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The Request

By: ilovewriting



Twenty-five year old Heather sat nervously on the couch in her small apartment, awaiting the arrival of her good friend Calvin, who was due to appear at any moment. Nervousness had set in some time ago, and she was now more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life. Even though they had been close friends for over ten years, she didn’t know how he would react to what she was going to ask him.

The waiting was torture, and she soon found herself pacing the room as she tried uselessly to stop the butterflies in her stomach, the pounding of her heart, and the racing of her mind.

This would be the day, she knew it, it would all work out for her, and she was so scared of the possibility that he would react badly.

Finally, fifteen minutes late, Calvin arrived, and she quickly showed him in and ushered him to the couch. “Sorry I’m late, I was caught in traffic. Are you going to tell me why you called? What do you need to talk about? I’ve been rather worried, are you ok?”

“I’m fine” she assured him, knowing full well that she mustn’t look fine, “I ummm, have something important to ask you, and please don’t freak on me, ok, I’m nervous enough as it is”

“Ok” Calvin said, becoming more concerned by the minute.

Heather took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts before she began, “Well we have known each other for a long time. I trust you, and I think you trust me”

“I do” he put in quickly before allowing her to continue.

“Well I’m twenty-five, still single, and a serious relationship doesn’t seem to be anywhere near for me”

“What are you saying?” he asked curiously, wondering if she was going to reveal some long hidden feelings for him or something.

“Calvin I want you to father my child”

Calvin almost passed out. This confession was the last thing he had expected from her, he had no idea she would ask something like this, she had, until now, given no indication that she had been considering this.

“Hear me out” she quickly put in before he could protest, “You don’t have to do anything other than impregnate me. I’ve wanted a child for so long, and I don’t want to just find some bastard at a club with aids or something, and screw him. I also don’t want some stranger who jacked off in a jar to be the father. I trust you, you are my best friend, and I’d rather you be the father than someone I don’t know”

“I…” he was totally lost for words, something which rarely happened to him, “I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t have to support the child in any way,” she continued, “And there is no reason our baby has to know its real father, I just want you to impregnate me, that’s all, no strings attached”

Calvin took a deep breath and thought things over for a minute or two, while Heather sat there patiently letting him think. He didn’t mind the thought of sleeping with her, she was quite attractive, and couldn’t understand why she was unattached, however that didn’t make the decision any easier.

He had never fathered a child before, and up until this moment he hadn’t thought much about being a father, even one where his responsibility was only to mate with the mother. It was ten minutes before the silence of the room was broken, much to Heathers relief, “Are you sure about this Heather? I mean, a child is a big responsibly, especially on your own”

“I’m sure” she insisted, “I want a baby, and I would be grateful if you would be the father”

He thought again for another few moments, “Well… when would we actually….” He trailed off.

“Well…” she took another deep breath to calm herself, “I have been checking my charts, and right now would be the perfect time to conceive, that’s why I called you over, I thought if you said yes things would be less uncomfortable if we got it over and done with now, without the waiting and all”

“Now?” he asked feeling his heart skip a beat.

“Its up to you, I don’t want to pressure you”

He let out a breath that until now he hadn’t realized he was holding, “Ummm… ok then, if that’s what you really want I would be happy to help you out”

She smiled and leapt into his arms, “Thank you so much, this means the world to me!”

He hugged her back, “That’s ok, its good to see you so happy”

She stood up and brushed her hair out of her eyes, “So ummm, do you want something to eat or something to drink or something?” she wasn’t sure what to say now, they were going to do it, and up until this point she had only thought about getting him to say yes to fathering her child, she hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“No I’m fine” he stood with her nervously, “Lets do this”

She nodded, and Calvin followed her to her room. Once inside she closed the door behind them, quickly searching the room with her eyes to make sure everything was right. The bed was made and ready for them to breed, she had done a tidy up earlier and made sure no dirty cloths of girly personals were laying around, everything seemed in place.

“Are you ready?” she asked nervously, wondering how all of this would go, since they had known each other for so long, and had never been involved with one another sexually.

“Yes” he said, and took the first move, pulling his shirt up and over his head.

Heather gasped at his muscular chest, feeling her excitement building, and removed her shirt too, slipping out of her shoes as she did, and kicking them aside. Next she undid her skirt and let to drop to the floor around her ankles, and a few moments later they found themselves standing naked in front of one another for the first time.

They both couldn’t help but explore each others bodies with their eyes, and Heather watched in awe as Calvin’s penis started to rise to the occasion, realizing that would be the penis which got her pregnant, which would soon be moving in and out of her wet cunt as he mated with her.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked her, letting her be in control of how this was going to transpire.

Taking her eyes off his bulge, she moved over to the bed. Calvin went with her, and she laid herself back, bringing her knees up and placing her feet flat on the bed.

Calvin got onto the end of the bed, and after asking her once again if she was sure she wanted this to happen, he started kissing his way up her right leg, feeling his penis getting harder by the minute as he thought of what he was about to do to her.

He rubbed her smooth, tanned legs with his hands, and started to kiss her thighs, feeling her shiver as he approached her womanhood. He licked the entire length of her slit in one big stroke of his tongue, before parting her lips with his fingers and using his tongue to penetrate her body.

She gasped, and he tasted her sweetness, locking his mouth over her pussy and causing her juices to flow into his mouth. She knew she wouldn’t need much foreplay, and as every second past she could feel her body becoming more and more excited, and it was driving her wild, she needed him to do this to her NOW.

She grabbed him under the arms and lifted him up to her. He took the hint, and started to suck her neck as she spread herself wider, giving his sex-organ room to work as her hands roamed his back.

“Do it to me” she whispered urgently, “Please! Make me pregnant”

“Oh god” Calvin laughed very nervously, and with that he thrust forward, and berried his cock into her awaiting pussy with one violent thrust.

She cried out, and wrapped her legs around his waist as he started pounding into her wet cunt, deep strokes, his cock head exploring her insides.

“Oh fuck” she moaned, “Oh god fuck me, fuck me!”

He wrapped his arms around her and thrust hard and deep, her cries driving him on as she thrust her hips up to meet his like a hungry animal, desperate for him to create a new life in her belly.

“Deeper” she begged, “Deeper, we need to..(gasp)… inject..(gasp).. the sperm as deep into me as possible”

Calvin couldn’t believe this. Heather, sweet little Heather whom he had know for so long now under him, begging him to get her pregnant and urging him on like a slut. It was the most erotic encounter of his life, and the hand of god couldn’t stop him from doing this to her now, there was no turning back for either of them.

She came, the room filled with her screams as he increased his thrusting, making sure he held out so that he could eventually unleash the pressure violently into her body.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned, “Keep going! Harder! Please faster! Deeper! Oh FUCK ME!!!!!”

He could feel her fingernails digging into his back, and it drove him on ever more, her legs wrapped around him, her nails in his back, her hips thrusting violently up to meet his, his balls slapping against her, the juicy noise between their legs and her desperate screams of passion, it was the best fuck of his life, one which was going to create a new life, and bring meaning back into Heathers life.

Calvin kept up his hard, fast pace, his breathing erratic and his heart on fire. 

They screwed like honey animals for what seemed like an eternity, until finally Heather felt the tingle of approaching orgasm again.

“Ohhh god!” she gasped, “I’m going to cum!!!! I’m going to cum!!!! Oh god cum with me!!! You have to cum with me!!! Make me pregnant!!! Make me pregnant!!! PLEASE!!!!!!”

That was it, he couldn’t take it any longer, his balls swelled his heart pounded and finally, he let himself go, the first burst shooting out into her like a bullet from a gun, the start of what was the most incredibly orgasm of his entire life.

The feeling of his hot sperm hitting the walls of her insides sent her over the edge again, and her body convulsed, unleashing its sexually energy as this man between her legs pump his sperm into her awaiting fertile body.

She locked her feet together behind his back, forcing him deep into her, determined not to let him go until every one of his sperm was swimming around in her stomach. “Oh god!” she gasped as they came together, “Oh god I’m gonna have a baby!”

“Oh fuck” Calvin moaned as his cock pumped its sperm into her, pulsating, spilling into her, their juices mixing to create new life inside of her.

They lay there, locked together, the male spilling into the female just like nature had intended.

Calvin propped himself up on his elbows and stared into her eyes, stroking her hair. Heather stared back at him lovingly, and he lent down to kiss her gently on the lips.

Finally their climax ceased, and it was another few minutes before Heather unwrapped herself from him and allowed him to withdraw.

Calvin rolled over onto his back, exhausted, and to his surprised Heather snuggled up to him, resting her head on his chest, and together they drifted off to sleep.

Calvin stayed with Heather for the next few days, until he was called away on business, their night together revealing feelings for each other that they didn’t know they had, and in that time they came together many times.

Calvin returned to her a few weeks later to the news that she was expecting his child, and he moved in with her to take care of her throughout her pregnancy.

She gave birth to a son exactly when the doctor had predicted, and a few months later Heather was married to Calvin, and together they raised their beautiful baby boy, and in the years that followed, their son Jay became a constant reminder of how Heathers request had bought them together, and bought meaning to both of their lives.

The Request



Nervously, I bit my lower lip as I considered his request. The request was a simple one, “Strip for me.” He reclined in the chair, patiently as he waited for me to comply with his request. 

My mind scrambled for something to say, I stood before him, fully clothed, searching for some sort of a coy comeback. “But, there’s no music,” it was all I could stammer, my cheeks turning crimson. He shook his head no and motioned for me to begin. My mouth started to form more words; he held a finger up to his lips motioning for me to be quiet.

“Strip for me, now,” he said again, his voice more demanding. My face was ablaze; I began to unbutton the buttons on my shirt, stalling for time. I looked down, trying to focus my attention on my task, avoiding his intent stare. “No, look at me,” he said motioning with his hand. I raised my head, focusing on a spot on the wall, not wanting to meet his gaze. My blouse was now unbuttoned, it flapped loosely, revealing my bra. I slid the blouse down, laying it neatly on the bed. “Quit stalling and strip for me.” His voice was commanding and hinted at his impatience. 

“But I’m not wearing anything sexy,” I stammered in protest. I felt silly standing in front of him in my bra and jeans. He didn’t say anything; he rapped his fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently. I knew that I wasn’t going to win this one, not this time. I unzipped my jeans, turning away from him, I lowered them, bending far over as I slid them off. I was trying to ease the intensity of the moment by joking as I wiggled my butt in his face. Shyly, I folded the jeans, resting them at the foot of the bed. I stood before him clad in only a bra and panties. My bra was gleaming white against the pallor of my skin. My panties were plain cotton briefs, nothing alluring, but he watched me intently. 

“Take the rest of it off,” he said as he sank further into the chair. I didn’t know what to do, weren’t women supposed to dance and prance around while they stripped? Gingerly, I slid my panties down to the floor revealing a mass of dark pubic hair. I could feel the flush of my cheeks as it traveled down my neck. He nodded his head, encouraging me to continue. Stalling, I slowly lowered the straps of my bra, revealing one breast and then the other, reaching behind me; I unhooked it, watching as it fell to the floor. 

I bent to pick it up; he stopped me saying “No, I want you on the bed now.” I looked at him embarrassed, shy, unsure of what he was going to request next, and unsure of what I would do next. I sat on the edge of the bed, the cool smoothness of the bedspread sending chills up my spine. “No, I want you to lay back. I want to watch you get yourself off. I want to watch as you make yourself come for me.” My heart raced, there had to be a way out of this one. I lay back as he directed, stalling for time as I fluffed the pillows and smoothed out the covers underneath me. “Do it.” He said as he rose from his chair. 

I ran my hand over my breasts, my nipples becoming erect under the tickle caused by my touch. I proceeded to slip my hand down the softness of my belly, going lower to the fuzzy, soft, down of pubic hair. I raised my head to look up at him, he nodded approvingly, “What about you?” I asked. He wasn’t shy at all; eagerly he ripped his shirt off revealing a nude, well-muscled chest. Unabashedly, he pulled off his jeans and his white briefs, showing me exactly how interested he was. He supported the bulk of his already hard cock across the palm of his hand. The level of his arousal flattered me. I hadn’t touched him, and yet he was hard and full of want. 

Gently, I slid my fingers in between my already wet lips. “Mmm,” he groaned as he watched. I began to stroke myself slowly, spreading my legs widely affording him a better view. “That’s it baby,” he said as he lowered himself onto the bed. With my other hand I reached out to touch him, with a sharp slap, he pushed my hand away. “No, I want to watch you. Get yourself off for me.” I stopped for a minute, pulling my hand out of my pussy, confused. Forcefully, he grabbed my hand guiding it back to its’ former location. Taking my finger, he slid it back between my lips. Kissing me softly as he spoke “Do this for me, I want to see you come.” 

I stroked myself slowly at first; I was still uncomfortable with him watching me. All of the lights in the room were on, I felt shy and embarrassed. I motioned for him to turn out the lights; he shook his head “no”. He began to caress my nipples, rolling them tenderly between his fingers. I moved my fingers a little faster, feeling my clit enlarge beneath them. He rose up on his haunches, pulling at my knees, opening my legs wider as he watched. He inhaled deeply as he lowered his head between my thighs, “I can smell you now, keep going for me babe.” I deftly tickled and rubbed at my clit, the sensations reeling up my spine causing my breathing to become quicker and my heart to pound. Just knowing that he was enjoying watching me, knowing that getting myself off was getting him off was causing quite a thrill for me. 

“My baby is close now,” he said as he slid a long, slender finger into my pulsating wetness. I could feel the muscles of my vagina as they gripped the invader. I cried out in pleasure, raising my hips in need. I continued massaging my clit as he slid his finger in and out, “That’s it,” he said as he found and began to stroke my g-spot. “I can hear you, you are so ready to come,” he said as he stroked me making me wet, pushing me to the brink of no return. With a cry of sheer pleasure, I came. I could feel the juices as they ran out of me; hot, wet, sticky, “Delicious,” he said as he licked his fingers, sucking off my juice. 

I rolled him over onto his back, he was now my plaything, and his cock was still up, still hard, pulsating in my grasp. With one deft maneuver, I mounted him, moaning in ecstasy as his prick plunged deep within me. I rocked slowly, allowing him to relish every move. Instinctively, he grabbed my hips guiding me. “Oh, I am so close,” he moaned. I shook my head as he looked up at me; I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily, I wanted to play with him. I rocked faster and faster, his body tensed beneath me, as he stiffened, I slid off of him. “No” he gasped as he grabbed at my hips. I held my finger to his lips to silence him. I lowered my head to his cock, lapping at it; I slid it into my mouth. I could taste myself on him; I could smell my scent on him. I tasted the saltiness of his come as it dribbled out. “I can’t hold back much longer,” he cried. I took the wholeness of his dick into my mouth, almost gagging myself. “Oh my god!” he exclaimed as he rose his hips driving himself further in. 

I teased it and played with it, alternating licks and deep sucking, tracing the trail of veins, flicking its’ opening with my tongue, lapping up drops of salty desire. Gently, I stroked his balls, tugging at his scrotum. His breath came out in short gasps, his body was on fire, and he grabbed fistfuls of my hair, pulling on it as he rolled me onto my back. He lowered himself on top of me, driving himself deeply into me. I cried out in pleasure, rising up to meet him. We lost ourselves into the depths of want and desire, each in a private world filled with the waves of joy and passion. He quivered, resting him weight on me as he came filling me with steaming hot come. I could feel it roll out as he broke our coupling, flopping onto the bed beside me. 

He rested his head on my shoulder as he toyed with my breasts. Usually afterwards, I was in a rush to cover myself, to hide what I felt was undesirable and ugly. Tonight, I lay with him arm in arm, wrapped in the warmth of embrace. He wound my hair in his fingers, tugging on it gently as he looked up at me. I lay there enjoying the embrace, basking in the warmth radiating off his body, relishing the masculine scent of him as it melded with my perfume. He slid his fingers down my neck and rested his hand on my nude breast, tenderly; he teased my nipple to full erection. 

Shyly, I slid his hand away and reached for the covers. “No,” he said as he grabbed at my arm, stopping me, “I want you to stay just the way you are.” I hesitantly complied with his request. He released my arm from his grip, lowering his head; he began to tease my nipple with his tongue, gently nipping at it with his teeth. My back arched in response to his erotic gesture. He opened his mouth widely, taking in the fullness of my breast, sucking eagerly. He trailed his fingers down the softness of my belly; progressing downward he slid them in between my slick, damp lips. I moaned as he stroked me, bringing me back to full arousal. I began to relax, not ashamed of my nude state, I began to respond, eager for more. 

I reached out to stroke his penis; I found it hard and ready for me. He trembled as I stroked it, gently at first than harder and harder. I reached out for him, guiding him by his hips, I navigated him on top of me. Not shy now; I greedily grabbed his cock, guiding it inside of me. The walls of my vagina tightened around him, he didn’t respond as I urged him on, grabbing at his ass. “Get yourself off on my cock,” he whispered into my ear, unable to hold back I did as he commanded. I rocked my hips, gyrating in that archaic rhythm, responding to his urging as he whispered to me, “That’s it baby, get off on me.” With a moan of sheer pleasure and excitement, I spread my legs wide, coming. He sensed my excitement and drove himself deep inside of me, quivering as he joined my in ecstasy. 

Our joy was interrupted by the pitter-patter of tiny feet coming up the hallway and stopping at our bedroom door. “Mommy,” said the little voice. Our pride and joy, our little daughter interrupted our physical joy. She was barely four years old. I covered him up and threw on my gown. Smiling, I opened the bedroom door, and picked her up. “I want a drink, mommy.” I gave her the tiniest drink of water and tucked her back into her bed. Kissing her tenderly on the cheek, I tiptoed to the room shared by my two sons, cracking the door slightly, I found them both sound asleep. I glided down the hallway, careful not to make a sound as I went back to our room. He was also fast asleep; I slid in between the covers, careful not to wake him, thinking about the closeness we had shared.

I cuddled close to him, wrapping my arm around his waist; he stirred slightly, grabbing my arm, pulling me closer. I lay there, listening to him breathe, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. I let my mind wander, thinking about what we had just shared, the passion, the pleasure, and the joy. After all of these years; after a mortgage payment, three children, the changes in my body caused by the unstoppable hands of time, wrinkles, graying hair, my little tummy pooch, he still wanted me. Maybe, just maybe love erases the scars placed on us by time. I didn’t see his thinning hair, the lines around his mouth and eyes; they are just a part of the man I love. Maybe, my own graying hair and lines were a part of the woman he loves. Maybe to him I was more than wife, more than companion, more than a soccer mom; to him I was a woman with all the other roles that I play in life coming second to that. I snuggled down closer, thinking to myself about how many different roles we play in our lives and what those roles mean to those who love us. Contentedly, I drifted off to sleep. 



The Request



Authors Notes: I would like to thank Literotica author Robert_Anthony (a.k.a. MALIBUMAN666)and his submission 'Once a Month? as the inspiration for this story. 

*

She lay there gently tracing her fingers up and down his shaft. "OK, now explain to me again what it is you want?"

He swallowed hard. She listened as he told her about his desire to have her tease him and control his orgasms.

"So you want to have sex but don't want to cum?"

"No, I do I just want you to decide when I do." He was nervous about how receptive she would be to, for them was, a very kinky request. "I want you in charge of me; sexually." He paused waiting for her to reply. "I want for you to make me as horny as you can and then decide if I am allowed to cum."

Silence. She stopped stroking him. "How long have you thought about this?"

"A quite some time. If this is to weird for you I understand. Forget I mentioned it." He waited in the darkness for a response. Almost dreading her next words.

But there were none. She instead leaned in and began kissing him and started to stroke his throbbing cock again. Before he knew it she had planted he pussy right on his face. He skillfully worked her up to an explosive orgasm. She slowly slide off his face and down his chest stopping right as his cock was outside her pussy. 

Rarely she could come more than once. It was only when she was super horny and he hoped that this was the case. Since it would mean that she was somewhat receptive to his request.

Slowly she moved herself onto his shaft. She gyrated slowly and softly as she allowed herself to be penetrated by him. Moving at a snails pace she fucked his cock for some time. 

He couldn't see her eyes in the darkness, but he felt them on him. 

Suddenly she stopped and began rubbing her clit on his pelvis. He knew that she was ready to cum. However, this time there was little friction from her pussy on him. She writhed and moaned as she neared climax. He, however, was just along for the ride. "Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Oh, fuck yes. Fuck me, yes."

He was taken aback by her. She never before spoke, let alone cursed during sex.

She tensed and convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her. She collapsed on top of him and lay there for a minute. He waited patiently for her to roll over and, as customary, he would mount her and he could cum. This time though, she rolled off of him and rolled over. He waited a minute and then when he went to move next to her she spoke. "That was great...Goodnight."

But it wasn't for him. He lay there most of the night. Horny. What just happened? Now there were more questions than answers. He decided he would let her bring up the topic again, if she wanted to.

The next morning went by without mention of the night before. As did the rest of the day. And the next weeks, right up to Christmas. 

They exchanged gifts by the tree next to the fire. He was still plagued by the last time they had sex, but didn't let it show. She broke his concentration by giving him one last gift that she had hidden.

He took it, but she held onto it. "If you want this, then you have ten seconds to decide once you open the box. Ten seconds. Yes or No." She let go and he nervously opened the box. His eyes went wide at the sight of a chastity device sitting in the box.

"Honey I...." She cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Ten seconds, yes or no or we never talk about this again."

"Yes". He felt his cock stirring. Fumbling with the pieces he assembled the cage around his cock and locked the lock. He looked up at her and held out the key. "Thank you." 

She took the key. "Good. Lets get some ground rules out of the way. I am in control of your sex life. I determine when, how and if you can come. Your sole purpose for the next year is to please me sexually. Understand." 

He nodded yes. 

"Also, at the end of the year I, not you, decide if I want to continue. Lastly, If I decide that I want to continue this for another year, then the amount of orgasms you get that year will depend on how well you please me this year. Clear?"

Did she say year? "Crystal."

She got up and opened up his dart board on the wall. A blank piece of white paper was in the center where the board was. She handed him twenty four darts. "Each one of these darts represents an orgasm you'll be allowed to have next year. Don't miss."

He let the first fly. Hit. The next and the next as well. He missed only two darts. Not bad he thought. Not as many as he would have liked, but twenty two was about two a month. That's certainly less than what he's used to, but he's getting his wish. He's read stories where guys go months or more without release.

She got up and took the darts off the paper and took the paper down. On the other side of the paper was a grid with numbers running left to right ranging from 1 to 365. 1 starting at the top right and 365 at the bottom left. She circled the dart holes that hit the paper, but missed the grid. Eleven. She plotted the dates from the Julian calendar onto a monthly calendar and gave him the paper. 

"OK, You get to cum 11 times this year. As you can see there are some large gaps in there." He looked at the dates. January 21st was first. The next was March 7th, followed by the 11th and then only two weeks to the 26th. 

April and May were blank. 

June 14th and 24th were next. July was blank. August was a shocker with back to back orgasms on the 3rd and 4th. September was empty, as were the first two weeks of October. 

The 20th and 23rd of October were next and November 1st was the last of the year. He swallowed hard and tried to comprehend what had just happened to him. He looked up at her and a wicked grin spread across her face. 

"I've done a little research as you can see. Funny to see how your precious few orgasms are clustered together, especially in August. At first I wasn't sure about doing this, but the more I looked into it the more excited I got. I've been so very horny these past two weeks waiting to give you your gift. I can't even imagine how you're going to make it going nine or ten weeks not only being denied an orgasm, but day after frustrating day of me teasing your, excuse me I mean my cock. Just think of all the times you'll be fucking my brains out. Giving me orgasm after mind blowing orgasm, only to be locked back up when I'm done with it." 

She moved over to the couch and sat down. "Let's not leave out all the times I'm going to want to unlock it and play with it just to see how desperate and frustrated you're going to get."

She opened her robe and he saw she was naked underneath. "Now, come over here and see how wet and hot my pussy has gotten explaining our arrangement."

His cock was already straining in its confines. She was normally reserved, never cursing or swearing. Now she sat before him, her fingers exploring her freshly trimmed bush, talking like a porn star. As he lowered himself into her crotch she pushed his head into her steaming womanhood. "Lick it good and make me cum, honey. If you do a really good job I'll promise not to ruin any of your orgasms."

He was already so horny. However, she was going to ensure he would be a completely different man by this time next year.



The Request



"No, I'm not doing that!" she said firmly. She put on her robe and gathered her clothes to go take her morning shower.

"Just think about it, you never know you might actually enjoy it," he said with that stupid smirk of his on his face.

"I'm not going to change my mind!" she stated as she hurriedly left the room.

She couldn't believe his latest request. He was always asking her to do things she was uncomfortable with. Things "good girls" never did! There were so many she couldn't even recall them all, but she never gave in. As she walked to the bathroom she determined that she wasn't budging this time either.

She removed her robe and stood in just her panties. She stepped on the bathroom scale and was pleased to note that she had lost 3 pounds this week. Stepping off the scale she totaled up the weight she had lost in the last couple of months. She was delighted when she realized that this made 20 pounds altogether. "Alright, I'm down to 150 pounds. Not bad for a 5'5" 45 year old."

She stopped as she was walking past the bathroom mirror. "Not looking too bad," she said to herself as she ran her hand down her flattened stomach. She turned and faced the mirror. "Hips are still too wide and the butt is still too big," she said as she slapped her hips and rounded butt cheeks in succession with her hands. "And these boobs are too small," she said as she cupped her 'B' sized breasts. "If only I could take it from here," she thought as she again slapped her butt cheeks "and put it here," she thought as she roughly grabbed her breasts. She sighed and gazed at herself in the mirror.

She noticed that her nipples had become slightly erect at the rough handling. Her nipples that were normally quite large were now even larger. They stood out from her small pert breasts making her dark areolas quite noticeable.

"That's right," she thought to herself, "that's one of the things he's asked me to do before. As if I could go without a bra! My mother would drop dead if I ever left the house without a bra. Besides, with these nipples they would poke a hole through my shirt." She gasped as she covered her nipples with the fingertips of her hands. "Wow, my hands are cold," she thought. Her nipples hardened even more and her breasts firmed up from the cold.

"When they're like this they don't look so bad," she thought. She cupped them again and smiled to herself. "I can see why he wanted me to send him a picture to him of them with my phone that time I was away for 2 weeks. No way was I doing that! Who knows where it could show up someday?"

"Oh, I also remember that time he wanted me to flash them at him when we were at the beach when the water was so cold you could clearly see every bump. I can't believe I actually considered that one! He looked so eager and excited that I thought about a quick flash. But then I decided that there were way too many people on the beach." 

She realized that she had been unconsciously rubbing her breasts as she had been standing there thinking. She laughed as she realized it and remembered the time he wanted her to pleasure herself while they took that long drive to the mountains. Once again, she had been tempted to give in. Not only to please him, but also because she had already been aroused. The thought of spending a weekend at that beautiful cottage by the lake in the mountains alone together, without the kids, had excited her. 

She remembered that she had teased him a little bit. She had put her hands on her breasts and began gently massaging them. She said in a coy voice, "You want me to play with these?" She laughed out loud as she remembered that he had almost driven off the road over that. Then when he huskily whispered, "Yes," she began squeezing them a little harder. "Do you like this?" she asked. He swallowed loudly and said, "Yes." "How about this?" she asked as she began lightly pinching her hardened nipples. He could only nod his head. She turned toward him grasping the bottom of her shirt. "Do you want me to take this off?" she teased.

Before he could answer she noticed a man in the car in the next lane. If he was to look over he could see right into their car. It was then that she chickened out and said "I don't think so," and put her hands down. The look of disappointment on his face was painful for her to see. It was only later that she realized that she had actually gotten moist between her legs just from the teasing and rubbing she had done. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she stopped caressing her hardened breasts, she thought to herself, "Hmm, who knows what might have happened if I had continued?"

Noticing the time, she quickly slipped out of her panties and turned the shower on. Doing that reminded her of the one time she had actually gone without panties. He had asked her dozens of times, but this one had been her own idea.

They were attending an actual ball and she had purchased a beautiful gown for the occasion. Putting it on that night she was disappointed to find that it clung so tightly to her body that her panties were clearly visible. She tried a number of different styled panties, she even tried that thong that he had bought her and asked her to wear several times. She would have worn it that night, even though she considered it "dental floss that rides up the butt crack", but it didn't look right either.

She decided to go without anything underneath. Immediately she had begun blushing. "My mother would have certainly not approved! She would have called me a 'Hussey!'" She determined that no matter what, her mother could never know!

She decided that she wouldn't tell him either. At least not yet! "Who knows what that might lead to?" she thought.

Everything had gone well and no one had even noticed. At one point while they were slow dancing she whispered in his ear, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

"What?" he had said entirely too loudly. "What do you mean you're not wearing any underwear?"

"They didn't look right with this dress," she said.

"Well...um...uh...how...I mean...uh...what does it feel like?" he stammered.

"Not really any different," she lied.In truth, it was exciting almost dangerous.

"Uh, okay then, I guess," he said.

As they continued to slow dance she felt him growing harder. "Feels like you're getting a problem," she said with a smile.

"I just can't believe that your pussy is right there naked under your dress!" he breathed out softly. He pulled her closer to him. She was pressed tightly against him. Soon his cock was grinding into her hip bone as they danced.

"Easy there," she said. "You're gonna end up making a mess."

"Yeah," he said. "I just can't believe that you aren't wearing any panties!"

The music ended and they went to sit down. She noticed he hunched over and walked quickly to the table. Once there he slid his chair pretty far under the table. He was covered with the long flowing tablecloth up to his stomach.

They weren't the only ones at the table. An older couple they didn't know were seated across from them. She began to make small talk with them. 

As they sat there talking she was distracted by the fact that her lover seemed to be boring a hole in her dress with his eyes. He was staring right at her crotch area, not even looking at her face. She was about to say something when she noticed that he had his hand under the tablecloth and his arm was moving back and forth. She was surprised to realize that he was stroking himself under the table. She looked at his face and could tell that he was enjoying it.

"What are you doing? Stop that!" she demanded in a harsh whisper. "You're going to get caught!"

"I don't care! The thought of your beautiful pussy so close to the outside is driving me crazy!"

"Well I don't want to get embarrassed and thrown out of here."

"I don't care!" he said again.

She sat there with a frown on her face looking all around to see who was taking notice. To her puzzlement she realized that no one was even paying attention. The couple across the table were engaged in their own conversation, something about some investment opportunity he had found. Everyone else was dancing or drinking or just talking together all over the huge ballroom.

She turned her attention back to him. She saw that his movements were beginning to get a little faster. "He's really doing this right here," she thought. "And no one even notices!"

She began to become aroused. She squeezed her thighs together tightly. The feeling was amazing. She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times. Then she opened and closed them slowly. Each time letting her legs fall open a little more and each time squeezing them together tighter. She began to squirm her ass around in the chair. She was getting hotter and hotter. She felt her wetness begin to seep into her dress where her ass rubbed against the chair.

He noticed what she was doing. "Move your chair under the table and join me," he said.

She shook her head no.

"C'mon," he said. "No one will see."

She wanted to say "no", but her need for release was quickly approaching. She slid her chair forward and pulled the tablecloth up over her lap.

"Hike your dress up," he told her. "And I'll help you out with my other hand."

Clearly excited now, she began inching her long gown up. First to her calves. Then to her knees. As she slid the dress up into a bunch above her knees she could feel the cool air of the air conditioning mixing with the heat coming from her pussy. The sensation was invigorating.

He put his hand on her thigh and began sliding it toward her furry wet cunt. She opened her legs as she pulled her dress to her hips.

"There you two are," said the host and his wife as they approached across the ballroom floor. "We were looking for you."

Immediately she bolted up in her seat and hurriedly pushed his hand off and her dress down over her knees. She noticed that he had removed his other hand from under the table.

Blushing furiously she said, "Yes, well, I'm not feeling well. We were just getting ready to leave." She stood and took his arm. They left quickly.

That had been the closest she had ever come to giving in to one of his requests. She remembered that they had fucked like two dogs in heat when they got home that night..

As she stepped into the shower she could feel the warmth and wetness between her legs. "Wow, thinking about that night has really gotten me hot!" She put her hand down to her mound. Her lips were swollen with excitement. She began to rub her hand over the outside of her womanhood. She could feel the juices seeping out of her. She inserted one finger between her lips and began sliding her finger up and down the inside of her slit. Her wetness was making everything silky smooth. She let out a little yelp as she accidentally brushed against her clit. The feeling was electric! It was as hard as a rock and standing straight out. She brushed it again with her finger. Her breath caught in her throat. 

She began brushing against it more often as she trailed her finger up and down the inside of her dripping crack. Faster and faster she stroked. Finally, she began twirling her clit in circles with her fingertips. She brought her other hand down to the opening of her hungering pussy. She began circling the rim with her finger. She gently inserted the tip of her middle finger and gasped at the feeling. Wanting more she plunged her finger in. The sensation was delightful and she shuddered slightly. She began working her finger in and out of her hole.

She started rubbing her clit even faster with her other hand pressing down firmly on it. Meanwhile, she slipped her ring finger inside to join her other finger. She moaned with pleasure at the feeling. She began panting as she increased the tempo of both hands. Soon her hips began thrusting as she plunged in and out of herself.

She joined a third finger to the two already inside her. She felt filled with her fingers stuffed inside thrusting deep as she fucked herself. She could feel the orgasm beginning to build deep inside her.

By now she was making soft little noises and gyrating her hips. She stepped back slightly and the warm water from the shower sprayed over her breasts, stomach and pussy. Her knees almost buckled at the pleasure.

She joined her pinky finger to the other three and began moaning as her orgasm built. Faster and faster she went. She could feel that she was almost there. Deeper and harder. Almost there...and then finally it happened. It felt like a wave washing over her. Crashing hard against the shore. She cried out in pleasure, "Oh, Fuck!" Her knees went week and her pussy spasmed as she came. It seemed to last forever. Finally she was spent. She removed her hands and sat down on the shower floor.

"That was fantastic! Why didn't I ever try this before?" she thought. "Oh that's right, because he wanted me to do it. Maybe he does have some good ideas after all. In fact, I think I'll try his latest request and see how it goes. Hmm, what shall be the subject of my first erotic fiction story..."