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The New Boy

By: Please Clothing Off!



Ciara stared across the hall at the new boy. He was fiddling with his locker, back to her. Ciara was already determined to be the first one to screw him, her being the class whore and all. As soon as he looked as though he was about to close his locker, Ciara walked quickly across the hall. She walked right up next to him as he closed his locker and said, "Excuse me." 

The boy was shocked that this small (Even in her chunky black heels, Ciara was only 5'1"), attractive girl was edging her was between him and his locker, and he moved, though not much. She looked up and smiled at him (he was oh.. 6'2"?) and pulled a small envelope out of her purse. With a wink, Ciara had shoved the envelope into the locker she had just seen the boy at. 

The boy raised an eyebrow, and said, "What the 'ell is that?" He had a beautiful and masculine voice, and Ciara wanted him even more then. 

Ciara grinned even wider, leaned seductively against the lockers, her skirt riding even higher, and said, "Look and see..." 

The boy opened his locker once again and opened the envelope. He took the small, heavenly scented paper from the envelope and read to himself, "I'm Ciara. Since you're new, I'd love to take you out tonight, maybe get to know you better..."

He looked up and for the first time checked out Ciara from head to toe. She was quite a tasty looking dish, with a good amount of spice. The boy smiled and said, "I'm Lenny. I'd love to go out with you tonight... Can I call you?" 

Ciara squealed in happiness and said, "Yes! My number's on the back!" and with that, she skipped down the hall, her short skirt flouncing with her to partially reveal her lush behind.

Ciara did not see Lenny the rest of the day at school, but figured he would for sure call her. After school, she went home and was pleased to find that her parents had already left for their usual weekend trip to visit her brother. She went up to her room to prepare for the big date. Ciara smiled to herself as she glanced around the room, always set up for action. There was always an assortment of oils, lingerie, and of course the famous handcuffs. She went around the room, tidying up the few unsexy parts of her room. 

After making sure her room was in perfect order to receive a new guest, she went to the closet and slid the mirrored doors open. Just as she was beginning to rummage through her skimpiest dresses, the phone rang. She let it ring once more before going to answer on her little black phone. "Hello," she said in her throaty, sexy voice. 

"Hey," said a somewhat melancholy voice on the other end, immediately recognized as Lenny's. 

"Uh-oh," Ciara said, "Is something wrong?" 

Lenny didn't answer right away. "Well, my parents don't want me going out tonight," Lenny muttered. 

"What?!" Ciara exclaimed, "But it's Friday! Why won't they let you?" Lenny paused again before answering, "They're convinced I should stay at home with my family for our first night here." 

Ciara sighed and pretended to be sad. "Are you sure you can't go out tonight? When do your parents go to sleep?" she asked in a almost whining voice.

"Early..." was Lenny's prompt response. 

"Great!" Ciara squealed. "Will you come over? We could just maybe watch a movie or something?" 

Lenny laughed and answered, "Sure, sounds great. I'll be there about eleven?"

Ciara bubbled, "Wonderful!" and proceeded to give him the directions to her home. "I can't wait!" she exclaimed before she hung up.

Ciara hung up and smiled to herself. She went to her closet and slid the doors shut, going instead to her lingerie drawer. She dug through it, selecting a very transparent blue robe and a black satin thong. She threw these on her massive bed and sat down next to them. She slid open the drawer directly next to her bed and was glad to see the drawer stocked full of goodies. Her special sex drawer was full of various kinds of condoms- colored, flavored, textured, and the glow-in-the-dark variety. Aside from the many condoms lay a large dildo, a vibrator and a small whip. 

She smiled to herself and checked again to ensure the handcuffs were arranged well. At about 10:45 Ciara got ready, showering and applying makeup, then slipping into the thong and robe, no bra. She sat down in the downstairs living room to wait for her new toy. The doorbell rang at 11:30, and Ciara opened the door to a tall, dark haired boy clad all in black. Lenny was a hot one. She smiled and reached for his hand to pull him in, and his shock was reflected well on his face. Ciara pulled Lenny to the blue velvet couch and arranged herself in a suggestive position next to him. She put her hand on his leg and was pleased to see a lump in his pants and his eyes aimed at her breasts. "So, you wanna watch a movie now?" she asked, smiling. 

"What movies do you have..?" Lenny managed to say, never taking his eyes from Ciara's gorgeous body. 

"Well, you can come up and see," she said, rising and leading the way to her room upstairs. Lenny followed like an obedient puppy and got great pleasure of watching Ciara's round, thong-clad ass wiggle as she went up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, she whirled to face him. "You haven't said anything about my dress yet," she said. "Do you like it?" 

Lenny was still staring at her beautiful body and finally answered, "It's great..." Ciara smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek, and her breasts slid even more out of the opening at the top of the robe. Ciara said nothing more and instead took his hand and put it on her waist, walking to her room. She flipped on a light switch, and an array of rainbow colored lights came to life from various angles around the room. Her stereo was already on, with Mazzy Star's "Fade Into You" playing softly. Ciara went over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Lenny followed and had taken no more than two steps when he heard a clang under his feet. He looked down and saw a pair of handcuffs, and a lacy negligee near it. It was then that Lenny fell out of his shock and knew Ciara was his kind of girl. 

He surveyed the room with his eyes, noting the big, comfortable bed and also the lack of any television, nonetheless a movie. He grinned, and said, "So what movies do you have?" Ciara licked her lips and said, "Well, I actually only wanted you in my room. You don't mind, do you?" Lenny raised an eyebrow again and said, "Do I get to watch you, then?" Ciara kneeled on the bed, her legs spread and said, "You tell me." 

With that, Ciara slipped off her robe, leaving her bare breasted and wearing only the thong. She reached over to the sex drawer and pulled out the dildo, raising it to her lips and softly licking the tip. Lenny sat down in a chair and removed his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Ciara continued to play with the dildo, placing it between her breasts and all over her mouth, and Lenny slipped a hand down his pants. Ciara eyed Lenny before thrusting the dildo down her panties and removing them to reveal her wet pussy. She lay back a bit and shoved the dildo deep into her cunt, moaning loudly, enjoying the feeling and watching Lenny's hand movements quicken. 

Bored with the dildo, she threw it aside and got the vibrator. Slipping it in, she let out a long, loud moan, alluring enough to get even a eunuch turned on. Lenny stood up and practically ripped off his pants. "Wait!!" Ciara screamed. Lenny stopped in his process of shaking off his pants. Ciara lowered her voice to a sexier tone, "Bring the handcuffs with you." 

Lenny leapt for the handcuffs and picked them up, racing to the bed. Ciara tossed the vibrator to the side of the bed and bent over a pillow, her breasts hanging down and her ass in the air, arms raised. Lenny came over, kneeling next to her and handcuffing her to the bedpost. "I think you'll find something you like in the drawer," Ciara cooed. Lenny went to the drawer and took the small leather whip, and at once slapped Ciara's backside with it. 

She screamed and shouted, "MORE!" Not needing any more encouragement, Lenny let the whip crack once again against Ciara's pale, smooth flesh. She moaned and wiggled, which was too much for Lenny. He reached into the drawer and grabbed the first condom he could, a textured condom with a polka-dot pattern. He ripped it open and rolled it on, and at once charged for Ciara's ass, head first. He licked along the entire length of her crack, and the pleasured cries only encouraged him more. His tongue flicked over her hole and he finally positioned himself behind Ciara doggystyle and spread her lips, and jammed his huge, hard cock into her wet pussy. 

She screamed for more, and Lenny thrust and thrust, harder and faster. Lenny's rushed movements got so fast that he was exiting and re-entering on each thrust. Lenny saw his dick racing at Ciara's asshole and then he promptly heard a scream. Lenny backed away and started apologizing when Ciara shouted, "I WANT MORE OF THAT, DAMNIT! SHOVE THAT DICK OF YOURS UP MY ASS!!" 

Lenny once again, too happy to obey rammed his cock into Ciara's shit hole, both of them moaning loudly. Their moans and screams were so loud that dogs began barking outside. Lenny was almost to the extent of an orgasm, and exploded stream after stream of hot, milky cum into the condom, and Ciara's ecstasy was rising as Lenny continued to thrust. 

Ciara exploded in a violent orgasm, spasming as much as she could still handcuffed to the bed. Lenny rolled over, exhausted and caught his breath, as Ciara did likewise. 

Lenny glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost four, and said, "That was great, but I have to go." Lenny stood up and started picking up his clothes, then noticed the vibrator next to the bed, still on full blast. He grinned evilly and picked it up, shoving it into Ciara, still orgasming lightly, who screamed and moaned with the sudden pleasure. 

Lenny grinned again and picked up the rest of his clothing and left, with Ciara still handcuffed to the bedpost and the vibrator going on and on in her wet, cum slicked pussy.

The New Boy



It was my first day on the job, the first day of my year in industry for my degree course and, though it may seem strange, I knew no-one in the company, the job had been arranged by the college. All I knew was the company was a publishing house, I had to report to a Mrs. Fenner and that I was to be working as an editors assistant, my course tutor in 'Reporting' had said that the job would be an eye opener, I hadn't understood the wink he gave when he made the comment. So here I was at the address I'd been given, I was two hours early and the reception was locked, there wasn't even a security guard in sight and I wondered how long I'd have to wait for some-one to come along. An hour later I was relieved to see a body moving around through the tinted glass of the doors, tentatively I rang the bell, there was a rattle followed by a click and a rattle then the door swung open.

"Yes?" a rather dishy female of about twenty-five asked.

"Uh," I faltered, "I'm starting work here today and am supposed to report to Mrs. Fenner."

"I see," she smiled "you'd better come in."

I followed her into the reception, to my surprise there were no pictures or covers on the walls that would give a clue to the type of publications the company did, but I had to admit that the reception was made up to relax a person. The woman went behind a glass topped, fronted and sided reception desk, opened a book, read an entry and looked at me.

"Your name?" she asked.

"Andrew West." I replied moving closer to the desk.

"Well Andrew," she grinned, "I am Candy, as you can see I work on reception."

"Pleased to meet you." I smiled a little shyly.

"You certainly are eager," Candy said with a grin "how long were you waiting out there?"

"Ahum, an hour." I coughed.

She laughed and picked up something from the desk that she held out to me, it was a badge, which read 'STAFF', taking it, I clipped it to my jacket pocket.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," I said nervously "but what does the company publish?"

"You really don't know?" Candy said in a surprised tone.

"Uh, no." I muttered, "You see, the college made all the arrangements."

"Well I won't spoil it for you," she laughed "Caroline, Mrs. Fenner that is, will explain it all to you."

None the wiser I sat in one of the comfortable chairs and waited, I must admit that the wait was not unpleasant as the chairs were all positioned so that they faced the glass reception desk, the view of Candy's stockinged legs was enough to make time pass unnoticed, especially to an eighteen year old virgin like me. About half an hour passed and people began to walk through reception, a high proportion of them were female, but this didn't strike me as odd in any way, each of them greeted Candy in a cheery, friendly way, it seemed that everyone was happy to work here. Just before nine a very attractive woman in her mid-thirties walked into the reception, said a cheerful good-morning to Candy and looked across at me.

"Are you our new boy, Andrew West?" the woman asked with a charming smile.

"Uh, yes." I replied getting to my feet.

"A pleasure to meet you." the woman smiled even wider "I am Caroline Fenner, but call me Caroline, you'll find we are all very informal here."

Candy stifled a laugh which puzzled me, Mrs. Fenner, Caroline, looked at Candy in puzzlement, Candy whispered something and Caroline laughed.

"Candy tells me you don't know what we publish, is that right?" Caroline asked me.

"Well, yes." I replied defensively "The college made all the arrangements, but they didn't tell me anything about the company."

"You'd better come along with me," Caroline grinned "I'll give you the guided tour on the way to my office then I'll explain what we do over a cup of coffee. Candy, can you arrange for a name badge to be at my office in say twenty minutes."

"Will do Caroline." Candy smiled "I'll see you later Andy."

Like a puppy dog I followed Caroline into the heart of the building and along a corridor, she pointed out the canteen, the staff shop and gym before stopping at a pair of lifts. From the outside I knew that there was four floors to the building including the ground floor, when the lift came Caroline pressed the 'B' for basement, the doors closed and the lift smoothly descended.

"This," Caroline said loudly as we stepped out of the lift "is our on site printing area, we have two other sites solely devoted to printing our publications. Most of the operation is computer controlled so we only have seven people down here, you'll meet them all later I'm sure."

She stepped back into the lift with me right behind her, this time she pressed for the 1st floor, the lift ascended smoothly and the doors opened onto a bright, cheerful corridor with doors along its length.

"This floor and the one above contain our studios" Caroline said as we stepped out of the lift "where we do all our interior photography, each studio has it's own facilities like changing room and bathroom. Let's have a quick look in studio 4, it should be unoccupied at the moment."

She led the way to a door about half way along the corridor and walked into the studio, I suppose it was like any other professional studio, lots of lights, cables all over the place, cameras, fake scenery and props. There wasn't really a lot to see, though I was puzzled by one or two things, like the main prop and scenery seeming to be a bedroom set, there being video as well as still cameras and, most puzzling, the array of whips and chains and handcuffs. The changing room was large and airy, one wall was taken up by a closet containing various skimpy costumes, some so skimpy that they couldn't really be classified as clothing, still following Caroline I looked in the bathroom, it was large and to my surprise was fitted out with photographic lights.

"Well" Caroline asked as we walked back to the lift "what do you think?"

"Impressive," I replied, "how many studios are there?"

"Eight," she smiled "four per floor. The rest of the space on these two floors is taken up by photographic developing labs, editing and viewing rooms, but they are all in use at the moment so you'll have to see them later."

The lift doors opened and we stepped in; Caroline pressed the button for the 3rd and last floor, the doors closed and the lift hummed upwards.

"These are the offices," Caroline said as we stepped from the lift into an open plan area in which half-screens formed individual cubicles "though none of us tend to spend a lot of time here. Morning Lisa, this is Andrew West, our new boy."

Just by the lift was another reception desk, like the one downstairs it was made entirely of glass and the girl sitting behind it was just as pretty as Candy had been. She smiled at me and looked me up and down suggestively.

"Very pleased to meet you," Lisa grinned "hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you."

"Uh, likewise." I smiled hesitantly.

"Down Lisa," Caroline laughed as she moved on "give the poor sod a chance to settle in."

Blushing I hurried after Caroline, so far I had learnt nothing about the type of publications the company produced, but whatever they were seemed to involve a lot of pictures. As we passed each cubicle Caroline greeted the occupant and introduced me, my head was awhirl with names by the time we got to Caroline's office, but I knew that these would sort themselves out in time. We entered an outer office in which a very pretty secretary sat at yet another glass desk; a couple of things I had noticed in the tour was that all the female staff were attractive and that the furnishings allowed little privacy.

"Mitsy this is Andrew West," Caroline said to the girl behind the desk "he's just starting today, Andrew this is my secretary Mitsy."

"Pleased to meet you." I smiled at her.

"Likewise." she grinned back "This is for you."

She handed me a tag on which was neatly printed my name, the lettering was large enough to be read from a distance, feeling unaccountably clumsy I took off the tag I was wearing and replaced it with the new one.

"Could you get us some coffee Mitsy," Caroline said, "we'll be in my office."

"Sure thing Caroline." Mitsy replied.

We went into the inner office where Caroline indicated that I should sit down; sitting in the indicated chair I waited for Caroline to enlighten me about the company's publications. She put her handbag in a filing cabinet and sat behind her glass desk, her dress riding up to show off most of her legs, swallowing to calm myself I raised my eyes above the desk.

"Well then," Caroline said leaning back in her chair "the time has come to tell you what we publish."

I mumbled a reply while at the same time trying to get my eyes to focus somewhere other than on her tiny knickers. Thankfully Mitsy appearing with the coffee, it gave me a few moments in which to regain my somewhat shaky composure, interrupted us. Taking my coffee I thanked Mitsy and turned my attention to Caroline's face.

"The company," Caroline continued as Mitsy left the room "publish a half-dozen monthly magazines and three quarterly magazines, if you look in the cabinet over there you will see last months issues of each one."

I put my coffee on the desk, rose and went over to the cabinet she had pointed out, opening it I reached inside and pulled out the glossy magazines inside. My heart did a flip-flop, my pulse rate rose and I breathed in sharply, every one of the magazines was sex oriented and very graphically so, blushing I put the magazines back in the cupboard, closed it and made my way back to my chair.

"You seem embarrassed." Caroline commented softly "I hope you don't disapprove of what we do."

"It's, ahum," I coughed "it's not that, it's just that, well, uh, I'm, well, that is, I am very shy."

"I bet you are still a virgin." Caroline laughed, and then said in surprise "My god you are!"

Blushing a deep crimson I hung my head and wondered what was going to happen, probably I would be told I was unsuitable for their requirements, somebody at the college had pulled a real practical joke at my expense.

"I'm sorry," Caroline said softly "I didn't mean to embarrass you like that, but it was such a surprise."

I looked up as she spoke, surprised at how kindly she was speaking.

"I get the impression somebody has tried making you the butt of a joke," she went on "never mind, let's see if you can't have the last laugh. Now then Andrew, do you think you could handle working here?"

"I don't know," I replied nervously "but I am willing to try."

"You can't say more than that." Caroline smiled "Well, your duties will be to act as my assistant, basically that means you will do the jobs I assign you. To be honest the work isn't that hard, but it is interesting. You'll have an office next door to mine and Mitsy will act as your secretary as well as mine, most of what I do is concerned with ensuring the smooth running of the building, the title of 'Editor' is very misleading, but it sounds better than 'General Manager' though not as impressive. A lot of my time is spent wandering around the place talking with the staff, keeping an eye on the photo-shoots and the like, you'll join me in this, the rest of the time is spent with paperwork and publication planning meetings, again you will join me in these activities, I feel sure that you will pick up the gist of the job fairly quickly."

I wasn't so sure myself, my shyness had always been a major obstacle in my life, how I was going to cope with working in the soft porn industry only God alone knew. Nevertheless I decided that I would give it my best effort, Caroline had been so understanding and I felt that not to try would be to let her down in some way.

"I'll do my best," I said after a deep breath "only I hope my best will be good enough."

"I'm sure it will," Caroline laughed "and don't worry about being shy, if you can stay that way longer than a few days here then you need professional help, in which case I know just who to send you to."

"You mean..." I faltered.

"Look Andrew," she smiled "I understand how you feel, I was a shrinking violet myself once upon a time, believe it or not, this place brought me a new outlook and a new lease on life. I'll have a quiet word with Mitsy and she'll spread the word, you'll find that the rest of the staff will help you along."

I didn't know what to say to thank her so I stayed silent, Caroline buzzed Mitsy and instructed her to show me my office and then come back to see her. Mitsy was waiting for me as I left Caroline's office, she showed me the door that led to my office, it was, as was only to be expected, smaller than Caroline's, but it was still spacious and bright. On the obligatory glass desk sat an intercom, a telephone a writing pad and a pen set, two filing cabinets and a cupboard rested along one wall while a sofa and two easy chairs occupied the wall facing the desk.

"Here we are then," Mitsy said, "you settle yourself in while I see what Caroline wants."

I had a good idea what Caroline wanted, but I managed to thank Mitsy without blushing and as she left I sat myself behind the desk and looked through it at my legs, sighing I stood up and went to the first of the filing cabinets, I had expected it to be empty, instead I found a number of reports and memo's neatly placed in folders. Taking the first of the folders I went back to my desk and began reading, within minutes I was engrossed as I read the file, reaching out I picked up the writing pad and a pen and took notes. One by one I read the dozen or so files that I found in the cabinets, they weren't large, but they certainly were interesting and concerned the day to day running of the company and the problems involved with arranging photo-sessions. By the time I put the last file back in it's place I had about ten pages of notes and the time was just after twelve, I was surprised that I had been undisturbed, but also thankful for the time I'd spent studying the paperwork had calmed me no end. Rising from the desk I went to the door and jumped back slightly as it swung open, Mitsy's head appeared round the edge of the door.

"I was just going to ask you if you would like to join me for lunch in the canteen." she smiled "I did look in earlier to ask if you wanted some coffee, but you were engrossed so I thought I'd leave you in peace."

"Lunch sounds fine," I replied "and now you mention it I do feel quite peckish, but I insist on paying."

"No need," she laughed, "the canteen is free. Come on then."

She took my arm as I walked out of the office and guided me down to the canteen gaily chatting away about herself, the company and anything else that she could think of, even if I hadn't been shy I would have found it hard to get a word in with Mitsy. When we got to the canteen I was surprised to see how full it was, yet it didn't give the impression of being crowded, people were chatting away, filling the air with sound and laughter and as we crossed the room to the counter Mitsy yelled out greetings to almost everyone in sight. I was surprised to find that the place was not self-service and that there was a range of items to choose from, I chose fish in sauce with chips and peas, Mitsy chose a salad with a slice of cheesecake for dessert and together we found a table. The food was good, which was even more surprising, and I enjoyed every mouthful, while we ate Mitsy kept up a constant stream of chatter that seemed to in no way interfere with her eating.

"Oh dear," Mitsy said a while later "I haven't let you get a word in. I really do natter on don't I."

"I don't mind," I grinned, "I never know what to say any way, especially to pretty girls."

Goodness knows why I added the comment about pretty girls, it wasn't normally something I would say, but I felt so relaxed that it just slipped out. Blushing I opened my mouth to apologise to Mitsy, but I never got the chance.

"Why thank you Andrew," she beamed "it is so nice to hear a genuine compliment."

Flabbergasted I shut my mouth and smiled weakly, it seemed my slip had been the right thing to say, for me that made a hell of a change.

"Would you like to see the gym?" Mitsy asked.

"Uh, yes, that would be nice." I replied.

Once again she took my arm as we left the table, I smiled and nodded at the people we passed while Mitsy kept up a constant chatter as before. The gym was well equipped with weights, exercise machines, mats and the like, I'm no great athlete, but I did like to work-out at least once a week, this looked like the ideal place to do it.

"Nice isn't it." Mitsy grinned waving her hand at the gym.

"Very." I replied, "I must bring my kit in."

"Perhaps we can workout together." she laughed suggestively.

"That would be nice." I replied cautiously.

"Don't worry," Mitsy laughed at my tone "I don't bite, well not often anyway."

I had to laugh at her comment and in doing so relaxed, perhaps what Caroline had said was correct, working in the company would help to cure my shyness.

"By the way," Mitsy said as we made our way back to the lifts "there's a planning meeting scheduled this afternoon, Caroline would like you to sit in on it with her."

"Uh, fine," I responded, "what time is it."

"Two thirty," came the reply "I'll come and fetch you in good time."

"Thanks." I smiled.

Soon I was back in my office waiting nervously for the summons to the planning meeting, I hadn't expected to be thrown in at the deep end so quickly and I hoped I would only be expected to observe. Just before two thirty Mitsy popped in. picking up a pen and the writing pad I followed her to a comfortably furnished room that was more like a living room than a meeting room. Caroline was already there along with a half dozen other people, mostly females, but with a few men here and there, Caroline smiled as I entered the room and patted a chair beside her, crossing the room I sat in the indicated place.

"Okay," Caroline said loudly a few minutes later "shall we get this show on the road."

People took their places and the meeting got under way, across the room I could see Mitsy ready to take notes.

"Firstly I'd like to introduce our newest member," Caroline said "this is Andrew West, he's acting as my assistant."

I took her cue, stood up, and nodded to the gathering receiving a smile and a greeting from each of them.

"Now then, Andrew is a little shy," she said to my surprise "so I want you all to help him to settle in. Now on to business, the layout for everything but Candid seems fine, I'm a little concerned that we may be a little too serious in our approach in Candid. Comments?"

There were plenty of comments, everyone seemed to have their own idea on how the magazine Candid should be put together, while the discussion raged around me I flicked through a pre-publication copy of the mag and was immediately struck at how matter-of-factly it was laid out, more like a text book. It seemed to me that a few cartoons in the headings and perhaps a couple of lighter articles would improve the thing immensely, the room fell silent and I looked up in surprise, everyone was looking at me and I suddenly felt nervous.

"You've been looking through the magazine Andrew," Caroline said gently "what do you think?"

"Uh, well," I said licking my lips nervously "the first thing that struck me is that it seems so dry, like a text book. Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I gain the impression that Candid is meant to be an informative publication."

"You are essentially correct." a man I had heard called Martin replied.

"That being the case" I went on "the first thing to do is to grab the reader's interest. I haven't had time to read the articles, but the headings give no clue to the content, I would have thought that they should."

"Hmm," Caroline commented, "go on Andrew."





The New Boy



"Well," I shuffled in my chair "it did occur to me that a cartoon or a picture or the like beside the title would perhaps attract the reader's eye. The article could also be broken up in the same way so it isn't just lines of text. Certain points could be emphasized by either changing the print style or colour."

"Anything else?" Caroline encouraged me.

"It occurred to me that a few lighter articles, more humorously written, would make the reading easier and more enjoyable." I responded.

I fell silent and looked around the room, feeling very self-conscious I looked at Caroline; she smiled at me then addressed the others.

"Four very interesting and excellent points," she said, "one of the major complaints we've had from our dwindling number of readers is how serious Candid was. Martin, Grace and Linda, I'd like you to do a layout based on Andrew's ideas, don't go over the top, but see if a few changes will brighten up the magazine. Let Andrew have your revised draft edition as soon as you can. Okay let's move on to the planned photo-sessions for next month."

Relieved at not having to contribute further to the discussions yet shocked at the thought that I was going to have to pass judgement on work done by more experienced people I sat back and listened to the rest of the meeting. At four the meeting came to an end, rising with the others I prepared to make a dash to my office, however it was not to be, first the three that had been assigned the task of revamping Candid came over and congratulated me on my constructive suggestions. After them the others came over in ones and two's and wished me well, soon only Caroline, Mitsy and I were left in the room and I was feeling a lot better.

"Well done Andrew." Caroline smiled as we walked out of the meeting room together "It looks as though you are going to be just fine. Come into my office and we'll talk about your first day."

A little nervous I went into her office and sat in one of the chairs, to my surprise she sat beside me in another chair, Mitsy came in and Caroline ordered coffee.

"So how do you feel now?" Caroline asked as we sipped our coffee.

"A lot less nervous than I did this morning." I replied.

"That's good." she smiled "Mitsy tells me you spent the morning studying the files I left in your cabinets, it's good to see you take an interest like that. Anyway, you did well at the meeting; your ideas were not only simple but also workable and inexpensive. There's little more to do today, but tomorrow I want you to join me at a photo-session then I want your help with some paperwork. I'll get Mitsy to dig out some back-issues, you can study them tonight and get a better idea of what we do."

We finished our coffee and I went back to my office, Mitsy smiled at me as I passed through her office, ten minutes later she came in with a box of magazines.

"Caroline said you should have a look at these." Mitsy grinned putting the box on my desk "Have fun with them."

At five I picked up the box and stepped out of my office, Mitsy was just leaving with Caroline and I joined them in the lift, as we left the building I wished them a goodnight and went off to catch my bus home.

That evening, after dinner, I settled down on my sofa and began to read through the thirty or so magazines in the box, it was the most pleasurable home-work I'd ever had, but at the same time it left me feeling frustrated. Most of the articles were exciting in one way or another and the pictures were a real turn-on, what I found most interesting though were the readers letters, most of which seemed more like fantasies than real events. At about midnight I went to bed and dreamt of naked women, when I woke there was a damp patch on the bed, wet dreams were the nearest I ever came to sex. Quickly I changed the sheets, showered and dressed for the day ahead, after a quick breakfast I took up the box and my gym kit and left for work.

Once again I arrived early, this time by only an hour, Candy arrived only minutes after me and greeted me cheerily. The first thing I did was to take the box up to my office where I dumped it, and then I went down to the gym, changed and started a gentle workout.

"Hello Andrew." a voice said as I was in the middle of a set of bench presses.

Looking in the direction of the voice I nearly dropped the weights I was holding, it was Mitsy, she was dressed in a very tight, semi-transparent leotard, her curvy figure filling the outfit fantastically.

"Hello Mitsy." I said averting my eyes.

To calm myself I carried on with the bench presses, out of the corner of my eye I saw Mitsy using one of the machines and I wished I had the nerve to turn and watch her. Just before I finished my set Mitsy moved from her machine and out of my cone of vision, with a last thrust I raised the weights, hooked them back onto the stand and went to sit up. From no-where Mitsy appeared minus her clothes, I gaped wide-eyed and mouthed at her luscious body, she straddled the bench on which I lay, reaching down she tugged my shorts down my legs to reveal my swiftly growing cock. Sitting on my stomach she leant forward and kissed me, stunned I lay there like a dummy for a while before returning her kiss, I felt her sliding her lower body down to my groin and gasped into her mouth as my cock came to rest in the slit of her pussy. I couldn't believe what was happening as Mitsy raised herself, wriggled a little then lowered herself onto my by now erect tool, in a dream I reached up and fondled her boobs, savouring the feel of her warm, pliant flesh and her hard, bullet like nipples. Slowly she began to ride me, her pussy sliding up and down moistly on my cock, as I became more aroused by her actions I became more daring, tweaking her nipples gently with my fingers and raising my lower body in time to her thrusts. Within a few minutes Mitsy started to shake, her pussy clenching on my hard flesh, soon after that she collapsed on my chest yet her pussy still slid up and down my shaft. Some minutes later I felt my balls tighten and with a groan I thrust myself up into her pussy and let my seed spurt into her quivering, straining body, for a few moments we lay locked together then she began moving again, only stopping when my prick began to go limp. Getting off me Mitsy smiled, I smiled back and sat up, together we made our way to the showers and cleaned each other then dried each other all without a word, we seemed to be surrounded by an intimacy that needed no words. We dressed and walked from the gym.

"Thank you." I finally said to her while we were in the lift.

"It was my pleasure." Mitsy laughed, "After all it isn't often that a girl gets the chance to initiate a virgin."

To my amazement I felt no inclination to blush, in fact that brief moment of intimacy seemed to have rid me of my curse of shyness, only time would tell if this was true. The new, confident me was put to the test almost immediately, as we stepped out of the lift Lisa greeted the pair of us then spoke directly to me, her eyes gazing into mine.

"How are you settling in?" she asked.

"Quite well," I grinned "I think I have the feel of things this morning."

Mitsy laughed and walked off to her office leaving me with the sexy Lisa.

"I am glad to hear that." Lisa grinned "Perhaps we could get together at lunch time and 'discuss' how you 'feel' in more detail."

"I'd like that very much." I replied "I'll see you later."

Making my way to my office I noticed that Mitsy had vanished, a few minutes later she came into my office with a cup of coffee for me.

"I see Lisa has her sights on you." she grinned putting the cup on my desk.

"You don't mind do you?" I asked suddenly concerned.

"Not at all," Mitsy laughed "you'll find us a very close little organization in every sense of the word."

"Thank you again for this morning." I said relieved.

"Would you like the same tomorrow morning?" she asked cheekily.

"It's better than a work-out." I grinned "Yes I would like to 'exercise' with you tomorrow."

Laughing she left the office, as she closed the door I heard her greet Caroline, smiling I picked up my cup and sipped the hot brew, a few minutes later my intercom buzzed and Caroline asked me to join her in my office.

"Good-morning Andrew," Caroline smiled at me as I entered her office "how are you this morning?"

"I'm fine," I grinned "very good in fact."

"Excellent," she laughed rising from her desk "in which case I need to discuss the photo-session with you."

Coming around the desk Caroline sat on the edge of it, raised her dress and revealed that she had no knickers on, I looked at her naked pussy then at her face, what I saw was an open invitation. Rising from my chair I crossed the few feet that separated us, knelt between her legs and placed my mouth on her pussy, slowly, savouring every moment, I licked her pussy from end to end, then I probed my tongue into her hole, lapping at her flowing juices. Raising a hand I found her clit with my thumb and began teasing it, Caroline moaned gently and thrust her pussy tight to my mouth, one of her hands falling to the back of my head to hold me in place as licked her to a climax. Standing a number of minutes later I opened my flies and pulled out my erect prick, there was no hesitation in my actions as I pressed it to her eager pussy and slid it's full length into her. Caroline gasped into another orgasm as I began to pump into her, my movements hard and fast, she fell back on the desk as I fucked her, her moans, groans and sighs echoing around the room and when I eventually thrust into her and filled her with my hot juices Caroline cried out. After a few more thrusts I pulled my satiated cock from her pussy and stepped back to gaze at her, she lay quivering, my juices just starting to seep from her pussy, then she shuddered and sat up.

"I see some-one got to you before I did." she gasped, "Jesus I feel stuffed."

A giggle came from the intercom and I looked at it in surprise, at some point Caroline must have flicked the switch connecting her to Mitsy's desk, rather than embarrassed at this discovery I felt turned on by it. Reluctantly I cleaned my cock with a tissue and stuffed it back inside my clothes, Caroline cleaned herself up and went back behind her desk.

"Mitsy," she said into the intercom "I wish you would let me know when I've activated the intercom accidentally."

"And miss all the fun." Mitsy laughed back.

"There is that to it." Caroline laughed, "Anyway, could we have some coffee, I really need it."

"I thought you'd just had 'it'," Mitsy replied "but I'll get you a coffee as well."

Caroline switched off the intercom with a laugh which, to my surprise, I found myself joining in, my second day was fast turning into an erotic adventure and I was sure there would be more to come when I met Lisa at lunch time. Mitsy came in a few minutes later with the coffee and a cheeky grin.

"He's good isn't he?" Mitsy laughed.

"So it was you who got to him first," Caroline responded with a giggle "I might have known."

"Well you can always try me out together." I said tongue in cheek.

"What a good idea," Caroline laughed "but after lunch I think, we've a photo-session to attend first."

I can't say I was too surprised by her reply or the smug grin Mitsy gave as she left the room, I hoped I'd have enough strength left after my lunch-break with Lisa. While we drank our coffee Caroline told me about the photo-session that morning, it seemed that the model was a right prima-donna expecting everyone and everything to revolve around her, unfortunately she was popular with the readers and knew it. Boy did she know it as I quickly discovered when I followed Caroline into the studio; the star of the session was throwing a wobbly and refusing to pose. Caroline rushed over and diplomatically tried to sort out the problem, which apparently was to do with the wardrobe, it took a while, but eventually it seemed the session was to go ahead. I stood near Caroline listening and marvelling at the way she handled the model, Donna, as things calmed down I noticed Donna looking my way from time to time. Finally the session got under way, the photographer calling out the poses and Donna, who I must admit was a sexy looking woman, assuming the pose if it suited her. Caroline and I stood behind the photographer and watched; Caroline was waiting to step in at the first sign of a blow-up from Donna.

"I'd really like to swing for that cow." Caroline confided to me as the session reached the half way point "The problem is replacing her."

On the set Donna had decided that it was time to throw a tantrum, the excuse she used was a noise from the dressing rooms.

"How can I work with all these distractions!" she screeched shrewishly.

That was it, everything came to a stop, the photographer threw up his hands and went off into a corner to sulk, the crew moved away from the scene of activity and Caroline moved in on Donna. This time though Donna was not going to be mollified, she wanted some grand scale grovelling before she would continue and I could see that Caroline was torn between giving Donna what she wanted and giving her a good clout.

"For a professional model" I said loudly as I moved to stand beside Caroline "you do seem very amateurish."

Donna's voice cut off in mid-screech, her eyes bored into me as I calmly returned her gaze, I had nothing to lose and I was not going to back down.

"After all," I continued now I had her full attention "if it wasn't for the people around you today you'd be no-where. I would have thought all these tantrums would have become a trifle boring by now."

"I have never..." Donna spluttered.

"You must have." I interrupted "If it was up to me I turn you over my knee and give you a good spanking."

Donna stared at me wide-eyed and open mouthed; I saw a hint of something in her eyes that encouraged me.

"So," I said smartly "can we get on with the session without further interruptions?"

To everybody's surprise, including my own, Donna meekly submitted with a nod of her head and moved back onto the set, the photographer and crew got back to work and within a minute the session was back in full swing.

"I would never have believed it." Caroline whispered to me as we watched the rest of the session "How on earth did you work it out?"

"I didn't," I grinned "I just had nothing to lose, if I upset her and got the elbow I'd just find another post for my year in industry. I was just as surprised as everyone else when she knuckled under so easily."

"It seems that the way to handle Donna is to be strict with her," Caroline mused quietly "we were making her worse by pandering to her. I'll remember that in future."

The session ended and to the amazement of everybody Donna went around to each person and apologised for the way she had acted, shaking her head in disbelief Caroline left the studio with me in tow. It was nearing lunchtime and as Caroline and I passed the upper reception desk Lisa grinned at me.

"I hope you're hungry." she laughed.

Caroline laughed as we continued on to her office; I gave a wry grin at her comment as we entered her office.

"I see you are making up for lost time." She laughed.

We sat on the sofa and she showed me the pile of paperwork we had to get through, winking she decided that we would start in on it after lunch, I wondered whether I'd still be able to concentrate after lunch. As I had that thought Mitsy came in with some coffee, sitting on the sofa on the other side of me she grinned knowingly.

"Lisa is chomping at the bit out there," she said with a straight face "I'm sure she is anticipating chomping on something else."

Caroline informed Mitsy of my assignation and the pair of them started to bet on how I would be by the time Lisa got through with me, before that morning I would have been blushing and squirming listening to such a conversation about me, now I just grinned and listened to their banter. Lunchtime came and I rose to go off for my meeting.

"Good luck." Mitsy grinned cheekily up at me.

"It sounds as though I'm going to need it." I replied as I opened the office door.

Lisa was indeed chomping at the bit; immediately I reached her she grabbed my arm possessively and almost dragged me of to one of the studios. Before I'd recovered from the trip Lisa was tearing at my trousers, pushing them and my pants down my legs then shoving me onto my back, I'd barely managed to say 'oof' when her mouth closed around my cock. While sucking my cock to full erection and beyond Lisa pushed and tugged at her own clothing until both her pussy and her boobs were naked, at that point she released my prick from her mouth, straddled me and engulfed it with her pussy. Not that I was complaining one bit, the sensation of her tongue and mouth on my flesh had sent shivers of delight through my body and when she began thrusting her pussy on my cock I matched her movements with glee. As I felt my balls tighten in preparation to shoot their load Lisa began bucking, her voice rose in cries of pleasure and as I buried myself deep inside her pussy and filled her with my hot juices Lisa's cries became louder. Breathless we lay together a while later recovering, half the lunch hour was gone and I was wondering if I'd have time to eat when Lisa sat up, leant over and sucked my prick. Groaning with pleasure I reached out and found her clit and while she sucked me back to erection I finger her to distraction, once again Lisa moved to fuck me as soon as she was sure my tool would stay hard, but this time I was going to be in control. Surging to my feet I grabbed Lisa around the waist and moved her onto her hands and knees, with one hard thrust I entered her from behind, one hand teased her nipples while the other teased her clit. Soon she was climaxing, her body bucking against me as I thrust into her mercilessly, her cries loud and exciting as they echoed around the studio and then I had my own climax. With a last thrust I buried my prick and groaned as my seed erupted deep inside her pussy, for a moment I remained still, and then began to once more pump into her. A few minutes later I pulled my shrinking prick from her pussy and stood there panting, Lisa collapsed as I withdrew from her to lie shuddering on the floor, gently I reached down and helped her to her feet and guided her to the studio bathroom where we cleaned ourselves up. Quickly we rearranged our clothing and headed back to the office arriving just as the lunch break ended, with a smile I left the knackered Lisa at her desk and made my way to Caroline's office only to find that neither she or Mitsy were there. Shrugging my shoulders I turned to go to my office and Caroline rushed breathlessly into the office, I grinned at her as I noticed a couple of her buttons were undone.

"Have a nice break?" I asked all innocence.

Caroline grinned at me, looked to where my eyes were and hastily closed the offending buttons, looking up at me she stuck out her tongue and laughed. Crossing to her desk she picked up the pile of papers and sat on the sofa, I sat beside her and prepared myself for the work to come, then the door opened and Mitsy came in, she was carrying a large tray of sandwiches and coffee, which she put on the desk.

"What did you do to Lisa?" Mitsy asked, "She looks knackered."

"Oh, not a lot," I grinned "a couple of times over."

Mitsy laughed, shook her head and left the room and Caroline and I got down to work, helping ourselves to a sandwich from time to time.

Over the next few days I think I had or was had by every female employee in the building plus four of the models, thankfully the work was not taxing as my concentration faded as the days progressed. By the end of my first week I was knackered, mind you some of the ladies were none too fresh, but it seemed to me that I wasn't going to last the year unless I got a break. Then came the second week and the break I needed, it seemed, or so Caroline explained, that the excesses of the first were a sort of initiation ceremony every new employee endured (smilingly), no-one knew how or when the tradition started, but it was certainly a tradition I backed whole heartedly. Not that it meant the end of my adventures, it took a certain type of person to work in the company, randy and uninhibited, and, thanks to Mitsy, Caroline and all the rest I had become that type of person.




The New Boy



The year I spent there passed so quickly I never even noticed it and it was with regret that I returned to college for my final year. The exams were, as they had been since time immemorial, a nerve-wracking experience that I just about survived and before the results were published I applied to Caroline for a job. I learnt the results of my exams and had a reply from Caroline on the same day, I got a degree with honours and Caroline offered me the job as her assistant full time, of the two the job offer was the most pleasing. I start next week and I'm making sure that I get plenty of protein before my first day on the job; after all I would be the new boy again!



The New Boy



She stepped out from the shower, reaching for a towel with which to dry herself. Checking in the mirror, she saw a woman in her prime, 42 years of age, definitely in need of a gym she reflected woefully. Going through to the bedroom, she went to a cupboard and selected various items to put on. Stockings first and then a black velvet basque. Long silk opera gloves encased her scarlet talons...for now. Donning a long black skirt, slit to the thigh, a red silk shirt and 3" high heeled stiletto shoes, she walked to the door.

Today, she was to collar a new sub. He had survived her detailed scrutiny and had been accepted for formal training. She had arranged to meet him on neutral territory for this first encounter alone. Later, once she assessed his full potential, he would be caged in her dungeon until she had need of him.

Parking the car in the parking space outside the brasserie in town, Madame Katya took a last look in the mirror before climbing out and locking the door. He was there already, obviously anxious to make a good impression, she thought as she went in.

Nervous, he jumped up as she strode towards him. "H-hello" he stammered. She frowned. "Sit" 

He sat.

"My name is Madame Katya. You either greet me as Madame or Ma'am. It is of no importance to me. What is important however is that you use some form of respectful title when speaking to me. Is that clear?"

Crimsoning, he seemed to shrink in the chair. "Y-yes Madame" he said, furious with himself for making a mistake so early. "Good" She smiled at him. "Just relax. We are here to discuss your training. I want a well mannered and well trained sub and you seem," she paused for effect, "to be the right person for the position." He smiled a little at that and sat up higher in the chair. 

A waiter hovered at their table, not sure if they wanted to order, so Katya raised an eyebrow at her prospective sub and asked "Do you drink, boy?"

"Soft drinks only Madame, thank you. I find it easier to concentrate that way." 

"Two mineral water with lemon if you please" she commanded of the waiter, who rushed off to do her bidding. "Now boy, I take it you have arrived as per my instructions?" Katya looked directly into his eyes, almost hypnotic in her manner as she waited for his answer, "yes Madame. I am naked except for these outer clothes and I am cock-tied with a single length of cord left available above my trousers for you to use as a leash." Blushing bright red, his answer was almost whispered as he checked around to see if anyone was within earshot. "Good. I shall inspect it before we go. I want to make sure it is properly secure." Katya looked up as the waiter, panting slightly, returned and poured their drinks. Laying a note on his tray, she waved his thanks away as one might swat a fly. Silence descended as they sipped their drinks, she totally at ease, he glancing around nervously as if to see if anyone could view through their everyday stance to the exciting and intensely erotic enactment underneath.

Some time later, having made several pertinent enquiries about experience and limits, Katya rose. "Come" she said and led the way through to the toilets at the back of the brasserie. He followed her eagerly, wanting to start the next stage of his journey. The back of the brasserie was just like any other public gathering place. The toilets divided into male and female on either side of a dank unwelcoming corridor. Pushing him through the door marked 'Ladies' she demanded that he drop his trousers for her inspection to take place.

Leading him back through the packed brasserie, Katya tugged on the leash, hard. Emitting a low groan, the boy rushed closer to his captor, sweat standing out on his forehead. People looking up from their drinks caught sight of a very red-faced young man being pulled along by a woman who looked as if she had hold of his belt-strap. Shrugging their shoulders at the strange ways of the human race, they resumed their conversations.

"There now that wasn't so bad was it?" Katya smirked at the obvious humiliation in the boy's face as they left the building. "You wanted to be mine to do with as I chose; now you learn." Opening the passenger door, Katya pointed inside the car "Get in, my little slut." The boy quickly got in, thankful to be out of the public eye once more.

Once inside the car herself, Katya reached across and swiftly undid the boy's trousers. She slid them down under his buttocks and let them drop to his ankles in the foot well of the car. He looked across at her in astonishment. His cock stood hard and proud, covered from base to rim by the cord, with his balls separated beneath. More sweat appeared on his brow as he realised he was to stay like this for the drive to wherever his new Mistress took him.

Katya reached for the leash she had used earlier and quickly tied it tight around the gear stick. The boy's cock now pointed like an oversized finger towards the gear stick, taut and twitching slightly. Katya just smiled and started the car. Pulling away from the kerb, Katya knew that every time she changed gear, it would be either torment or pleasure for her boy, depending on whether it was further or nearer to his body. She had his undivided attention the rest of the way home...



The New Boy



She hated waiting. She especially hated waiting in line. She most especially hated waiting in line at the post office. Still she had parcels to post so she had no choice, but to wait. So she waited on the postal worker to wave her over to the next available window.

Fortunately the line was not all that long today. She stood quietly, motionless as she looked at her fellow waiters. She noticed one young man just ahead of her. He seemed agitated or nervous or something, he could not stand still. He was a very attractive although a much younger man than she knew she should have been observing. As if he had sensed her eyes on him, he turned to face her and smiled slightly. She acknowledged the smile with a smile of her own. He then resumed his original position facing forward in the line.

There were suddenly more windows open and the line dwindled fast as each customer was handled quickly to conclude transactions before the office closed for the day. In the sudden rush she lost sight of him and his presence slipped her mind until she made her way to the parking lot for her car.

It was autumn so the sky darkened quickly and the parking lot lights were on, she had parked beneath one so her car was easy to spot. Apparently the young man was parked near her because they walked towards the same area.

She got to her car just as he stood next to the car that was directly in front of hers. There was an awkward moment of silence as they stood and stared at each other. Finally he spoke.

"Hi, nice night, huh?" He said, a slight smile playing across his lips.

"Yes, yes it is." She said, wondering why he had even initiated a contact.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be forward but I noticed you inside and caught myself thinking that you were a very attractive woman. Someone I would like to talk to, if that's alright?" He stood there in a very non-threatening stance and seemed eager to engage her in conversation.

She was momentarily speechless. She had always been told she was pretty but had never considered what that really meant to those that had said it. She considered herself rather average. Average height. Average weight. Average looks. Just you're average over 40 brunette.

She took a closer look at him. He was obviously younger than she was, rather tall, slender with long hair to his shoulders and a full, yet neatly trimmed beard. His coloring was typical of the blondes, fair skinned and light eyes.

He broke her inventory by saying, "Again, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, it's just that..."

She interrupted with "Oh, it's alright, it's not often a young man approaches me like this."

His smile widened as he asked, "Well, then let me take this one step further and ask if you'd consider joining me for a coffee at that restaurant across the street?"

This took her aback and as she tried to come up with a response, he walked towards her. She wasn't sure if she was to be flattered or alarmed. They were strangers. It was getting darker by the minute and the parking lot was clearing out leaving her alone with this man.

Finally, she spoke, "Well, ordinarily I don't just go off with someone I just met but for some reason, I think I'll make you the exception. I do think we should re-park our cars in that lot though. I'll meet you there in a moment." She got into her car as he hurriedly returned to his.

They pulled up next to each other in the lot. Neither one spoke as they entered the restaurant, found a table and sat waiting on the waitress. In a few minutes she came and took their order of just coffee.

She sat still and quiet while he sat grinning and twisting his napkin nervously.

This time she broke the silence by saying, "So do you want to start with the usual, like name and occupation?"

"Oh, sure. My name is Michael and I'm photographer." He told her obligingly.

"Well, hello, Michael the photographer, my name is Nancy and I'm a professional dominatrix." She giggled as his mouth dropped.

The awkwardness of the moment was diverted by the arrival of their coffee.

Michael seemed to become intensely involved in getting his coffee creamed and sugared just right, his eyes averted from her face. He even blushed.

She assumed she had embarrassed him and said, "So its my turn to apologize, eh? I'm not what most people expect and from the look on your face, red cheeks and all, certainly not what you were expecting me to say."

"No. No, its not that...uh, what may I call you?" He said, his eyes downcast and his physical presence much more subdued than before.

Nancy took this to mean he was asking her permission to address as a domme and said, "Well, then Michael, Mistress is just fine, but I'm off the clock so to speak.'' Again, she giggled like a young girl.

He glanced up at her and said, "Oh, yes of course, I understand, I think. Being a domme is your profession, something someone would have to pay you for doing. I, well, I..I don't know what to say". He seemed to deflate into his seat.

Well, this is becoming rather interesting, she thought. Her usual clientele were older men and a few women that paid handsomely for her services as a dominatrix. She was quite proud of the reputation she had carefully built up over the years in her community of like-minded people. Not one for needing to be limited to one relationship, she had some long timers but more first time clients. This had gotten her to be known as "The Cherry Popper".

"So how acquainted are you with the BDSM community, young Michael?" She asked, looking directly into his face.

"Uh, well. I've no direct experience, yet. Its just something I've sort of kept up with for a while mostly online. You know the websites and chatrooms." As he spoke, he kept eyes downcast.

"Alright. So the terminology is not strange to you but you've not actually submitted to anyone, right?" She asked as she watched his body reactions more intently.

He continued to not meet her gaze and said, "Yes, Mistress. So maybe our meeting is kismet in some way. Maybe you are the one to show me what it's like in real life? Again, I hope I've not presumed too much. If so, I beg your indulgence, Mistress."

"Uh, huh. I think you should understand I have a certain reputation in my community, one that might be altered if I were to engage in a non-professional, meaning free, relationship with someone. Still you do intrigue me. Maybe its time we took this conversation somewhere more private? And also, keep this less formal than I would ordinarily when cultivating a new client. You may call me Mistress if you like but I'm in the mood to be a bit more lenient and less structured than usual." She was pleased to see him raise his face to her and look her in the eye.

"Yes, something less intense than the traditional sounds more like what I could handle for now." He motioned for the waitress to bring them the bill. He paid at the register and then followed her out to their cars.

Nancy suggested they meet at a motel not far from there, a place she had used before for trysts. She got into her car and drove off without waiting for a response from him. She smiled slightly as she looked at him through her rearview mirror as he watched her drive away. This would be the first test. Whether he would follow or drive off.

It didn't take long for him to pull up beside her in the motel parking lot. She stayed in her car and motioned for him to come to her window.

"You play, you pay." She said in an even tone.

He went to the office and paid for a room. Then he walked down the sidewalk to a room at the end. She was right behind him.

"Sit in the chair by the window". She said as they entered the room together.

He did as he was told. She drew the curtains closed and sat on the bed facing him.

"It has been a very long time since I had vanilla experience with someone but I think it would be appropriate now. I'm in no mood to domme today. What I do want is to be pleasured by a man who knows what he is doing and will do whatever it takes to make sure I am completely satisfied. So this is a kind of test of you as a lover. If the sex is good enough then maybe that might lead to something more like what I ordinarily do. Are you still interested? Just having sex?"

"Uh, yes. I would be very happy to please you, Mistress, I mean Nancy." He said, a bit of a tremor in his voice.

"Well, then. I will be a bit directive, I just can't help myself, so first things first. Take off your clothes. Slowly, introduce yourself to me a little bit at a time. Would you prefer music or silence?" She settled back into the bed waiting for the show.

"Uh, I think quiet is fine.'' Michael said as he unbuttoned his shirt. He stood at the foot of the bed removing one article of clothing at a time until he was naked from head to toe.

She was duly impressed by his well toned, muscled body and an obviously rising erection. His cock was what she would have expected on a man his size. Although rather noteworthy for the speed at which it became hard.

"Now I want you to use your hands on yourself. Start by using both hands to touch and caress your face. Then work your way down your body, slowly. Stop just before you reach your cock. I want you to focus on how it feels to you."

Michael put his hands to his face, touching his mouth, for a moment his fingers lingered on his lips. Then his hands continued down pausing at his nipples that were now also hard and erect. Slowly his hands drifted to his hips and he stopped, his breathing having become deeper and more irregular.

"Tell me what you are feeling, Michael."

"I...feel aroused by my own touch. I ...feel like I need more than this. I...I'm wondering.."

"Quiet! Michael, this is about feeling. This is about self-awareness. A true lover knows his own body well first. Now, masturbate as if you were alone."

He looked up at her quickly. Confused. He started to speak and she shushed him.

"Michael, jerk off! I know you know how. You must stop short of cumming though. So, begin..."

Hesitantly, he grabbed his cock, stroking it.

"You must focus on the sensations. You must become aware of your need to cum. But you must not cum until I allow it. Understand?"

"Oh, uh, yes." He said as he stroked himself, eyes closed, his whole body posture changing in response to the self-pleasuring.

She could tell he was close to cumming. "Michael, now come here onto the bed with me, do not take your hands off your cock, least not yet."

He clambered onto the bed awkwardly next to her. She arranged him so he was lying down as she straddled him just below his hard, erect cock.

"Now watch me, Michael. Do not take your hands off yourself but stop stroking and watch me."

Once she had sat on the bed when they first entered the room, she had removed her heels. She wore a simple, black, knit wrap dress, which came off quickly. His eyes widened in appreciation of her lingerie. Black silk bra and thong. She slipped out of her bra and unsnapped the sides of the thong. Then she was naked on him in a cowgirl like position.

By the look on his face it was apparent he was almost to the edge of no return by seeing her bountiful breasts unbound and having her discretely shaven cunt so close to his cock. He was moaning as if in pain from the denial of his need to fuck her.

"Oh, I think we are ready to proceed. I want you to touch me with your mouth and hands as I hover over you." She moved her breasts over his face as his hands found her. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged the other breast.

She quit talking as she got lost in the process of moving over him, giving him access to her body with his hands and mouth. He was very skilled in making her feel pleasure by kissing, sucking and stroking every inch of her body she presented to him as he lay there.

At different times in all this movement she could feel his still rock hard cock rubbing or poking against her.

Then she motioned for him to move down so she could straddle his face. She wanted his tongue in her cunt.

He quickly obliged and greedily kissed and licked her wet pussy. Covering her mound with his mouth and massaging her ass with his hands. She came hard on his face. He responded by probing her cunt deeper with his tongue and fingering her clit until she spurted in his mouth.

Now she wanted him inside her, so she repositioned herself to ride his cock. It was not long before his was bucking up hard, groaning.

Barely audible, through gritted teeth, she spoke. "Michael, you must ask my permission to cum."

She intentionally slowed the rhythm down, holding off his release, taking full advantage of his cock deep inside her. Tightening and releasing her inner muscles, rubbing her clit hard against him, she came again and again. Sensing his was about to burst from need, she slowed her pace just a bit.

Barely able to speak he pleaded, 'Nancy, oh Mistress, Nancy..please. Please. Let me cum..."

And then she said, "Yes, Michael. Cum for me! Now. Cum for me!"

Michael's body tensed as he bucked up furiously, slamming into her cunt, finally releasing his load, he grunted "Thank you, Mistress".

They lay next to each without speaking. She was thinking, as her breathing returned to normal, that it had indeed been a long time since she'd had sex without any restraints or toys. Simply being directive. It was better than she had remembered but still the thought of using Michael with her usual bag of tricks made her shudder with anticipation.

"Michael, you are naturally a good lover. You do know what to do with your body to please someone. I think this could just be the beginning of something very special. I can teach you more but you have to be willing to learn. Are you willing to learn? To submit yourself to me?"

"Yes, Mistress. Yes! I will do whatever you ask of me. I want only to please you, Mistress!"

"Well, then. You are now my private pupil. My special pet project. This is not to be a public arrangement. No need to change how my paying clientele see me. As soon as you leave here, go someplace to purchase a cellphone exclusively for our use. Then call me with that number." She grabbed a notepad and pen out of the nightstand and wrote her phone number for him. "This is a private line. When we meet it will be either here or someplace like this. You will always arrive first and pay for the room."

Nancy went to the bathroom to clean up and dress leaving Michael to dress in the room.

They stood at the foot of the bed, embrace quickly and she kissed his cheek.

"Oh, Michael. You are going to be my very good boy now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress. Yes, I will be your very good boy."

She slapped his butt playfully as they left the room. 



The New Boy at Work



5-13-14

The New boy At Work

He kept pushing me... Flirting with me... Giving me those sly winks and little comments...

And there's only so much a man can take, after all.

Of course that went on all of the time. Working where we did... I won't say where... being around the people that we had to deal with day after day... some of them little more than animals... you learned to develop a kind of twisted sense of humor. The kind of humor that would make so-called "normal" people quite a bit uncomfortable. We messed with each other all of the time, giving each other armor to keep away the shivers. It was our own twisted little coping mechanism.

One of my good friends even came up with a name for the game we played. He called it "Gay Chicken". See if you could out-freak the other guy and make him back down first.

But this... went a little beyond that.

As I said, there's only so much a man can take.

He was a little taller and a little thinner than the ones that usually catch my eye. But he was definitely pretty and I was always a sucker for the pretty ones. He had short brown hair and big wide brown eyes that he didn't let me see often enough for my liking, but there you were. His voice was deeper than his age and size intimated; almost a young country singer kind of voice, but without the prerequisite accent. Not much of an accent, anyway. I couldn't see much of how he was built under those baggy work clothes but what I could see combined with the way he stood and the way he moved I could infer that he was in pretty good shape.

Good enough shape that I would really enjoy getting my hands (and other things) on him.

Mostly I just kept my real thoughts buried deep in my head. If my true wishes and desires were known... Well, I don't think anybody would really be too surprised, but it might make things a little uncomfortable for me. This was, after all, the middle of the bible belt.

But I digress.

His name was Jacob and he was young and pretty and fairly intelligent (which is another big turn on for me) and also fairly cocky, which was going to be his downfall. Every time I tossed a challenge his way he always smiled behind those Walmart sunglasses and said "All right! Bring it on!"

I got a bit of a peek into his psyche one day completely by accident. I'd made a joke and he said "Nobody puts baby in the corner!" I gave him a mock frown, pointed and said "In the corner, young man!" He said "Awww... nuts." Then walked into the corner and stood there until I told him to come back out again. While he was there an image popped into my head of him kneeling in the corner with his hands behind his head and big red hand prints all over that snug little butt. The smile I was wearing when he turned around again made his eyes go a little wide.

The turning point, I think, was when I decided to give him a chance to bow out gracefully. I stepped close enough so he was the only one who could hear and said "If you had half a clue how much of a real pervert I was, you'd be really frightened right now." The boy just smirked at me and said "I really like that in a man."

So I decided it was going to be all out war until he gave in or ran away, whichever (or whoever) came first.

The following day he challenged me again.

I walked into the lobby to get another cup of coffee. Jacob was standing there and saw me come in. With a big smile on his face, he held out his arms to give me a hug. Of course he also saw the boss sitting in his office right there only a few yards away. Did he really think that was going to deter me from grabbing an armful of that sweet little body?

Oh hell no.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tight, then leaned into his ear and growled, deep and low in my throat, letting him know exactly how much I was enjoying that. If the boss hadn't been watching, I'd have also grabbed hold of both of his ass cheeks and given them a squeeze. I think the young man realized that and let go of me pretty quickly and turned away under the pretense of getting something out of his lunchbox.

Reaching up, I pulled down the back of his collar and ran two fingers up and down the nape of his neck, right below the hairline. Leaning close again, I whispered "When you are mine, I'll put my mark on you right there, boy." He stiffened and pulled away, his skin flushed a bright red from his neck up, his ears especially a bright pink as he gasped and stammered.

My pal Lenny let out a loud guffaw at his discomfiture. "I don't know what you just said, but whatever it was it worked! I've never seen him blush like that before!"

I counted that one in the victory column.

A few minutes later when the lad had quit blushing, he came out to the smoking area to hang out before we started shift. I told him "I'll bring you a print-out of what my mark looks like. So you can see it before I have it tattooed on there." All he could say was "I hope you have it done by a professional."

So the following day I did just that. Brought in a little folded piece of paper with three things printed on it. The first was a copy of my mark, the steampunk triskele with a little latin phrase around the outer edge. It said "In totus mores, in totus res, ergo sum Suus." Beneath that I printed the word "Interpret."

On the next line it said "CB-6000. Explain why you would wear it."

The third line said simply "Tell me your safe word."

He folded it back up and stuck in in his pocket. Gave me another inscrutable look through those sunglasses and said "All right."

I was pretty sure when he looked up any single one of those things, that would be the end of it. Especially the CB-6000. Having his stuff locked away in a little plastic tube with someone else holding the key would probably give him a case of the awful never-get-overs. Especially since I was always threatening to be mean to him.

But oh... the thought of that did make me grin...

The following two days were my days off and when I returned for my Monday Jacob was still off for his weekend. Many things had happened in between and the assignment I had given him had slipped my mind. So I was taken unawares the day after that when he walked up and handed me back my piece of paper without a word. I couldn't see his eyes behind those sunglasses, but there was a faint blush high up on his cheeks as he gave it to me. I could see Lenny watching through the corner of his eye and grinning. Being on the fringes of the whole thing had given him a good idea what was going on and he was enjoying the show immensely.

Stepping back from the crowd, I unfolded it and looked. I could see Jacobs scrawl and it took me a moment to read his handwriting.

The first line read: "A search led me to a story. Someone named kitten wearing a mark just like that. Hers read 'In all ways, in all things, I am his.' Is this you?" The word "you" was underlined several times.

The second line read: "Because you would love to tease me with it. But I don't believe you could leave me locked up for very long. I'd probably cry."

The third line read: "Red/Yellow/Green." I smiled. Obviously he had done some research.

Leaning over the end of the table, I got out my pen. Under the question on the first line I wrote: "Yes, it is me. Go back and read the whole story and leave a comment."

Under the second line I wrote: "Yes I would and probably not, but I'd enjoy making you cry."

Under third line I wrote simply: "Good boy."

Folding the paper back up, I stepped back over to the lad and held it out, waiting for him to take it. As he did I smiled and said "Good boy." He blushed again then when he stepped away to read my responses, and even deeper as he thrust it into his pocket.

Watching from the sidelines, Lenny laughed again.

Of course those were almost exactly the responses I had been looking for. It was almost as if I'd written this story line myself, it was so perfect.

As I turned away to head off to work, I said "I gave you another assignment. Tomorrow evening at the latest, boy." He muttered something behind my back as I walked away. It was probably just my imagination pairing itself with my hopes, but it sounded just like he said "Yes, sir."

The following morning before I left for work I checked the site where I published my stories on the off chance the young man had actually gotten on there. I was pleasantly surprised to see not only had he commented on the story I directed him to, but all 17 of the others as well!

Holy snap, he must have been up all night. I'd have to find a suitable way to reward him for his efforts. Or tease him.

Either way I'm sure it would be enjoyable.

I was about halfway to work before I realized that I had a wolf-like leer plastered across my lips. Those people that I worked with often knew that smile, though none of them really knew what it meant. Some of them would see it and laugh.

Some of them would see it and be a little bit nervous.

When I was in that mood I had that effect on some people. That smile meant something was going to happen, either good or bad. But whatever it was, I was planning on enjoying it immensely.

So I got inside and went on the hunt. The young man and I never worked in the same place. He was usually on one side of the place and I was on the other and I only had a few minutes each day to interact with him. If we both got in early enough, I had maybe fifteen minutes.

Of course I was really hoping that was going to change soon.

And there he was, right where I expected him to be. Out in the smoking area hanging out with Lenny and all of the others, waiting to start work. My grin grew even wider. Lenny noticed the smile and his eyes got a little wider and he smiled, waiting for it.

Setting my lunchbox down on the table, I stepped behind the young man and grabbed him by the ear. As he squawked, I said "Excuse me, I need to borrow this lad for a moment." The others laughed and Jacob followed me protesting, obviously not wanting to get separated from his ear. I towed him away from the others into the corner and as I let go of his ear his head came up and I snatched his sunglasses off of his face. Those big brown eyes went wide and I put a hand into his chest and pushed him back into the corner, gently but quite firmly.

"Did you really stay up and read all of those stories?" He was halfway between being startled and being mad and the question caught him of guard.

"Yes, I did!" I saw his jaw set as he tried to rally his defenses. I stared at him for just a moment then replied "Good boy. I can tell that you did. You look tired."

"And did you enjoy them?" His eyes shifted away and he just shrugged. I leaned closer and lowered my voice into a growl. "Did you play with yourself afterward, Jacob?" He turned a deep red and said nothing. I leaned even closer and hissed. "Did you?" He had backed as far into the corner as he could go and I could see from his body language that he was real close to either punching me in the face or collapsing on the ground.

Deciding to give him some breathing room, I stepped back a little, while still blocking his escape from the corner and stood with my hands on my hips.

"You did, didn't you?" He still wouldn't look at me.

"Y-yes..." It was barely a whisper. I had to fight hard to keep a smile from spreading all over my face.

"Very good. That makes me extremely happy. Now..." I raised two fingers. "Two last things. One... you may read those stories as often as you want. But two..." I held out a folded slip of paper and he took it from my grip. He opened it to see my email address. "If you want to play again you have to ask my permission. Understand?" His mouth came open but nothing came out.

"Do you understand?"

"Y-yes..." I lowered my voice again.

"Yes, Sir." He blushed again and lowered his eyes.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Now let's get to work."

Slipping the earpiece of his sunglasses in between two of the buttons in his shirt, I turned abruptly and walked away, leaving him standing in the corner a bit forlorn with this "What the hell just happened?" look on his face.

One person still standing at the table whom I'm sure I don't need to name, found this hilarious.

Some days it is just seriously fun being me. You should try it at least once.

Of course I didn't get to see him again for the rest of the evening. I amused myself with imagining him arguing with himself over whether or not he was going to follow my directive or ignore it or give it lip service and lie about it or what. And on the way home my leer was replaced by a self-amused grin.

And of course there wasn't anything in my email when I got home either. It was way too soon to expect him to knuckle under. Even if he didn't do what I told him to, I had planted a seed in his mind that one day I might have control over his body like that and if he was as thoughtful as he seemed to be, I'm sure it shook him deep down inside. That thought kept me amused while I wound down before going to bed.

Then, just as I was reaching for the mouse to shut my computer down for the night, a notice popped up in one corner of my window, letting me know an email had just dropped into my inbox. I sat and stared at the little "Inbox (1)" without moving for a few moments. My mind whirled around in little circles like a dog chasing it's tail.

"Surely not." I said aloud to myself. "I'll bet it's just another spam."

I wanted to look but was afraid I'd be disappointed.

Finally I couldn't take it any more and clicked.

Holy snap. It was from him. Incredulously, I clicked it open.

There were only three words.

"So. Ummmm... please?" I chuckled loud and long before I could compose both myself and a reply.

My reply said: "The correct form is 'Please, Sir.' But yes, boy. You may. -Sir."

Seconds after I sent it a reply came back stating merely "Thank you, Sir."

With a wide smile on my face, I went off to bed. That smile stayed there all night long.

Push and pull. Dig and poke. Carrot and stick. That's what it was all about.

At some point it changed from being a game to being a real desire. I went from just wanting to make him blush and admit that he lost to actually wanting this hot bodied young man and decided that he was either going to be mine all the way or I was going to give him the biggest case of the heebie-jeebies that he had ever had in his life. If he didn't actually become my plaything he was going to look back on it like a semi truck that had almost run him over and thank god he was still standing while his whole life flashed before his eyes.

And I did have to behave myself now and then, too. I didn't want to scare him away as he was one of our best employees and I also didn't want him filing sexual harassment paperwork on me either.

So while I did let up on him now and then just to keep him off balance, I never let him forget that I was there... wanting him.

On one of his weekends his truck had gotten hit while it was parked in front of his house. The insurance company had written it off as a total loss so he had to take their check and find himself another vehicle. Jacob and his friends were discussing what he should buy and of course when you get more than two guys together in a discussion about vehicles none of them could agree on the same thing. Ford or Chevy... car or truck... back and forth.

Guy stuff.

I waited for a lull in the conversation and spoke up quietly.

"One day soon you won't need to worry about it, Jacob." They all turned and looked at me. I smiled softly with my eyes inscrutable behind my own sunglasses.

"Pretty soon you'll just ride to work with me."

Bluuuuuuuussssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Yes!

In my mind, I was pumping my fist up and down in the air and doing a victory dance.

The second evening after I had given him the directive about asking for permission to play, I didn't get a request in my email. I was a little disappointed, but I wasn't expecting one every night. The thought flitted through my mind that he might just have been humoring me that first time anyway.

I decided to let it play out and see where it went.

But the third evening there was an email in my box as soon as I got set down at my computer. It was from the lad, of course. And it said simply "Please, Sir?"

Grinning almost uncontrollably, I took a minute to formulate my reply, imagining him sitting there waiting. I so badly wanted to see the look in his eyes. I also wanted to reward him, both for asking and for being so formal in his capitalization. 

It was a small thing, but it pleased me.

After a moment, I typed a reply: "Yes boy, you may play tonight. However there are conditions. Get used to it. There will always be conditions.

First: before you play you will strip naked and kneel down on the floor with your hands behind your head, thumbs resting on that spot where my mark will go. You will count aloud to thirty. Loud enough but not so loud that someone else might hear.

After you do that, you may play.

Second: When you are done you must look up as if I was there and say (aloud once again) 'Thank you, Sir.'

When you have gotten my permission, you must do this each and every time you play, until I give you other instructions.

Enjoy yourself, My pretty boy.

-Sir"

It only took a few seconds for his reply to come back again.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

Oh, it was a very good night. And once again I slept with a smile.

Either he was just humoring me or the lad was a true submissive who had just been waiting for someone to come along and take charge of him and that sweet little body. Personally, I didn't mind that at all. I was having a lot of fun both teasing him and teasing myself with the daydream of getting my hands on him to play with. To be completely blunt and candid about it, fucking his mind was almost as good as fucking his body.

Of course I'm terribly greedy and really wanted to do both of those things.

I kept up the pressure, both at work and when he was home. Pushing until he was almost uncomfortable and then slacking off and giving him some wiggle room. One night he even got moved over to my section to replace someone who didn't show up and we spent most of the night talking about mundane things and just doing our jobs.

Most of the night, that is. I just couldn't let an opportunity like that pass me by without adding a little flavor of my own to it. I'd have hated myself in the morning if I had.

At one point we were just standing and waiting in case something happened, which was quite a bit of what we did there. Leaning casually up against a wall, I looked at the lad and gave him the slow up and down scan while he wasn't looking. I could feel a growl building in my throat and bits of my anatomy were stirring in a way which rarely happened at work.

"So tell me..." I said casually "What frightens you more? The thought that I might be serious about making you my pet or the thought that I might just be kidding?"

Without hesitation he replied "The thought that you might be kidding." As soon as those words left his lips a faint blush appeared on his cheeks and he looked away.

The noise that came out of me unbidden was a cross between a low chuckle and a growl. It sounded so sensuous that it almost startled me. I said "Good boy." then thought for a moment and quoted myself out loud. "Of course those were almost exactly the responses I had been looking for. It was almost as if I'd written this story line myself, it was so perfect."

His blush got even deeper and he had absolutely no reply to that.

While I did attempt to restrain myself at work (as much as I was able to, anyway), our email conversations were another matter entirely. Aside from the play time ritual I had given him another one to do each day before work. When he was finished getting clean in the shower I instructed him to get himself hard but told him in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to finish without permission. When he was nice and hard for me he was to kneel down in the shower, look up at me (pretending I was there) and say out loud "Your boy is hard and clean for you, Sir."




The New Boy at Work



The look of utter consternation on his face when he got to work that first day was priceless. I have a feeling it's a good thing we wear loose fitting pants to work.

I also had him clear out one corner of his bedroom for my use only. When he (politely) asked me why I explained. "If you disobey me or disappoint me, I am going to send you into that corner, pet boy. Sometimes standing and sometimes kneeling. Now... I have two requirements and one accommodation. Requirements: Put two hooks in the wall off to the side. Each at eye level for standing and kneeling. Find either a wristwatch, kitchen timer or cheap clock to hang there so that you will spend the allotted time. The second requirement is that you always keep that corner clean and available for when I send you there. The one accommodation I will make is that you will be allowed to keep a pillow on the floor there to make it easier on your knees."

I half expected some kind of argument on the point. After all, it was his room. But he merely replied "Yes, Sir." Then immediately after he sent a message that just startled me.

"Sir- I have all of those things and will have it ready in a few minutes. When I have your corner ready, may I try it out, Sir?"

Really.

Holy snap.

Could this boy be any more perfect?

I almost couldn't type fast enough. "Yes, you may, my pet boy. Provided you follow my instructions. You are not allowed to wear clothes in my corner unless given permission, so first you must strip. On your knees, shoulder width apart, hands behind your back. Five minutes, boy. Tell me when you are finished."

"Thank you, Sir."

Exactly five and a half minutes later I got another email saying "Please, Sir?" That made me smile and smile and smile. If kneeling in the corner, which was supposed to be punishment, got him that excited then my life was going to be more fun than I originally anticipated.

I almost said "Yes" immediately and had typed the first two letters when a thought stayed my hand. Another wicked smile crept across my lips. Two presses of the backspace button and I started over.

"No, pet boy. You may not."

"If you want to play tonight you must ask me in person." It only took a second for his reply and I could almost see the sad look in those big brown eyes.

"Yes, Sir."

And once again I drove to work with that wolfish smile on my face.

There he was, as he was every day. Standing out in the smoking area with his buddies, hanging out and smoking a cigarette. The poor lad had kind of a frustrated look on his face and when he saw me, a hint of color appeared high up on his cheeks. Lenny was looking back and forth between us, a supremely amused smile on his face. I don't think he really knew what was going on between us, not unless Jacob had been spilling secrets, but nevertheless he was enjoying the show from the sidelines.

Setting my lunchbox down on the end of the table, I just waited.

At first he wouldn't even look at me. He just kept his attention on something in the other direction, as if he was trying to stare a hole in the ground.

Lenny's eyes went back and forth between us, and his smile kept getting wider.

After a minute I could see Jacobs eyes darting my direction behind his sunglasses. Inscrutable behind my own darkened lenses, I just waited. The color on his cheeks deepened.

Another minute and he actually looked directly at me. A faint smile appeared on my lips and I waited. He looked away again.

Another look. I shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands as if to say "So?"

Almost imperceptibly he shook his head and I raised an eyebrow.

I waited another moment until he looked once more. I stepped back two paces from the table and crooked a finger at him then pointed to the ground by my side. I could see his eyes go wide and his blush deepen. He shook his head again. I smiled and shook my head and turned my back on him, stepping a few more paces away from the table, just looking out across the yard and enjoying the sun on my face.

Either he would or he wouldn't. It was entirely his choice. Of course it had been just that from the very beginning. I wasn't going to force him to do anything he didn't really want to do. It was a decision point that he was going to have to make up his mind about what he really wanted.

I just waited. A few of the people wandered off to start their shift. Lenny walked by and waggled his fingers at me and gave me a grin. I winked and grinned back.

Just about the time I'd decided that he had chickened out and left, I turned and there he was, eyes down on the ground and a furious blush making him red all over.

"Yes, boy?"

"Ummm... please?" he muttered.

"Please what, pet boy?"

"P-please... Sir?" I turned fully and smiled.

"Do you want to play when you get home, boy?"

"Y-yes, Sir." My smile got even wider. I leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

"You are such a good boy. So yes, you may play tonight." I raised a finger.

"However... since you told me no twice you must spend ten minutes in the corner first. Kneeling... hands behind your head. Do you understand me, pet boy?" He almost gasped.

"Y-yes, Sir!" He started to turn away and whispered "Thank you, Sir."

"Such a good boy you are, Jacob."

And with that I went off to start my day. The grin lasted until I woke up the next morning.

3

All of this was leading, of course, to the day when I could finally get my hands on him in person. To the day I could take him and make him my pet and for him to declare out loud that he was Mine. I wasn't really sure that was what he wanted. Not yet, anyway.

But I was damn sure going to give it the old college try.

So I set about driving him towards that goal. A rigorous schedule of tease and denial, while being somewhat miserly about allowing him any play time, making him work harder and harder for his release.

I'd made a collar for him. In my leisure hours I played with both leather and chainmail and I'd learned a way to combine the two, making a leather collar that was connected on the sides with lengths of brass and copper rings that looked pretty cool and felt pretty awesome against your skin. One day I brought it into work in my coat pocket and, after getting my young pet alone for a moment, I slipped it into his hand. He was somewhat impressed and not more than a little bit intimidated by the feel and the import of such a thing. It left him a bit speechless. I let him look at it just for a moment, then took it away and slipped it into his coat pocket.

Taking him by the upper arm, I leaned in close and whispered into his ear. "You will wear this each and every time you play, pet boy. Without fail. Do you understand?"

He shivered just a little and said "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

And off I went, smiling and whistling.

The emails led to phone calls, which were quite entertaining. I just loved hearing his voice crack just a little when I made him shiver. He tried to be so tough. In truth he was really strong, both in mind and body. I wouldn't have been interested in him otherwise. If he'd been some sort of soft little wimp there would have been no challenge and I would have quickly lost interest. Jacob was smart and strong and self assured and very well balanced, aside from being cute and sexy. But when I got him on the phone and pushed his buttons and his boundaries he became delightfully awkward, like a big sexy puppy. I could hear his blush and it made me smile.

In the first phone call I got him naked, wearing nothing but my collar. The shiver in his voice made me shiver in anticipation. I had him standing in front of the mirror while we talked, not allowing him to close his eyes or look away. It didn't take long to get him stammering and make his voice crack.

"Just imagine that the person looking at you is me, pet boy. When you are here and mine this is the way I will keep you most of the time. Dressed in nothing more than my collar. Perhaps a leash to keep you close by at all times."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Do you think you are beautiful, Jacob? Sexy?"

"Truthfully? No, not really."

"Well I do, boy. Even in those baggy work clothes I think you are hot. Every time I see you it makes me a little warmer inside. And the thought of you standing there... naked before me... wearing nothing but my collar..." I growled, deep in my throat. "That thought just makes me hard all over, pet boy." I paused for just a second then added "Just so you know... every time I see you from now on I am going to imagine you that way. You will always be naked in my mind."

He made a little squeak then stammered "Y-yes, Sir." I could hear him blushing again.

"Imagine my eyes on you right now."

"Uh..." 

"And the smile on my face showing how pleased I am..."

"Umm..."

"I'll slip one finger through the ring in your collar and pull you close to me. Stare into those big beautiful brown eyes."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"My other hand will slip behind your neck, holding you in place. My fingers will go from you collar... down over your chest... down across your belly..."

"Uhhh...Ummmm..." I could hear a rustle over the phone as he shivered.

"And I'll reach down and see if my pet boy is hard for me."

"Oh..." He shivered hard again.

"Are you hard for me now, pet boy?"

"Ummmm..."

"Are you, boy?"

Nothing but an embarrassed silence.

"Answer me now, pet boy. Or I will hang up and leave you with no play time. Five... four... three... two..." Quickly he muttered something and stumbled into silence.

"What was that, boy?"

"I... I..." He muttered again.

"Speak up, Jacob."

"I... I was..." I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. I knew I was at a small crisis point and had to do something quickly.

"Jacob! Listen to me."

"Yes, Sir..." He sounded pretty down.

"That does not make you weak, boy. The fact that I got you hard does not make you weak or soft or a pansy or anything like that. If you were any of those things I wouldn't want you." I dropped the volume in my voice so he would be forced to listen harder.

"I know you, Jacob. I know who you are, both inside and out. I know where you work and I know how strong you have to be to do what we do there. You are not weak, Jacob. You are strong and intelligent and if things went sideways you are one of the first ones that I would want at my back. I know I can trust you, and I don't say that to a lot of people."

"Do you believe me?"

"Ummm... yeah... I guess."

"Don't guess, boy. Know it for a fact. If you were a weakling we wouldn't be having this conversation. And you sure as hell wouldn't be wearing my collar. So..." I let a pause hang in the air.

"Here is your decision point, Jacob. Look in the mirror. Look at yourself. Look at my collar around your neck."

"Ummm... yes, Sir."

"If you really think you are that weak, then tear it off, throw it away and we will be done."

"Done?"

"Done. Over. Through. You will be free to do as you wish. Play as you wish, be as you wish. You will no longer be mine."

"Umm... but..."

"But what?"

"I... ummmm...uuuh... I don't..."

"Tell me." His voice dropped to barely a whisper.

"I don't want that..." 

My heart leapt around in my chest like a wild thing for just a moment and I realized that I had been holding my breath. A slow smile spread across my face so wide that I was afraid if anyone had looked at me at that moment I would have looked just like the Joker. It took another moment to compose myself before I could say anything.

"You... are a very good boy, Jacob. And you are more than worthy to wear my collar. Not that I am anyone particularly special, but you just proved that you are. I am very proud that you are wearing my collar, boy. Prouder than I can even relate."

"Thank you, I think..."

"No. Thank you, Jacob. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. When you put my collar on, you made me happier than I have been in a very long time. Even happier than the first time I made you blush..."

I could almost hear it happening again over the phone.

"And I want that collar to make you horny, boy. Every time you put it on. Every time you play. Until one day you won't want to play without it. Indeed, you might not be able to play without my collar around your neck."

"That collar shows who you belong to, boy. You belong to me. Whether I make you a pony or a puppy or just a sweet little pet boy of my very own, you are mine."

"Isn't that right, pet boy? Are you mine?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Good boy, Jacob. You are a very good boy. Now... because you have been such a good boy, you deserve a special reward. As soon as we hang up, I want you to take my collar off and get into the shower. Get yourself hard and perform your shower ritual. Will you do that for me, pet boy?"

"Yes, Sir!" He sounded a little more cheerful at the thought.

"Good boy. When you are out and dried off, put my collar back around your neck. And then, my good boy, you may play all you want. But..."

"But?" I could hear him waiting for the inevitable condition I was going to put on his play time. He was quickly learning what an evil bastard I was. And I'm pretty sure he was enjoying it as much as I.

"But before you come the first time, you must look up and say "I only come for you, Master."

"M-master?"

"Yes, boy. Now say it back to me."

"I..."

"I only c-come for you, M-master..." It was just above a whisper. There was a shiver in his voice. I whispered back.

"Good boy. Now go play."

"Thank you, Master."

When I hung up the phone I discovered that I was so hard I had to go have a little play time myself. With the image of my boy clad in nothing but my collar and his whispered voice echoing in my ears, it didn't take long at all to echo back "I'll come for you, my pet boy..."

4

Pictures.

I had him sending me pictures.

Just the fairly vanilla stuff at first.

I wanted a good picture of those big pretty brown eyes, since I complained he was always hiding behind those sunglasses when I saw him at work. That was easy.

I had him send me pictures of his room and his dog and his new truck when he finally got one. Those were easy too.

The pictures of the shower where he washed and knelt and got hard for me and the corner (which still got him excited, even though it was meant to be punishment) came a little more reluctantly. But I got them anyway, of course.

The first picture of him wearing my collar took some coaxing. I had to make many repeated promises that it was only for my personal viewing and that I would never post it on the internet.

"The way I see it, young pet boy, is that you have two options. You can either give me the pictures that I am asking you for..."

"Or?"

"Or you can come pose for me here in person. And I will still get what I want. I will tell you right now, my pet boy, if you come here you will not be going home again for quite some time. Your first time in my home will be an education that I am not sure you are quite ready for yet."

"Y-yes, Sir. Okay. Just one moment, Sir."

And I got my first picture of My softly blushing pet boy in his collar.

I was pleased and told him so. He seemed to enjoy his reward.

The pictures of him naked took the same amount of gentle coaxing and stern firmness. I eased him into them slowly. At first they were in the mirror, only showing him from the waist up. The blush spread all the way down to his chest. He grudgingly admitted that even though he was embarrassed, he had found himself getting hard while taking them. Of course I smiled. I always did.

"I'll make you a deal, pet boy. Take three steps back from the mirror. You may turn away to hide your modesty if you wish, but take a picture from there. If you do so then you may play." I could hear him nodding.

"All right... I can do that." Moments later I got a picture from head to his knees, turned away from the camera to hide his erection, but I got an excellent pic of that snug little butt so I considered it a win.

My imagination soared.

I had learned that his laptop computer had a built-in camera that took both video and stills. Since the still mode had a five second delay built into it, I got him to pose himself in my corner, both standing and kneeling. Aside from some hot pics that showed me that being in the corner still excited him, I also got a few funny ones where he was rushing to get there before the timer flashed. I "tsked" while softly smiling over his report of banged knees and elbows and chuckled aloud over the one of him kneeling in the corner holding his mashed nose.

I'd purchased a few things for him over the internet, which I had passed to him in the parking lot after work. A soft cloth for a blindfold. Two pair of leather cuffs, one sized for his wrists and the others for his ankles. A ball gag.

Naturally, those came with the conditions that I get pictures of him wearing them.

The final piece I gave to him came with instructions as I handed him the box.

"Do not open this until after I tell you to, boy. Go home and shower. Remember what you are supposed to do." He blushed and nodded a little eagerly. He was starting to like that shower ritual a lot. "After that put your collar on but nothing else. Turn on your laptop and open the video chat program. I will be wanting to talk to you face to face, boy. Understand?"

He nodded again and I stepped forward and put my hands on his face, as close as I dared to get while still on company property. Patting his cheek softly I whispered "Good boy."

As I had hoped he was blushing and a little eager looking when I left him.

This was turning into so much fun...

So much fun in fact I went home and performed my own little shower ritual. Fortunately for me I didn't have any restrictions on my own pleasure so I was able to enjoy the moment to the fullest. And all the while I was in there getting both clean and happy I was imagining my pet boy waiting impatiently for me to get online so he could discover what his new toy was going to be.

"Master..." he still colored a bit when he called me that. "I've been waiting." I smiled warmly.

"I know you have, my good boy. You always do. Hopefully this will be a rewarding night for both of us." A flicker of a smile raced across one corner of his lips. He did so like being rewarded. I could see the little box I had given him in the parking lot close at hand.

"You haven't peeked, have you?" He shook his head.

"No, Sir."

"Good boy. We will get to that in a few minutes. There's a few things I want to go over with you first."

"Yes, Master."

Oh, I did love hearing him say that. I very nearly growled in pleasure.

"We are working closer and closer to the first time when you will come here in person. Have you been keeping that in your mind, boy?" He nodded.

"I think I'm ready for that." I shook my head.

"No you aren't, boy. Not even close." A small frown creased his brow and his jaw clenched just a little.

"Why do you say that?"

"I've been watching you, obviously. Despite your brave front you are still quite uncertain of how you feel about me and my desires. I've seen your body language, young pet." I leaned closer to the screen. "I frighten you more than just a little. And I wonder if you have really thought about what I plan on doing with you once I can get may hands on you and that sweet little body." A deep flush spread down to his chest and he looked away.

"I've spoken of keeping you naked and collared and on a leash. Do you think that will be all of what I want from you? Nothing more than a decoration?"

He still wouldn't look directly at me. "N-no... Master. I... know... that you will want more than that."

"Are you willing to give your Master what he wants, pet boy?"

"I... don't know, Sir. I'll... try."

"Look at me, Jacob." It took a bit of an effort but he turned and looked at me. I raised a hand to the screen, as if I were trying to touch him.




The New Boy at Work



"I know that this will not be easy for you, young man. It will require all of your strength and a complete trust in me as your Master." I shook my head slightly. "I don't know for sure that this will work out. But I want it... I want you... very badly. I will promise you two things right here and now. One: I will never do anything that will endanger your life. And two: I will do everything in my power to make sure that you enjoy your experience because I will want you to come back again and again until one day you will just decide not to ever leave."

There was a hint of a smile on his face.

"I can see you working hard for that..." he bowed his head slightly. "Master."

I chuckled. "You have no idea how hard I am willing work." A wolfish grin appeared. "I will want you naked at the end of my leash for a very long time, boy." He blushed again.

"So tell me, young pet. Would you rather be thought of as a pony or a puppy or just a pet boy?"

"I'll leave that decision up to you... Master. Is there a difference?"

"Yes, there is a difference. Mostly procedural. Different care and feeding and dress and... accommodations. Different harnesses and accessories. Puppies are kenneled. Ponies are caged. Boys just curl up on the floor at my feet. Puppies eat from a dish. Ponies from a bench. Boys get to sit at the table when they are good, but they have to be exceptional for that."

"And of course, their tails are completely different." His eyes went wide.

"Ummmm... t-tails, Sir?" I grinned a bit evilly.

"Yes, pet boy. Tails. Ponies have long tails to match their hair. Puppies have a rubber tail that stands up and wags. A boy would wear whatever pleased me at the moment. All attached to a plug in that snug little bottom of yours that would remind you with every movement... with every beat of your heart and breath you take... who you belong to."

Eyes wide, he shivered hard. "Oooohhhh... shit."

"Are you ready for that?"

"I... I... Ummm..." 

I laughed. I couldn't help it. The look on his face was too much.

I'm sure the look on his face when I introduced him to his very first tail was going to be just as good. That and all of the other firsts we were going to encounter together.

Oh yes, this was going to be fun. I don't know if he was going to enjoy it quite as much as I was, but I was willing to do my very best to keep him coming... back for more.

The lad was still over there stammering so I waved a hand and tapped on the screen to get his attention.

"Let's leave that subject for later, boy. It will be awhile before we get to that point. Although I do want you to keep the thought in the back of your mind, pet boy. The picture of you kneeling by my chair at the end of my leash... proudly displaying your fine tail... just for your Master. That would make me very happy."

"Y-yes... M-master." He said quietly, eyes down and face red.

"Right now I want to go back to the day that I showed you my mark. Do you remember that? The paper that I gave you with the three things on it?"

"Yes, Sir. I still have it here." To my amazement, he actually did, too. He pulled it off his desk and held it up. I smiled and purred.

"Mmmm... good boy. That pleases me. Have you looked at it often?" He nodded.

"Quite a bit, actually. I'm... not sure why. But I look at that all of the time."

"What do you think about when you look at it?" He held the paper with one hand and ran his finger over the little printed picture of my mark there.

"Mostly I think about having that mark on me. And... what it would mean."

"Does it make you feel good? The thought of wearing my mark?" He nodded, then shook his head slightly.

"Yeah... Yes, Sir... but..."

"But?"

"It scares me a bit, too." I nodded back, trying to be reassuring.

"I understand, boy. It's not something we are going to be doing today. It's a decision that you will make in your own time. Tattoos are sort of permanent, so we don't want to rush into anything." He smiled at my understatement.

"Have you thought about your safe words and how you might use them?" He nodded again and lowered his eyes a little.

"Yes... Master. I have. Quite a lot."

"And what color are you right now, pet boy?"

"Kind of... a yellow-ish... green."

"Nervous but okay?" He nodded. "Why is that?" He didn't even hesitate.

"Because I am here and you are there, Sir." I laughed. I couldn't help it. And he smiled a little more easily as well.

It was good that he relaxed because in a moment I was going to make him nervous as hell. If he reacted the way I thought, he'd be red and stammering and probably sweating very quickly. I promised myself an extra prize if I made him sweat.

"So... since it seems you have thought about items one and three on that list, I assume you have also give item number two some thought as well."

The transformation of his face in those next couple of seconds made all of this time and effort worth while. The lad's face went from white to pink to red then to a sort of mottled cross between the two as his eyes flicked back and forth between the sheet of paper in his hand and the little box sitting on his desk. Those gorgeous big brown eyes were wider than I had ever seen them before and I could see the paper tremble in his grip. As I watched the blush spread from his face down his neck and down his chest as his mouth flapped open and nothing at all came out.

I swear, even if he hung up and ran away and never spoke to me again... After that reaction I would have counted it as a win.

"I... did... Ummm... A... you..." I laughed again.

"It's not a CB6000, Jacob. Open the box." A flicker of relief passed across his face. I only let that live for the briefest instant.

"It's a Curve, which is a little longer and would probably be more comfortable." The pieces spilled out onto his desk. A clear curved plastic tube about 3-1/4 inches long. Several different sizes of plastic rings, some pins, a handful of numbered plastic security seals, an instruction sheet, a small brass padlock and a single key. When he glanced up at me in shock, I held up the other key in my fingers and smiled.

"One day soon Jacob, you will hand me that other key to keep forever." He dissolved into stuttering again. I awarded myself whatever prize I had promised when I saw the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Taking advantage of his discomfiture, I spent the next couple of minutes instructing him on how the device went together while he fumbled the pieces in his hands. How the ring closed around his balls and shaft. Then inserting the pins through the holes and adding the spacer. Then lightly lubing up his cock and sliding it into the tube, sliding it onto the pins and locking it securely in place. When the little padlock snicked closed he shivered hard as if it was actually locked onto his cock instead of just held in his hands.

"The little plastic seals are for days when you might have to pass through a metal detector, like the one we have at work. On those days you will send me a picture of the number on the seal every morning, so I can be sure that you have been behaving yourself."

Of all the pictures I had him send me, I'd never once demanded a picture of his prick. I could tell that was a sticking point with him, so I had just flirted around the subject, getting closer and closer each time and teasing him unmercifully. But now I was telling him that every morning he was going to have to send me a picture of his manhood locked in a plastic tube and it shook him to the core.

"Are you s... I mean... do you really..." I knocked on the desk in front of me to break his train of thought.

"Yes, boy. I do expect you to wear that locked around your cock. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day soon that delicious prick of yours will be locked away and I will hold the only keys. I've been pretty easy about letting you have play time when you asked for it, Jacob. But from now on you are going to have to work harder and harder each time. One of these times I am going to tell you that the only way I will let you finish is when you are... here. And at that time I will open the lock with my own hands."

A little moan escaped his lips before he could clamp them shut and I saw him squirm in his seat. As he lowered his eyes, his gaze went to his lap and I saw him flush a deep red again.

"What is it, boy?" He shook his head and then he froze, remembering what happened the last time he denied me.

"There's ummmm... there's..."

"There is what, pet boy?"

"S-sir... ummm... M-master... there's no way... that I could... wear that thing... not right now, anyway." I suppressed a maniacal laugh.

"Are you nice and hard for me, Jacob?" He wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Y-yes, Master. I am."

"What a good boy you are, pet. Do you want some play time?"

"Yes, please."

"Yes please what?"

"Yes, please Master." I smiled.

"Good boy. What will you say when you come, pet boy?"

"I..." His voice dropped to a whisper again. "I... only come for you, Master."

I could only smile again hearing those words come from his mouth. And ached for the day when I could hear him gasping them in my ear. Over and over again.

It was time for a hard push.

"You have earned your play time, my pet. However... before you can begin you must make a choice. One: you can either leave the camera on so I can watch and listen while you play..." His eyes got wide and he paled. "Or two: you can leave the camera on and I will watch you spend five minutes in the corner. Shackles and ball gag, hands behind your head. After which you may turn it off and play unobserved."

"Which do you choose, pet boy?"

"Number two... Master." He didn't hesitate. The he added. "I... hope you aren't too disappointed." I shook my head.

"Not this time, boy. You have done well. Now go get ready. And make sure the camera is pointed the right way."

He went over to his bed, rising carefully so I couldn't see how really excited he was. I could hear little jingles and noises as he strapped the shackles around his wrists and ankles. As I instructed him earlier, he was always supposed to have his toys at hand when we were playing. Even if we weren't using them, they would be nearby so they could always stay in his thoughts. And now he had that little cock cage to ponder as well. Ponder and dread and perhaps anticipate...

There was a noise and the camera shifted, pointing into the corner. I got a fine view of his snug trim little butt as he stepped into view. Turning slightly towards me to look over his shoulder I could see his mouth plugged tightly with the red ball gag as he pointed one finger first up then down. Standing or on his knees? Such a good boy...

"Down, boy." He nodded and went to his knees in the corner, reaching behind him first to clip the ankle shackles together then put his hands behind his head and clipped those together. Even though he had tried his best to keep his body turned away from me, I got a few tantalizing glimpses of how hard my pet boy actually was during the process. Just knowing that I could get him that hard without even touching him made me smile.

And I smiled even wider as I got to watch him kneeling in the corner. The lad had a fine body. He stayed active, working out and playing basketball with his friends several times a week and it showed. Even though he had a slight frame, Jacob was nicely muscled and had just enough definition to make me drool a little. I couldn't wait to explore every inch of him and find all of the ways I could make him squeak and moan.

As I had discovered before, being put in the corner seemed to turn him on considerably. That combined with the amount he was turned on before and my boy put on a very nice slow motion show for me there in the corner. Despite the fact that he was trying his very best to remain still, his whole body was in slight motion. I'm sure the knowledge that I was sitting there watching him was adding to that. Those slim legs and tight little ass were flexing and clenching, which made the muscles in his back ripple and flex which in turn made his arms tighten and his fingers clench as they were locked behind his neck...

If I could get him here and keep him even half that excited in person, I could be happy for the rest of my days.

I sat quietly and enjoyed the show. I could see that his eyes were on the clock hung on it's little hook, agonizingly counting each second of his sweet torture. When the second hand finally reached '12' of the fifth minute he turned and looked over his shoulder at me pleadingly. I nodded and said "Good boy, pet. Now you may go and play."

As the ball gag freed his lips he said "Thank you, Sir."

Somewhat regretfully, I turned off the camera to break the connection.

He admitted to me later that he had barely made it to the bed before his hand was on his prick and stroking.

5

To say that my boy developed a love/hate relationship with his newest toy was an understatement. Every time I even mentioned it he got immediately hard and shivery, begging me not to make him wear it. It was quite amusing. And I used his reticence to my advantage, of course. The first time I forced him to show me how hard he was, holding the little plastic tube alongside his prick for comparison. That made him blush all over. And the second time I pressed him I got to watch him play, stroking that fine prick until he came all over a towel draped over his hips. When he recovered I said that since he had gone soft, perhaps we could try again, which immediately got him hard once more.

I was both impressed and amused. His powers of recuperation would come in handy one day soon.

In a frank conversation, I informed the boy that he would indeed be wearing that device as often as I pleased, whether he liked it or not. When he tried to protest I raised a hand for silence and when I got it I also informed him that I would be letting him out of it as often as I pleased as well, but if he wanted unrestricted play time he was bloody hell going to have to work for it. He shamefacedly admitted that I had been more than fair and that he was, of course, willing to do what he was told.

Because, after all, being told what do do turned him on just as much as anything else did. Otherwise I wouldn't be telling this story.

But Oh lordy we did have fun getting him into that thing the first time. Usually by the time he got the ring, the spacer and the pins in place he was hard as a rock and begging for release. As it was, the tube was snug when he was soft so it would take a considerable amount of his self control to get the thing on in the first place.

Finally I had him play for me three times in succession. He almost went to sleep after the third time, he was so worn out. But get him into the device I did, coaxing and demanding over the camera and the first time the little lock clicked shut he woke right back up again with the implications. The boys eyes were wide and staring as I tied my key to a bit of string and looped it over my head. And they got even wider as I smiled and dropped the key inside of my shirt, hiding it from his view. Perhaps the fact that he still had his own key had slipped his mind or the very real fact that I might not allow him to use it had entered his mind.

Either way I was good with his reaction.

"How..." he croaked.. "How long... Sir?" I smiled.

"Until you can't stand it anymore, pet boy. Until you beg me to let you play again." He mulled that over in his mind for a few seconds, then nodded.

"I'm good with begging now." I laughed softly.

"Ready to play again so soon? I thought I had worn you out." He shook his head.

"It's not so much that as just the idea..." he glanced down into his lap. "It's just not fair, is all." I raised an eyebrow.

"Really." I stared at him long enough without speaking that I could see him start to get uncomfortable and shift around in his seat.

"I'll tell you what then, boy. If you think it's so unfair, I'll let you have some time to find out exactly how unfair it is. Call me back in..." I glanced at my watch. "Four hours."

As I reached for the mouse he had just enough time to squeak "What? Wait..." before I broke the connection and got up from the computer.

Whistling softly to myself, I walked down the hall to find me some dinner. Perhaps I'd watch a movie...

6

Once again, to say that he was unhappy with that new toy was an understatement.

The lad had so much to learn. He thought I was just being cruel to him without reason. I, on the other hand, was planning on continuing to be cruel to him until he figured out the reason. After all, I wasn't going to lock his prick away and never let him play with it again. I myself had lots of plans that involved all of his sweet little body, including that pretty prick of his. He wasn't understanding the whole tease/denial/release cycle yet.

That first four hours almost killed him by his account, and he complained about it bitterly. I told him sternly to quit being childish and said if he couldn't stop playing with himself for four hours at a stretch then two things were probably going to happen. One: I was going to leave him in that thing until he learned to behave and two: he was probably going to lose his job, as they took a dim view of that sort of activity at work.

Sarcasm: The best tool in any Dom's toolbox.

I left him free for a week after that first time, but made sure that the little plastic cage and what it meant was always on his mind. All I would have to do is walk past him at work and say "Click", as if clicking the lock shut, to make him blush all over.

The first time he played for me after that I watched I had him assemble the cage in his hand, including the lock, and set it on his belly while he stroked his cock. Every time it fell off I had him stop and apologize and set it back before I would allow him to continue. That had him needing release so badly by the time he was done that he would have done just about anything I wished at that point.

Even though I really wanted to force him to wear it to work underneath his work clothes, I never did, up to that point. It was a nice thing to think about and I did let him know every time I saw him what was on my mind. I threatened him with it often, much to his chagrin.

But that would have been way too distracting and I always wanted my boy to have a level head at work and to keep himself and everyone around him safe. Just my being there was distraction enough.

So I kept pushing, of course. Teasing him and denying him pleasure when I could. Controlling his play time until he begged me to let him come. Adding more and more rituals to his daily life so that each hour of the day I was in his thoughts.

I wasn't planning on spending the rest of my life controlling him through a computer screen. My ultimate goal was to have him here. In my life. In my arms. In my bed. Kneeling at my feet looking up at his Master and begging to please me to earn that sweet release that he was learning would only come from my permission. I reminded him every single day that one day it was going to happen.

And then it did.

We were both taking a weeks vacation from work. I'd set up the date and told him to put in to take the same week, under the pretense that we needed some quality time for some extra intensive training I was planning. On the last day before our vacations started I called him on the phone right before I left for work.

"Is your cage clean and assembled, pet boy?"

"Y-yes, Sir. As always."

"Is the lock open?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good boy. Bring Me the key, Jacob."

"Th-the key? B-but..." He swallowed hard. "Yes, Master."

"Good boy." I hung up.

When I got to work he was already there, as usual. Smoking with his buddies and waiting to start his day. Looking a little paler than usual, but that was understandable. As I approached, he walked towards me so we stood a little apart from the others. Hands shaking a bit, he reached into his pocket and handed me his key. I pulled the string up out of my shirt and slipped it over my head, then untied the knot and threaded his key next to the first one. Making sure he was watching, I slipped the loop back over my head and dropped both keys down inside my shirt again.




The New Bride



 (For Katie, who knows all) 

" Do it yourself," I said when my aunt asked me to re-pin the flowers in the buttonhole of her jacket. I could see my mother's startled look. Though she disliked my aunt and knew I was difficult to control at times, she had thought that on Aunt Kitty's wedding day, which at last looked like passing off without too many recriminations, I might have behaved myself. But I had been awkward at the church, difficult at the meal and had refused to dance with the groom's brother afterwards. The groom was in his sixties, pale and ill-looking after my aunt had nearly danced him off his feet to the guitar, bass guitar and saxophone trio hired for the evening. My father had originally refused to accept the idea of this marriage, because of the groom's advanced age. Only relentless pestering by my mother had caused him to submit and turn up to give his sister away. As her eighteen-year-old bridesmaid, I was being much too obvious about being angry with my aunt Kitty and the funny thing was that I wasn't quite sure why I was angry now. 

I had been sent down from Dublin a couple of days early to help my aunt get ready. It was hot Indian Summer weather nearing the end of August and we were sitting on deck-chairs in the garden of her cottage just two days before the wedding. I was wearing shorts and a light top and Kitty had on the old print dress she used for working in the garden.

She was a short, stocky woman with a rather masculine face, a square jaw and strong, straw-coloured hair. She must have been nearly forty and I didn't see her as particularly feminine or attractive. I had never stayed with her on my own before and normally my sister Jennifer would be there too, and Kitty ruled us strictly and made us mind our manners. I felt maybe in the last few days she and I were a bit closer that we had been before. That particular day we had been to Dublin in her car, visiting an expensive lingerie shop called "Madame Claire's" although I had been made wait outside while Kitty made her purchases.

"You've never been a bridesmaid before," she said now, "but I'm sure you know the procedure."

I nodded wisely.

"The bridesmaid has to do everything the bride wants. It's not lucky otherwise."

"Of course," I said. "That's what I'm here for."

"Good," Kitty said, smiling and patting my knee. She had strong but quite pretty hands with short, square-cut nails.

The sun was still high enough and she took up her straw hat from the grass and put it on, casting her face in heavy shadow.

"I'll want you to help me dress, of course, on the big day," she said.

"I'd love to do that, Kitty," I said.

I was dying to see her new outfit. Because of her age she wasn't having a white wedding and would be getting married in a jacket and skirt she had already shown me in her bedroom wardrobe.

"I never showed you the stuff I got today," she remarked. " Some of it's for the honeymoon, of course, but I need to check nothing shows through the suit."

"Yes, I know," I said, pretending I had a certain amount of experience in these matters. 

In her bedroom she opened the expensive blue and purple bags from the lingerie shop, pouring out on the bed four stunningly beautiful white bras, two black ones and a couple more that were still in their boxes. She then produced half a dozen packets of expensive stockings and a blue silk garter. There were also a dozen pairs of panties, both plain and lace and a sort of light corset or basque in an exquisite black lace. "I put on a couple of pounds since I bought my suit," she said, "that's why I think I'm going to need this."

She held up the garment by the narrow shoulder-straps. It had high-cut legs and four dainty elastic and lace garter straps with delicate pink lace roses where the garters snapped shut. 

"It's called a merry widow," she said and laughed, "Maybe that's what I'll be soon - he'll probably have a heart attack when he sees it.""

I couldn't imagine Aunt Kitty in these pretty things, but I said, "They're so,...adorable."

"I knew you'd love them," she said,"Mmmmmm" bending down and kissing me on the cheek. She'd never done that before and, without thinking, I gave her an answering peck on the side of her rough, tanned face.

"Before I try everything on," she said. "I'm going to get in the bath for a good soak."

"Okay," I said.

" Like to give me a hand?"

"What?" I gulped.

"Help to soap me?"

"No, Aunt Kitty, I couldn't," I said.

"You ARE my bridesmaid," she said. "wouldn't you like to wash me completely from head to toe?"

I was stunned.

"Please, Aunt Kitty," I said, "I'm VERY grateful to you for asking me, really I am..."

She reached out to me, smiling.

"Come on then."

"No," I said, panicking, "I mean, grateful to be your bridesmaid, but..."

Call it my background, if you like. Nuns had educated me. I had never seen a naked adult before, and I hoped I wasn't going to start now. I sometimes had fantasies about my brother and had spied on him a few times and he didn't know I'd seen him masturbating naked once. Sometimes, in my most secret thoughts, I'd thought I'd like to see my friend Edna naked, or Siobhan, the Head Girl we'd all had a pash on at school, but NOT Kitty.

Kitty looked a bit annoyed as if I was stupid or something, but she made a face and just grinned.

"All right, come back to me in half an hour," she said, pulling a towelling robe from the wardrobe. "I want you to check my seams for me and also that my hem is right at the back."

She collected some cream and a shampoo from her dressing-table and went out to check the water was hot enough in the tank in the airing cupboard.

For a few moments I fingered the exquisite undergarments, feeling a surge of envy that Kitty, normally a wearer of dowdy dresses and the cotton Aertex "unmentionables" I'd seen on the washing line, would wear these next to her skin. For half an hour I dozed in the armchair, watching the wisps of steam flick out thorough the half-open bathroom window. Last time I had been here on a day like this was in May and the Mayfly had been hatching on the lake half a mile away. They only lived for one day, mated and died, Kitty told me - the males anyway. That day they'd clung to the walls of the house in a black mass of wings and spidery legs and sometimes they lay in the yard where we crushed them accidentally underfoot. I remembered the strong, fishy smell they gave off, particularly because Kitty had said it was like the smell of sex. Kitty generally maintained the prudish demeanour of women of our culture, but I had begun to guess there was a more earthly side to her. I could hear her singing now in the bathroom. She had a good, rather masculine voice.

"Whiskey you're the divil,

You're leadin me astray,

Over hills and mountains

And to Americay"

Then I heard her calling me.

She was in the bedroom when I stepped into the dark kitchen, almost blinded after the sun.

"You're stronger, sweeter decenter,

You're spunkier than tay.....

Suddenly I was feeling happier than I had for months. I fancied myself as having a sweet voice and I joined in, an octave above Kitty's rough contralto.

"Oh, Whiskey you're my darlin'...." We warbled together and I walked into the bedroom.

"Drunk or so...oo.. ber," I faltered. Her stocky white body, in the blinding sunlight through the window, was stark naked except for a tiny pair of black lace panties. I bolted.

"Kitty, please," I begged, my voice trembling as I stood leaning against the dining-room table. I was shocked and could hardly catch my breath. But it was not simply at having seen her almost naked. I now knew beyond a doubt that I would have given anything to have been able to stare unashamedly at her, but I knew I would only dare to do so in anonymity or from a place of hiding. I felt I could not face the frank, challenging eyes of a naked woman, and I knew that Kitty's look WOULD be frank and challenging. I could only dare to ogle her in secret and desperately hoped I could retain the vision of magnificence I had seen.. All beautiful bodies were slender and tall, I had thought. I had a promising figure myself and had often studied it for ages in my mirror at home. I was slender, with tiny breasts and long straight limbs. But compared to Kitty I was a completely anonymous stick figure. She had stocky, short legs and I thought of de Maupassant's description of one of his solidly-built Normandy prostitutes, lifting up her skirt to show her "sturdy Norman legs." Kitty's waist was uncompromisingly thick with a gourd-like swelling of the belly and a heavily indented muscular area around the navel. I was aching to enter the room again and gaze on the extraordinary sweetness and heavenly femininity of her large white breasts with their swollen nipples and dimpled, purple-pink surrounding areas and her heavy thighs, solid as a man's but with those matchless feminine curves. In retrospect I was furiously angry with myself. I had been invited to pamper and minister to that magnificent body and had declined. 

"This thing is murder" I heard her cursing from the bedroom and then the sound of her staggering against the rickety old wardrobe. Then things got calmer and I heard the crackle of a stocking packet being opened.

"Can I come in now, Auntie?" I called, in an agony of frustration.

I heard the creak of the bedsprings as she sat down and the clatter of her new shoes as she dropped them on the floor and I could imagine her pulling on and gartering her stockings.

"Auntie," I called, "please!"

She didn't answer me, kept me waiting. Was she punishing me? Kitty had a vindictive side, I knew that. I was ready to cry with frustration.

"I'm decent," Kitty sang out.

Perhaps it had been an illusion, I thought. Mind you, for a short, stocky woman, she still looked wonderful in the suit, with black stockings and those expensive Italian shoes. She usually wore heavy, masculine footwear, but these black T-strapped shoes with four inch heels set off to perfection her long, narrow, elegant feet which in turn made her legs look voluptuously longer. But, still, now that the white, fleshly vision had gone, was she not just a small expensively-dressed woman in a black suit? No, she would never be entirely dressed for me again - the stunning sight of her nakedness, the sheer arrogance with which she stood there, waiting for me, would never leave me. But what a surprise she was either way!

She sat down at her dressing table and touched up her lips. I had never seen her wearing lipstick before. Then she stood up and turned to face me. My heart nearly turned over when she extended one knee daintily, so that I could see her kneecap glow faintly through the dark nylon, then she flipped up the hem of her skirt and began to adjust her garter strap and stocking, her hands turned demurely under the hem so that there was no vulgar display of thigh above the stocking-top

"It doesn't matter now," she said, "but, on the big day you'll have to check my seams for me."

"I'll do it now, Auntie," I said desperately.

"No need," she said dismissively, "Well, just a quick look."

She turned and I admired her shapely calves and the incredibly seductive shadows at the creases at the backs of her knees. I thought I was going mad. I had never felt this way before. What was she doing to me?

"Well?" she demanded.

"What?" I asked stupidly.

"Have you gone asleep. My seams - are they straight.?"

"They...they're both a little to...towards the outside of your..your" I faltered.

I felt I couldn't mention anything to do with her body - that my voice would betray me.

"My what?" she snapped

"Your...your legs," I stammered 

"Damned garters," she grumbled, bending down and massaging her seams inwards over her calves

"I'll be helping you to dress, won't I, auntie?" I said.

"Hmmm," she said, looking at me quizzically and, no doubt, seeing the confusion in my eyes.

She stood, one foot in front of her, elegantly, hands on hips.

"Do you think it fits all right here."

"Y..yes, beautifully, Auntie."

"At the waist?"

"Yes, Auntie."

"Say it."

"It fits ...beautifully at the waist."

"And the other places?"

"Where, Auntie?" I prevaricated.

"Where else is there?" she snapped, irritated. "Well?"

"The b...bust and the hips, Auntie," I stammered. 

I was in agony. What did I want to do? What the hell WERE the bridesmaid's duties anyway? Maybe dressing the bride WAS acceptable behaviour? I guessed I'd have to ask Edna later.

We were climbing at dusk through the larches and pines. Edna was older than me and a Protestant. With her I had visited her little church under the rook-infested trees at the edge of the village and gazed at the brass eagle on the lectern, the tattered regimental flags on the wall and the ancient pews, some reserved for the members of long dead gentry families. It seemed empty and desolate, lacking the welcoming red sanctuary lamp I was accustomed to. In those days we Catholics weren't supposed to visit Protestant churches but I was rebellious and listened to nobody. This was the last day of the moon, the Lugnasa festival. In our church they had condemned it again last week at the mass in Gaelic "Se an scleap sin obair an deabhail." But Edna had sworn I should see it, the old Pagan Celtic Festival that still survived in isolated pockets of the country.

In the last shaving of the moon the sparks were rising from the fire. Some of the dancers were masked. A fiddle and an accordeon were playing, the squeeze-box making an eerie sound, gulping and gasping for air. The straw woman ran and jumped over the fire, landing in a shower of sparks.

I had seen the straw man with the wren-boys that visited homes with a dead wren hanging from a branch, singing

"The wren, the wren

the king of all birds"

on the day after Christmas. Edna told me that, in the few places where the Festival of Lugnasa was still celebrated, there was a straw man, but here it was still the original straw woman. There were bottles being passed around and Edna told me it was poteen, a colourless spirit made illegally that could blind you. Many of the people around the fire, cavorting, were beyond middle age, but in the ditches and under the trees young couples were entwined and even in the open I saw a woman in the flickering light, lying on top of a man having intercourse with him. The straw woman jumped the fire again and the fire whooshed and sparked skywards.

"A few years ago," Edna said, "the straw woman went on fire. Two other women had to piss on her to put her out. Luckily they'd had plenty to drink."

Edna's church took no position on this festival. Our church had always either take pagan festivals over for their own, like Saturnalia for Christmas, or else condemned them like they did this one. The work of the Devil, they called it.

"Your Aunt Kitty was the straw woman once," Edna said .

Somehow this didn't surprise me. Someone gave me a drink. It was cold and clear and a bit like vodka. Then we linked arms and danced around the fire. I saw a boy called Peter I'd seen at the Protestant dances I went to with Edna. He'd never taken any notice of me, but tonight he came up to me and said hello and smiled and put his hand on my cheek. He looked beautiful. I'd never been happier. I don't know what came over me, but I stepped forward and put my arms around his waist. We kissed and I began to feel aroused. Twenty minutes later I was being pressed against a hollowed out oak tree, you could smell the charred interior where lightning had struck it, and, though I still had my panties on, my dress was up around my waist and I could feel his erect penis pressing between my legs. The music was louder, the fiddle faster and the fire reached higher shooting its sparks towards the night sky. This was the first time I'd ever let a boy go this far with me and I told myself that if I managed to keep my panties on I'd be all right but suddenly he shuddered and I could feel the wetness between my legs and I knew it wasn't only me that had made it wet there. His tongue filled my mouth and my head was pressing painfully against the bark of the tree and, on the backs of my hands, grasped around him, I could feel, faintly, the heat of the fire. My womb stirred and melted and I knew I would have given myself completely.

Five minutes later I was being marched down the hill by a furious Aunt Kitty. The boy had looked ridiculous, pushed to the ground, with his shocked pale face, his limp penis dangling between his legs. Kitty was shrieking at him that she'd cut it of if he went near me again. Edna ran over and put her arms around me. I was trembling, but Kitty turned back and pushed Edna away.

"Slut," she screamed, "take your hands off her. What did you bring her here for?"

"I...I'm just trying to comfort her," Edna stammered.

"I'll comfort her - if it's not too late for that," Kitty cried dramatically. The music had faltered for a moment, but picked up again. I was horrified to find my dress was still up around my waist and hoped that, in the flickering light nobody could see the shame between my legs.

"Cover yourself up," Kitty hissed, pulling me roughly against her as I adjusted my clothes. I had on only a light cardigan over my dress and I was beginning to shiver, but I knew it was mainly with fright.

"Oh God, I hope there hasn't been permanent damage done tonight," Kitty moaned as she pulled me down along the path, the lights of the village winking below, my wrist gripped painfully in her powerful grasp, making me stumble as I couldn't keep my balance with one arm imprisoned. Edna was scurrying behind us, begging Kitty to listen to her.

"Leave us alone," Kitty bellowed, then growled to me, "I told you to stay away from that Protestant bitch."

At the road, where the lane ended at a broken stone wall, a man and a woman loomed out of the darkness.

"Oh, you found her, then, Kitty," the man said and the woman piped up "I knew you were very worried there, Kitty," her voice full of spiteful inquisitiveness.

"Ah no, she only went up to have a quick look at that ould nonsense up there," Kitty boomed in her most domineering voice.

"Queer goings on, I'll be bound," the woman quavered excitedly.

"Ah, sure it's nothing these days," Kitty said dismissively.

Edna caught up with me.

"Gotta go," she said. "I love you." She kissed me on the cheek.

"And listen," she added, flicking her red hair back, her face pale and spiteful, "if Kitty gives you a hard time, just remember she's been ridden by half the men in the parish."

"You're crazy," I said. "Then why was she never...?"

Edna smiled sarcastically.

"The married half," she said. "Bye..."

It was incredible, to look at Kitty in her old gabardine raincoat with the greasy collar, her dress with the fallen hem and the men's socks and shoes, the straw coloured hair all over the place. I tried to imagine her in a context that would do her justice, say nineteenth century Moscow, in a great house with troikas pulling up in the snow outside, seeing her in a low cut evening dress, her hair up, her powdered breasts catching the ballroom lights, signalling with her fan, glancing sideways at a lover. Because I could see her like this in my mind I knew I had been given a tremendous gift when it was just too late, that I was perhaps the one person that had been able to see her truly for the goddess she was. If it was true she had had many men, had they ever really seen her body? Or were they just sordid couplings, with Kitty on her back with her skirt up in a field after a dance, or in a barn somewhere?, Surely anyone with eyes in his head, who had possessed her with full carnal knowledge, could not have given her up?

But then my own troubles engulfed me again.




The New Bride



"Kitty," I said, as she dragged me up the garden path, "please don't tell Daddy,"

"Supposing I don't tell him and then we discover in a couple of months time that you're up the pole" Kitty said crudely.

I went completely hysterical in the little front porch and Kitty slapped my face hard.

"Stop it!" she said. "Stop it."

She slapped me again. And again. Then I was sobbing, and in deep shock.

In the bathroom, with the hot tap running noisily into the old-fashioned iron bath, she roughly stripped my dress off, then grabbed the sides of the waistband of my sodden panties and bobbed down, making me step out of them. "Yuk," she said, tossing them into the soiled linen basket. She let me take off my own tiny bra and I stood, ashamed, in front of her, not only because of my conduct, but with my meagre breasts, skinny flanks and total absence of hips, no trace of that full, fleshy magnificence that I now regarded as the very epitome of womanhood.. Aunt Kitty sat down on the side of the bath and tested the water, turning on the cold tap as she turned off the hot one. She turned to look at me.

"It's hard to be angry with you," she said, "Or to blame that boy. You're so sweet."

It was only two steps into her arms.

"Oh, Kitty," I sobbed, "I'm so sorry."

I nuzzled her neck, my face buried in her hair, the dense steam from the water surrounding us

"Get in the bath," she soothed me, her hands caressing me at the waist. "As hot as you can take it." 

She checked my panties again as I climbed over the bath and lowered myself gingerly into the water which still felt scalding hot.

"No blood anyway," she said. "Looks like you've kept your hymen. But maybe you'd lost it already?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, settling down in the sudsy water.

"Have you ever gone farther than that?" Kitty demanded. "You haven't done any riding, have you?"

" What?" I asked, startled.

"Horses," she said, laughing.

"Just relax," she said, I'll be back.

She returned with her cigarettes and a bottle of red wine and glasses.

She lit a cigarette and then pulled the cork from the bottle and poured out two glasses, handing me one. There was a chair, missing its back, beside the bath and she sat down and drew on her cigarette. The wine was rich and delicious to my inexperienced taste and even the smell of Kitty's cigarette was deeply comfortable in the small, cosy bathroom with the soothing heavy steam rising from the water.

"That pair tonight," Kitty said. "There's a lot of jealousy over me getting married, you know. A lot of people say I'm only marrying Twomey for his money."

She drew again on her cigarette and signed with satisfaction

"Well, what's wrong with that? I don't think he can get it up any more so maybe it's a nurse he's looking for."

"Is he nice?" I asked, for I had never met him.

"He's all right," kitty said dismissively. "He thinks it's the blood-pressure pills he's taking are causing the problem and he's talking about going off them."

"Is it safe to do that?" I asked.

"It's his funeral," Kitty snorted. "His family are raging, of course. To hell with them - it's not as if he hasn't given them all a good education"

"Are you glad to be getting married, Kitty?" I asked.

"Dunno," she said. "Mind you I like men. Always did. Anyway, he has this nice house in Clontarf. He had a big job in the Civil Service and has a good pension." She sighed. "He's not a bad old bollocks. And I'm not getting any younger, am I?"

She lifted up the wine bottle and poured herself another glass.

"You've already been drinking tonight, Miss," she said. "I could smell it off your breath up there. You've had enough."

There was a distant rumble of thunder.

"That's the end of the good weather," Kitty said.

She stood up and opened the window. 

"It's still warm out," she said, "there's a storm forecast." and with that there was a flicker of lightening in the part of the sky I could see.

"Some people think I killed my aunt," Kitty said. "I was driving and she didn't have a seat-belt on. But I loved her. I adored her."

"You lived with her here, didn't you?"

"That's right. She was a widow, childless, so my mother, sent me to stay with her. They used to do that sort of thing then. I don't agree with it - it's not a good idea." She stood up. "Still, I was happy enough in the end."

She then knelt down by the side of the bath.

"Let's just check this, then," she said.

She put her left hand behind my neck to steady me and plunged her other arm underneath the water, coming up, ticklish, between my legs. I felt two fingers probing, then gently opening me and I in turn opened my legs to her nervously. She was very tender with me, feeling around as if she knew her way in there better than I did.

"Okay, you're still virgo intacta," she said, bending to kiss me on the cheek.

I turned to kiss her back so she missed my cheek and her lips brushed mine. We kept them pressed deliciously together for long moments. I was waiting, hoping now she would open my lips with her tongue and enter me. But she didn't.

I wasn't frightened by the storm, which had now broken in earnest with heavy rain rattling the windowpanes and the thunder following only seconds after the lightning flashes. But I pretended to be. When Kitty asked if I wanted her to sleep with me I nodded, mutely. I was already in bed in my nightdress and the room was almost in darkness, just the light from the narrow hall through the half-opened door. I watched Kitty undress, trying to pretend I wasn't really looking. She was only a vague white blur when she removed her dowdy old dress and then a brilliant flash of lightning lit the room and her body glowed like fire and I was able to stare greedily at her for two or three seconds while her head was enveloped in her dress. There was heavy shadow below her breasts and between her legs. She must have been raiding her trousseau, because she was wearing a minuscule pair of brilliant white silk panties which didn't even cover her pubic hair, so stiff and golden that it made me think of the straw woman, the Goddess of the harvest. Then she pushed in beside me and put her arm around me.

She was lying behind me and we were spooned together. She didn't touch my breasts or anything really private, just held me around the middle of my tummy, her finger stroking up and down occasionally, but it was driving me wild. 

"It only happened over a long enough period of time," she said. "My aunt and me."

The finger, stroking, stroking, exploring my navel, then stroking again.

Again the thunder cracked; it seemed almost directly overhead now. It was warm in the bed and Kitty's body seemed to me to be giving off a fierce heat. I was drowsy, but intensely alert at the same time, acutely conscious of her naked body behind me. I longed to turn to her, but I knew this could be only at her invitation. It would be much too easy for me to be mistaken or to do the wrong thing.

"Just kissing at first," Kitty said. "She was starved for affection and so was I. Her husband had been a poor lover, a cold man."

Again her fingers explored my navel. She sighed contentedly.

" We kissed on the lips at first," she continued. "It was a long before we shared a bed. And even then it was kissing, kissing all the time. Incredibly sweet kissing, hours on end. She was so gentle."

Kitty lifted up on one elbow and kissed my shoulder. 

"My God," I thought," this is it!"

"You've a sweet little body," Kitty said. "Did you know, when you walk you lift your legs very high? It's lovely. Like a young filly does."

She lay down again, pulling me tighter to her. I could feel the points of her breasts against my back and her thighs cupping my bottom.

"We became very passionate," Kitty said sleepily. "She turned out to be a very passionate woman. And she'd never known it." She yawned. "I adored her."

I slept very badly, even when the storm had passed over. I had a confused dream that I was in a bedroom with Kitty and she was at the open window, displaying something to a cheering crowd outside. She was dressed as a straw woman, but her breasts were bare. As she turned back into the room I woke up. Kitty was turned away from me, breathing gently. I waited another twenty minutes before I dared to masturbate. I wouldn't even have tried it, with someone else in the bed, if I thought I was going to have any dificulty, but I knew, the way I was on fire, that just a touch would bring me off. I had to bite my lips to stifle the desire to cry out. Kitty turned over heavily, sleepily and her arm flopped over me again.

"Mmmm, bet that was nice, my little darling," she murmured.

The next day, the day before the wedding, we were full of affection for each other, kissing every time we met in a doorway or passed each other at the table or the sink. Sweet kisses. Kitty drove to Dublin in the afternoon to get her hair done and I had to go into the village to collect the flowers for the church and the hotel, and also to check on the cake which was being iced by a friend of Kitty's. When Kitty came back she'd had her hair tinted a lighter colour, with blonde highlights and a sleek bobbed cut. I was surprised how well it went with her square-cut ,masculine face, her lop-sided grin, but I knew I was totally in love with her. But that night, instead of coming to bed with me as I'd hoped, Kitty got drunk and vindictive and started cutting her neighbours to pieces, talking about how annoyed they were that she'd finally "pulled it off" and was getting married.

"You wait," she said. "You'll hear the priest saying he's pleased I'm getting hitched at last. I'll bet he is. And they'll all be saying it."

She lit another cigarette.

"But they all think I should never have got this place. Oh yes, they don't say it to my face...."

"Please Kitty, come to bed.." I said, taking her arm.

"Piss off," she said, shaking me off roughly.

"What's wrong, Kitty?" I asked.

"What's the point?" she said. "What's the fucking...fucking point of it all?"

"Can I undress you, Kitty?" I asked.

She glared at me suspiciously, then pointed at me with two fingers, a cigarette balanced between them.

"Piss off," she slurred.

An hour later, just as I was getting off to sleep she staggered into my bedroom and collapsed across the end of the bed.

In the morning I led her, hung over, to the bathroom and, with incredible excitement, began slowly and reverently to divest her of her dress and then, after staring wonderingly at her nearly nude body, her bra and panties. I tied a scarf around her head. I had the water already running and helped her flop heavily into the bath. Reluctantly I left her soaking there and went back to the bedroom to lay out her clothes for her. I hung her suit on the outside of the wardrobe door and put the basque and the black panties on the bed, the stockings beside them and her shoes, which I had given an extra polish last night, on the floor beside the bed. When I returned she was lying back in the bath, her head resting against the tiles, her beautiful arms spread along the sides and I lifted her head and put a dry towel behind it to prevent her hair getting wet. Then I took up soap and a sponge and began washing her body, taking advantage of her somnolent state to touch her far more than was necessary, soaping her breasts and washing her back, then her belly and legs, then between her legs, excited, yet full of sadness that this was her wedding morning. Then she pulled my hand away, threw the sponge into the water and pulled me to her naked breasts, her body shaking with sobbing.

"Please, Auntie, mind your hair," I said, struggling to keep her upright.

"Fuck my hair," she bawled, finding my mouth, pushing her tongue in to capture mine.

We ended up on her bed, wrestling, kissing, frantically grappling with each other, first me on top, then Kitty while I tried desperately to encompass her sturdy waist with my legs. I ended up flat on my back on the counterpane, sobbing with joy while Kitty rode me triumphantly to climax.

She was stunning in the silky black basque although, for me, nothing could equal Kitty in her pure unadulterated nakedness, but the "merry widow" gave her a waist and breasts a different glossy, sexy quality. And for me there would always be the exquisite body beneath the clothes. I eased her stockings carefully up her legs, trying not to stare at her glossy straw-coloured bush, smoothing the tops evenly, snapping them with her garters and carefully checking her seams, then assisted her to pull on the dainty black panties. I helped her into her blouse, which fastened with about twenty tiny buttons at the back, then she stepped into her skirt and I knelt at her feet to ease on her shoes. I took one of her feet in my hands, looking at the narrow toes inside the sleek nylon covering and I was unable to resist taking her foot and kissing it.

When I straightened up my eyes were full of tears.

"Please, Auntie," I said. "Don't get married."

She didn't answer me and I sat watching her while she applied her makeup, taking a long time to colour her lips and then she let me help brush her hair. She took a hatbox from the bottom of the wardrobe and opened it, lifting out the broad-brimmed black hat with black silk roses above her head, lowering it slowly to rest on her hair. She held me to her and it was curiously intimate there, under the broad-brimmed black hat, pressed against her bosom.

"Christ, I didn't mean it to go that far," she said. "Not yet. I thought we'd just kiss. I only meant us to kiss for a long time yet. Kissing can be so sweet..."

"Mind your lipstick," I said, but she planted her lips on mine and I tasted the jammy, boiled-sweet taste of the lipstick as she forced her tongue into my mouth

"Christ," she moaned and for a moment I thought we were going to end up again, struggling on the bed, but we broke apart, panting heavily. 

"Please, Auntie..." I said, "do you mean...?"

"Get dressed," she said thickly, "The car'll be here soon."

"Auntie," I pleaded

"Listen, just forget this ever happened," she said, dismissing me as she sat down crossly to repair her makeup.

Because it was such a small wedding party I was sitting beside the groom. He tried to make conversation, telling me about his interest in sailing.

"Dinghies mostly, he said "I had an Enterprise," he said. "Then a Dragon." 

He looked as though it was a long time since he had had a sailor's tan, his face was tired and grey "

"The tides in Dublin Bay can be tricky, though." he explained, "As much as four knots in either direction."

"Yes," I said, as if I knew what he was talking about.

"That's right," Kitty said dryly, "You wouldn't want to be caught with your spinnaker out."

She was obviously tired of these reminiscences of an old salt and had been snappy with her new husband all day. Twenty or thirty more people had joined us for the evening part of the reception and the band was playing a selection of jigs and reels. There was a lot of changing partners and swinging around, but sometimes Kitty held on to me longer than she should have, causing confusion, before swinging away with her new husband who was doing his best to pretend he was enjoying himself.

The next afternoon, the last thing I could have expected, Kitty and I were standing in the large front drawing room of the big house in Clontarf which stood well back from the busy road, facing the park and the bay beyond.. Although it was Saturday the traffic was still heavy on the Howth Road and sailboats were circling in the misty distance in the bay. On the wall were paintings and black and white photographs of yachts, gaff-rigged and Bermuda-rigged, a younger Mr Twomey at the helm of one of them, another photograph of him with a pretty blonde-haired woman standing beside a dinghy on the slipway of Clontarf Yacht Club, another picture of sailboats on a sunlit sea at Skerries. On the huge marble mantlepiece were several large silver sailing cups.

"Even if Twomey doesn't have a second stroke and can come home, I'll have to arrange a bedroom for him downstairs," Kitty said. "One thing's for sure, we won't be sharing a bedroom." 

It had happened while he was watching her undress in the suite in the Gresham. As if, I thought, the vision of the Goddess had been too much for him

"They said it was a direct result of going off those beta-blockers," Kitty said, "so he has only himself to blame"

I thought of the frenzied dancing Kitty had made him take part in towards the end of the wedding, everyone up on the floor, going mad like they did at country weddings.

"Listen," Kitty said, as we went into the hall and climbed the heavily carpeted stairs with the ornate banisters, "In a couple of months you'll probably be going to Trinity," 

"If I get the points, I suppose," I said.

We went into the big main bedroom, with its heavy walnut bed, dressing table and wardrobe, its wonderful view over Dublin Bay.

"This connecting room used to be a dressing-room," Kitty said, opening another door, but it's big enough for a bedroom and study. It'd be yours. Both rooms need doing up of course."

"Mine?" I said.

"It'd be much handier for Trinity than Glenageary is. I'm sure your Mum and Dad would agree."

"You mean...?" I said delightedly. "Oh, Kitty...!"

"Pleased?"

"Oh, Yes, YES!"

"Show me how pleased."

I was instantly in her arms, and our lips collided hungrily, then became gentle as we sucked our sweetness from each other, our tongues exploring deeply, finding and learning each others bodies delightedly again. Kitty gently but forcefully pressed her thigh between mine, lifting me so that I was riding her thigh, creating a delicious friction between my legs that made me almost faint with pleasure as I was pulled helplessly against her opulent breasts and belly which cushioned me with their sweetness. We collapsed on the bed with Kitty on her hands and knees, kissing me while I tried to unbutton my dress and maintain the kiss at the same time, desperately trying not to withdraw my lips from hers, to hold the kiss as if my life depended on it.

"Oh, Kitty," I said, "Kitty, please..."

I didn't know if I could release her for long enough to give her enough space to undress. Kitty took my face between her hands and started to give me dry pecking kisses on my lips and, in the chilly air of the bedroom, I could already smell her arousal.


"No, not here," she said. "Come on"

The bridal suite in the Gresham was the sexiest room I had ever entered. The wallpaper was red and the sofa and chairs of soft white leather. The bedroom was filled with flowers, not just the usual ones supplied with chocolates, fruit and champagne by the management, but the two hundred red roses that Kitty had bought in O'Connell Street earlier that afternoon and arranged at both sides of the canopied bed, in silver champagne coolers and borrowed vases. I sat on the bed and stared in disbelief as Kitty stepped out of her blue dress. She was wearing pure white underwear, a skimpy push-up bra, a garterbelt with narrow lace straps supporting her shiny tan stockings and the smallest pair of panties I had ever seen in my life, a tiny triangle of white silk that barely pretended to cover her pubic area and left her blonde bush tantalisingly exposed above where the material was dimpled by the elastic. She worked the panties down over her thighs and tossed them to me, then busied herself with her garter straps. The panties were still warm from her body and I unashamedly pressed them to my nose, inhaling a deep draught of her Goddess scent.

She tossed her stockings to me then and reached back to unclip her bra,

letting it fall to the floor as she turned and bent over a side table to pick up a champagne bottle from its ice bucket. I had never looked at her in glorious nakedness from a rear view before and I could only gasp at the magnificence of her high, muscular buttocks set on those heavy thighs, the deep sway-in towards her solid waist and the rippling, glorious femininity of her upper back and shoulderblades, the swelling magnificence of her shoulders.




The New Bride



I bent to pick up her bra from the carpet, but she caught me and began to undress me and then sat down in one of the armchairs, pulling me onto her lap. We kissed slowly, deeply and sweetly and then drank some Champagne, then kissed again, sharing mouthfuls of Champagne with each other. Kitty's lipstick was all over my face and our bodies were both giving off a strong smell of arousal. Kitty's body was hot and she was sweating heavily under the arms and I kept kissing her under there, sucking her shaven armpits, licking up her sweat with my tongue. She took the old ring she had always worn before she had become engaged to Mr Twomey and she put it on my left hand, on my second finger which was the only one it would fit, then she reached towards the table and next thing she was pulling the blue garter up my thigh and I giggled to see it there among all the naked flesh. We started kissing again, Kitty's tongue deep in my mouth and me caressing her nipples, feeling the wet, sweaty, pimpled beauty under my fingertips and then we got so worked up we couldn't make the bed and Kitty was on top of me, trying to possess me there and then on the floor. I couldn't believe she could find someone like me attractive but she was nearly frantic in her overwhelming need. I felt I was almost about to pass out with desire when I was at last free to grasp and fondle her body at will in an almost mindless passion and at the same time possess her lips with mine. Yet she matched me in my frantic scramble towards orgasm and we both wailed out our cry of climax together.

Then Kitty got a towel from the bathroom and dried under her arms and along her glistening breasts and across her engorged nipples. I was lying now, exhausted, on the towel and she was kneeling beside me, finger-fucking me gently. I began to sigh as I felt a rising, gentle tide of excitement build again in my womb and vagina. Kitty bent down and kissed me. 

"This might hurt a little bit, my sweet one," she said, "but I want to be the one to take your virginity."

I smiled and nodded. She continued to finger-fuck me and then, just as I started to orgasm, she pressed harder, pushed two fingers deep into me and I felt a dull, tearing pain as she deflowered me.

Kitty was lying on the bed, smoking, an ashtray balanced between her breasts. I was smoking too, sitting astride her belly, surrounded by all the vases of red roses which reflected a warm pink in the flesh of our naked bodies. I had my hands on her breasts because I wanted to get her excited again. There was a small amount of blood still oozing out between my legs and it stained the white skin of her belly. She traced it with her finger.

"You know what this means?" she said.

"I think so," I said, staring down lovingly at the Goddess.

"I've made you my bride," she said.

The end.



The New Building



Jeff turned into the parking lot of the vacant building he was about to see for his new offices and show room. He saw a beautiful woman, leaning into the driver's side window of a silver sedan, talking with the man behind the wheel. As Jeff parked his truck, he nearly took out a landscaped island. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the woman's amazing legs. She was wearing a blue knee length pleated skirt, a tan long sleeve clingy sweater that hugged her beautiful round breasts, three inch high heeled sandals, but what really caught his eye was the shiny, ultra sheer pantyhose. The hose had such a luster and were so sheer, that it looked like her legs were coated in water. She kissed the driver of the sedan and he drove off. She picked up her black leather brief case and made her way over to Jeff's truck.

Holly was thirty nine but could easily pass as ten years younger. Her body was firm and toned and she always had compliments from men and some women about her physique. At 5'-11", her long sculpted legs were her best feature and she knew how to draw attention to them, at least from men. The outfit she was wearing was no accident either. She wanted to make the deal on this building and when she heard it was a man coming to see it, she pulled out all the stops. When she saw him practically crash through the hedge because he couldn't look away from her sexy hose clad legs, she knew it wouldn't take much to seal a deal.

Jeff quickly adjusted the uncomfortable bulge in his jeans before opening the door and stepping out. He had no more closed the door when Holly approached. He was frozen by her lovely form. Her shoulder length blond hair fluttered in the light breeze, as did her skirt. His eyes once again drawn to her luscious legs, he could feel his cock harden even more. 

"Hi, you must be Jeff. I'm Holly, nice to finally meet you," She held out her hand.

"Yes...Nice to meet you too," Jeff finally said, shaking her hand and trying not to drool.

"I thought your realtor was coming too...Steve was it?"

"He's running late...He should be here...any minute," Jeff said fighting to get the words out. He couldn't help staring at the gorgeous woman before him.

"Is there something wrong?" Holly asked, knowing full well what the problem was.



"No...I mean...it's just I didn't expect you to look like this."

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you..."

"No...No you didn't disappoint me...I...it's that...Well your outfit seems..."

"Oh...I don't usually dress this casual when meeting a buyer, but my husband and I were on our way to a friend's party when I got the call you were in town and wanted to see the building. They said you only had time to see it today so...here I am."

"You look...amazing!" Jeff was still staring.

"Thank you, that's very sweet," Holly said, giving him a quick hug.

Jeff could feel Holly's firm breast's pressing against his chest and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her thigh. Jeff was blushing a bit as she stepped back, embarrassed at what just happened.

Steve's Corvette turned into the parking lot just then. He parked next to Jeff's truck and quickly hopped out to join the two already talking.

"Sorry I'm late. What did I miss?" 

Steve was shaking Jeff's hand when he got his first good look at Holly. Like Jeff, he was awe struck. His eyes traveled up and down her sexy form before coming to rest on her hose covered legs. Jeff elbowed him in the ribs as his mouth hung open.

"Ugh...Ah...You must be Holly. I had you pictured as much...older," Steve struggled with the words. 

Holly cocked her head and raised an eye brow. "Is that so?"

"No...That didn't come out right I meant you aren't what I expected," he tried to recover his cool.

"Quit while you're behind," Jeff said, opening the rear door of his truck. He removed a clip board, a tape measure and his digital camera. 

Holly smiled as she turned, heading toward the front of the building. She had both these guys right where she wanted them.

"Let's have a look at this place, shall we?" 



She led them to the front door and unlocked it. Jeff stayed back to get a picture of the front of the building. He made sure to take a couple, including a close up of Holly bending at the waist to unlock the door. 

"I wanted to show you the lobby or in your case the show room area first," Holly said leading them in. 

She pointed out the advantages of this space and how the offices were located above on the second floor. She walked them through the small warehouse space that backed up to the lobby and the shipping/receiving area. Jeff continued to snap pictures, some actually of the building. Most were of Holly's sexy legs. They took on a unique glow in the fluorescent light of the receiving bay. Jeff would sometimes kneel down to make a note or check a measurement on the floor but he was really getting a better look up Holly's skirt. 

Holly pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor but wanted to show them something in the back parking lot area before going to the offices. They went out the man door next to the large roller door. On the loading dock she described the capabilities of the building and its location then proceeded down the stairs to the asphalt. She walked to the modern security fence in the rear and showed how easy it operated. Neither Jeff nor Steve was paying any attention to the fence. They were watching Holly's skirt getting blown up by the wind as she walked around the fenced in yard. They even got a glimpse of her firm nylon encased ass. Jeff couldn't be sure but she didn't appear to have on any panties. Holly's phone rang.

"Hello, this is Holly. Hi Mr. Johnson...I'm with another client at the moment. Yes I will be there shortly, just be ready for me when I get there. Ok...I'll see you shortly...bye." She smiled at the two men waiting for her. "Sorry...another client who wants to see me," she said and climbed the stairs to the back door once more.

"I can't blame him," Jeff whispered to Steve before entering the building. Both men chuckled.

The trio went back inside and up the stairs. There was a large open area overlooking the shipping/receiving bay. Along one wall were two old couches and some empty vending machines. Holly explained the previous occupants used this space as a break room. Two of the offices had windows facing the break room with a hall way between them to the other two offices whose windows overlooked the lobby. Jeff went to the first office near the break room and looked in. It was nothing special; 20'x20' with a closet on the wall that it shared with the office facing the lobby and blinds on the window. As Jeff stepped toward the second break room office Holly stopped him.

"It's locked. The previous people still have some files and computers in there. They will be picking them up next week."



He looked at the front to offices. They were basically the same as the back two, just a bit larger. He returned to the break area were he found Holly sitting on one of the couches with her legs crossed. She was bouncing her leg slightly while watching him return. She could see his eyes were glued to her glistening legs.

"Well, what do you think?" She gave a mischievous grin at her open ended question.

"Give me a minute here with Steve and I will let you know," Jeff said motioning his friend over.

"Take your time," she replied bouncing her leg more.

She watched as the two men talked. Jeff was motioning this way and that but never taking his eyes off her lovely pantyhose covered legs. She pretended not to notice his stares even when she uncrossed then re-crossed her legs slowly, making him stop in mid sentence. She could see the bulge in his jeans and the wet spot forming as well. Holly knew the effect her teasing was having on both men and it turned her on too. It was a good thing she was sitting because the cotton panel of her hose was drenched with her juices. They would be running down her thighs if she wasn't.

"So...do we have a deal?" She uncrossed her legs and sat forward, resting her forearms on her knees.

Jeff and Steve stood in front of her. Jeff swallowed hard trying to regain his composure.

"I don't know...they are asking a lot for the square footage," Jeff said looking to Steve.

"And you will have to put some money into renovating the offices and show room," Steve added.

Holly reached up and began rubbing both men's cocks through their pants, squeezing and stroking.

"I'm sure we can come to some kind of arrangement," she said, lowering their zippers and extracting their throbbing dicks.

Holly stood and stepped out of her heels. She released Jeff's cock and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. She maneuvered Steve to the side of the couch, stepped onto the cushions and sat on the back of it. Placing her left leg on the padded arm in front of Steve and spreading her right wide, she told Jeff to sit. He did as ordered and Holly moved her feet into his lap. Her soft nyloned souls encircled his cock and she slowly stroked up and down the full length of his shaft.



"Mmmmmmmmmm," Jeff moaned in pleasure, laying his head against the back of the couch. 

The intoxicating aroma of Holly's pussy made him drunk with lust. His hands slid over the velvety hose on her legs as she pumped his cock in her silky grasp. Holly never stopped stroking Steve's cock with her left hand. He had managed to pull up her tight fitting sweater and was fondling her boobs through her sheer lacy bra. He was making her nipples hard as cherry pits and causing even more nectar to leak from her sopping hole. She reached up and released the strapless bra and threw it aside. This gave Steve better access to her beautiful round breasts. Holly stuck two fingers into her steamy pussy and started masturbating herself while watching her feet glide up and down Jeff's pre-cum soaked cock. The souls of her feet were now slick with his juices and she moved them faster. She would remove her fingers from her pussy and offer them to the two men, who hungrily licked her honey from them. This went on for several minutes until Holly was consumed by her first orgasm.

"Oh GOD...Yes...yes...yes...," she cried as her body bucked on the back of the couch.

She managed to continue to stimulate both men throughout her throws of pleasure. When she was coming down from her erotic high, she released Jeff's cock and told him to stand. Once Jeff had move she knelt on the cushion and took Steve's rigid cock into her mouth. Her right hand never left her pussy. 

Jeff stroked his hard cock while watching his friend getting a magnificent blow job from this incredibly sexy woman. Steve was steadying himself by leaning against the side of the couch. Jeff finally moved forward and knelt behind her, admiring the firm globes of her shimmering hose covered ass. He could see Holly's fingers frantically plunging in and out of her flooded sex inside her drenched pantyhose. Long strings of translucent liquid dripped down onto the cushion. He reached under her and pulled on the wet cotton panel, then forced his thumbs through the thin material, making an opening large enough for his cock. Jeff pushed his manhood into the hole until the shaft rested against the back of Holly's flexing hand. She removed her fingers from her pussy and took Jeff's cock in her dripping hand, stroking it slowly. Holly released Steve's cock from her lips but continued to stroke it with her left hand.

"When you two are ready, I want you to cum on my legs, Ok?"

"Whatever you want!" and "Sure thing!" were the answers from her two partners. She engulfed Steve's cock once more and guided Jeff's to the entrance of her slippery pussy. His large hands rested on her hips as he pushed his cock all the way inside her wet clenching hole. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm," She moaned around Steve's cock as Jeff buried himself to the hilt.



Jeff's thrusts were long, slow and steady, he didn't want to over do it and cum to quick. Her tight talented pussy was making that very difficult though. Steve had his head back trying to stay on his feet as Holly tried to suck the life right out of him. 

Holly could feel both men getting close as she herself was about to cum again. She pulled Jeff's twitching member from her pussy and released Steve's cock as well. She quickly sat on the couch and offered a glistening hosed leg to each man. Both men took an ankle in one hand and stroked their cocks with the other. She pinched her nipples and fondled her breasts with her left hand as her right returned to work on her tingling womanhood. Within seconds she came, convulsing violently as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Both men watched as Holly continued to feverishly finger her pussy as she rode up and down the peaks and valleys of her orgasm. She had just barely regained some semblance of control when Steve groaned and shot his hot cum on her knee and down her shin. The pearly white semen covered her left leg and dripped to the floor as Steve wiped the last remnants on the arch of her foot. 

"Mmmmmm...it's so warm...thank you baby," she purred.

"Aaaahhhhhh," was all Jeff said before spraying his load on her.

Several long white ropes of sticky cum landed on her inner thigh, over her knee and onto the side of her calf. Jeff pressed the head of his belching cock against the underside of her pantyhose covered toes and fired the last spurt through the transparent material and between them. She wiggled her toes, spreading the cum around. Both men stood panting before her for a moment then wrestled their softening members back into their pants.

"Fax me a copy of your offer to my office in the morning and I will get all the paper work in order for you to sign...It was a pleasure doing business with you both," Holly said with a big smile. Jeff and Steve shook her hand, collected their things and left.

Holly's husband emerged from the locked office. He was holding his hard cock in his hand and smiling as he walked toward her. He had drove down the street about half a block and parked. When he saw his wife lead the men into the building he waited about ten minutes then called her. When she told Mr. Johnson "she would be there shortly," he knew it was clear to go and hide in one of the offices and lock the door. He waited until they were done looking at the offices and talking in the break room before moving the blind aside just enough to see threw. He watched the whole steamy scene unfold before his eyes. Seeing his sexy pantyhose wearing wife seduce two strangers, have sex with them and have them cum all over her was a dream come true.

As he approached, Holly smiled and said, "I guess you are ready for round two?" She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her next.