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The Reward

By: samuel26ni



The bell rang and I rushed to open the door. It was Louise, as I'd hoped, wearing her spectacular smile. 

She had called an hour ago, the first I had heard from her since our encounter at the gym a month ago. I had been desperate to repeat the experience, to taste her again, to fuck her. 

As time had passed, I had begun to fear that perhaps I had failed the test after all.

She had offered no explanation for her silence on the phone, and she offered none now. Instead, she placed a palm on my chest and gently pushed me back into the room, kicking the door shut.

She placed a finger against my lips as I started to speak, motioning that I should say nothing. Instead of speaking herself, she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle my jeans.

I started to ask what she was doing, as if it wasn't obvious, but she shot me the same fierce glance as she had when we had first met. I took the hint this time, keeping quiet and letting her do what she wanted.

She undid my trousers and pulled them down, leaving me standing in my boxer shorts. She extended one finger and traced the shaft of my now erect member from the tip down to my balls. Her lithe fingers wrapped around my penis and caressed my sensitive balls. I shuddered as soft, long fingers explored, feeling the silky skin of my shaft and the coarse hair that surrounded it. 

She pulled down my boxer shorts, freeing my dick. Her eyes lingered on the sight. I'm pretty well endowed, even if I do say so myself, a good eight inches. 

With her finger, she gathered a drop of precum from the tip of my cock and brought it to her lips. Her eyes met mine as she tasted, and a dirty grin appeared on her face.

She wrapped her hand around the base of my penis and placed a little kiss on the tip. She followed that kiss with more, all along the length of my shaft, small kisses and long open mouthed kisses, never staying in one spot for long.

 I was in ecstasy. I sucked in my first breath and closed my eyes Her lips moved slowly and sensually around my member, kissing and licking, teasing with small little pecks, and driving me wild with her mouth. My dick was soaked in her saliva, throbbing with pent-up pressure. 

Louise bent over my sensitive dick, obscuring my view with her black hair. I felt her lips part at the tip of my head, then slide down my shaft. I gasped as the heat of her mouth enveloped me. Her tongue slid up and down my shaft, flicking from side to side, and gently withdrawing. 

She took me deep into her mouth, moving faster and faster, sucking my cock in and then sliding it out, taking a bit more with each thrust. 

She caressed me with her tongue, her hands moving over my balls and my ass. I groaned, and heard her anxious moaning replies, sharing in my excitement. 

Those unusual eyes remained locked on my face. I could see that she wanted me to come.

My excitement mounted. I bucked deep into her throat and yelled an inchoate exclamation as I came into her lovely mouth. She didn't pause for a second, but continued her rapid fellatio while attempting to swallowing as much of my spunk as she could. Some of it dribbled down her chin. 

When I finished my orgasm, I slowed her head down, then took it off my cock. Without saying a word, I pulled her up to her feet. One of her hands, sticky with my semen, still held my limp penis.

She looped her other arm around my neck and brought her lips to mine, her tongue darting hungrily into my mouth. I kissed her deeply and slowly, savouring the taste of my own come mixed with her saliva.

We parted. She smiled at me and said, "I owed you that." She looked around. "Do you have a bedroom?"

I laughed, took her by the hand and led her there. We shared another deep and passionate kiss, stumbling onto the bed together. Wordlessly, we began to unfasten and remove our clothing. Our mouths still clung together, tongues still licking and lapping at each other. She slid the bra down her arms and dropped it to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her, my cock jutting impolitely against her stockinged legs.

I eased her tits out of her lacy black bra and caressed them gently. She groaned with pleasure. She sat in front of me, bare chested. I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her large, creamy skinned breasts with lovely pink nipples. I placed a kiss on one of those nipples, and I allowed my hands to move over her body. I took that nipple into my mouth and sucked gently, circled it with my tongue, teased it with kisses and gentle bites. 

I laid her down on her back, pulling down her panties, leaving her naked but for her black stockings. I removed the rest of my clothes and then kissed her again, tongues snaking together as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. 

My thigh urged at her pubis, as she rotated her hip against my cock. Her long legs lifted around my hips.. With a hard, single thrust, I entered her wet heat.. Her body jolted and she clawed at my arms with her fingers

I pushed her arms down to her sides, as I eagerly rammed my cock deep into her welcoming cunt. She moaned with delight as I rode her, hard and wild. Her taught nipples rubbed against my chest. I bent his head to hers, capturing her mouth with mine. Our passion deepened as she shifted her hips to welcoming each one of my thrusts. 

We came together in a torrent of groans. She gave everything when she came, holding nothing back. 

We held each other tightly. I had rarely come twice in such quick succession, nor with such intensity.

We talked then, at last, though of nothing important. Just words of intimacy. We made love again a little later, this time slowly, quietly, with Louise on top, grinding her hips rhythmically against mine and our eyes locked together. We slept then.

She had gone when I woke. There was a note on the table. "I'll call you" it said. And she will.

The Reward



My sister, Kim, phoned me, asking me to come over to her house. Her husband was out for the day, and she wanted to talk to me about something. I had been waiting for this call for a few weeks now, and I told her I'd be there in about fifteen minutes. A little while ago my brother, Al, confided in me that he had been seeing another woman for almost a year, and he was getting ready to leave Kim. He was just trying to find the right time to leave. I was flabbergasted.

Kim is blonde, blue eyed, 5'4", about 130 pounds, and has the most beautiful set of tits I have ever seen. They are 34D's. I know that for a fact, because, I'm ashamed to say, I've been through her lingerie drawer many times when they've been away on vacation.

I told my brother he was crazy, as any guy who knows Kim, would give his left nut to climb into bed with her. He said that the problem wasn't sex, but that she was too bossy, and he was tired of doing everything she wanted. He said he hadn't gone looking for someone new, it just sort of happened, and this new woman made him very happy. He swore me to secrecy, until he finally made the break.

So here I was on the way over to their house, not really sure what Kim knew or wanted from me.

Kim met me at the front door, and I followed her into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. She offered me some tea, which I graciously accepted. She sat there for a few minutes, just staring into her teacup. God she was beautiful. She was wearing a pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted on, and a bulky sweater, that couldn't hide the outline of her beautiful breasts. 

Finally, she told me that she thought my brother was having an affair. I told her she must be joking, hoping my facial expression did not betray my knowledge of the situation. She went on to tell me that they seemed to be drifting apart, and how my brother was always coming up with excuses to go out by himself. I told her it was probably just her

imagination, since she was so good looking, any man would be proud to be with her. But she still insisted that she thought my brother was wandering, and she asked me if I would help her.

Now, I would stick by my brother no matter what, but I decided to see, what kind of help, Kim wanted.

She asked me if I would talk to my brother, and find out if he was playing around, and then report back to her. 

Now, like I said, there is no way I would turn on my brother, but I suddenly realized how I could turn this situation to my advantage. I looked pensive, for effect, for a moment and then agreed to help my sister.

She smiled, and thanked me, but a quizzical look came over her when I asked what was I going to get in return.

She asked me what I meant by that. I told her that if I was going to spy on my own brother I wanted something in return. I knew at this point, I couldn't lose. I certainly wasn't going to tell on my brother, whether she gave into my demands or not.

I then told her how I had always admired her fabulous breasts, and if I agreed to help her, I wanted her to show me her tits. 

She said I was crazy, and threatened to tell my wife, to which I replied that no one would believe her, because I would say she was just angry because I wouldn't help her.

I told her that if she wanted my help, this was my price, take it or leave it.

She thought about it for a minute, and finally realized that she had no choice.

She shrugged and said that if I helped her, she would show me what I wanted to see.

Bingo! I had her. Then I started to get a little bolder. I said that just to be sure she would keep up her end of the bargain, how about taking her sweater off now, and giving me a preview of her breasts. I said what if I gave her some information about Al, and she then decided to renege on our deal. I'd have nothing to show for my trouble. 

I wasn't really sure if she would go along with this idea, but I felt if I didn't try to get what I could now, I might not get anything after she thought about it for a while. 

After a slight pause, she stood up from the kitchen table, and pulled her sweater over her head, and dropped it to the floor, and asked me if I was satisfied.

I thought my eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets. There before me, was the most beautiful set of tits I have ever laid eyes on, being restrained by a sheer white bra. I was speechless.

As I stood gawking at her luscious melons, my sister bent over to retrieve her sweater. As she was about to put the sweater back on, I told her I wanted an unobstructed view of her mammaries, and told her to remove her bra. 

She hesitated for a moment, but then reached behind her back, and unfastened her bra. As the bra fell away, I stood up myself, and walked over to my sister. Before she could protest, I cupped one of my hands under one of her breasts, and placed my lips around its nipple. I started gently sucking on the nipple, and to my surprise felt it stiffen to my touch.

Kim moaned softly, and asked me to stop, but I had come too far to be denied now. I cupped her other breast with my other hand, and then placed my head in the valley between the two monsters. I rubbed the sides of my head with her massive globes, and at that point, decided I wanted more.

I dropped one of my hands to the crotch of Kim's jeans, as I returned to suckling her breast. She tried to take a step backward, but was stopped by the side of the refrigerator. As I continued stroking her crotch, I felt her arms encircle me and pull me closer to her.

I stopped rubbing her for a moment, and without releasing my lips from her tit, I undid the button of her jeans, and slipped my hand inside. As I moved my hand down her panties, I discovered they were quite moist; in fact, they were drenched with her juices. As I grabbed 

her mound, through her panties, I felt her hips pushing out to me, imploring me to go further. I took my hand out of her jeans, dropped to my knees, and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

For just an instant, I took in the scene before me. Here was my gorgeous sister, standing in front of me, wearing only a pair of sheer white panties, seemingly willing to obey any command I might make.

I grabbed the cheeks of her ass, and buried my face in her pantie-covered crotch. Her scent was heavenly. If this had been as far as I went, I would die a happy man, but I had to keep going.

Like a man possessed, I removed her jeans from around her ankles, and helped her step out of her panties. I placed my thumbs on either side of her cunt lips, and spread them wide, as I entered her love hole with my tongue. I lapped up her love juices as my tongue searched for her bud. It didn't take long for me to find her magic button, and I grabbed 

her ass cheeks again, so that I could get deeper inside her.

At this point, Kim lifted her left leg up over my shoulder and rested it on my back, allowing me unrestrictive access to her honey-pot. 

I could feel Kim start to tense up, and it wasn't long before she had a gut wrenching orgasm. She groaned in ultimate pleasure, as she grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into her crotch. For just a moment, I thought I would suffocate, but I quickly adjusted my position, and resumed eating Kim's pussy.

She begged me to stop, saying she couldn't take any more, but I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I wasn't ready to end it just yet.

I continued to lash the walls of her cunt with my tongue, and when I started sucking on her clit, she screamed with delight. I thought for a minute, her neighbours might hear the commotion, but by now, I was beyond caring.

Kim brought her other leg up over my shoulders, and now had both her legs wrapped around my head. She started humping her pussy into my face, begging me to make her cum again.

Her actions became so frantic; I started to lose my balance, what with all her weight on my shoulders. I fell backwards, and she fell on top of me, but my tongue never lost contact with her beautiful pussy. Now as I lay on my back, I looked up to see her tits flopping around as her cunt bounced up and down on my face. I reached up and took one in each hand, and started kneading them as I continued to lick and suck her flower.

Finally, I felt her tense up again, and she let loose with a moan, the likes I have never heard before. Her thighs were squeezing the sides of my head so tight; I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. 

All of a sudden she seemed to stiffen up, and she fell forward, over my head, landing face first on the kitchen floor, and then rolling over onto her back.

Lying there completely naked, legs spread apart, she was totally spent.

I had just had the most electrifying sexual experience of my life, and I still had all my clothes on. 

I bent down over Kim, and kissed her on the lips. To my surprise, her lips parted, and our tongues met, and for what seemed like several minutes, we kissed each other as passionately as any lovers ever could.

I went and got her a robe to put on, and then told her I had to leave. I told her I would call when I had some information about my brother, knowing that I would never tell her anything. 

Whether deep down, she knew I would never betray him, or not, she told me to come around every couple of days, just to have a cup of coffee or something with her.



The Reward



Doing good is its own reward, I've heard. It's true; helping others gives one a certain satisfaction, a feeling that something has been done to make the world a little better. Yet there can be other rewards...

I had found myself in need of some of that sense of self-worth in my college days. Life in the dorm seemed so insular, so out of touch with what was going on in the world. So, at the suggestion of a friend, I volunteered for the local meals on wheels program. It was no great sacrifice, carrying lunch to one lonely, elderly person a couple times a week, visiting for an hour, and going back to my routine, but it made me feel better about myself and about the world.

Today, it was Mrs. Curtiss. I always enjoyed taking a meal to her; some of those I visited were bitter, or unhappy, or sometimes just downright unstable. This lady, however, remained outgoing, voluble, and "sharp as a tack." I climbed the four concrete steps to her sagging front porch and knocked--the bell had been out of order as long as I had been going there.

I could see her approach through the screen door. Those were still the days when a woman alone could leave her doors unlocked, even in a fairly rough neighborhood like hers. I knew there were those around who kept an eye out for her. It was a bit surprising to find her wearing a long bathrobe; she had always dressed when I came before. Immediately, I wondered if something was wrong.

"Come in, boy," she called to me, "you know you don't hafta stand outside." I carried her meal in and placed it on the formica table in the kitchen.

"How are you today, ma'am? Do you have an appetite?"

"'Pends on what you brought me, Ted," she replied, sniffing the air. "Sure smells good."

"Fish," I told her, unpacking the food. "I know you like fried fish. Better dig in while it's still hot."

"Blessin' first." She bowed her head and said a short prayer. "Now let's see...slaw...mashed potatoes...those cooks down at the center do not know how to make decent mashed potatoes." She sighed dramatically. Mrs. Curtiss was a well-cured ham. "But I'll make do."

I sat down in the steel-framed chair opposite her. Its upholstery was patched with duct tape. My doing-I always carried a roll for surfboard repairs. "Two packs of sugar in your tea?"

"Yes. Thank you, boy." She peered at me over her reading glasses; her dark eyes were as bright as a child's. Reaching out, she gave my hand a squeeze. "I appreciate your visits no end."

"Oh, I'm glad to come, Mrs. Curtiss."

"Why don't you just call me Sister Jo, like everyone else?"

Well, why not? A college-age white boy might feel a little strange calling this elderly lady "sister," but I figured I'd get used to it. "Sister Jo it is, " I agreed with a smile. "The last women I called sister were the nuns at St. Catherine Elementary."


She leaned back and laughed heartily. "I ain't never been a nun, Ted!"

"Um, no, you're not at all like any of them," I remarked, trying to be as noncommittal as possible.

Sister Jo went on, quite oblivious to my discomfort with the subject. "I've lost three husbands you know. Buried two of 'em...the other I just lost!" I had to laugh along with her on that one. "And...well, I'm a God-fearin' woman most of the time, but sometimes a nice lookin' gentleman makes me forget 'bout that."

Uncertain what to say, I simply nodded.

"That was a fine meal. Thank you for bringin' it by." She rose to her feet, steadying herself on the table. Mrs. Curtiss' only physical problem was a bad hip that kept her from getting out much. "Sugar," she addressed me, with a faint, enigmatic smile on her lips, "I want to show you just how much I appreciate your visits."

With that, she slipped the bulky bathrobe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Beneath was a sheer red gown. Beneath that was...nothing.

Well, not exactly nothing. Sister Jo in all her still-desirable splendor was on display. She had aged well; a sexy sexagenarian if ever there was one. "I know those looks you've been givin' me from time to time," she said. 

Uh-oh. I had caught myself taking in her full breasts occasionally. I guess she had too. Now I could really see them...and I felt an unmistakable response in my loins. I stood, thinking that I should leave right then, but remained frozen, a deer caught by her headlights.

"Are you comin' over here, Ted, or do I hafta come and get you?"

I looked her in the eyes, trying to decide on my answer. Then my gaze slid south, to the full, if not exactly firm, bosom, her broad hips, the thatch of curls that, unlike those on her head, was still quite black. I had found my answer.

Jo must have been striking when young--not beautiful, perhaps, but impressive with her height, her strong angular face, her ample breasts. She still had an aura about her, the aura of a woman who took what she wanted from life and never regretted the choice. If she wanted me...well, who was I to argue!

As I stepped forward, she slipped her large strong hands around my waist and, giving my buns a squeeze, pulled me tight. "Nice rear end, surfer boy," she commented, resting her forehead against mine. "Is the front as good?"

I wasn't about to answer that question, so I put my lips to a different use. Except for the taste of fish, it was a pretty damn good kiss. "Alright," she continued when we were done, "if you aren't tellin', I'll just have to find out myself."

She fumbled at my crotch for a moment. "Where's the zipper?" She stepped back and roared with laughter. "Durn, Ted, you wearin' pants without a fly? How do you go?" 

"I just drop 'em," I explained, untying the drawstring. They slid down part way on their own; Jo gave them a little assist on going the rest of the way. Underneath, I wore a tight, bright blue Speedo. My excitement was quite obvious through the fabric.

"Ooh, I didn't know you white boys wore such fancy underpants!" There was no point in telling her it was a swimsuit; I would pull my baggies on over it later to go surfing. "I like them!" She ran the tip of a neatly manicured finger along the length of my erection. "Like what's inside too!"

Giving an involuntary shiver, I replied, "I kind of like what's inside of that dress you're wearing, Sister."

"You're a sweet boy, aren't you? It's time for your reward." Jo grabbed the cushion on which she had been sitting, dropped it to the floor, and lowered herself to her knees. "My old joints aren't what they used to be," she chuckled. 

In a moment, the Speedo was around my ankles and my penis was pointing the way to pleasure. I pulled my bulky tee up out of the way and then, on second thought, all the way off. "That's the idea," murmured my mature seducer, running her hands up my torso. Right then, her age meant nothing; she was simply one sexy woman.

"Now you're going to get somethin' you never got before," she promised. With that she pulled out her teeth and set them on the table. Looking up with a wicked, puckered grin, Sister Jo informed me, "Gums awe de behst foh bwow jobs!"

She may have had something there. It was certainly a new experience--not that I was greatly experienced at that age. Slowly, tantalizingly, she swallowed my shaft, the pink flesh disappearing into the brown. I gazed down at those full, fleshy buttocks peeking through the gown and knew I needed a better look. Pulling the sheer fabric up, I relished the view of her rounded rump. Jo's mouth moved up and down my inflated phallus, sending waves of arousal that I was riding ever closer to orgasm.

Now she pulled back to nibble on the head with those gums, while her tongue tangoed across the tip. Sensing I was near completion, Jo suddenly stopped. "Take it awe de way ohf!" she ordered. I pulled the gown over her head and tossed it aside. She leaned back, lifting the exposed breasts up, offering them in all their mahogany magnificence. "Puht it in, Honey, puht it in!"

I drove my manhood between the two sweat-slippery mounds, the large dark-chocolate aureoles bobbing on either side in rhythm. Her full lips open, her head thrown back, Sister Jo moaned with ecstasy at each thrust. "Oh, oh, oh...wet me...have you...again."


I obliged, sliding once more into her eager, hungry mouth, furiously fucking it with deep full strokes until I reached that orgasm that had been unreachable up until then in my young life, the one that surpassed all others before and most since. 

I sank to my knees, my slowly subsiding erection leaving a trail from her lips to her navel. My head rested on her shoulder, my body against her bosom, as I caught my breath. For a minute, perhaps, she held me tight; then I felt her reach her arm out. Leaning back onto my heels, I watched her slip her teeth back in. Mrs. Curtiss gave me a toothy grin and a wink of the eye, saying, "You'll have to help me back up now, boy. I do believe I'm all wore out!"

"You're not the only one, Sister."

"No, I reckon not," she laughed, as I assisted her to her feet. I had to step back and look at her then in her naked entirety.

"You're quite a woman," I stated.

"And don't you ever forget it, Sugar. Just the reward you deserved." She leaned forward to give me a little peck of a kiss on the cheek. "Now you'd better get yourself dressed and skedaddle. My granddaughter will be comin' to take me to church and I need to get cleaned up. But," she continued with a twinkle in her eye, "I do expect you'll be bringin' meals by again."



The Reward



I didn't sleep much the night before I picked him up at the airport; dreaming of his 'savage lust and brutal need'. The very HOT, extremely handsome, dangerously intelligent man I had been corresponding with online would be arriving late this afternoon and I wanted to look my best for him. Showered, finger and toe nails painted and dressed in a very sexy summer skirt, and shirt carefully selected to show off my ample cleavage, as he requested, I was ready to meet him.

Waiting impatiently at the gate, I checked my makeup again and fidgeted nervously, anxious to finally meet the man who made my cunt ache for him with the power of his words. He was bringing tools to help with the remodeling job in progress at my house, but more importantly he had made me his whore. I was honored and ready to serve him in anyway he desired , 'as payment for his time and labor' he said, but I would have served him without his labor.

I almost didn't recognize him from the pictures he sent me...he was even more handsome in person! My heart raced as I watched him coming toward me. I greeted him with a huge smile and I reached up to touch his face as he leaned over to give me a very sensuous kiss, brushing his hand discretely over my left tit, sending shivers down my spine, priming his long neglected cunt immediately.

The drive to my house with him sitting next to me was almost dangerous because I found it nearly impossible to concentrate on what I was doing. The power of his presence was almost overwhelming. All I could think about was how quickly I could get him naked!

I tensed and nearly lost control of the car when he reached casually across the console and stroked my bare leg, his fingers gently caressing the soft inner thigh. I glanced at him and he smiled as his fingers inched slowly to the edge of my panties, lingering there for a moment. I felt I would have to pull the car over if he didn't stop, sure that my panties were already soaked with my cunt juices. I could tell by the look on his face that he knew this as he found my clit and felt it growing firm under his middle finger.

Driving further was out of the question! Having taken a back road to my house to avoid road construction, I stopped my car in the shade on the shoulder of the road. He just grinned at me when he saw my frustration but didn't stop touching me, so I laid the back of the seat down as far as it would go and opened my legs wide for him. He put is hand in the waistband of my panties and I wiggled out of them as he pulled. I could feel the wetness of the crotch as he forced them down until they were around my ankles. With eyes closed, I moaned softly as I felt his fingers enter his cunt. "You're so wet," he remarked, with an evil grin; then made me lick my cunt juices from his fingers. I could see that he loved teasing me, just as he had relentlessly teased me in his correspondence.

He instructed me to drive on to my house, where I spent three glorious days watching him work, wearing, at his request, either my sexy lingerie or nothing at all.

I sucked his awesome hard cock, often swallowing his cum during his breaks and we made incredibly wild passionate love all over the house, even out on my patio, two or three times during the day and two or three times after dark. I could not get enough of him! His desires fueled my passion to new heights.

The evening before he had to go, he told me to get dressed up in something very sexy because we were going out. I pouted a little because I really didn't want to share him with anyone else, but didn't hesitate to do as I was told.

He smiled his approval when he saw me dressed in the short sleeveless black dress with the plunging neckline and sheer black thigh-high stockings, with the stiletto black pumps that made my legs look long and sexy. He kissed me deeply and slipped my dress up as he kissed my neck to make sure his cunt and ass were bare as he had instructed. I could feel his cock growing hard and pushed my mound into him, grabbing his ass in an attempt to get more friction. "Beg for it whore!" he commanded.

As I pleaded, his attention moved to my tits and he pulled them out, the nipples coming to attention with his touch. I arched my back and moaned when he took first one nipple, then the other in his mouth.

He picked me up and sat me on the dining table, then pulled out a chair, and sitting in front of me, ordered me to lie back on the table. He pushed my legs up to reveal glistening pink cunt lips and almost sent me over the edge instantly when he touched his tongue to my clit. He sensed my urgency when my hips shot up begging for more. I heard him chuckle with carnal delight at his whore's wantonness as I pleaded with him to make me cum. Instead he walked around the table to my head and forced his cock into my mouth. "Suck it bitch!" he commanded. "If you do it very well, you will be rewarded... later," he said, smiling at my groans of agony. The vibration.of my groans, turning into moans intensified the attention she hungrily bestowed his swollen cock. His cum exploded deep into her mouth as the force of his final thrust gagged her but she swallowed it all and continued sucking until his balls were emptied.

I reached for his cock as he pulled it from my mouth and rubbed it lovingly on my face.

He helped me up. Smiling at the puddle of cunt juice on the table, he ordered me to stay while he fetched a wash cloth. He gave it to me and I gently washed his cock, then he laid me back on the table so he could watch me clean His cunt.

We had a very romantic candle-lit dinner, during which his hands strayed repeatedly, torturously to His aching cunt, and I opened my legs to give him better access.

After dinner he drove to a club where he held her close as they danced, inhaling the smell of delicate blossoms from her hair mixed with the provocative perfume she wore for him, feeling the exquisite softness of her full breasts pressed against him, the softness of her long blonde hair, that glowed in the muted lights, caressing his neck and cheek, the side of her nylons rubbing the inside of his thighs.

She seemed oblivious to the effect she was having on the men in the room. He had her total, undivided attention. He loved that about her. He wondered to himself as they drank and talked if she was ready to serve him as he had dreamed she would; if he was ready to share his poised, intelligent, ravenously sexy whore. The answer, he concluded, was yes.

When she excused herself to the powder room he put his plan into action.

As he drove home, I reached for his cock in the car and felt it rise under my touch. I didn't hesitate when he asked me to take it out and suck it while he drove. When I put my mouth over his cock he grabbed a hand full of hair and forced my head down on him, and then sliding my dress over my hips caressed my ass while I sucked him.

As I licked and suck his throbbing cock, His cunt grew wet in anticipation of the pleasure he promised me earlier.

He pulled my head up by my hair when he turned the car into the drive. "I have arranged a surprise for you," he said. "Tonight you will serve me while I watch." Confused at first, my brain slowly processed the meaning he intended...but 'how, who?' I thought to myself. Then realized he must have recruited them from the club. We had discussed many times his desire to have his whore serve him in this way, but my body shook at the thought of it.

A car pulled into the drive behind them, then another and another...how MANY???, I wondered as he, relishing my anxiety, guided me into the house and welcomed our five guests.

Guiding me gently to the table again, he helped me up onto a chair and then helping me to stand on the table told me to remove my dress and bra slowly, leaving on only my stockings and heels. I obeyed, my face flushed furiously with embarrassment, while he turned on some music to accompany me. 

He turned back to watch, to see her dress on the floor, and the men all but drooling as they watched her unfasten her bra. I moved my arms to cover myself, but he shook his head to indicate that would not be pleasing to him. "Spread your legs wide," he commanded her. The men gazed in awe as she obeyed immediately. "Pinch your nipples to show our guests how lovely they look when they get hard." As I obeyed, addressing the obviously stunned audience, he said they were permitted to touch if they wished.

Frozen where they stood in awe and disbelief, they moved cautiously to run their hands over her shapely legs, gazing at the beautiful, naked woman standing over them while Master lit some candles and dimmed the lights in the room. He turned again to proudly observe his whore's body, nipples erect, her body glowing with nervous perspiration in the darkened room. "Now turn around and grab your ankles, whore. Give our guests a good look at that beautiful ass and cunt."

I hesitated, my heart racing, embarrassment rendering me momentarily unable to move until I looked into my Master's eyes. The unquestionable power he wielded over me forced me, without words, to comply.

Although he had seen her in this very inviting submissive position before, he savored the rush it gave him to watch the men fondling his whore, to see her cunt gleaming with moisture. "Show them your tempting little asshole, whore."

At his command she reached back to pull her shapely ass cheeks apart, trying to forget about the men admiring her in wonder and anticipation. "How could he do this to me?" she thought.

"All of you men who want to use my whore, remove your pants. The rest of you may leave." Every one of them scrambled to get their pants off quickly, of course.

"You will all do exactly as you are told, understand?" Master quizzed the men, and they nodded their agreement.

He felt her trembling as he helped her off of the table, and putting his arm around her waist to reassure her, led her and his volunteers to the bedroom where he coated a battery powered dildo with gel and told her to bend over the bed. Handing the dildo to one of the men, he ordered him to inserted it gently in my ass. Master watched my face contort as I gasped loudly when the head of the dildo pushed past the tiny clenched orifice, filling my ass to the hilt, before he tied me spread eagle on the bed and then tied my tits up high and hard with a soft black rope and whispered in my ear, "you please me very much. I want you to watch me while these men fuck my whore. Make me proud." His band of hard cocks stared in wonder, waiting for his direction.

Turning to them he said, "I want a cock fucking her mouth, and a mouth licking her clit." Master turned the dildo on so that it vibrated in my ass while the eager participants climbed into position. My body trembled and I moaned as I felt a tongue slide across my clit and a cock fill my mouth simultaneously as the other three looked on. 

The trio of sensations was so arousing, I might have cum quickly but it was difficult for me to concentrate knowing that I had an audience. Instead, I focused on sucking the hard cock that was fucking my mouth.

Apparently, my mind, focused on sucking the cock allowed my body to react to the other sensations without thinking. My nipples became hard and erect grazing the ass of the cock fucking my mouth, and my hips started moving in a steady rhythm matching the strokes of the tongue on my clit. Suddenly without warning I heard myself beginning to moan as I felt the orgasm slowly starting to rise somewhere deep inside me.

Master shook his head as he saw the change in my expression. Bewildered, I attempted to hold back the sensation building like a volcano ready to erupt.

Before I knew what was happening a cock slipped into my dripping cunt just as the cock I was sucking emptied his warm slime into my mouth accompanied by a sound that might have awakened my neighbors. I concentrated on draining the flaccid cock in my mouth in an attempt to take my mind off of the urge to cum. 

Master had a strange expression on his face, like he was enjoying my distress, but also fighting the urge to punch the men using me.

Instead, he put a man on each tit and watched them lick and suck my nipples. Master knew how much I loved that. He knew the orgasm that was building was ready to explode, but first he put another cock, kneeling over my head for me to suck. He nodded his approval as soon as the cock kneeling over me was firmly in place.

My body responded immediately to the tit sucking, the dull vibrations of the dildo in my ass and the combination of a cock pounding His cunt and a cock rocking rhythmically up and down in my mouth. My hips rose and fell in ever quickening jolts, my arms and legs straining against the ropes, writhing under the cock drilling His cunt. The resulting orgasm was so intense I didn't even recognize my own screams of pleasure, muffled by the cock clearly enjoying the experience. For a brief moment, the room full of men slipped out of focus. Only Master's eyes locked on mine kept me from slipping away to my secret place where I see and hear nothing...only feel.

The urgency of my thrusting hips brought the cock fucking me to orgasm quickly with a resounding growl; my hips still moving when the cock slipped wetly from His cunt.

With cum flowing down over the vibrator to the crack of my ass and now fully aware again of the participants and audience, my face flushed until I felt like I must be glowing as I peered at the men eagerly sucking my nipples while I concentrated on the cock in my mouth.

Master began untying the soft ropes around my ankles and then my arms, and a muffled moan escaped me at the pleasure of being released. Sensing the party was nearly over, the cock in my mouth began fucking my mouth harder and faster, flooding my mouth with so much pungent cum that I gagged trying to swallow it. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when Master removed the dildo and sent the men away, and I was already stepping into the shower when he returned. I turned to see him pulling off his clothes to shower with me. The awesome hard cock I love standing at attention. 

He held me tight, his cock pressed into my abdomen and kissed me passionately with the water splashing over us, then gently bathed me telling me how proud he was to have such an obedient whore. I bathed him in turn, paying special attention to the cock that gave me so much pleasure. He knew I wanted to blow him, but instead, turning me around he began massaging my asshole with soapy fingers..the hole the other men were not permitted to enter. I braced myself when I felt the wet head of his cock caressing the clenched tiny hole, and gasped loudly as he pulled my hips back onto it, impaling me, thrusting with renewed craving for his lusty whore...pounding his whore's ass relentlessly. He removed his cock and washed it again before permitting me the honor of sucking him to orgasm. If I hadn't braced him with my hands on his ass he might have fallen with the intensity of his orgasm. For a moment he felt weak, the shower walls closing in on him as she continued sucking until he stopped her.

We dried each other, and fell into bed, exhausted, falling asleep quickly, his arm over my chest with a handful of tit, and his now-flaccid cock resting against my ass.

I dreamed of ways to keep him from leaving me, but alas, he had to go...which he did early the next morning after my morning dose of gooey cum.



The Reward



I got a bit annoyed when I answered your phone call and heard you asking me to run over to your house as soon as possible, to help you out with your home computer that wouldn't start. 

"What the hell," I thought, "it's my free evening, and I have to work... for a male friend!!!"

But friends are friends, we shared some great times together, so I got into my car, and drove reluctantly to your house.

When I arrived, you greeted me with a deep, sincere 'sorry' look on your face.

"Believe me, I am so sorry I called you in such a rush, but I really need that damned computer tonight, " you told me, "but hey, don't worry, I'll make sure you'll get a good reward for your precious help! And... before you start, you think a fresh beer might help?"

I accepted, and, seeing you so worried, I recovered some positive energy and willingly started working on your computer.

After a few moments you told me you had to take care of some other business and left the room.

I focused on my work, and in less than fifteen minutes the computer was alive and kicking: it really was nothing serious. 

I finished my beer, and relaxed on the chair, satisfied of my job.

It was then that I heard some soft noises coming from somewhere around your house. 

At first I didn't understand what it was, but paying a bit of attention, it seemed to me there was something among those sounds like some sort of... moaning?

That got all my attention. And it got me curious enough to try and understand where those sounds were coming from.

I stood up, silently, my ears strained. No other sound was coming from the house, except those muffled noises. After some listening, I decided that they were coming from somewhere down the corridor. 

My inborn discretion made me call your name once, in a quite loud voice. 

The sounds seemed to stop, but there was no response from you, and it wasn't long that the softened noises were audible again.

I got bold, and, since I heard nothing from you, and you were nowhere around, I started off towards the corridor, moving as quiet as could be, determined to find what was causing those sounds.

I found myself in front of a slightly opened door, a door I had never opened before (and I knew your house pretty well, since we had some great parties in here!). 

Behind it I could distinctly hear those muffled noises. Listening carefully, they started sounding like some kind of sexual activity to me, and this thought was making my heart pound faster and faster. What was happening in there?

I gave a look behind me. No one around. And no other sound seemed to come from the rest of the house.

In my mind, an intriguing vision started forming, and I found myself picturing you inside that room, watching some porn, thinking I was still working on your pc, unaware I was behind your door, instead. 

So I came up with the decision I wanted to make you a hell of a surprise, catching you in some dirty action...

I slowly moved the door and... I froze at the sight!

There was a bed right next to the wall, and a woman was lying on it, half naked, wearing just a colored top that was raised on her chest, exposing her breasts. 

She was tied to the bed, with her legs well spread, fully exposed to my view, and a blindfold was covering her eyes. Her head was turned on the other direction, towards you. 

You were kneeling beside her, fully naked, with your hard cock rubbing against her open mouth.

I couldn't move, hypnotized by that sight.

A voice inside of me was telling me to turn around and move away, I was violating your privacy, your intimacy... but my body would not respond. My eyes were glued to that scene and... in a flash I realized it was... your wife?!?!?!

Oh my, it was really her... I knew that lady, we had dinners together, with the two of you, we went on holidays, shopping, watching sports, but I always saw her dressed, in her normal life... now she was there, naked, exposed, with a cock in her mouth, her legs tied open. 

I struggled, trying to turn away, but... I was hypnotized by the hair of her pussy, by her skin, by her hard nipples... I could even see her partially opened labia, and the whole pubic area looked moist, maybe spread with oil or some kind of lube. 

A dildo was lying between her legs, a few inches from her pussy, and the way it glittered made me understand it had recently been inside her.

You were whispering something. 

Without realizing it, I already had a hand on the bulge that was arrogantly pushing on my shorts, trying to contain my erection. 

I slightly turned my head, to catch your words.

"Yes ... me good ... there ... might ..."

I was missing too much of the conversation.

I was so excited that I lost all my decency, and slightly pushed the door a bit more open, so that your speaking became clearer.

"Oooh, baby, suck it... you're so hot... you love it when I tie you up, don't you?"

I saw her nodding her head, without letting your cock go.

Your hand was now massaging her pussy, and the sliding back and forth on her lips was causing slippery sounds that I found extremely arousing. Her hips were thrusting upward, looking for a deeper contact.

"And how does it feel", you added, "knowing he's in our house right now?" 

What?!? You were talking about me??

She let your cock pop out of her mouth, and with a soft moan she whispered: "You're such a fucking bastard... I'm sure it's turning you on more than me..."

"Mmmmm, it might be" you answered, stroking your cock on her cheek.

"I know your twisted mind," she teased you. "You'd love him to peek at me now, don't you?" she asked.

"And would you let him watch?" you replied. 

"Oh fuck... stick your fingers in, please ..." she pleaded with a moan.

"Answer me... and I might do it..."

"Oh you wicked pervert... " she was squirming, moving her hips, contracting her ass, simulating intercourse, but your hand remained out of reach.

"You know it... you know me... fuck! touch me..." she begged.

"I want to hear it from you..." you insisted.

"I... mmmm... oh, fuck you, of course I would... you know it turns me on as well... you know I'd love it" she finally admitted, as your cock teased her nipple, and finally your hand landed on her pussy.

I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe my eyes!!! The two of you were really talking about... me!!! 

I was overwhelmed by the unexpected situation, too excited to leave, too incredulous to do anything. I was mesmerized. And didn't move. Except for my cock, that was throbbing in my pants, hard as a rock.

You turned towards the door, and probably noticed it was a bit more open than how you left it. I froze and held my breath. 

You smiled, and beckoned me in, with a wave of your hand.

Did you really see me?

You repeated the gesture. 

Yes. You knew I was there.

So I opened the door, making no sound, and stepped in, holding my breath, my heart pounding fast.

I was in.

Without loosing eye contact with me, you told her: "Mmmm, now imagine he would enter this room..."

She moaned, as your cock got back in her mouth.

"Would you let him take out his cock and start touching himself?" you asked.

"Mmmmfff" she nodded, moving her lips faster on your shaft.

"Mmmmm... really?" and you looked at my bulge, moving your head, gesturing me to get naked.

I shook my head, incredulous, but by now I was too turned on to resist anymore, and refuse.

"I'd love to see his excited face, his stiff cock, while he's watching you, your body, lying here" you teased her, "and I'd open your pussy like this... for his pleasure"

Your fingers widened her labia, totally exposing her to me.

She arched her back, letting go your cock once again.

"Oh my God... you fucker... do you want me to go crazy!!!" 

Her face and neck was red with lust, as she pushed up her pelvis.

"I'd want you both to go crazy..." you added.

At this time I had my cock firmly in my hand, my shorts and underwear dropped at my ankles, and I started stroking myself slowly, afraid that all this crazy situation would make me cum too soon.

"Oh yes baby... he'd love to stroke his hot cock looking at your pussy" you incited, "and I'm sure he'd do anything we'd ask him"

"Oh yes ... keep on touching me... faster ... " she added.

"Would you let me ask..." you teased.

"What would you ask?" she prodded you, grinding her teeth, her lips tightened with excitement. "Come on, you wicked, tell me what you'd ask... tell me what would excite you most... go on..."

"I'd ask him to lick you, and make you cum while you suck my cock dry..."

You were looking at me, pure lust glowing from you eyes.

I was stroking hard my cock, grasping it as tight as I could, feeling fire in my groin.

She was moving with slow, lewd, rhythmic movements of her pelvis, rubbing her pussy on your fingers.

"Ask him..." she hissed

Everything happened so fast.

I moved to the bed, leaving my pants and underwear on the floor, my cock firmly in my fist. 

She contracted all her muscles, startled, when she felt my weight on the bed. You stared at me as my mouth reached your wife's pussy, and as she screamed with pleasure, you started pounding your cock in her mouth, with strong, fast thrusts, never lifting your eyes from me, from my tongue that was running all over her pussy, sucking her clit, making her squirm.

I felt her contractions, I saw her arching, pulling her arms so strong that she eventually loosened her hands from the bonds. 

She took your cock with one hand, stroking it as fast as she could, and with the other hand she held my head firmly on her pussy.

"FUCK, YES... I ... AM .... CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed her orgasm, and that made my cock explode in long, powerful sprays of cum that fell on your sheets. 

That was too much for you as well, you couldn't hold back anymore, and you filled your wife's breasts, neck and lips with thick jets of your cum, in the spasms of your own orgasm.

We were all totally overtaken by the incredible pleasure. 

We both laid beside her, one on each side of her body, and in a few seconds we all fell asleep, exhausted.



The Reward Ch. 01



Professor Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne awoke like she always does to NPR on the radio. As normal she rolled over to press the snooze button, the first of what normally would be several times. However, the deep pain from last night's session made her reconsider moving. Tina really worked her over, Sydney thought. Everything hurt; her arms, shoulders, back, butt and legs ached from the intense activity. She sighed, no use going back to sleep. But getting up would be a chore!

Was the two years of sweat, grunting, Tina yelling orders, demanding more, telling Sydney "you got to want it," forcing her to exceed all limitation, was it worth it? Sydney smiled and realized yes it was worth it. She would suffer through the morning, take it easy today, may be even soak in a bath this evening, but would be back with Tina on Saturday for another session. 

The Professor let out a groan as she pushed back the bed clothes and rose. She popped her neck, then her shoulders, spine, hips, knees, and ankles. Finally, standing, she ventured in to the bathroom. After completing her morning rituals, she tuned to brush her teeth and saw her reflection in the mirror. She saw that reflection everyday, but it had been a long time since she REALLY saw herself. She smiled, whispering to her self, "Damn yes it was worth it!" Sydney turned on the water to warm it up and went to her closet to pick her clothes for the day. Returning to the shower, Sydney considered Tina, whose mixture of drill sergeant and artist had worked her magic. After two year at the Bedford Falls Wellness Clinic, Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, mother of two, and wife of 20 years, had finally achieved her goal of loosing 100 pounds and irrevocably admitted she looked good. And a lot of the credit goes to Tina Tilley, her personal trainer. Smiling, she stepped into the shower and let the warm water relax her muscles.

Nate Hawthorn had completed his morning chores and entered the bathroom. 

"How do you feel this morning?" he asked.

"Sore. Washing my hair was an effort this morning. I can barely raise my arms. I think Tina takes some perverse pleasure in my discomfort. Would you wash my back, please?" Sydney asked sweetly.

"Certainly," he answered. "I think your right, but as far as I am concerned, she can have all the fetishes she wants as long as she continues to get results. You look great." He told her as he scrubbed her back. Two years of exercise and diet had produced a more svelte and health Sydney. Gone was the lethargic college professor who fell asleep while grading papers. Sydney had been tranformed in to a sleek, sexy bundle of energy. He admired her toned back and firm butt as he soaped her skin. Her abs, legs and arms all had tightened up. He wished he could join her in the shower, feeling her warm skin, slick and soft skin against his, but that was not in the cards this morning.

"There you go," he told her. "I've gotta run. Got a call at nine to be on. I should actually be able to leave a little early today. You have Remedial Algebra this morning?"

"Yes, but we are testing so it should be easy. Can you help me with the grading this weekend?"

"Sure, I'll just add it to the tab. See you tonight." He kissed her and pulled the curtain shut.

Sydney shaved, making sure her "Privates" where trimmed close (Something she surprised Nate with after loosing her first 50 pounds). She rinsed, reluctantly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. After drying, she wrapped herself in a towel and exited the bathroom and got dressed. She went to the place she left her clothes and found a pair of sweats and an envelope. She opened it and read:

Dear Nee Nee:

I know how hard you have been working these past couple of years. I should go and kiss Dr. Melbourne (But he may hit me) for suggesting you attend Bedford Falls. Not only have you gotten your chlorestoral and blood pressure under control, you look fabulous. I honestly believe you look better now than when I met you some 25 years ago. I realized some time ago that the sacrifices you made were not for you. You made them for me and the kids. So as a reward, I have arranged for us to get a way for a couple of days.

No need to worry about your classes and the kids. Jordan is in on this and she will cover your classes and have someone grade your tests. Nick and Cristal will be fine alone, they are old enough to stay by themselves and I asked Mr. and Mrs. Lewis to keep an eye out.

You have to be at the Mountain View Spa and Inn by 12:30. Your first appointment is at 1:30 and you will need to have lunch (which is already ordered). I will meet you there. No need to pack, I have everything you need with me. Now get dressed and get that firm ass moving. It's a long drive. Directions are in your car.

Love, Nathaniel

"Damn him!" she cursed as tears welled up in her eyes and the towel dropped to the floor. She stood there, naked, reading the note a couple of times more. "I am going to make sure he has just as good of a time as I do," she vowed. She looked at the clock, "Shit, got to move," she exclaimed. Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, mother of two, and wife of 20 years, decided for this weekend, she would not be a professor of mathematics, and only when necessary a mother of two. No this weekend she was going to be simply Sydney, loving wife and passionate lover. She quickly dressed, grabbed her keys, and started off up the road.

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"I'm so damn horny ..." Sydney thought to herself as she entered the parking lot of the spa. The four hour drive to the inn was filled with wild fantasies and vivid memories. It was with super-human effort that she was able to keep from pulling over and "twiddling" until she exploded. But, boy did she need to! Sidney looked at her sweatpants, paranoid that she was leaking through. She was surprised they were was dry, being her panties felt extremely warm and saturated. 

She entered the lobby of the inn, walked to the front desk, and introduced herself. "Yes, Professor Hawthorne," the handsome man said. The clerk presented Sydney her room key, informing her that her lunch will be delivered in 15 minutes. "House salad, a cup of seafood chowder, corn muffin, and a raspberry iced tea," the desk clerk told her.

"He does think of everything," Sydney whispered to herself as she followed the direction to her room. "I hope he has thought of how much I need him and planned my relief".

The "room" was actually a cabin a short walk from the lobby. It was not what one would consider small. There was a main sitting room, with fireplace, plush sofa and two over sized chairs, and a bedroom with a king-sized canopy bed. As lovely as the other too rooms were it was the bath is what caught her attention. It was the size of the bedroom and contained a tub the size of a small pool, a separate shower made for two, plus a sauna. A central fireplace separated the three rooms.

On the bed was another envelope. Sydney lay on the bed and read:

My Dearest Sydney:

I hope the drive was pleasant and uneventful. I also hope you kept both hands on the steering wheel (wink). 

Today is for you and I have arranged some much deserved pampering. Lunch should arrive soon. It is light because the dinners here are five star and very rich. No need to fill up at lunch. Your first appointment is with the masseuse at 1:30. Do not be late, Yuri is a temperamental Russian (Did you know Yuri is Russian for log? Take that metaphor where you will). At 2:30 you visit Halima (Her name means gentle in Arabic) for a facial, manicure, and pedicure. At 4:00 you have scheduled a relaxing soak in the whirlpools which use the local spring water. Some say that have "interesting" effect on people. I am interested to see what they mean. 

Have a good afternoon and I will see you later.

Love, Nate

"Damn Him!" Sydney said to no one in particular. "Damn, damn, and double damn I'm horny. Curses on him for making me a dripping wreck without laying a finger on me. Oh the things I am going to do when I see that ...MAN!" She closed her eyes and moved her hand slow into her pants and begain to fantasize about she and Nate. Just as she was close to give herself relief, someone knocked on the door. 

"DAMN! Who is it?" Sydney yelled.

"Room Service," came the answer.

She opened the door to see a bright young face of maybe 22, smartly dressed white shirt and black slacks. In her state, she looked hungrily at the sacrifice. "Where would you like me to put it, Ma'am?" 

She stared at the young stud and stifled a giggle. "Just set it on the table." The waiter gave her a questioning look and put the tray where she instructed. "Is there anything I need to sigh?" she asked. "No it was all taken care of, including tip. Is there anything else you need?" 

Using all her internal fortitude from ripping her clothes off and yell "Fuck me you young stud," Sydney simply told the youth, "No! Thank you!"

"OK Professor. You have a good stay," he said as he left.

She eyed the food and realized she was hungry and not just for sausage. She also looked at the clock. It was 1:15. Oh Hell. Her relief will have to wait. All the better to wait until she could get her hands on Nate.

Quickly finishing the soup and salad (which was phenomenal), she gathered her room key and started off to the spa. She found her way and arrived precisely at 1:30. She walked up to the striking young woman behind the desk and introduced herself at the desk. "Yes, Professor Hawthorne ... My name is Georgi, Georgiana actually, please come with me," the tall brunette said. Sydney followed the young woman, thinking "Is everyone young and beautiful here?"

Georgi retrieved a towel from a closet, and placed it on a stool beside a shower. "We find that a quick hot shower helps people relax and exemplifies the effect of the message. The water is the local spring water. Just ring the bell when you are finished and have dried off. Natural soaps and shampoos are provided in the shower and will sensitive your skin," she informed Sydney.

Sydney disrobed and climbed into the shower, putting her clothes into the satin bag that Georgi had left for her. The water felt great and the soaps and shampoo smelled wonderful. She wanted to stay in there for ever and even through serious of masturbating. But she decided against that even though her body screamed for relief. 

Finishing up she wrapped herself in the towel and rang the bell. She pulled herself onto the table as Yuri entered. He stood about six feet tall, late 20s, early 30s she surmised, bald with the most piercing set of grey eyes. He had an athletic build, fit but not overly muscular. Like a swimmer or a gymnast Sydney thought. He looked really good in his tight white t-shirt and his tight slacks. What was it Nate had said in the note? Yuri means log. The Professor dared a glance. A picture immediately entered Sydney mind and in her sex-crazed state became very vivid and served as a catalyst of greater desire. "Damn Him," she whispered.

"Pardon Madam?" Yuri asked

"Uh ... Oh! ... Nothing. Sorry. Was just thinking out loud. So Yuri, what do I do?" 

"Please lie on this table here and make yourself comfortable," Yuri instructed. She did so. He covered her with a clean sheet. "Please remove the towel," he asked in a very sensual and exotic voice. It was a little difficult but she managed to disrobe and not expose herself.

"Please professor, relax and let Yuri drive all cares away." His voice was so exotic. Sydney knew a few Russian professors. They were typically rumpled men with gravelly voices. Yuri's voice was very different. It was smooth, with just enough of an accent to make it exotic, like something out of James Bond. 

Yuri started with her feet. She knew right off that he definitely was a professional. She loved to have her feet messaged and Nate was very good. But Yuri ... well it was indescribable. Sydney, already on the verge of an embarrassing explosion, was pushed closer to the edge. Yuri's fingers knew exactly what to do. His fingers expertly soothed her toes, arches, and ankles, sending a combination of relaxing vibration and sensual pulses. Sydney's mind filled with erotic episodes. 

As Yuri continued up Sydney's legs, he commented, "You have exquisite skin and your muscles are very tone. Most of my clients are flabby." The exotic smoothness of Yuri's voice combined with Nate's metaphor was just too much for her senses. As much as she tried Sydney could not get the fantasy of her and Yuri out of her mind. They were in a fairy tale palace, beside a fire, wrapped in furs, sipping vodka. He was caressing her and talking sweetly. His caresses, sensitive and sensual, awoke still deeper lust. She felt guilty about the fantasy but no matter how she tried, a naked, well endowed Yuri stood strong in her mind. 

"Georgi tells me you are a math-a-matics professor," Yuri crooned. 

"Uh ... Yes, I teach basic math at Valley Northern Community College," Sydney stammered.

"You would think that being Russian, I would like math-a-matics. But no. I was never very good. I preferred music and dance. I need you to roll over please," Yuri said.

Sydney did as she was asked, closed her eyes and let Yuri's magic fingers work their wonders. Her mind drifted back into the palace. This time, Georgi was in her place. Sydney was the observer. In her mind she watched as Yuri gently removed Georgiana's furs, letting them fall sensually to the floor. She stood before Yuri, naked, her breasts defying gravity. Her butt, firm and round, he stomach, flat and toned, her privates shaved clean. Sydney pictured Georgi moving to the floor, kneeling in front of Yuri. Geori took his flaccid and sizable manhood in her fingers, lifted it up and placed a gentle kiss on its tip. It reacted with a slight jump. Georgi then began to stroke his cock, this time it reacted more noticably. She kissed it again and then engulfed the head. Still gently stroking, she encouraged it to grow larger. Georgi again slipped the head between her lips and this time took more into her mouth. She slowly slip ever growing member out, then again, slowly pushed her lips over the head and shaft until she could not take any more in. Slowly she removed it and stroked it, twisting her hand as she pushed it up its length. Sydney say Yuri's cock grow to proportion she had only seen in the porn she and Nate occasionally watch. Yuri's cock grew steadily until it was fully erect, standing straight and proud. Georgi slipped it through the lips and out one last time before grabbing Yuri's hips and guiding him to the floor.

Georgiana straddled Yuri lowering herself onto his erect manhood. She watched as Yuri slipped slowly and smoothly into Georgi. There was no sound, just the picture of the lovers, pleasuring each other in the red-gold glow of a fire. Georgi's full, heavy, firm breasts swayed and bounced as she repeatedly impaled herself upon Yuri. Sydney could see clearly the young woman's sleek, muscular back and toned shoulders, beginning to glisten with sweat as she thrust down to meet Yuri's complementary upward thrust. Sydney glimpse the sheen of slickness on Yuri's engorged shaft. She envisioned Yuri's chest, shiny with slick wetness. Sydney's fire burned hotter as she envisioned the two lovers entwined in a lustful, passionate, very erotic embrace. Georgi and Yuri exuded primal sexual power and lusts from their athletic beauty. Sydney could sense their climax climbing, like the dark liquid in a thermometer. Higher and hotter it climbed, inching to the very pinnacle of the lovers' fervor, their covetous fire hotter then the flames in the fireplace. Although there was no sound, Sydney knew the earthy, animal like sounds emanating from the pair. Georgi arched her back, grabbing viselike to Yuri's arms, her breasts, full and shimmering with perspiration, thrusted out. Yuri's head was back also, thrusting with more power, more energy, more lust. Sydney knew that the end was near for the pair. Each destined to explode all-consuming orgasm. 

"Professor Hawthorne ... Professor Hawthorne ... Madam I am finished," Sydney heard Yuri's voice and as the cruel light of reality pierced her dream. "How do you feel?" he asked. 

"Just wonderful. I must have fallen asleep. I am sorry I could not be better company," Sydney apologized.

"Not to worry, many have fallen asleep on this table. Although few provide praise while asleep," Yuri said with an innocent smile. "I believe you have a few minutes to clean up before Halima arrives. Georgi has left a new towel and a robe for you by the shower. Is there anything else I can do you? Yuri asked as he lowered the table so Sydney could get off gracefully.

"No, thank you. You are very good. Thank you for such a wonderful experience. Is there something I need to sign," Sydney mentioned as she sat up. 

"No, professor, your husband took care of everything. If you do not mind me saying, Mr. Hawthorne seems to be a very caring husband. I only hope I can make Georgi as happy as I think he makes you. We are to be married this summer," he volunteered.

"Congratulation and I have a feeling that you two will have a very long, happy, and fulfilled life together," Sydney told him as he left the room.



The Reward Ch. 02



"Super damn him for making me this blisteringly horney," Sydney said as she turned off the water and stepped from the shower. She had just grabbed the towel when she heard a knock. "Just a moment, please" she called. Drying quickly and adorning the soft, plush terry cloth robe, she opened the door to find Georgi waiting. Sydney was plunged back to her vision by the statuesque young beauty. Sydney felt she could hardly walk she was so filled with sexual desire. Her libido had never been running this fast before. The fantasy of her and Yuri was so strong, so real it brought her to a new awareness. "Are you ready for your next appointment?" she asked cheerfully.

"Yes. Do I need to take anything?" Sydney replied

"No ma'am, just follow me," she instructed and they started down the hall. Sydney imagined she could hear her privates squishing as she followed Georgi's perfect butt outlined through a pair of short athletic shorts. "Did Yuri treat you well?" Sydney was asked.

"Yes, he was wonderful. Unfortunately, I fell asleep during the massage. I am a bit embarrassed," Sydney explained. She quickly changed the subject. "I actually I hear congratulations are in order. Yuri tells me you two are engaged."

"Yes, this summer. We are planning to have the marriage here. The management said that we could have the ballroom for nothing. Here we are. I think you will find Halimah just as capable. I will be back when she is through."

"Thank you." Sydney entered the room to find the most beautiful set of deep, dark eyes she had ever seen. They were like pools of deep chocolate. Behind the eyes was an exotic petite dark-skinned woman, with lustrous deep auburn hair. "Professor Hawthorne?" came a soft, melodic voice. The young woman must be in her early 20s. She held herself tall, almost regally, even though she must have been less than five and a half feet tall. 

"Yes. Hello ... You must be Halimah. So what wonderful delights do you have planned for me," Sydney said as she offered her hand. Halimah grasped it with the most delicate fingers Sydney had ever seen.

"Yes ma'am. Your husband has purchased a facial, manicure and a pedicure. I will start with the pedicure, then proceed to the manicure, and finish with the facial. This allows the polish to dry. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable." Halimah spoke confidently and with a formal accent. Her voice was soft and musical, like a flute or oboe. It flowed from her exquisite face with the quality of a master musician. "First thing is you must choose a color." 

"Thank you. It has been ... well ... I guess my wedding since my last manicure and pedicure and I have never had a facial." Sydney replied as she situated herself in the chair Halimah indicated and selected a pale pink nail color.

"Well then, I shall work extra hard to make this a very pleasurable experience," Halimah sang as she pulled up her work stool. "So how many years have you been married?" Halimah asked as she started to wash Sydney's feet. "Almost 20 years now," Sydney replied. 

"My, that is a long time. Your husband must be a wonderful man to be married so long. But again, he did arrange this weekend." Halimah chatted as she scrubbed Sydney's feet with a stone. "Do you get away much?" she inquired. "No, not at all. In fact this is the first time away since we had children," Sydney answered. 

"My, My. Why this weekend? Is it your anniversary or maybe a birthday present?" 

No. Nothing like that," and Professor Bailey-Hawthorne began to tell how she had been working out for two years and had lost 100 pounds and this was her reward. She explained that it was a complete surprise."

"That is the type of man I wish to marry. But I have not found him yet," Halimah bemused.

"Do not worry, Halimah. You are young and have time. Besides, a beautiful woman like you should have not problem finding dates," Sydney said in a motherly way.

"I hope so," Halimah prayed. The two women continued to chat as Halimah massaged and pampered Sydney's feet and ankles. Sydney did not get many chances to have a "Girl's Chat". She thoroughly enjoyed the banter about Halimah's homeland, the goings-on at the spa and at the college, about life in general. "I am done here and ready for your hands," Halimah announced.

"WOW! My feet look and feel great. You really are a master," Sydney exclaimed. "My toes have never looked so good nor have my feet felt so smooth."

"Thank you Professor," Halimah said as she took Sydney's hand in her own elegant fingers. The conversation continued as Sydney talked about her kids, Nate, and her job. Halimah included information about her family and one particular young man back home. Overall, it was a very pleasant conversation, refreshing in a way. Having only college professors to talk to is intellectually fulfilling, but lacks some of the informal pleasantries that most people need and women thrive on.

"I have finished with your hands. How do they look?" Halimah asked. "Just fabulous my dear; just fabulous!" Sydney praised.

"Well, I need to lower the chair and lean it back so I can reach your face. I am not so tall."

"That is fine my dear. I just hope I will be better company that I was for poor Yuri. I fell asleep during his massage. I was so embarrassed."

"Many have fallen asleep on his table, me included, several times in fact. But I hear he is the best. And so handsome. Georgi is so lucky to be his fiancé," Halimah sighed. "OK I am ready, please lean back, close you eyes, and relax. Do not worry about falling asleep. With your eyes closed you will no doubt drift off. That is fine, most do," she informed Sydney.

Doing as she was instructed, Sydney relaxed and shut her eyes. She felt a smooth lotion applied to her face. It smelled of flowers and herbs, putting her mind at rest. She heard Halimah explain what she was doing in her sweet, soft, musical voice. It was not long until Sydney was again asleep and drifting to far away places.

Sydney heard raucous laughter and bawdy singing. She was in a large room with many people having what Sydney thought was some sort of banquet, like the ones you would see Robin Hood or Ivanhoe. "No!" Sydney thought out loud as she scanned the room. No, it was more like a banquet out of Ali Baba or the Arabian Nights. 

Sydney suddenly became aware of the leather collar around her neck. She also was shocked to realize her hands were cuffed together by a leather band of a foot and half in length. But what was the ultimate shock, Sydney Bailey-Hawthorne, professor of mathematics, wife and mother of two, was naked, kneeling at the feet of her husband, who was sitting on a throne, dressed as an Arabian prince and holding the other end of the leash. 

"My Prince," she her someone say and turned her face to see a pair tight leather pants and knee-high boots. She raised her face more and viewed a fleece vest opened at the front showing a well formed chest and flat abs. She also noticed metal bands on his arms, highlighting his powerful arms. She was surprised to see Yuri smiling down at her. Georgi was on his arm dressed likewise but she wore a fleece half vest, displaying copious amounts of cleavage and her tight abs. Her perfect legs and fine butt obvious through her skin tight black leather pants. "I see you have a new beauty," said Yuri. Georgi bent and stroked Sydney's face as she would have a favorite pet. "If I may say, my Prince, this lovely is the most beautiful yet," Georgi added. They bowed and took their seats. 

"Good evening, my lord," came a voice Sydney knew too well. Standing before her, lording over Sydney's submissive state was no other than Tina Tilly. She was dressed in a golden bustier, her breasts cupped, almost spilling out, in an elegant display of ebony flesh. She wore a filmy silver skirt allowing Sydney and all others to view her long, firm legs. Her feet were wrapped in golden sandals laced to the knee. Standing next to her was the young waiter, dressed in a dark blue military-style tunic, black boots, and a deep blue kilt belted with a wide black leather belt. "Beware this pet, your highness. She looks to be part wild cat," Tina laughed as she took the young man's arm and walked seductively away.

Others passed, all acknowledging Nate's nobility and some commenting on Sydney. She was called a pet, a toy, night-time plaything, and a beauty. All the while, Sydney was taken aback by the ultimate submissive posture she was in. She felt embarrassed and at the same time, the picture of her, totally submissive, at the feet of her master, turned her on. 

As soon as all the guests were seated, large-breasted serving wenches in tight bodices brought trays heaped with roasted meats, breads, fruits, and grilled vegetables. Copious amounts of wine were poured into golden goblets. The guests grew rowdier and bawdier. The slower serving girls were snatched and pulled into the laps of both men and women. Many of the wenches, however, expertly swerved, escaping the lustful lunges, each time playfully chastising the unfortunate guest. Lewd songs erupted spontaneously among the tables and raucous laughter floated over the crowd. The drunken, lascivious orgy seemed to build through the night until just before midnight, Nate stood. An expectant hush fell over the crowd as Nate spoke.

"My friends! A toast to fine food, fine wine, a lusty life," Nate proclaimed as he raised his goblet. The drunken swarm erupted in salutes. Nate raised his hand and again the throng hushed. "I have some very special entertainment this night. No it is not my new pet although she may show her talents to me later," Nate said as the guests laughed boisterously. "No, I have another treat for you; one of exceptional beauty and exquisite grace. A fine delicacy that is bound to rise more than just eyebrows," Nate insinuated as he sipped his wine. With that he motioned to the guards at the main entrance. 

They opened the doors and a lone drummer entered the room followed by two large, bare-chested men carrying a very large basket. Sydney recognized the drummer as the front desk clerk. He was dressed only in a loin cloth and a turban. His sinewy chest and legs glistened as he took a seat and placed the drum in his lap. The room fell silent and the drummer started, creating a slow, steady rhythm that was at the same time complex and driving. Sydney heard the sound of bells. They kept pace with the drummer's tempo but produced a hypnotic counter rhythm.

The lid of the basket slowly slid open and two hands unhurriedly snaked from the opening. The hands, holding small silver bells, were gracefully by two followed lovely arms, twisting and intertwining to the music. Smoothly following the arms was a set of dark eyes; deep chocolate pools, mysterious and mesmerizing. They were framed by deep lustrous auburn curls. Her face was cover with a translucent silken veil held in place by a fine silver rope around her auburn locks. Finally, as if summoned by a snake charmer, a petite form fluidly rose, writhing in beat with the drummer. The two large men, lifter the dancer from the basket and she landed lightly on her feet. 

The dancer wore a golden halter, beaded and bejeweled. He tight, flat belly was uncovered except for the deep red ruby in her navel and a thin silver strand of bells lovingly encircling her waist. The dancer's hips and legs were covered with more silky veils. More silver bells encircled each ankle and her small, perfect feet were bare. Her movements were fluid, with the grace of a gazelle. The dancer skipped lightly as if she did not touch the ground, the bells on her delicate fingers and toes kept the spellbinding rhythm led by the drummer. 

The dancer hips shook and vibrated making the silky wraps ripple. Each movement choreographed with expert precision to draw attention to different parts of the dancer. Her arms weaved erotic and hypnotic patterns before and beside her.

Expertly, the dancer moved around the room. She floated from table to table. She teased selected guests, and then elegantly danced away, leaving the subject languishing. She moved from patron to patron, leaving a wake of stunned guests. Slowly the drummer increased the tempo. The dancer, match him beat for beat. Sydney felt herself sway to the music, wishing she could join the danseur noble in her conquest of the patrons. 

The rhythmic figure shimmied through the guest. Her hips swaying quickly side to side. She approached Tina and the young waiter. Looking deeply into the ebony beauty's eyes, the dance detached a veil from her hips. She sauntered, seductively toward Tina, bewitchingly taking one step forward, entrancingly flipping one hip then repeating with the other. Sydney could see Tina's breathing increase. Her bosoms strained against the corset. The dance reached Tina and alluringly threw the veil over Tina's shoulders. The dancer deftly leaped into the air, twirling her rich auburn hair, leaving the veil covering Tina Tilly. Tina did not move as the fine fabric formed a golden mantle, matching Tina's bustier. Sydney saw a burning desire in Tina's eyes and her breasts heaved against the restraints of her bustier. 

The dancer had moved on. She spun and moved to another patron. With acrobat-like moves, she vaulted onto a table, landing so gently and precisely that not one drop of wine was spilled. She nimbly danced down the length of the table, hips, hands, and beaded halter vibrating furiously; the silk scarves rippling around her feet. The dancer dexterously somersaulted three times, her feat lightly striking the table. Sydney was amazed not a single dish was disturbed. With a flourish, she picked up with the drummer's beat. Leaving a fine silky sheet playfully sliding from another patron's head on to the table.

The tempo increased. The danseur's hips keeping expert pace with the driving pace. Waves of silk flowed down her legs as her hips vibrated hypnotically. She detached another veil and arched it over yet another guest. She pulled the patron toward her. Sydney watched as the dancer shook her breasts, in the same spot as the rest of her body shimmied forward, creating a graceful arch. Just as the guest was about to kiss her cleavage, she deftly flipped the silk back over the patron and wrapped it around his hands, effectively binding him. As the crowd howled with laughter, the dancer blew the patron a kiss and skipped away. 

Spinning and skipping, the erotic coryphée floated through the crowd once again. As she pirouetted down the tables, Sydney noticed the hungry look on each person's face. She realized that she too was caught in this small figure's spell. The rhythm of the drum and the bells intensified her passion. She started to rise. A small tug on her leash reminded her that she was in forbidden territory. As she looked back at Nate and noticed the same hungry look in his eyes. Her position also allowed her a close view of his growing manhood, restricted under his trousers. Smiling, she returned her attention back to the dancer, just in time to see another veil drop.

Sydney noticed much more of the dancer was exposed. In fact, Sydney could see that the dancer was covered by only a veil in the front, one in the back and one covering her face. The dancer twisted, flipped, and twirled steadily around the room; her feet a blaze of hypnotic patterns, the bells tinkling, and the drum pulsating. As the dancer and the drummer intensified their lustful ballet, Sydney's lust increased. The heat and sexual intensity increased in the room. Nate was growing even larger, his member straining against its imprisonment. The drummer's beat sped up as did the dancer's counterpoint. Suddenly she stopped in mid-move, the drummer stopped, the crowd stopped breathing, the world around them seemed to stop. 

All eyes were on the graceful petite figure. However, she was looking straight at Yuri. He was looking back, entranced. The drum stoked once. One small foot moved forward. A second stroke and with a flourish of her hip, the dancer stepped the other foot forward. Beat ... Step ... Beat ... Flourish ... The tempo quicken with each beat until it resumed and exceeded the previous tempo. The ecdysiast's hips and halter were flying at amazing speeds. Closer and closer to Yuri she moved. He could not move, trapped in this small spider's erotic web. She danced right up to Yuri, moved her face to within inches of his. She then turned on her heals and performed the move amazing back bend. Her body seemed to defy gravity. It seemed to float. She righted her self and cart wheeled away, leaving two veils, binding Yuri and Georgi together.

As the drummer played an amazingly intricate and intensely racing rhythm, the figurante burst into a full run then completed a series of hand springs like a gymnast across the mat. She vaulted in the air, spinning and flipping over Nate and was hidden from the crowd by his throne. The drummer expertly stoked his drum in to a roll. However, the dancer did not reappear. Just as Nate was turning to see what was happening, the dancer adroitly leaped over Sydney and onto the head table, landing gracefully, facing Nate. The last veil floated softly onto Sydney, covering one shoulder and breast. Sydney looked at the table, and there stood Halimah, nude except for the belt of bells around her waist and ankles. She ceremoniously threw one arm into the triumphantly. 

The drummer stopped. The dance was over and Halimah stood on the table before Nate, glistening with perspiration; her pert breasts heaving from the exertion. The ruby in her navel set off her flat belly. Her slim hip encircled by the belt of silver bells and her auburn hair was both wild and plastered against face. All eyes were on this small nude beauty that had aroused the room. 

Nate sat stunned, staring in to Halimah's deep eyes, mesmerized. His hands gripped the arms of his throne tightly. He was no longer the master but was held, submissive to the delicate form before him. She had total power the Prince. She could do anything she wanted. Halimah was for the moment queen of Nate's domain. She reached out and pulled him roughly to her. She pulled his face toward hers, his lips being pulled into hers ...

"Professor Hawthorne ... Professor Hawthorne ... Madam I am finished," Sydney heard Halimah's melodic voice arouse her from her dream. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Oh My! Did I fall asleep?" Sydney asked.

"Yes. I am afraid so. But I am finished. How do you feel?" Halimah inquired.

Sydney wanted to say "So horney I would fuck that broom over there." But she instead said, "Like a new woman. One I never knew I could be. Do I owe you anything?"

"No madam. You husband has already paid me and left me a very generous tip,' Halimah answered. "You can wait here for Georgi if you wish. I have to leave for another appointment. It was good to meet you. I hope you have a wonderful stay," she said as she gathered her belongings.

"Thank you. Halimah," she added. "You be patient about meeting someone. I have a feeling someone special will be dancing into you life before you know it," Sydney said confidently.

"I hope so. Good-bye professor" and Halimah left. Sydney relaxed in the chair and thought about her wild dream. This was a side of herself Sydney she had never encountered; never knew she had. She knew she would have to explore it deeper. However, the dream had intensified her lust. "If I don't get fucked soon I will not be responsible for my actions" she murmured to herself. She sat exploring this "darker" side of her lust for some minutes more, until Georgi called to her from the doorway.



The Reward Ch. 03



Once again, Sydney was forced to follow Georgi’s firm, tight, and perfect butt.  She was at her limit; the dreams on the massage table and while receiving the facial had increased her “Horniness Index” to record levels.  Add to that, the picture of her leashed and naked at her husband’s feet left her confused, excited, and adventurous.  She needed relief and she needed it now.  One more dream, one more gorgeous person getting screwed and she was going to take action, no matter who was watching.  “A little exhibitism? Hmmm?  Could be fun,” she thought then shook her head.  That was DEFINITELY something she would never even have thought was fun prior to today.

Sydney, not paying much attention to where she was going or what was happening around her, did not notice Georgi had stopped.  Noticing too late to stop herself, Sydney raised her hands in an automatic response, accidentally placing one hand on Georgi’s breast.  “I am very sorry.  Guess I was day-dreaming and was not being attentive,” she said embarrassed.  Of course, the feel of the high, round, and firm breast in her hand increased the sexual pressures within her.  In fact, she thought the breast felt good.  Although not ever having any bisexual thoughts, Sydney was surprised by her desire to undress that breast and stroke it more.

“That’s alright.  Your husband has scheduled a 30 minute whirlpool.  The water we use comes from the natural springs in the area and people say they have some relaxing qualities.  On the tub you will find a button.  Press that and the jets will start and run for 15 minutes.  Afterwards, the water temperature will gently be lowered for the remaining 15 minutes.  When the tone sounds, your 30 minutes are up.  This is the women’s showers.  We require each person to shower beforehand.  Health reasons you see,” Georgi instructed with a smile.  “Your clothes have been returned to your room, cleaned.  Please leave the robe hanging on a hook in the shower room and select a clean one from the shelves.  It has been a pleasure serving you and Yuri, Halimah, and I wish you a happy stay.”  

“Excellent.  I thank you for all your attention.  Again congratulations on your up coming marriage,” Sydney responded as Georgi left.  She entered the shower room and did as she instructed.  “Finally, some alone time to attend to my needs,” she thought as she wrapped herself in the warm, fluffy robe.  She moved to the whirlpool room marked with her name.  She entered the whirlpool spa.  Preparing to enter the whirlpool, mind set on masturbating until she could not walk, Sydney removed her robe and stepped to the pool.  However, with her mind on her dreams, her “accident” with Georgi, and her plan, she did not notice the other person standing by the frosted window.

“I have always liked to look at your wonderful body,” Nate proclaimed.

“Shit!” Sydney jumped.  “NATE!” she then voiced when she recognized the robed figure.  This was the relief she needed, she wanted.  Better than masturbating, she was going to have her favorite cock and she was going to ride it for all it was worth.  No love making here.  Sydney Bailey-Hawthorn, Professor of Mathematics, Wife and Mother of two, was going to get fucked and fucked silly.

She rushed to her husband.  Throwing open his robe, she knelt, and pounced upon him like a tigress on a deer.  “Hey! Nice to see you too,” Nate said as Sydney grabbed his flaccid member and started to lick it.  It was very kind to her.  Sensing her wants and needs, Nate’s manhood started to awaken.  After 20 years of marriage and countless blowjobs, Sydney knew just what to do to prepare her “toy”.  Alternately, licking, engulfing and stroking Nate’s manhood, she felt it stiffen and enlarge in both her hand and mouth.  She licked the full length of the shaft, from balls to tip then surrounded the head with her lips.  She pushed the swelling member through her lips into her mouth, licking the soft underbelly of Nate’s cock with her flat tongue as it slipped effortlessly into the back of Sydney’s throat.  She reversed the process, slowly sliding his cock out of her mouth and running her tongue the length of the shaft until be reached nicely shaved balls.  She repeated, each time, the expanding manhood sliding deeper into her mouth.  So caught up in her lust, Sydney did not realize she had slipped Nate’s entire cock into her mouth, deepthroating him.  Nate let out a deep groan as his cock completed its penetration of Sydney’s throat.

As Sydney used one hand to guide and control Nate’s cock, the other found her pussy.  She was wet, very wet, incredibly wet, unbelievably wet.  Her fingers found her clit and was quickly swirling it.  However, she very quickly sensed an impending orgasm.  Lucky for her Nate was ready.  She stood, led Nate to the window, turned her back to him and guided his erection to her sweet, wet, warm, and wanting opening.  Nate obliged and entered deeply and completely on the first thrust.  He slid in smoothly.  He had never felt Sydney so wet and after 20 years of marriage he knew what she needed.  He quickly pulled back and thrusted hard and deep again.  She intensified the thrust by pushing back.  They repeated their actions, each time drawing a primordial grunt from his wife.  He pulled back and thrusted again and agian.  Sydney could not feel the cold tile of the window against her hands or the floor beneath her feet.  All she could feel was Nate’s cock in her, thrusting as deep as it would go.  The rush of energy she felt was more than she had ever felt before.  She erupted in a colossal orgasm sending electric shock waves pulsing throughout her entire being.  Her vaginal walls squeezed Nate telling him of her climax.  He re-doubled his efforts, thrusting harder, sending Sydney further into ecstasy.

“OH MY!  YES! YES! YES! YES!” was what Sydney wanted to say.  “AHHHHHHHHHH” was all that she produced.  She encouraged Nate by yelling “FUCK ME HARDER.”  At least that is what she wanted to do. “UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!” was what really came out.  It was incredible.  Sydney experienced a second peak, high than the first was, then a third, and a fourth, and then she lost count.  Each peak sent her voice higher in pitch, the grunts more primitive, more basic, but no more understandable.  She had never in her life had such an orgasm or orgasms.  It was blinding, all consuming.  The powerful waves were all she could feel.  Even, Nate’s thrusts were lost in the groundswell of lustful energy coursing through her body.  

Finally, her knees buckled under her and she fell to the floor, shaking.  At least she would have if Nate did not encircle her with his arms and hold her shaking body. “WOW!” was all she said a few minutes later after gaining some composure.  However, she was not done.  She stood and guided Nate to the whirlpool.  She instructed him to sit at the edge.  She then grabbed Nate still stiff cock and started to stroke it.  She was going to give Nate a dose of his own medicine.  “Revenge Time,” she whispered as she slowly moved her hand up and down the length of her husband’s member.  “What was that?” Nate asked.  She did not respond but continued to stroke.  Some strokes ended at the base of the cock’s head, other times she caressed his swollen head.  Her other hand cuddled his balls, lightly massaging the orbs with her fingers.  Ever so slowing her fist moved the length of his cock.  She knew he was going crazy.  However, she wanted to him to experience as much of the longing as she felt.  Sydney then explained why she was so excited to see him.  She described her dreams in vivid detail as she stroked her husband.  The warm water embraced her as she recanted the scene between Yuri and Georgi, making sure she described Georgi’s body in vivid pictures.  She completed a slow downward stroke with each telling of Georgi’s thrust and then completed a slow upward stroke when Georgi rose, poised for another thrust down.  What seemed like an eternity to Nate, she sensuously painted a picture of Yuri’s and Georgi’s love-making with Nate’s cock as the brush and canvas.  Just as she was reaching the pinnacle, she stopped.  “And I did not even get to view her orgasm”, Sydney said in a pouty voice.  “Know what happened next?” she asked.

“Uhhhh, NO!” Nate struggled to say as his hands moved to finish the job.

She slapped his hands away.  “What’s the matter, big man cannot handle a little excitement?” she teased.  “Well let me just tell you what happened next,” Sydney said in a soft, teasing voice.  She proceeded to describe Halimah’s dance.  “They both showed a lot of cleavage,” she said as she described Georgi’s and Tina’s outfits.  “I surmise that if I looked over Tina’s shoulder I probably could have seen her full breast.  You know that Tina’s tits are really large and surprisingly firm for being so large.  She came into the center once in a bikini and by the way they almost popped out her top and gently bounced as she walked, it was quite obvious just how large and firm her tits are.”  Sydney continued to torture Nate as she described the dance.  She wickedly described her attire, or lack of attire, and that she actually enjoyed being the submissive.  “I think we should explore a role-play some time.  I liked being your pet.  I wonder where I can get a leather corset to fit me,” she purred.  She finished by describing Halimah’a body, her small but firm breasts, her petite curves, and small but perfect feet.  “… and when she landed in front of you, you could see everything, from her mysterious eyes to the little landing strip.  She looked like she wanted you and you had such a hard-on.  Just like now,” she giggled.  She knew that Nate would not last much longer and she felt that he understood the situation he placed her in.  

She sped up her stroking.  Nate’s head leaned back as he erupted.  His sweet elixir shot all over Sydney’s chest and face.  “Oh My! That’s a lot of cum.” She said as she licked the remaining cum from her hand and his cock, engulfing his cock head, sending shivers through her husband.  “There, all better?” she asked as she grabbed a robe and wiped herself off.

She then pressed the “Start” button and felt the powerful jets against her body.  Lowering herself into the warm water, she positioned her body so that a jet was driving warm bubbles against her clit.  She moaned as the loving bubbles tickled her clit.  Still worked up from her dreams, the fucking Nate gave her, and her teasing, she knew that she would orgasm again soon.  The jets stimulated her, increasing her internal heat.  Closer and closer she climbed, hotter and hotter she became.  Nate had recovered, slid into the pool and moved to behind her.  She was content to let the jets do the “Hard’ work.  But he assisted by massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, and gently kissing her neck.  He was letting the bubbles perform their magic. Soft moans flowed from deep within her.  The passionate streams worked her privates into a full nuclear reactor, generating heat and energy, radiating it from the tip of her toes to the top of her scalp.  

Just as programmed, the jets stopped.  It was the cool down time.  “No! Don’t stop!” she cried.  Nate was quick to move.  He moved her to the edge of the tub.  Spreading her legs he dived into her muff, licking up her sweet juices.  He ran his tongue around between her lips and found her love button.  He used the tip of his tongue to create small circles around it.  It did not take long to coax an orgasm from Sydney.  “Please don’t stop! I’m Cumming, OH MY, YES! YES! YES! YES!” she whispered and she pushed Nate’s head further into her quivering mass.  Nate did not stop.  Her actions energized him more and he re-doubled his efforts, licking her lips, sucking on her clit, and fucking her with his tongue.  “Another one! Yes another one! I’m coming again!” Sydney grunted.  “I love you! Yes! Yes, OH! STOP!  I can’t stand any more.”  Nate stopped knowing when his wife had reached her limit.  Sydney slid into the water and onto her husband’s lap.  They spent the remaining minutes cuddling and necking in the pool.  

They put on their robes and made their way to their room.  Holding hands, Sydney’s arm contently and lovingly entwined in Nate’s, they passed Yuri, Georgi and Halimah, who were speaking in the lobby.  Yuri pulled Georgi to him and pointed to Mr. and Professor Hawthorn as they passed through the lobby, oblivious to their surroundings.  The three smiled knowingly noticing Sydney’s relaxed glow and the loving aura surrounding the couple.  Halimah leaned to Georgi and quietly said “I think our lovely professor is having a great stay.  No?”





The Rewards of a Personal Trainer



It has been some time since my last submission. Not that a few episodes haven't been worthy of writing for others to read, rather the simple fact nothing which inspired me to transcribe. Until this one...

For Stacy's birthday, I got her a gift any mid 30's wife of 3 would want, a personal trainer. Before any of you say "how romantic" this was an agreed upon exchange. My wife has been in the workout grove for several years now. For those of you who have not read my prior submissions, Stacy remade her body both naturally and surgically. 

To review, Stacy is 5'8 tall, around 128lbs, curves in right places, with shoulder length brown hair (with blonde highlights), 34 very full C cup of a women I get to call my wife. A few years back she had her mommy makeover, and leading up to getting her new pair of assets, she exercised very diligently in preparation of her transformation...which is what it truly became. She had never worked so hard on her physical appearance; with the makeover resulting in a very sculpted beauty, with a pair of breasts that overly fill a C cup, but yet I would challenge anyone who sees her to correctly guess her breasts are surgically enhanced.

Since her mommy makeover, her exercise and body sculpting dedication has continued. She is enrolled in boot camp courses, platies classes, and fully utilizes our home gym. Our home gym consists of remodeling our third car garage into a (almost) complete gym: free weights, treadmill and stationary bike, yoga/platies station (she likes hot yoga), medicine balls and kettle weights, even an aerobics/dance floor. 

But with any home gym and self-guided-workout routine, boredom sets in, as does the need to take one's exercise to the next level. Enter the need for a personal trainer, which is how WE came to the conclusion Stacy would receive one for her birthday.

And before any minds start to wander, I will tell you right now that the first time Stacy's personal trainer we hired showed up at our door for her first home session, SHE was NOT some goddess from a workout magazine (and where this submission is going). Although she was tight and had a very nice little package of a body, she was very average in her overall physical appearance. She is however very good at what she does and really brings professionalism to her calling as a personal trainer.

With that out of the way, let me digress to Stacy's birthday. Prior to the ceremonial exchange of her gift (personal trainer lessons), I of course being a red blooded male had to inject my special touch into her birthday present. To accompany her personal trainer lessons I shopped for what would become her new exercise attire. I found a few websites that would serve my purposes and via home delivery, I had my additional gift to present Stacy.

This additional birthday gift was 3 sports bras, 2 sets of yoga pants, and one set of yoga shorts. And I made sure the sports bras were the most up-pushing and revealing the Internet had to offer. Little backstory to this gift...over the years since Stacy's body transformation and extensive exercise undertaking, I have done my best through considerable efforts to get her to dress more "exercise sexy". Meaning, getting her to wear tighter, more revealing, exercise attire when she exercised at home or even went to her classes. To date, she will work out in yoga pants and conservative full-coverage sports bras when she is at our home gym, but when she leaves, chooses to cover up with a sporty tank or exercise top.

On her birthday, over a very nice dinner, I presented her with her birthday card (detailing her personal trainer lessons) and neatly wrapped birthday box. Once she unwrapped and opened the box, she held up the apparel, looked me in the eye and grinned. She asked, "you know the trainer is a women don't you?" And I did of course knew, since we had agreed upon that fact before scheduling her sessions. So I said, "well these are the terms and conditions to signing up for personal trainer sessions." With that nothing more was said, so we continued on with her birthday dinner and events.

Fast forward to her first training session. There was a knock at the door and from upstairs in or master suite I heard Stacy yell down for me to answer the front door. In my mind I knew Stacy was trying on her new birthday gift/exercise attire while looking in the mirror, turning, re-turning, and fully checking out the view. Nerves might have been getting the best of her at the moment. 

I opened the door, and there stood her personal trainer Lizzy: a young (20 something), cute-little-tight package of a girl. She was blond, hair back in a bun, with small but pert breasts. To be honest, not the stunner I was hoping for, but this wasn't a porno after all. I invited her in, and as we stood there making small talk until Stacy eventually came down the steps. 

My jaw dropped when Stacy turned the corner and neared where we were standing, wearing one of her new birthday exercise outfits. Her breasts bounced as she made her way down each step. Her tone stomach seem to attract the eyes (when not watching her breasts bounce of course). Amazing how simply wearing just a little skimpier sports bra and extra trim fitting yoga pants made all the sexual difference. She looked amazing and seemed to ooze sexual energy. 

As time passed, Stacy and Lizzy were about 5 weeks into biweekly sessions. The results of their efforts were even more amazing than I could have imagined. Stacy was more toned and sculpted than before. Even her boobs seemed bigger; either from her added lean-muscle tone or the thinner build supporting them. I was truly over-joyed with the results. 

One morning of Stacy's next training sessions I received a call from Lizzy (since my phone number was on record). Lizzy called to say she wasn't going to be able to make the day's session and had a fill-in trainer available. The only catch was it would be a guy, not a girl. I said this would be fine and to send the substitute; for some reason I chose not to tell Stacy this fact. Instead I schemed!

To start my plan into action I made sure that all of Stacy's new exercise apparel was not to be found...well of course except for the outfit she had never worn-yet. This consisted of yoga shorts and a sports bra that was more bra than sport. And my plan started working to perfection when Stacy returned home from morning school drop offs, running behind schedule, and in a frantic search for her exercise clothes, had to settle for wearing the one and only workout outfit that was to be found. 

With a knock at the front door, Stacy yelled down from upstairs master suite for me to get the door. Again I knew she must be busy in front of her mirror turning around and around inspecting her outfit. When I opened the door, I was amazed at the specimen standing in front of me...it was obvious why he chose the profession of being a personal trainer, Blair looked the part, and if Lizzy wasn't porno material, Blair was from central casting. He stood much taller than my 5'10, was yoked to say the least, and didn't bother to hide it in his skintight biker shorts and tank top. 

We stood there making small talk, Blair and myself, when we heard Stacy come down the stairs. When she turned the corner and got sight of Blair, she almost stopped, paused really, and very obvious to me I saw both of them do a quick up-down of each other. Stacy looked so damn sexy in her black yoga shorts and push-up sports bra. The bra cups supported (meaning pushed up) her breasts to the point they looked like they would fall out from any movement. Not sure how the website sold this as workout apparel. And those shorts couldn't have made her ass look anymore appealing along with her long legs and almost camel toe of a crotch area for all to see.

It was very interesting dynamic to stand back and watch as they introduced each other to themselves, made brief small talk, and as they turned away with Stacy escorting Blair to our home gym, it was obvious he was getting a great view of her firm but full ass in those really tight yoga shorts. This was no doubt going to be a sexually electric workout for both Blair and Stacy.

I went to my home office to try and attempt some work but my mind was racing with thoughts of what could be happening downstairs in my own home gym. What could Blair and Stacy be doing? I had to find out. I went downstairs and entered the garage, turned the corner to the gym area, and got quite a view. Stacy was in the middle of arm set and of course Blair was right behind her spotting. Nothing over the top sexual in nature, but he was standing really, really close to her from behind and his mid section was definitely pressed into her ass. Not like they were dry humping, but like he meant to be pressing into her. For my excuse to be there, I said I needed a bottle of water from the water cooler...so I took as many peeks as I could, grabbed the water, and retreated to my office again.

Wow one could feel the sexual energy in the room. Stacy had this hunk of a man helping her work out. And no matter one's views on swinging, swapping, sharing, etc., doesn't change the fact when two very sexual and attractive people are together body chemistry is apparent. It was very apparent their workout was full of sexual chemistry...I just wasn't sure how far this would go.

I waited about another 20 minutes and planned my next excuse to visit the home gym. Again I went downstairs, entered the garage, and turned the corner to the gym area. I was blessed with a very sexy view. Blair and Stacy were doing some kind of exercise where they used each other's body in a form of resistance training. Stacy was doing some kind of platies/yoga stance but Blair was pressed into her with his weight providing resistance to her movement. This combination left their bodies completely pressed into one another, I am sure hiding nothing from feel or to the imagination.

My excuse for being there this second time was to inform them I was going for a quick jog. And I actually was since I had to get out of the house and expend some energy of my own. Before leaving I took in eyeful and left them to their "exercise". 

When I returned from by jog I was tempted to check on them again, but decided to attempt some work in my home office once again. I was at my desk for maybe 15 minutes when I heard Stacy coming up the stairs. She entered the office and she was quite a site. She was wet from sweat, not drenched just a nice gleam, but most obvious was her hard and protruding nipples. They stood out in easy view that meant Stacy was very turned on.

She walked right up to me, behind the desk, sat on my lap and kissed me very deep and passionate. She moaned as her tongue went deep into mine and her hands pulled my head in tight to her own. My hands wrapped around her body and of course cupped her ass that was snug tight in her yoga shorts. We kissed for what felt like minutes. And abruptly she rose out of my lap, started to walk away, and over her shoulder said "join me in the shower". I was quick to follow and just in time to watch her remove her sports bra as she walked toward the bathroom, discarding it to the ground behind her.

When she turned the corner to enter the master bathroom I caught up to her when she was in the middle of bending over to slide her yoga shorts down her long legs and off. I could tell she was wet; her lips glistened with moisture as she gave me a perfect view from behind. She stepped out of the shorts and moved to the shower, turning on the spray while waiting the seconds for it to warm. I took this time to remove my workout clothes and strip naked to join her. 

We stepped into the shower letting the hot water wash over our naked bodies. I looked Stacy up and down as she soaked her hair and ran her hands through her wet hair from front to back. Her body was now soaked from sweat and water and was glistening from every square inch of her skin. Her nipples stood out straight and firm as the water ran down and around her perfect breasts. The affects on me were obvious as I was already semi hard from what I was watching in front of me. 

I had to break the silence and ask, "how was your trainer session"? Stacy's answer was simple, "mmmmm amazing." And with that she dropped down to her knees in the shower, grabbed my cock by the base, stuck her tongue out and while looking deep into my eyes, licked around the tip and upper shaft. She continued this until I was completely erect and ready for her take me deep in her mouth. 

Her skill at giving blowjobs is more of a craft. And no doubt on this one she was letting me know how talented she truly was. She alternated licking and stroking my cock from base to tip; sucking and fucking me with her mouth; while using her other hand to caress my balls or rub over my ass. She was trying, and succeeding, to deliver me complete ecstasy. And the way she was going, it wasn't going to take long.

As I neared my orgasm, I reached down to play with her tits and pinch her erect nipples. This put me over the edge and I unloaded in her beautiful mouth. She swallowed every last drop as she pumped me dry and I moaned from pleasure. When I was done she stood up and said, "my turn"! And she turned her ass to me, grabbed my cock and led the tip into her wet and warm pussy.

I grabbed her by the hips and began to slide my cock in and out at a slow but quickening pace. She had one hand on the shower wall; the other was rubbing one of her erect nipples, as the steam built around us and the water ran down our bodies. Again I couldn't help myself and broke the silence and asked, "the session must have been amazing"? Stacy answered, "it was, he was good at what he does, and trust me he was a masterful pussy tease honey". 

"Pussy tease"? I asked while I was still sliding my cock in and out from base to tip.

"Oh yes," Stacy replied, "he would put our bodies in position where we would be in full contact of each other, but in such a way that felt sexual while still doing a vigorous workout." She continued, "and I have to tell you, he was fully erect almost the entire time and had his member pressed into me from many different angles". 

I continued to now pump into her with more force, her story telling getting the both of us more excited. The water, from me pumping into her, was now splashing up from between us as I fucked her from behind. 

Knowing better I asked, "how did that make you feel"?

She moaned but I am not sure from me or from Blair earlier, "mmmmm I have never been more turned on while not actually fucking or doing any sexual act before". She continued, "but it all was so sexy knowing how damn big his cock was when I could feel every fucking inch behind his tight shorts". She knew this would really get me excited.

"Oh really"? I said and continued, "I bet you imagined him fucking you with that big cock"? But I didn't even wait for the response and I pulled out of her mid stroke, walked out the shower door, and left her standing with a little wonder of what I might me doing. My actions didn't take me long.

I returned to the shower, Stacy had a look of wonder but I think she knew where I had gone. I had in my hand a toy we owned but not used many times before...only for very-very horny moments just like this one. It was a 10" dildo that was an attempt at being life-like (despite its huge size). With one motion I turned her back around face first against the far shower wall. With the water landing on her back and running down her ass, from behind I said, "Is this what you imagined my dear?" And I placed the 10-inch dildo head right at the opening of her bare pussy. She rocked back into it and with almost no effort the dildo slid all the way in.

Stacy let out a deep moan that let me know she was ready for more thrusts. I grabbed her hand and forced her fingers onto her clit, and with my other hand started to slide the dildo in and out, faster and faster. Her fingers were skillfully working her clit up and down and her mouth was making wonton noises as she did. And I was working the dildo in and out, base to tip; faster and faster I slammed it. 

From the noises and motions she made it wasn't going to be long until she was having an orgasm of her own. So I picked up the pace and slammed it in deep all the way, pulled out until the tip spread her lips wide. Back in again to the base and back out to the full tip. Stacy bucked back and almost screamed in one motion, and with that I knew her fingertips and my dildo had brought her to orgasm. She twitched and bucked a few more times...I let the dildo slide out of her and she exhaled in pleasure. 

We stood facing each other, took one another in an embrace, and for the rest of the shower kissed, caressed, and cleansed our sweaty bodies.



The Rewards of Leveling



If you haven't liked my previous stories, please pass this one by and take your shitty comments with you. For everyone else.......enjoy! 

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Throughout our marriage, my wife has always been the 'computer geek' in the family. While I have long used computers at work, using them in the home was never a priority for me. That is until I saw their utility in facilitating some erotic fun for the both of us. Since then, I have always tried to remain modestly computer literate.

I enjoy watching my wife flirt, or anything else that is naughty. Online has the unique advantage of being able to remain safe and anonymous. As such it is something that she has been more willing to try. Over the years there have been a number of things she has done. Some she has done for my pleasure i.e. Voyeurweb postings. Others we have both enjoyed. 

There is one particular episode that played out over the course of several months. She looks back on it with some sense of regret. Perhaps she feels she was unfaithful. I have always assured her that we was not. It remains the hottest thing she has ever done in cyberspace.

She started playing Everquest in the beginning. For months she ad fun with it. She made new friends, but everyone was known to each other by their aliases. Various groups of people would form up for certain types of play. Oh, this is getting boring fast.  

She formed a fast friendship with one of the players named 'Bagram' (not his real name of course). The two of them would chat with each other while playing the game. While it was always anonymous, a bond started to form between them. Conversations about non-game related topics eventually took place.

Bagram eventually hit a certain 'level' within the game that was of some importance. Everyone offered their congratulations. My wife wanted to do 'something special' for him but wasn't exactly sure. I naturally suggested she should send him naughty pics of herself. She immediately dismissed my suggestion. I shrugged my shoulders and let it go.

As we were going to bed that night she decided she wanted to talk about my suggestion. She would not come right out and say she wanted to do it. Rather she expressed a number of concerns about what could happen. I had some of my own.

Was it anonymous? Yes, she had always taken great care to not disclose any information that could trace things back to her.

Would he like a naughty picture? What guy wouldn't like to see naughty pics of a someone they now......even if just in the cyberworld. Even if he were gay, he would probably still have a good laugh!

Would I be angry at her or think she was cheating? No and no.

What kind of picture should she send? That was entirely dependent on what she was comfortable with. I suggested something tame like boobs in a bra.

She decided to sleep on it. The next morning she hadn't decided. By the time I got back from work she had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do. She had bought some washable markers. I was to draw a congratulatory message on her breasts then take a picture. She had decided against having a bra on for a few reasons. First, it allowed me more space for a message. Second, she wasn't at all 'tested' by the notion of sending out a picture with her in a bra.

While I am hardly artistic, within about a half hour I had managed to pen a message of congratulations to Bagram. In addition to the text, I managed to include several borders around the text such that my wife's tits were completely covered in ink. Even though her tits were bare, she still felt as if she were somewhat covered. 

I took the picture. She took it off of the camera, attached it to the email, and then.......sat on it. She wrangled with the same concerns as the night before. After a few minutes she said, "All I am going to do is try to talk myself out of this". She inhaled deeply and clicked send. She showered off the ink, feeling a little foolish as she did so.

Within an hour, she had her response. Bagram had very much enjoyed the picture and agreed that is was easily the best congrats he had ever received. He wondered if he might not get another picture in the future. Within a few minutes a new picture of her tits (sans ink) was on its way. The appreciative affirmation was mere minutes in coming. That night she went to sleep knowing that someone besides me really dug her tits. She seemed uncertain if Bagram was really telling the truth. I promised her that he enjoyed them.

I thought that would be the end of it. Over the next few weeks, their conversations turned towards the type of visual erotica that he enjoyed. She filed it away into her memory but said or did nothing that would intimate that anything would come of it. We would talk about it sometimes before bed. It definitely spiced things up for us. She worried about some type of emotional intimacy forming. That is what women fear most about their man doing isn't it? I made sure that she had maintained anonymity then told her that I was fine with it. For her, I saw it as nothing but a naughty diversion for an hour or so every day.

As luck would have it Bagram's birthday was not too far off. He made sure she knew. You didn't need a PhD to know what he wanted. She told me the things he liked. I was shocked! Not at one he liked, but at her willingness to do it. This was someone that was anguished over the thought of sending of a titty picture. And now......

When I got home form work that night she didn't make mention of her plans. We ate dinner then started to wind down. She had assembled some items and had planned out all of the shots. Part of me was to be included in Bagram's birthday present.

We started with more picture of her tits. She included some that had her cupping, squeezing, pinching her nipples and the like. Next she leaned over and had me take some pictures of her ass. Next she rolled over and we got some pussy pictures, first with her legs together then spread somewhat for the later pics. I thought that Bagram was a lucky guy. He was going to get some pictures that even I didn't have.

I suggested we take what we have and send them off. She hesitated and took the camera from me. Was she having second thoughts? She explained, "this isn't what he REALLY likes". I asked what he wanted. Rather than telling me, she just had me start taking more pictures. These would be 'close-ups'. 

The first were of her inserting various toys into her pussy. She didn't need any lubrication for this, since she was plenty worked up by it. Then she got up, went into the bathroom, and came back with some lube. She lubed up one of her narrower toys, put some on her sphincter, then began to ease it into her ass. That was the first time my wife had done anything via third input. I took some pictures and we continued.

Next she rolled back on her stomach and had me fuck her. We got some good ones. She had shaved her pussy too since that is what Bagram liked. 

I thought we had finished as I was getting ready to pound her. She stopped me saying, "just two more shots".

She sat up and staring smearing lube on my cock then inserted a dab into her ass with her forefinger. She lifted her legs and grabbed behind her knees and slowly guided me into her ass. When I was in we got our picture. I thought at this point, that I would try driving home and cumming. That would have to wait for another day though. Instead she had me withdraw, jack off on her pussy, and take the final picture. 

She showered up afterwards. After we got out she selected her favorites. She was careful to include on of each type. She cropped them, attached all of them to an email, then sent them off without any hesitation at all. Only afterwards did she feel some qualms about some of the 'nastier' stuff.

Bagram was absolutely over the moon about his birthday present. This is where it had to end though. Not just the pictures, but the game also. Both felt funny about playing with each other after that. She stopped playing. He either stopped playing or formed a new alias.

Over the years I have attempted to contact him through the game links. Bagram has disappeared. I have tried searching fro the pictures online. Perhaps he reposted them somewhere. No luck.

At least her tits are still out there on VW.



The Rewards of Teleportation



No amount of genius guarantees success. Countless hours of painstaking checking and double-checking of equations and algorithms were no guarantee that this project would work. I thought back to the first true attempt with a mouse I'd bought down at Petsmart. I named him Scotty, and after wiring up the steel plate to the coax inverter coupling sequence, I placed him contentedly on it, his rear left leg leashed to a washer welded onto the plate. A flick of a switch and the turn of a knob started a whining hum, perceptible but not nerve-jangling. A duplicate plate at the other side of my garage laboratory waited to catch the first attempt at teleportation of a live animal. 

Poor Scotty. He ended up inside-out, or at least that's how I've chosen to describe the grotesque meat-pile that appeared on the second plate. I photographed the mess and put a print on my wall for inspiration.

I made much better progress in subsequent attempts, managing to disfigure only a couple dozen assorted critters. Scotty II, III, IV, V, VI, and VII all came across with their fur on the outside, and by the time I teleported Scotty XXVII, a brown and white guinea pig, I was feeling quite sure of myself. All his outside parts were in their appropriate places, and an autopsy revealed that only some of his internal organs were scrambled. Excellent.

Winter melted into spring, and on May 28th, try number 134 put me in line for the Nobel Prize in Physics. I successfully teleported the neighbor's schnauzer 100 meters from my garage, through walls, trees and other obstructions to his own yard unscathed. He seemed to drool a little more after the transfer, but that was acceptable to me. He walked, barked, crapped and otherwise behaved as if nothing happened. Excellent. Only a few more experiments would guarantee my date with Destiny. 

This whole project wasn't for the money, or the fame, though they certainly wouldn't hurt. It was for Destiny, simply the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. It's widely known that Swedish women are some of the most beautiful on the planet, but this Finnish prodigy puts them all to shame. An all-around masterpiece, a natural beauty, the kind of woman that inspires wars and epic poetry. Fair haired, fair skinned, fair minded, multilingual, compassionate, curvy, and a host of other complimentary features. She's out of my league to be sure, but thankfully doesn't realize it. Her parents, I learned, named her Destiny in a vodka-induced haze wherein they saw God who with his own forceful means of persuasion asked them politely to consider the name. Great things were planned for this wee lass, to be sure.

One of the neat things about my teleportation system is that it's portable. Basically, it consists of two sets of 1-meter diameter plates wired with coax inverter coupling sequences timed to match the other's quark inversion orbits. I won't go into the physics involved here, but it's less a teleporter and more a wormhole generator. The "subject," as I've through habit learned to call anything I transport, sits on one plate, and as the power threshold reaches the desired level, the subject more or less falls through a wormhole and lands on the other plate, no matter where in the world it may be. Of course, you need one HELL of a power generator. I customized a Honda VX3000 for the purpose, and let me tell you, stand too close and your hair WILL stand on end. Mr. Van de Graf would be proud. Fortunately, only a single huge power source is needed, since the quark inversion orbits are timed between the two plates. I can teleport a subject back and forth with just the power from your standard outlet at the opposite plate. But back to Destiny.

I don't know much about Finland except for the fact that it's either too hot or too cold, and they elect socialist witches to fuck up their parliament. The forests of North America are much more amenable, in my opinion. I have a little chunk of forest all my own, far away from the rest of the world. It's quiet. It's peaceful. It's nice. It's the perfect place for a date, assuming you can find a woman who likes the woods, and further assuming that you can actually get her there. Destiny had no problem with the former, but the latter was the rub. How does one visit North America from Finland for a weekend? Short of some sort of teleportation device, it can't be done. Hence I had a mission, and in 6 months solved the problem. Mostly.

You see, there were a couple more tests to be done before actually attempting the teleportation of a real person. I'd run down my checklist of experiments, and near the bottom of the list was the organic/inorganic mixture transfer. How would an inorganic material such as clothing, when mixed with an organic subject, handle the transfer? I had my doubts, so once again I borrowed the neighbor's pooch. I found an old, black "AC/DC" t-shirt, and after some forceful convincing, had the dog looking fairly badass. Up he goes onto the plate, I turn the dials and hit the button, and *poof.* Camera in hand, I hurriedly scamper off to the tool shed in the back yard where I'd set up the other plate. I opened the door, found what humor I could in the situation, took some pictures, jotted down some notes, and summarily verified my fears that organic and inorganic don't mix too well. Damn. Just to be sure, though, I borrowed the other neighbor's cat and stuffed it into one of my large sweatsocks. Yes, I cut a hole for it's head. Sheesh. In the end, though, it didn't matter. Organic and inorganic don't mix. I buried them both in the ravine late at night under a full moon. I felt slightly Frankensteinish.

Down to the final experiment: human transfer. I was quite concerned, actually, because of the sheer mass of a typical human. I'd never tried anything so large. I'm sure I could have found a volunteer somewhere if I had searched long enough, but this whole project was unknown to virtually everyone, and I didn't need the world beating down my door asking questions, putting me on magazine covers, forcing me into television interviews, etc. At least not yet. So in the end, I decided on the only subject I could trust – me. I spent a few hours in my office putting my affairs in order, filling out patent applications, whipping up a quick enchiridion of instructions and explanation, dotting some i's and crossing some t's in my Last Will and Testament, and I emailed Destiny informing her of my next experiment, not waiting for a reply. After a quick meal and several deep breaths, I teleported a box of fresh clothes to the tool shed. After walking out and confirming that all was in order at the other plate (the clothes still smelled clean, even), I walked back to the garage and disrobed.

The plate was cold on my bare feet, which I found surprising. I made a mental note of it and suddenly caught a mildly warped reflection of myself in a large piece of sheet metal on the wall. Here I was, naked, standing 3 inches off the ground on a funny looking contraption, scared out of my pants.. err.. skin. I held out my arms straight from the sides, flexed everything I could, thinking I looked a bit like that model of Man famously sketched out be Leonardo DaVinci. My body does look pretty good, really, and I smiled even as I contemplated the scope of my own mortality. All for you, Destiny... here we go..

I flipped the switch and looked down as the plate ignited, and I felt the distinct feeling of falling. In what seemed like 30 seconds but was more like three, I found myself standing in the tool shed. Excellent. After a quick systems check to make sure that all my bits and pieces were still in their correct spots and functional, I was swept up by sudden giddiness. It worked! My whole world was about to change. I quickly redressed and made my way back into the house to email Destiny. Subject: It worked! Yayy!

She and I have chatted and emailed for a long time. In fact, it was she who first lamented the non-existence of a teleporting device. I couldn't help wondering if she was more excited or scared about my creation. The proof is in the pudding, it is often said, so I formulated my proposal. I packaged up the second plate securely, and a $37.50 trip to the post office later, it was on it's way to Finland. Sangen hyvä. 

Who knows what really goes through a woman's mind when she decides something. All one can do is hope, really. So I hoped. I hoped she would put her ok on the plan. I'm not sure I would have if I were in here shoes. Flee the city and run off to my parent's barn with a silly electronic contraption? Stand stark naked on the aforementioned contraption at precisely 7:00 p.m. local time? Trust an American mad scientist that my giblets wouldn't end up in a scrambled pile of goo 8,000 miles away in a surprise location? Never mind the feat of actually believing that I was who I said I was and not some psycho-retardo-stalker-sicko type. It was too much to ask, really, but in some twisted corridor within her synaptic coils, everything aligned and clicked into place, and she said "yes."

After a quick little freakout session, I went about setting the plan in motion. I loaded the generator, teleport plate, camping gear and anything else I think I might have needed into my 4x4 pickup and headed off to my secluded mountain property. Oh, this was going to be good. If it worked.

We kept in touch via my satellite modem and laptop, and it worked like a charm. The plate arrived in timely fashion (I'd sent it before revealing my plan to her on a gamble), and she lugged it along with some luggage on the train to her parent's house. They were away on holiday, so she had the place to herself. It couldn't have worked out better. 

Early the next morning, I fired up the generator and found a flat, stable location for the teleport plate. With everything in place, I sent her an instant message: Plug in the plate, and put your gear on it, then stand back! Teleportation in 1 minute!

My heart thumped out the seconds as the minute went slowly by, and when the second hand reached its zenith, I flipped the switch. Three seconds later, a red backpack materialized on the plate, the blue sparks of static discharge melting off into the air. I grinned broadly, and put a pre-made card on the plate, hit the switch, watched it vanished, and then turned back to my laptop. Instant message: You're next! Reply: Got the card saying the same thing! Teleport in exactly 3 minutes.

I checked my watch, and tried to put myself in her shoes, or her bare feet as the case would soon be. She didn't even know where she was teleporting to, never mind being naked. Now THAT is trust. For the sake of what modesty she might have, I placed the teleport plate behind a tree, next to which I placed her backpack. I never need see her naked skin if she didn't want me to. Two minutes.

I fidgeted. I really wanted to be the very first thing she saw, but my sense of chivalry trumped that. She'd have to be content with the verdant forest rolled out before. One minute.

Oh crap. To hell with the forest. I quickly - very quickly - scrawled out on a sheet of paper "Welcome to America. I love you." I impaled it with a 6-foot pine branch, and crammed the branch forcefully into the hard dirt near the plate. THAT would be the first thing she saw. I ran back to my position, and as the second hand commanded, I flipped the switch.

And there she was. I knew she made it because I could see the familiar blue electrostatic flash, and then the tantalizing snippets of pale flesh filtered through pine branches. 9:07 a.m. Seventy-two degrees. A goddess in my forest, peeking around the branches, a sheet of paper in hand, and a relieved-yet-mischievous grin on her face. Oh, and naked as the day she was born.

"Hi!"

Never had a single syllable ignited my passions to such a degree. Such a simple word, but so full of flavor. It was if that single, strangely-accented sound was the key that unlocked all of the deep, dark, glorious secrets of the universe. 

The morning sun caught her short golden hair in such a way as to create the illusion of a halo, a fitting testimony to her status as a goddess. Her skin was incomprehensibly smooth-looking, as if liquid ambrosia had been molded and solidified in her curvature. She was five-foot, seven inches of the finest the gene pool had to offer.

"Hello there," was all I managed to reply through the sudden tightness in my throat.

She started towards me, down a slight embankment and nimbly over the small babbling stream via 3 small parallel logs.

"I guess it worked, hmmm?" The words seemed to drip from her lips like warm honey.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't contain my shaking. I wasn't exactly rippling like jello in a traincar, but I could feel myself wound up tightly in nerves.

"Yes.. yes, it certainly did," I managed to stutter.

Befitting her grace, she sensed my nerves and marched right up to me and planted upon my lips a powerful Kiss of Expatriation, feeling oh-so-at home in my arms. I melted into her, still in disbelief of what had just been accomplished, fomenting her tongue with mine. Dream had congealed into reality. I could feel the pulse of her body as my still-quaking hands slid purposefully down her sides and back over her hips, grasping her ass firmly, pulling her ever closer as our kiss increased in temperature.

"You are beautiful," I gasped hotly into her ear in a heavy whisper, aching for a breath. I felt her blush.

"I can't believe this is happening," she said in Finglish. Oohh I loved that accent. I slipped one hand back up her spine, along her neck, and embedded my fingers in her hair, my other hand still clinging firmly to her behind.

"Believe it or not, it is. Welcome to a whole new world."

She laughed, and with a wry grin, slid the slender fingers of her right hand into my jeans, the heel of her hand pressing against my navel.

"The only world I'm looking for right now is down here," she said with a wink. It was my turn to blush, and I did, and she pushed her fingers down lower.

We kissed again – hard. Full of passion. Celebrating the miracle of teleportation by climbing down eachother's throats. Her fingers inched yet further down, and my hands canvassed her body, memorizing each arc and line. So inflamed was our passion that she thankfully didn't see a warm, stray tear slide joyfully out of the corner of my eye.

Time and space lost their meaning as she pulled back her probing fingers and unfastened the buttons of my jeans. I throbbed for her heavily. She easily slid down to her knees, taking my pants with her.

"Oh, it looks like the Doctor is happy to see me!" she noted playfully. I just stared down at her with a cheesy, toothy grin as she grasped me with her fingers and lightly licked around my throbbing cockhead. My knees suddenly felt like noodles. Cooked ones. I felt the aching need to cum – already – and blushed even more.

"Umm, you better be careful down there. You might get an unexpected surprise." I felt my ears turn crimson. 

She looked up at me with smiling eyes, gripped me more firmly, and redoubled her efforts. I instinctively felt that she was aware of everything, and had a distinct mission. My breathing increased with her pace, and it was less than a minute later when I grasped her hair in warning, as if my moaning wasn't enough.

"Oh, it's okay baby," she winked up at me, "I'm hungry. It was a long trip, you know." We both laughed, and I felt a whole lot better. She attacked the Doctor with the kind of hungry vigor usually reserved for starving wolves, and the pressure within to release ramped up exponentially. 

"Dest.. Dest..." I couldn't even bite off her name as the flush of release overwhelmed me and my warm seed lunged spasmodically out of me and into her eager, hungry maw. My knees buckled, and it took a Herculean force of will to remain standing as she milked me with her fingers, lips and tongue. As I panted, she continued to swab my member with her tongue, and I lost almost no rigidity as my desire for her started to wax again with her ministrations.

"God, you are awesome!" I managed to finally say with sincerity and enthusiasm.

"And you are... big!" she squealed back. I, of course, shrugged that off with a smile, not knowing if I really was or wasn't. Could be that Finnish dudes have skinny weenies, having been denied generations of hearty beef meals 4 times a week.

I helped her off her feet, wiped the grass from her knees, and kissed her more passionately than I'd ever kissed anyone in any lifetime. I wanted her to feel how much I appreciated her, wanted her, and loved her. My hands wandered over her breasts, fingers gingerly rubbing her nipples, back and forth as we continued to kiss. Then I had an idea.

"You know, Destiny, in this country, we have a saying. What comes around, goes around." She raised an eyebrow, and I lifted her swiftly to the tailgate of the truck, her legs dangling off. Before she could even react, my lips were pressed firmly along the inside of her left knee. God did she taste sweet. Slowly, ever-so-slowly did I inch my way up the inside of her thigh, and as I did, she instinctively spread her legs further, leaning back against a pair of rolled-up sleeping bags still tucked in the bed of the truck.

My little kisses and nibbles started to elicit light moans, growing in volume and quantity as I inched further towards her womanhood. I could feel her heat on my face, and the sweet womanly smell of her stoked the fires of my ambition. I blew a long, hot breath over her velvety folds, then fully engulfed her with a wide, open mouth, completely covering her with a full, wet, tonguey kiss.

"I'm in heaven," I said as I looked up at her swirling, glazing eyes and her heaving bosom.

"Uh huh" was all she managed to reply, and I took that to be a sign that all was going well. My tongue pressed flat against her opening, her wetness dripping like nectar on my lips. I felt her gasp then, and then again as I slowly pulled her folds into the blanket of my lips, sucking them, licking them, tugging gently then releasing, moving to and fro along her moistened slice, using my tongue as an artist would, with broad full strokes accompanied by quicker, lighter flashes. The way she looked in the full light of morning struck me to the core. Never had I wanted to please someone so much. I began to pick up the intensity then, my tongue tantalizing her previously-ignored clit. She jerked slightly as I wrapped her in the coil of my tongue while sliding a long, wet finger deep inside her. She pulsed on my tongue as I gently licked and nibbled. I curled my finger upward, seeking that tender ribbed space, and stroked purposefully there. Her groans became more and more intense, and I didn't stop when I felt her body seize...and then release in whimpering convulsions. I kissed her there once more, arose, and smiled.

"American schools are good!" she said jokingly. We laughed and talked for a good long while there in the bed of my pickup, naked to eachother and to the world. We picnicked, then napped in the shade of the tent until mid afternoon. Teleporter-lag had caught up with her, and what was 3pm for me was quite late for her. The nap did her well, though, and while still a bit tired, she was ready for something more than snuggling. I stood up and reached out my hand.

"Come with me," I instructed.

"Oh, I will!" she said enthusiastically. I smirked at her obvious double-entendre.

We were both still naked, but I had us put on some shoes. Nothing ruins the mood quicker than a stubbed toe or stray thistle. Grabbing her hand with mine, and a coiled-up sleeping bag with my other, we marched steadily up the hillside.

"Wait until you see this," I teased.

The journey wasn't a long one, maybe 150 meters to a scantily-forested hill further up the property. From the top, the horizon fell away to the south in wide-angle splendor. The view was spectacular. What was even more spectacular was the view of Destiny's ass as I put the sleeping bag over a stump and suggested she lean over it, which she did eagerly. I made sure she was facing south, so that she could enjoy a view just as beautiful as the one I was surveying. As I've said before, Destiny is stunning, both inside and out.