and display all the equipment. Now – if they only had what I was looking for.

When I got to the auction barn, there were quite a few vehicles lined up – everything from sports cars to pickup trucks. I was early, as was everyone else there – the auction didn't start until 9 and it was only 8:15 – time enough to scout out the equipment. 

It was now 9 a.m. and the auction began. Soon, I had squandered quite a bit of my savings, but it would be worth it. Revenge is so sweet. 

Making arrangements, I had everything delivered to my house and, after a little haggling, managed to arrange to have everything carted upstairs to the spare room – an unused room on the second floor – completely devoid of any furniture. I began working on my little project – eager to get everything in place before I had to speak to that bitch, Michele.

The telephone rang several times – each time, the person on the other end hanging up before the answering machine picked up. I ignored it and kept on with my work until, finally, I had everything in its place – ready for the Queen Bitch, Michele.

Seeing how late it was, I showered and changed – intending to go out to eat. Reaching for the doorknob and opening the door, Michele almost fell into the hallway. It seems as if she was reaching for it at the same time. We stood there – looking at each other. Damn, she was fine. Huge tits – nice firm ass – long blonde hair – blue eyes, sparkling with a bit of hatred tonight.

I said, "I'd invite you in, but you're not welcome. I was just leaving – what brought you here?"

"Look asshole, you left me at the movie last night. I had to bum a ride home. And, you've been ignoring me all day – I've been calling and calling and you haven't answered." "I just came out here to give you a piece of my mind."

"Can you spare it?" I asked.

And she drew back – readying another roundhouse blow. This time I was ready – I stopped it with my hand and yanked her close to me. "Look," I said. "I was just going out to eat – join me." It wasn't a question – it was an order, although she didn't recognize that it was.

"Why should I?" she asked. "Well, so you don't have to cook or find some other sucker to sponge off of." I answered. Here comes that right hand again.

As before, I stopped it. We glared at each other.

"Truce?" I asked, extending my hand.

"Truce," she replied, extend hers.

"Now – as I said – I'm on my way out to eat – join me!" "And that's not a request – it's an order. Besides, we need to talk and, it looks like the only I'm going to be out of reach of that right hook is in a nice restaurant across the table from you."

And you agreed. That's my girl – I've never known you to pass up a free meal. Off we went.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful – we talked a bit about what happened last night. Michele apologized for the slap although nothing could take back the damage she did. I wasn't into ego trips, but no one likes to be put down like that with other people around. I just hoped that no one we knew had witnessed it.

I accepted her apology and offered her dinner for Friday night. I mean – I could be as phony and callous as she. Anyway, she accepted. That gave me tomorrow and Friday to stock up on a few items and finish my preparations.

Dropping the Queen Bitch off at her home, I didn't even try for a kiss – I didn't need another batch of shit from her. I just let her out telling her that I'd pick her up Friday night at 6 p.m. and drove off – heading home to do some more thinking.

Friday evening rolled around finding me at her door promptly at 6 p.m. with a dozen blood red roses in my hands. When she saw them, she immediately teared up – like it was a big deal or something. To me it was camouflage. Butter for what was going to happen to the bitch later. She put them in a vase and, coming up to me, leaned in and planted a kiss on my mouth. As we kissed, I could feel my reserve melting – not good – this thing I had planned would have to be done. I backed away stiffly and told her, "Just a thanks would have done. Are you ready to go – the food is getting cold."

Well, that made her pout a bit. That's what happens when you are spoiled – you want your own way all the time.

Back at my place, I directed traffic – telling Michele to pull out the dishes in the warming oven while I grilled the steaks. I had gotten little 3" thick Filets – about 3" around - wrapped in bacon slices – just perfect for more butter for the Queen Bitch.

The meal was good – small baked potatoes and some garden vegetables and a small diner salad accompanied the filets. Good hearty burgundy wine went well with the meal. A small serving of Orange Sherbet and Metaxa Brandy finished the meal.

By the time the meal was over, the Queen Bitch had mellowed out – I suppose she was having misgivings about slapping me but – she had apologized once – no sense in her bringing it up again.

And I was having second thoughts about what I had planned as well. I gave my head a shake – shake it off – go through with it or you will regret it, I told myself.

We left the table, carrying our coffee into the family room. Michele excused herself to go to the restroom. That's when I put the potion in her coffee – stirring it up so that she wouldn't notice it. I got it from a voodoo woman in New Orleans – skilled in the herbs and potions of the Caribbean Islands – skilled in Obeah – a kind of Voodoo Black Magic. The potion was guaranteed to relax the body and the mind – reducing inhibitions.

When she returned I asked her to dance. Something soft was playing, but it didn't matter – any physical activity would speed up the working of the potion.

Well into the second song, Michele seemed to be disorientated. Blaming the wine and the brandy, all she wanted to do was sit down. I held her up, telling her that she didn't drink all that much – was she feeling sick or something? "No," she said, "I just need to lie down." That was just what I was waiting for.

Leading her up the stairs, I bypassed my bedroom and took her straight to the spare room that I had just renovated. It held a dental chair in the middle of the room – complete with straps and cuffs that no respectable dentist would use. Then, there was the stainless steel table on the side of the room – near the shower. This table was unique in the fact that one end of it was hinged. It could be spread (as in spreading your legs) and it could be lowered or raised.

Michele was out of it – a limp dishrag in my arms. I had to pick her up and set her on the table. Her dead weight made this almost impossible – something I hadn't counted on. When I finished undressing her, I lifted her and carried her to the dentist chair and seated her. Using the straps and fur lined cuffs I had installed; I soon had her total immobilized. She could move her head and, or course, her mouth – but that is about all. I left to hang up her clothes in my closet – she wouldn't need them until morning.

Returning to the room where Michele was, I saw that she was still out. Good, that gave me time to prepare some items – some erotic toys I had picked up. I had placed a little end table next to the dentist chair and the small box of toys on it. I had a dildo; a vibrator, a pair of vibrating eggs (remote controlled); a black silk blindfold; a nerf ball gag (to silence the bitch when I got tired of listening to her); a pair of alligator nipple clamps with a small gold chain between them and another chain with a clit clamp attached; a pair of large syringes (for sucking out and elongating her nipples – so that the nipple clamps would be more effective); and a fur glove – for later.

Since Michele was still out, I loosened the straps on one leg. I needed to install the vibrating eggs – one in her pussy and the other in her anus. Lubricating them, so they would go in easier, I slid them in place – making sure the antenna was exposed. Then I re-strapped her leg.

I went over to the table and perched on the edge – watching her. God, she had a fabulous body! Nice sized tits – 36s or 38s. Nice small waist. Big firm butt. Shaved pussy – or waxed, I couldn't tell. I was going to enjoy this.

It had been about 30 minutes when she finally started coming around. First, one eyelid fluttered – then the other – the sudden light after having her eyes closed tight caused her to squint. Then, there was the awareness that she couldn't move – the lunge against the straps, to no avail. Taking a deep breath – she lunged again – the straps held fast. It was just about here that the foul language began. Whew! That bitch could swear like a sailor!

I gave her time to let off steam. When she finally realized that: (1.) She couldn't move a muscle except her head and (2.) I wasn't about to un-strap her – she sit back and just glared at me. About this time I activated the two eggs. I barely had the speed turned up and she felt it immediately. "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" she asked. 'WHAT ARE THOSE? DID YOU PUT VIBRATORS IN ME?" And on and on – the questions were non-stop. Finally, tiring of her tirade, I took the nerf ball gag and was going to put it in her mouth – she clamped her lips shut. That's when I slapped her – twice – not too hard, but hard enough to make her gasp. When she did, I crammed the nerf ball gag in and tied the straps.

I moved back to the table – sitting down and watched her. Her body was already betraying her – her eyes were glazing over – her mouth a little slack. Down below – her juices were soaking the chair – way beyond the lubricant I had used. Her nipples were getting hard – huge nipples sitting atop her large dark brown aureoles. I picked up the nipple clamps.

She never even saw them coming. When I placed the first one on and tightened it down, her eyes flew open and she began yelling obscenities at me. I couldn't hear the actual words, but even Sherlock Holmes would have recognized the tone of her voice. Then I put the second one on and clamped it down. Her body bucked and jerked – straining at the straps. I told her "Hang on Queen Bitch – it gets better!" Then I clamped the clit clamp on her huge clit – already protruding from its sheath – begging for attention. Her moth opened wide and she started to hyperventilate – forcing me to slap her and tell her to breathe. I was afraid I might have over done it.

I returned to my ringside seat and watched her. Pretty soon, the pain was gone from the clamps and the pleasure started. I had always been told that this is what happened – now I knew. It did. Her eyes kept rolling back in her head – her body quivering – shaking – orgasms coming rapid fire as the eggs took over and massaged her insides. I cranked up the speed a little, causing further moaning and groaning from her.

I've got to admit – my cock was hard! I mean rock hard! But now was not the time. Plenty of time later – Queen Bitch Michele had a lesson to learn first. I cranked up the speed on the little eggs – maximum – and watched. Before long Michele's entire body was like jelly as she collapsed in the chair – exhausted from the numerous orgasms – from the straining at the straps.

I released the clit clamp first – then the nipple clamps in rapid succession. Michele began screaming and yelling when the blood rushed into those deprived areas – causing further pain – then subsiding to pleasure. You can always tell – the pleasure starts at the same time as the moaning increases. I picked up this huge vibrator with the ball shaped end. Turning it on, I placed it against her clit, forcing it in hard against her and held it there. Soon her body was moving again – trying to get that vibrator in her cunt. Again and again, she lurched forward – orgasms a plenty. Then she totally passed out. Eyes shut – mouth drooling – head lolling to the side – she was out of it.

I un-strapped her and picked her up. Carrying her over to the table, I placed her in the center of it and began strapping her down – arms to her side – legs to each of the spreadable sections – removing the two eggs and the nerf ball gag. First, I placed the blindfold over her eyes then, after covering her with a blanket to ward off the chill, I left the room.

I returned to the family room, poured myself a drink and sat down. Sipping on my drink – thinking about what has gone on – and what to do next. I became drowsy and dozed off. I was awakened by what sounded like a banshee – yelling and screaming like you've never heard. I should have left the nerf ball gag in place.

I moved as quietly as I could – up the stairs – into the room. Michele was yelling and screaming all the time – calling me everything in the book. I picked up the nerf ball gag and crammed it into her mouth. Then I yanked the blanket off her.

The sudden chill sent goose bumps all over her – especially her nipples. As the cold air hit them – they rose larger than before. Picking up the syringes, I put one on a nipple – drawing the air out of the syringe – pulling the nipple up into the syringe – making it long and hard. Then I put the syringe on the other one – pulling the air out – elongating it too.

Michele's nipples were very sensitive – as I was putting the syringes on her, she began to moan – and move from side to side. Her juices were running out of her sex – coating the table beneath her butt – the aroma piercing the air – that aroma of a woman aroused. Good! This might work after all.

I put on the fur glove and moved next to her. Hovering just above her flesh, I began slowly and deliberately stroking her leg – the inner thigh – then the other leg – stroking toward her juicing pussy – skipping it and on to her mons - then the soft skin of her belly then back again. Caressing her legs – outer thighs – inner thighs – watching as she continued to thrash around and moan.

Removing the ball gag, I told her, "I'll leave the gag out if you will behave. Will you?" To which, she nodded her head.

I moved to the syringes. One at a time, I released her nipple then, pausing for a couple of seconds put full suction on it again. Then I moved to the other and repeated the process until I had Michele moaning and thrusting her chest upward – wanting more stimulation. Removing the syringes, I placed my mouth on a nipple then – tonguing it – nipping it – then biting hard. Then to the other – the same treatment as Michele became more and more aroused.

It was my turn. All this time of working Michele over had me stimulated beyond belief. I never knew that bondage and discipline could be so rewarding – looks like I just found a new lifestyle.

I removed my clothes – draping them over the chair and moved into position between Michele's legs. The height was almost perfect. I placed the huge mushroom cap of my cock at her entrance. Easing slowly into her – she let out a loud groan and lunged upward. As my cock entered her, I felt the resistance of her hymen. Michele was a virgin! Maybe that's why she was the way she was – no one had broken her in yet.

I pulled back – then plowed forward – HARD – as deep as I could go until I bottomed out at the mouth of her cervix – and I stopped there. When I broke her hymen, Michele screamed. Easy pet, it only hurts for a while – then there is pleasure.

I began slowly stroking back and forth – in and out – going as deeply as I could inside her velvet sheath – that warm pleasure cavern of hers. And she responded – moving her hips against mine – rapidly now – wanting to cum. I met her charge – stroke for stroke – feeling my ball sack tighten – feeling the cum rising up through my cock – spurting out of me – one short step behind her orgasm.

I leaned forward and kissed her – tongues dueling for control – we kissed. As lovers this time – no longer just friends. We rested like this with my upper body covering hers – her hard nipples still erect – just longing to be suckled – and I did. While playing with the other, I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth, nipping it, biting it – making it all red and inflamed.

In time my cock began to soften and slid from her sheath. I went to the kitchen – returning with a kettle of warm water and a washcloth. Cleaning her juices and mine only served to inflame her passions again. In no time, she was moving her hips and moaning again – wanting more. God, I've just created a monster! It seems as if she is insatiable.

I put the kettle aside and pulled up the doctor's stool I had purchased. The small stool that placed my head just about level with the table. Sitting down and rolling forward, I soon had my mouth fastened on her sex. Licking her red blood-engorged labia – sliding my tongue into her depths – flicking her hard clit up and down – licking more – down to the little star shaped rosebud of her anus – back to her sex – curling my tongue – fucking it inside her – pulling her juices out – savoring the salty-sweet taste of her.

I eased a finger inside her – searching out that special spot – that g spot that drives a woman wild. Finding that little soft - yet hard - pad, I began to slowly massage it – increasing her pleasure – causing her body to lurch up again and again – she began to cum. Her copious juices were flowing freely from her cunt – coating my ready tongue – drinking deeply of her essence as I sawed my finger in and out of her – then two fingers – crossed and rotating as I fucked her with my fingers.




The Dinner



By now, my cock had become hard once again – I stood up – replacing my fingers in her cunt with my huge cock. I began fucking her. Slowly at first, speeding up as the passions arose and she began cumming – in and out – to her depths – pounding my cock deep within her – slamming her so hard I just knew there would be bruises – until I finally released my cum inside her.

We rested. Her poor pussy was red and inflamed – sore from all the action. My cock, in turn, was also sore. It hadn't seen this much action in ages.

I released Michele's straps and she sat up. Putting her arms around me, she pulled me close for a kiss. I didn't object this time. I picked her up – her legs around my waist – and carried her into my bedroom. Laying her on the bed, I lay down beside her and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.



The Dinner



I watched you scan the room full of wealthy, arrogant people looking for an out of the boring conversation you were currently trapped in . A fund raising dinner for the current mayor of our small southern town, had brought out the elite of Savannah's high society.

Doctor's, lawyers, politicians and business men and women made up the crowd, most of them coming from old money and had been grand fathered in to this club of very eccentric people.

All of us doing the same thing, showing off all our money and power.

As I stood against the far wall of the ballroom of the enormous twelve room mansion, I sipped my vodka tonic and watched you. 

Taking you in from head to toe, the black Donna Karan cocktail dress you wore clung blatantly to your perfect body. You were the epitome of quiet sexuality, usually you were all business when it came to a function like this.

You did an amazing job, hiding what I knew was lurking quietly underneath the well made up facade.

I wondered if the two men you were talking to, could even contemplate the intensity that I knew lurked behind those intense green eyes . 

I wondered if they had any idea how many times we had done this .

This was my favorite part, standing quietly and just simply watching you.

Waiting.

For just the right moment.

Taking in the way you moved, the flow of your body. 

The subtle way your perfect breasts moved underneath the soft silk, or the way it flowed with your body accentuating every delicious curve of you.

Hearing that sexy, throaty laugh, enjoying that smile that would occasionally grace those amazing lips.

God, those lips.

Those damn lips.

The things they had said to me since we began this six months ago.

The things they could do to me, the way they could control my body.

Instantly I wanted you, immediately I had to have you.

I wanted to make you moan for me, gasp in pleasure for me, I wanted your body to tremble and shudder as you come for me .

I didn't care not one bit, that we in a room full of people and were supposed to conduct ourselves properly.

Didn't care that any minute, we would sit down to an amazing catered dinner.

I had to have you and that was all that mattered.

This was not the first time we had done this, nor would it be the last .

We had brought this out in each other, and fed the urge every chance we got.

The challenging, cocky but oh so sexy grin you gave me as you turned slightly and made eye contact with me, told me you knew exactly what I was thinking.

My entire body went flush as you said a polite excuse me and began to walk toward me, you were absolutely stunning with your shoulder length brunette hair pulled back with just a few stray strands here and there, framing your now challenging green eyes . 

You didn't stop, just walked right past me leaving a wake of the intoxicating scent that covered your body . 

I watched as you walked out of the ballroom, and headed down the main foyer that led to the library at the end of the hall.

I waited a few seconds and followed, out of the about one hundred and fifty guests, no one would notice the two of us slipping quietly away .

I found you in the small, dimly lit library leaning against the oak desk in the middle of the room.

Waiting.

Closing the door, I locked it .

Wouldn't want to be interrupted now would we.

"You look like you have something on you mind? " Rachael teased as I walked slowly toward her.

"Not anymore . " I said confidently as I stepped to her, melting into those amazing lips.

Our hands immediately began to roam, as our tongues dueled for domination.

Breathlessly I broke the kiss, with a grumble of disappointment from Rachael.

Her hands still pulling at the white linen suit I wore, as urgent in her need as I was . 

Putting my hands on her hips, I pushed her back against the desk . 

"spread your legs for me baby ." I whispered against her ear as I sucked softly at the lobe.

Rachael did as I asked as I kissed and sucked at her neck, pulling low moans from her as my hands moved over her breasts.

Teasing the already hard nipples with my fingertips, making them even harder it seemed.

"mmmmm......Jordan....." She moaned tilting her head back.

My hands drifted lower, sliding the dress up her thighs. 

Rachael's body began to move against mine needing more contact, leaning in I captured those lips in a deep kiss as I slipped my hands inside the thin material of the black thong she wore.

Rachael pulled back with a gasp from my demanding lips, as my index finger slid into the bare wetness I found there. 

Back and forth slowly, I stroked over her swollen clit, her hips grinding slowly against my hand as I pulled away from her without moving my hand .

I watched as her breathing became more labored and deeper, listened to the sounds she made as I stroked back and forth making her wetter and wetter for me . 

"More ...... ' she whispered . 

That was all the encouragement I needed, removing my hand I stepped back dropping to my knees in front of her.

Sliding my hands slowly up her toned thighs, I grasped the thong and slid it to the floor.

As Rachael stepped out of them, I slipped them into my inside pocket of the jacket I still wore.

With one hand I held the dress up, my other hand stroked back and forth as my finger began teasing her clit again.

"Mmmmm...oh .." She moaned .

Rachael's hand wound it's way into my long blonde hair, pulling me closer to what she really wanted.

"yeah baby." She growled as my fingers spread her open and I slid my my tongue slowly from her dripping opening to her pulsing clit.

Grabbing the desk to balance herself, Rachael began to move more aggressively against my lips and tongue.

"Oh yeah....that's it . " 

I took that small bundle of nerves controlling her body into my mouth, sucking on it as I stroked back and forth with my tongue.

Controlling her body with every stroke, spurred on by her moans and gasps of pleasure. 

Back and forth her hips moved against my face, her gasps quicker now, her moans a little louder as I continued my assault on her throbbing clit.

There was nothing that I could think of that was sexier, than looking up at a woman writhing in pleasure, with her head thrown back completely giving herself to th moment.

As I slid two fingers deep into her, she cried out loud enough that I was sure someone would hear her . 

"Oh my god!" she panted as I began to thrust in and out slowly and not stopping my continuous torture of her clit. 

In and out I pumped as I nibbled and sucked at her clit, as Rachael looked down at me.

Those intense green eyes were unmistakable, she was so very close.

Reluctantly letting go of her clit, I stood up .

"Mmmmmnoooooo." She complained " I'm so close ."

With my free hand at the back of her neck I pulled her closer our lips just inches apart, I knew that her taste on my lips was as much of a turn on for her as it was for me.

"I know, but you have to be quiet ." I whispered as I began to tease those full lips into a searing kiss as I curled my fingers slightly.

Those moans became louder and her hips moved more urgently as I pumped faster and deeper into her, hitting just that right spot as my palm bumped against her clit.

Her entire body began to shake as her orgasm neared, the kiss becoming more intense.

Pulling away from my lips, she buried her head in the nape of my neck as she came, stiffling the scream she so desperately wanted to release.

I waited for her trembling body to calm down before I pulled my hand away, and put her dress down and held her shaking against me.

Rachael pulled me into a soft slow kiss.

"Mmmmmm thank you ." She sighed.

"it was my pleasure." 

With a quick check of our clothes and appearance, we headed for the door.

"You hungry?" She asked 

"Starved, I hope we didn't miss dinner. "



The Dinner



There were four couples and two extra single women and one extra man. The host and hostess were Allen Turza and his love wife and much younger second wife Nancy. Allen was in his sixties and Nancy was forty eight at the time of them hosting this wonderful party. 

All at the party were prominent citizens of the lazy southern city of Albany Georgia. Our hosts lived on the grounds of the country club and their home was large, expensive and secluded behind stone walls and a tall iron gate. 

I drove my Jaguar and Karen rode with me. Bruce the only singe male followed us through the gates and up the long drive. Bruce was a special guest of our hosts and he worked for Allen. It was understood that he had also been an invited guest of Allen and Nancy many times before. Bruce was a tall black slender man who was only in his thirties and very handsome and I might say here and now he was also very well hung.

Karen and I walked to the front door with Bruce between us and us hanging on his well muscled arms. The door opened before we got to it. We were the last of the guest to arrive. The invention said this was going to be a swimming party to start at seven o'clock and dinner would be served at nine. Even though it did not say so in so many words we all knew that all would be naked for the swim and also naked for the dinner. This was all set up by our hosts ahead of time. 

Karen and I either knew of or had been with each of the other couples but neither of us had ever been special guest of our hosts. I was looking forward to getting to know then each in a personal way as I had heard good things about both.

Why we took the time to dress up I really don't know but we had. Karen was wearing a below the knee cocktail dress. It was a dark tan with a lighter trim and a loose scarf belt of soft tan leather. Karen is five ten, dark hair a wide beautiful mouth and long shapely legs that lead to a solid firm round ass. Needless to say Karen had the most beautiful ass of any women I have ever seen. 

I was some what subdued with a thin cotton white dress open neck to show off my forty double D's. My waist is small and this accents my broader hips. But I am not fat just soft and round. Men don't seen to mind my figure as they examine it from top to bottom and inch by inch.

I was fifty nine and Karen was sixty one. As were most of the guests we were all in our fifties or sixties with the exception of Bruce and Nancy our hostess. 

A couple I had been with twice were Mandy and Tom Fortam. Mandy is a big girl, a very pretty girl with big tits and a whooper of an ass but she is so delightful few men object to her size. Besides she loves to suck cock and the few times I have watched her she is very good at it. 

I had also been to another party where Judy and Carl Brainerd were guest. I like them both and were happy to see they were invited to this most unusual affair. Judy is short, cute with great tits thanks to a boob job some years before. She had short red hair and loved most any thing any one want to do to her or have her do. I had visited a nudist camp once while they were there and I got to know them well. Carl was a stout man with a flat belly and a very healthy cock. Not a long as some I have enjoyed but thick as they come and he can stay hard longer than any one I had met. 

Ester and Frank Gates I knew of though Karen as she had been with then once or twice. She said they were very easy going and not at all pushy. However Ester enjoyed watching al most as much as she enjoyed a man between her legs. Frank was an older guy maybe near seventy but Karen said he could get it up and once it was up he could give as well as any man in the group. Ester was a willing eater of pussy as well as a stiff dick. So there we were all sipping drinks when our hostess open the doors to the pool area and said for every one to get naked and enjoy there heated pool before dinner. 

The ladies were shown to a changing room at the side of the pool. There we were all given big soft fluffy white terry cloth robes. The men were shown to the room next door and were given matching robes except their robes had black sleeves. 

Once changed Karen and I walked around to the open bar that was set up out on the patio. I held my screwdriver and watched the parade of handsome men walking around selecting to just talk or go in the heated pool. I for one did not want to go in the water as I had just had my hair done earlier that day. 

I saw Bruce go stand by our hostess say a few words and then kiss her on the neck. They laughed as Bruce carefully removed his robe. Nancy stood back and watched the unveiling. Bruce laid his robe over the back of a lounge chair and then walk slowly around to the steps that go down into the pool. 

I long with Nancy and Karen stood watching his long cock swing from side to side as he moved gracefully showing off for the ladies that cared to watch. Karen said "I know what I want for Christmas." We laughed and downed our drinks.

Allen our host came by and introduced his self and told us that his friends suggested that Karen and I be invited as some one said we could spice up the dinner. Allen was looking at my chest all the while he spoke. 

Karen asked if Bruce was as good as he looked. Allen said she would have to ask his wife. I think Karen had a fixation on this handsome black man or maybe it was just that he was the youngest member or our group. Karen moved off to see what trouble she could get into. Allen came so close his slowly stiffening cock touched my leg. He made some silly toast to women with large tits. He pressed me to the bar and we kissed. He was a good kisser and this cock rubbing my leg set the mood for the rest of the night. I felt a slow warming start down between my legs and rise to my stiff nipples. Nancy came up and said she had to talk to Allen so I gave him up after a quick introduction to Nancy. 

Again alone I watched only one lady go in the water. Judy with her short red hair seemed to be born to the water. She swam to where Bruce was hanging his arms over the edge of the pool. Karen just happen to be there with her legs spread and dangling in the water. Bruce was looking up into Karen's eyes. I could not see for sure but I thought maybe he might have a finger or two tickling her sweet lips. Bruce turned as Judy came up behind him. Again I was not sure but I think Judy may have reached around him to play with his cock. No one of couple did more than touch and kiss during the time around the pool. I think it was understood that there would be plenty of time later for the heavier play.

Frank the only man I had not met before came up to introduce himself he was escorted by Mandy. Even naked Mandy was an awesome looking girl. Her size was not a draw back to her beauty. Mandy was sexy, beautiful and she oozed that special something at attract men. I had heard that some women give off a smell that can stimulate a man from great distances. I think Mandy was one of these women. Frank was not fully hard but his manhood was not pointing straight down either. We shook hands and he guided my hand to his cock. I shook it as well. Mandy said jokingly "That is enough for now. We will see you later Wilda. Mandy kissed me passionately and the tow of them walked off. 

While I was distracted Bruce and Judy had changed places Judy was now facing the spread pussy and I think Bruce may have been fingering them both. 

The milling around continued for a while longer and then we were asked to gather at the dining room. We each went in side and how or who started it but before we sat down we all hung our robes on the back of our respective chairs. 

Our hostess sat at the end of the table nearest me while Allen sat at the other end. The table had been set by unknown and unseen persons. 

Allen stood lifted his glass and gave a toast to each of us girls for beauty, figures and being down right sexy. Nancy stood and welcome each of the men and toasted them for there handsomeness, and willingness to friends and neighbors. I noticed she looked at Bruce when she made a side ways comment about handsome men she may have bee talking about there dicks as well as there faces. I concurred to every thing and sipped my drink.

I thought we would start to eat but no Frank stood and wanted to make a toast. So while we all faced him and his very prominent election Frank toasted "Wilda's beautiful tits." I think I may have blushed but I surely don't know why many men have given my breasts attention. Frank sat down and Bruce got up. 

Bruce toasted his beautiful hostess for a lovely table. He toasted each and every one of the beautiful and very sexy ladies that were here. Again we all sipped our drinks.

I can hold my liquor with the best of them but I had had a few and since I had not eaten yet I was getting a bit of a buzz on. After this we finely started to eat. Tom was on one side of me and his hand found my thigh and was rubbing it slowly. His hand slowly moved higher and higher up my thigh while I tried to eat. I was thinking how soft his fingers were when I gobbled down a piece of meat. I asked "Tom; how can you eat and caress my leg that the same time?" 

"Practice my dear lady, practice." He mused as he finely reached home. MY sexual stimulation had been building over the course of more than an hour. So when Tom pressed his finger tip to my clitoris I almost exploded. The thrill, the sensation set my heart to beating and I shook so bad I had to put my spoon down. I let out a little moan and everyone looked at me. I tried to smile but all I could do was close my eyes and send river of fluid to run down between my legs. Frank was sitting across from me. He jumped up and came around the table. Frank pulled back my chair with me in it. I knew what he wanted so I spread my legs as Frank dropped to his knees and placed his long hot tongue into my cunt. Licking and lapping the juices from me only caused me to get more excited. 

I let out a cry of pure joy and climaxed for the second time even while I was still pouring out juice from the first.

I opened my eyes long enough to look around. I thought I was the center of attention and I was but not for long. Across from me Karen was turned toward Bruce who was not standing. His thick black cock was fully extended; it was over a foot long, cured up so it pointed back at his flat muscular belly. In that second as I watched Karen reached up pulled his cock down taking over half of it into her mouth. Thing went all crazy after that. Karen was sucking half of Bruce's cock and jerking on the other half. 

Allen came around to stand next to me. I looked up at his throbbing erection. Allen said "Wilda; I wanted to kiss you the first time I looked at your mouth. The first time I kissed you I wanted to see your mouth around me cock. I knew any women that can kiss like you do has to be an expert cock sucker. So suck my cock." 

I opened my mouth and Allen jammed his cock in. I was going to speak but what the hell sucking a cock while getting my pussy licked was alright too. 

Many was down on all fours and Carl was behind her spreading her ass cheeks and aims his cock at her anus. I knew both of them were going to have a great time. 

Judy was standing but bent over the back of her chair, Tom was fucking her doggie and from what I could see she was in heaven. Tom was banging away as fast as he could. I could not see much from where I was but I could see Nancy wait one leg up on the table and Ester must have been down there licking pussy much the way Frank was going to me.

I screamed a climax for Frank to lick up all over again. Allen shook my head when he got off. His sperm was very strong and salty. I was sure he was a smoker. I did not like it and let most of it dribble out of my mouth. Hell it was his carpet anyway. 

Carl was standing over Mandy watching the last of his sperm drip on her broad ass. Carl asked Nancy where the bathroom was so he could go clean up. 

Nancy and Ester finished and stood drinking wine and kissing. Allen said He likes to see his wife kiss other women. Allen walked off with the idea of getting of his wife's pussy while it was still wet from Ester's licking 

Karen had two thirds of Bruce's cock down her throat and he was twisting and trashing in some weird dance as he go his rocks off. 

Ten minutes later the group was once more standing with drinks and moving to toward each chosen goal. 

My pussy was still quivering from Franks licking and I felt like I needed a stiff dick very soon. I was looking at Bruce but he had eyes for Nancy. 

Allen was doing a crazy little belly rub with fat Mandy. 

Frank was whispering in Ester's ear. I was sure it was about licking her as he had done me. Frank was a pussy eater extraordinaire. 

This let Tom for me and from what I had seen I was going to be happy to get some of what Tom had to offer a poor horny girl. 

I caught Karen's eye and she came over to say she loved sucking off Bruce. She seemed to be the odd one out this time but all of a sudden she said she might see if she could play with Allen and Mandy. Karen said she thought that if Allen fucked dear Mandy in the ass like Carl had that would leave Mandy's mouth free. Karen smiled and walked away. 

Carl and Judy were hard at it in the corner Judy had one leg up around Carl's waist and he had his cock planted deep as they toasted one another spilling their drinks as Carl got rambunctious. 

I have seem many a girl get fucked and it is not particularly exciting unless I am getting something done to me at the same time or if it a threesome and I am in some way involved. However as I watched Judy respond to Carl I felt my pussy tighten and get very wet all of a sudden. I know that Carl had washed his cock off after fucking dear fat Mandy in the ass but something was sending hot flashes through my brain. 

Tom had fixed his self a new drink and was eyeing me and stretching his cock as he slithered my way. I wanted to get fucked but I wanted to take it easy and do it right. I wanted to lay down spread my legs and feel a good stiff dick plow me a new one, long, hard and deep. So I headed off Tom and let him follow me into the den and to the long soft sofa. 

I was not disappointed and Tom did me right. I exploded and gave him two climaxes before he dumped a hot load in my throbbing cunt. 

We returned to see most of the other milling around with the exception of my dear friend Karen. 

Karen was getting a sandwich job from Frank and Allen. Karen was sitting on Frank with his cock fitted well up into her juicy cunt while Allen was behind her with his rather handsome dick rammed into her ass up to the hilt. Karen was screaming fro joy and welcoming both cocks to cum for her. 

It was just after midnight when I dropped off Karen and watched her waddle up the walk to her front door. She had taken a hard deep ass fucking. Of course she had loved it them but now was feeling the effects. 

I drove home and slept well. That was one dinner I would remember for a long time.



The Dinner



The evening starts out with you bringing dinner in and taking your seat across the table. I start to get distracted by the way you look tonight and with my distraction comes dinner conversation of a mildly more erotic nature. I pause to take in what you are wearing; I see a silky black dress that falls to just above your knee, the dress shows plenty of cleavage. The bra that is no doubt underneath your dress probably matching in colour and lacy takes full advantage of this, pushing your breasts out and tempting my eye during dinner. Your legs are clad in black stockings question is, are they thigh high or higher, and lastly what else is under the dress.

As the meal goes on and I suspect you have something planned, I can see it in your eyes and how the conversation turns sexual. We both finish eating and a few more sexual remarks are exchanged you declare "I need some dessert." You rise up off the chair just enough to slide it out from underneath of you, then you sink to your knees. I lose sight of you under the table and can not see much due to the very long table cloth when I lean over to look for you. The next time I am aware of where you are is when I feel your hands on my knees, parting them and running your hands up along my thighs. Your hands slowly brush up over my crotch undoing the zipper and the buttons on my dress pants. You coo as you find out that I am wearing boxers and you quickly undo the button and fish me out of the hole in my boxers. I feel your mouth close on me, taking all of my soft cock into your mouth, your lips close around the base and your tongue rolls around me. You moan as you feel me grow harder and I begin to fill your mouth. I feel your head begin to bob up and down as I fill your mouth too much for my entire length to fit, as I continue to rise to my full size one of your hands wraps around me and begins pumping me up and down in time with your mouth. 

Your free hand begins tugging at the waist line of my pants so I use my hands to prop myself up on the chair to help you do as you please. Never missing a beat you continue to work my shaft with mouth and hand while simultaneously removing my pants. One of my hands snakes down under the table cloth and rubs the back of your neck, not forcing your head down further but an encouragement to keep going, with my other hand I begin to unbutton my shirt.

Finally I am nude then pull away, my cock makes a popping noise as it frees itself from your mouth. "Hey where are you going." I hear from under the table as you finally begin to emerge from beneath the table. I help you to your feet, pull you to me, kissing you deeply. I can taste my cock on your lips and tongue which only solidifies my lust for you. Under my direction we walk towards the table never taking a moment away from the kisses. Your butt bumps into the table and I keep pushing, I grab your ass and squeeze firmly causing you to jump a bit, which helps me get you up on the table. Your legs quickly wrap around me pulling me close to you, your stocking encased thighs feel wonderful on my bare skin, I figure out that you are in hose tonight as my cock presses up against your nylon covered crotch. I feel your heat and dampness through the nylon and reflexively begin to grind my hips into yours. We both groan as our crotches rub together, knowing what is to come later. 

I begin kissing at your neck my arms wrapping around you and my hands seeking the zipper on the back of your dress. I pull the zipper down and pull the straps off of your shoulders, kissing my way down your chest. You free your arms from the straps of your dress and run your fingers through my hair and groaning as I kiss the tops of your breasts. I unhook your bra, and pull it off of and toss it to the floor, you lean back on the table holding yourself up. My mouth immediately seeks out a nipple, you gasp as I close my lips around it and swirl my tongue around it. I push you back so you are laying flat, your legs still dangle off the table, I raise your legs up and spread them to take in the sight if your shaven, nylon covered pussy. 

I rub your pussy through the pantyhose just long enough for you to start grinding your hips against my hand, fed up with just feeling wet nylon I tear the crotch out of your pantyhose. I dive in between your legs and lick your slit from bottom to top, your back arches, your hands run through my hair and your heels drag across my back. I suck on your clit and roll my tongue around it, you moan out loud and cup one of your breasts in your hand to squeeze it and pull at your nipple. You squirm all over the table, so much so that I hold on tight to your thighs so you can not escape my mouth as I continue to flick my tongue over your clit and occasionally lap up the juices flowing from your hole. I eventually gain enough control over your movements to free a hand, my mouth concentrates on your clit as I take a finger and rub it slowly around the entrance to your pussy before slowly plunging it in. You cry out loud and your heels dig into my back so I cant pull my face away from you, I play with your clit, moving my tongue as fast as it will go. I add a second finger inside you and probe for your g-spot, your breathing is very heavy and both of your hands are massaging your breasts.

"Now, I want it now" You say as you grab my hair and pull me up from between your legs by the hair with both hands. My face is pulled towards yours, your legs lock around my waist and pull me towards you. Our lips meet with a fierce kiss, my cock just misses the entrance to your pussy, sliding up and hitting your clit causing you to convulse with pleasure. With out breaking our kiss I reach down and adjust myself and I push forwards into you. I do not slow down for a moment until I am as far in as I can go. I pause savouring the feeling of your pussy surrounding my entire shaft. I pull out until only my head is inside, I rock back and fourth so just my head slips in and out of you revelling in the repeated sensation of initial penetration. Finally my urges take over and I begin thrusting hard and regularly. Our kiss finally ends and you lean back on one hand as your other rushes to your clit, you rub it furiously while you stare into my eyes. Both of my hands go to your nipples tugging at them while repeatedly slamming into you. Your hips start bucking your, breathing gets heavy and your moaning becomes more regular and higher pitched. I feel your pussy begin to clench my shaft rhythmically only moments before you cry out "Oh god I'm cumming". Your arms wrap around me, pulling me into a kiss, your legs wrap around me making sure I cant leave you. I only make it half way through your orgasm before I fill you with my own orgasm, we stay intertwined until our breathing slows to something nearly reasonable. Slowly I pull out of you and sit in a chair just behind me, your legs are still spread so I can see the torn and soaked remains of your nylons and the white bead of my cum slowly seeping from you. You make a come hither motion with your finger and say, "I think it is time for your dessert."