0 comments/ 26746 views/ 2 favorites The Tour By: Jake68 Ellen adjusted her dress. She never really liked the dresses she had to wear when showing a prospective student around the college. Mrs. Carmichael called out several other young women before calling out Ellen's name. "Here Ellen, you have someone from Alabama," she said. Ellen looked around shyly. Everyone was smirking. Another redneck from the South, she thought bitterly to herself. Ellen took the paper from Mrs. Carmichael and hurried out before anyone could tease her. Ellen read the sheet... David was an A-B student who was in the band and debate. Ellen shook her head, just what this school needed, more nerds, she laughed to herself. And his father is a dentist, another nerd, she thought. Ellen hurried to the meeting place to meet her student. There she saw two men standing next to the wall. The younger man, the incoming freshman was better looking than Ellen had expected. She even thought that he might be someone with whom she could become friendly. The older man, definitely his father was in his late thirties, to early forties. He was tall, nice looking and in good shape. Both were casually dressed, unlike most of the people who came wearing ties and jackets. 'Hi, I'm Ellen," Ellen said, extending her hand to the father. He smiled, grasping her hand gently. "Hello, I'm Jake, and this is David. Nice to meet you, Ellen," he replied, his eyes locked with hers. Ellen smiled, looking deeply back into his. They talked for a few minutes to become aquatinted, then Ellen took them around the school, showing David and Jake the finer points of attending college there. Ellen felt very relaxed with them and felt herself becoming more and more attracted to the father, even though the son was only a couple of years younger than herself. Ellen watched as he walked past, his shirt showing off his firm chest. Jake was noticing Ellen, too. Her dress, though not very flattering, was not able to hide her sexy, trim body. Her dress hugged her hips, revealing a firm ass and shapely legs. Jake discovered that Ellen used to swim and do gymnastics in high school, but had to quit due to her school work. She still swam and practiced, but just to stay fit. "I could tell you did something like gymnastics, Ellen, the way you carry yourself," Jake said, looking up and down her body. Ellen felt his eyes undress her but she didn't care. She was flattered that he liked her figure. Ellen blushed slightly. "Thank you DR..." Ellen was about to say. "Jake, Ellen, just call me Jake," he said smiling. Ellen smiled back, saying that she had to call him by his last name because of the rules of her job. Ellen, Jake and David continued talking and looking around the campus. While on the tour, Ellen felt Jake's hand brush against hers on several occasions. She also leaned against him more than once, letting her breasts press lightly against his arm and back. She could see a bulge forming in his jeans. Towards the end of the tour, Ellen told David that there was a rush party with all of the fraternities that night and that he was invited. "I take it, I'm not invited," Jake laughed. Ellen stumbled on her answer, but Jake's laugh lightened the situation. "Where is a nice place to eat around here, Ellen? I would like a mid to upper range restaurant. I may as well have a nice meal while David is enjoying himself." Ellen thought a moment and told Jake of this restaurant where the local professionals go. The dress was anywhere from slacks to a tux. "Thank you Ellen for the wonderful afternoon," Jake said, "I hope we can see you again before we leave." Ellen smiled, "You might, it's a small campus," she replied. Jake held her hand gently as they spoke. She could feel a rush of electricity through her body as he gently caressed her hand. "Until then," Jake said, letting her hand loose slowly. Ellen smiled and walked away, turning back per see them talking. Right at that moment, Jake turned, catching Ellen's eyes. She smiled and waved, walking back to the administration building. "You aren't wearing that to the party, are you, Ellen?" Mary asked, looking at Ellen in a tight, black dress. Ellen's roommate was wearing a casual skirt and a tight blouse. "I'm not going tonight," Ellen said, concentrating on her mascara. Mary looked at Ellen. The dress was tight around her hips, accentuating Ellen's firm ass. It also had a low-cut square neckline that showed off her cleavage. "Then where are you going, girl?" Ellen smiled, "I'm going to Martineau’s, I'm meeting some people there tonight." Mary looked at Ellen curiously. She had always though of Ellen as a studious person, but she had always known that her roommate could enjoy herself at times. "Well, you have fun with your friends," Mary laughed. "I'll probably be at the party with Danny and I will probably spend the night at his apartment." Mary saw a slight smile come across Ellen's face, but she wasn't sure as to what to make of it. Ellen walked into the bar area of Martineau’s. Most of the men turned to follow her with their eyes as she walked to the bar. A couple of men offered her their seats, but she refused, telling them that she was waiting for someone. A few minutes later, Jake walked into the restaurant. Ellen looked at him closely. He was wearing a nice pair of slacks and designer pull over shirt that fitted him perfectly. After looking around for a moment, Jake headed to the bar for a drink before dinner. Jake immediately saw Ellen. She was younger than most of the women there, but she was dressed very elegantly, not like a co-ed. Jake caught her eye and smiled, walking up to her. "I didn't expect to see you here, Ellen... and you can now call me Jake," he said smiling. "I was expecting to meet some friends here, but I may have gotten the days mixed up," she replied, looking down at the ground, embarrassed. "Well, since you are here, lets not make this night a total loss... how about joining me for dinner?" Ellen protested, saying that she couldn't impose on him like that, but Jake would have none of it. "I don't want to eat alone, anyway," he said, resting his hand on hers. She glanced down at his hand in hers, letting her hand stay still. She finally agreed. Jake bought a drink and they talked about the school and her classes. All through dinner, Jake kept touching her hand while Ellen would lean forward, giving Jake a glimpse of her firm supple breasts. She could feel his eyes on her, touching her flesh. As the dinner progressed and the drinks flowed, the sexual tension grew. Jake felt his cock grow hard in his pants. Ellen was beautiful, sexy and intelligent. His desires for her grew each moment. Ellen could feel his passion increasing. His eyes would be on hers, then slip down to her breasts. She leaned forward, showing him more of her cleavage, breathing deeply to press them out more. She felt her pussy become slightly wet, thinking about being with him that night, his hands touching her body, cupping her breasts, his mouth taking her hard nipple. By the end of the meal, they were both ready to go, ready to rip each other's clothes off. Yet both were still playing the game. Once outside, the warm night air stirred them both. They decided to walk around the area which had been revitalized into a night spot with several restaurants and bars. Jake took Ellen's hand in his, holding it softly. A bolt of electricity raced through her body. A cool breeze blew across the couple. Ellen shivered slightly, her nipples hardening from the coolness. Jake wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him. Ellen slipped her arm around Jake's waist, moaning softly as she rested her head on him as they walked. They found themselves at Jake's car. Leaning Ellen against the car, Jake, pulled her hair away from her face, looking longingly into her wanting eyes. He smiled slightly, then leaned towards her, hoping she would respond favorably. Ellen closed her eyes as Jake pressed his lips to hers, parting her mouth just enough to let his warm tongue slip into her waiting mouth. They kissed gently, allowing their tongues to discover the pleasures of the other person. They kissed again, but this time with a little more urgency. Jake took Ellen into his arms tightly, holding her firmly in his grasp. She moaned louder, feeling his strong arms encasing her body, feeling his body pressed hard against hers. Spreading her legs slightly apart, Ellen let Jake's thigh slip between her legs, pressing against her mound. She could feel his cock against her thigh, hard and thick. Ellen's moans became louder as she pressed against his rocking thigh. She could feel her thin satin panties rubbing against her lips. Jake slid his hand down her side, feeling the tender side of her heaving breast. Sliding his thumb over her nipple, Jake pressed harder against pussy, already wet with her juices. Jake broke their embrace, pushing her soft hair from her beautiful, young face. Ellen looked up into his dark eyes, her breathing deep and heavy. "I want to be with you tonight, Jake. Please, take me home and stay with me," Ellen whispered, her voice deep with desire. Jake smiled, wanting to be with her as much as she with him. "I want to be with you, too, Ellen, more than anything," he replied, kissing her again, their tongues darting in and out of their mouths. Jake led her to the other side of the car. Only a few minutes away, they were at her apartment quickly. As soon as Ellen closed the door, Jake had her in his arms, her back against the wall. "Ooohhhh Ggdddd, Jake...I want you so badly," Ellen cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jake's hands were sliding over her tight body, wanting to touch every part of her. Their passionate kiss betrayed their desires. Ellen parted her legs, inviting his thigh back where they were at the car. Jake slid slightly to the side, his hard cock rubbing against her as his thigh rocked up and down against her thrusting pussy. Ellen sucked on his lower lip, nearly biting him from her passion. Jake moaned, feeling her breasts crushed against his chest. His cock became harder, trapped between him and her hips. Ellen slid her hands down his sides, holding him tight against her trembling body. Grabbing her hands, Jake pinned her arms against the wall, his thigh rocking hard against her mound. Ellen squirmed against him, her body twisting. Ellen already could feel her juices flowing, trickling out of her tunnel. Jake slid her arms up above her head, holding them with one hand, kissing her deeply, their tongues whirling together. He slid his other hand down her face, between her breasts and into her cleavage. Ellen's body was twisting and contorting uncontrollably. He cupped her breast, squeezing her firm, young flesh in his fingers, caressing her tenderly. The softness of his hand on her breast, coupled with the roughness of his thigh against her aching pussy drove Ellen wild with lust. She thrust her hips against his thigh, adding to the friction against her lips. Her panties were soaked, chilling her hot labia. Jake slipped his hand onto her back, finding the zipper to her sexy, black dress. Ellen let out a long breath as he slid the zipper down, his hand coming to a rest on her ass. "Take me Jake, please... I want to feel you inside me," Ellen moaned, kissing, biting his neck. "I want you too, Ellen, to feel you around me, squeezing me," Jake groaned, kissing down her neck. He slid her dress off her soft shoulders, exposing her firm breasts. He buried his face into her cleavage, sucking and biting her flesh. Ellen held his head to her, loving the feel of his tongue on her skin. Unclasping her bra, Jake freed her breasts, his tongue circling each of her nipples in turn. "Oooohhhhh Gggdddddddd," Ellen moaned, pulling his head hard to her tits, "ooohhh yyeeeesssss, suck my nipples, Jake." He sucked her tits, biting gently on her erect nipples. Jake slid down her body, his tongue wreaking havoc on her body. He pulled her dress down to the floor as he fell to his knees, his face nuzzling against her wet panties. Jake toyed with her pussy, rubbing his face and nose against her lips. "Fuuuck, Jake... do it... please... eat me!" Ellen screamed, grabbing his head, pulling it hard against her wet cunt. Jake pulled her panties to the side, plunging his tongue deep into her quivering cunt. Ellen's body jerked from the sensation, bending her over as his tongue dug deeper and deeper into her. Her trimmed pussy tasted wonderful to Jake. He attacked her pussy hard, curling his tongue into her. Sucking on her clit, he grabbed her firm ass, his fingers squeezing her cheeks as he pulled her hard to his mouth. Ellen threw her head back against the wall as he sent wave after wave of electricity throughout her shaking body. Jake could feel her juices running down his chin. His tongue lashed at her, plunging deep into her wet cunt, then flicking up and down against her clit. Ellen was squirming and twisting against the wall and his mouth, her orgasm reaching a crescendo. She grabbed his head, holding it hard to her cunt, "Ooohhhhhh Gggddddddddd, I'mmmm cuuummmiiinnnggggg!!!" she screamed, her body becoming rigid, then limp as the massive orgasm exploded throughout her shaking body. Her pussy flooded Jake's mouth with her sweet juices. He licked and sucked all he could. Jake flicked his tongue over her clit and into her pussy, tasting her cum. His fingers squeezed her ass, holding her tight to his hungry mouth. Ellen leaned against the wall, unable to move, her body shaking and trembling. She slid onto the floor, almost laughing from the pleasure. "Ooohh Jake, that was incredible," she smiled, "no one has done that to me before." Jake smiled, knowing that in his youth, he was probably like the other college boys, not as well versed in the art as he was now. Ellen kissed Jake deeply, tasting her juices on his tongue. She stood up, leading Jake to her bedroom. Ellen sat on the end of the bed with Jake in front of her, her fingers tugging at his pants. He pulled his shirt off as she unzipped his pants. His hard cock sprung out, freed from the confines of his pants and briefs. Ellen stroked his thick cock, studying the shape and hardness. She had been with several guys before, but no one much older than her. Jake was thicker than the other guys she had been with, his cock hard and slightly curved like a scimitar, ready to impale her body. She had never been fond of sucking, always thinking of it as sort of nasty, something that the guys liked but not the girls. This time, however, she wanted to give Jake as much pleasure as he had given her. Jake looked down at this young, sexy woman, holding his hard cock in her long fingers. He could feel her warm breath on the head of his cock, making it jump and twitch in her hand. Ellen watched the head grow thicker, harder in her fingers, wanting to feel it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, as he had tasted her. Ellen flicked her tongue over the tip of the cock, circling the thick head. She licked the ooze that seeped out, tasting the salty cream. This time, she liked the taste, wanting to taste more. She dropped her head onto him, engulfing his thick cock. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh Ggggddddddd," Jake groaned, feeling Ellen's small mouth surrounding his cock. "That feels soooo great, Ellen." Jake watched as his thick cock disappeared into Ellen's mouth, her lips pursed around the shaft. Ellen could feel his cock grow harder in her mouth, adding to her wanton desires. She grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper into her mouth. The head rubbed against the back of her throat, filling her mouth. For the first time, she wanted to suck a cock, to feel the hardness inside her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth, trying to take it all. Jake thrust his hips, fucking her mouth. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, to taste his essence, but she wanted him inside her too. She let his cock slip out of her mouth, rubbing the thick head on her face. Leaning up, Ellen wrapped her breasts around the shaft, sliding up and down, letting the head bump against her chin. She opened her mouth, trying to catch what flesh she could. Jake loved watching her titty fucking him, her tits and fingers gripping his cock. He felt his cock throbbing, growing harder and thicker to her touch. "I want you, Jake... I want to feel you inside me," Ellen said softly, looking up at him. Jake looked deeply into her eyes, feeling the same desire, the same need. Ellen slid further onto the bed as Jake crawled towards her. They lay side by side, gazing into the other's eyes, their hands caressing their bodies. Jake slowly rolled onto her, his cock pressed between his and her belly. Ellen felt the weight of him on her, encompassing her. She pressed her hips up, rubbing her belly against his hardness. "Ooohhh Ggddd, Jake, please... take me now," Ellen cried, rocking her hips. Jake adjusted his hips, letting the head slip between her legs. The head pressed against her lips. Jake thrust slowly, back and forth. His cock forced its way into her tight cunt, sliding deeper and deeper with each push. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, Ellen lifted her hips, allowing his cock to plunge all the way into her tight pussy. She screamed with pleasure as he rammed his hard shaft deep into her. "Oh, Oh, Oh... yes, yees , yyesssss," Ellen screamed, meeting his thrust with her own. His cock filled her cunt, stretching the walls of her womanhood. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as she tried to hold him inside her. Ellen closed her eyes tight, pulling her lover deeper into her wanting tunnel. Jake reached under her, his hands grabbing at her firm ass. Together they pulled on each other, meeting each thrust in time. "Oooohhhhh Gggddd, fuck me Jake... fuck me hard!!!" she cried, scratching down his back. Jake pounded her cunt, driving his thick tool deeper and deeper into her tight hole. Ellen could feel her cunt squeezing his cock, grabbing it as to hold it inside her. Her juices flooded her cunt, squishing as he stabbed her with his cock. Ellen's body began to shake as another orgasm started growing deep within. Jake rolled over onto his back, carrying Ellen with him. She was now sitting on him, riding his manhood. Jake looked up at her, the light casting shadows across her beautiful, young face and body. Thrusting upward, Jake drove his cock ever deeper into her, filling her as never before. Ellen leaned forward, her hands supporting her on his shoulders. Jake leaned up, taking her hard nipple into his mouth. Ellen moaned, holding his head to her tits. She had always had extremely sensitive breasts, sometimes cumming just from them. Jake sucked and bit her nipple, sucking her breast into his mouth. Ellen's body was electrified, shaking uncontrollably. Bolts of pleasure shot through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She loved the feel of hands roughly groping, grabbing her tits, squeezing her flesh and pinching her nipples. Ellen rocked back and forth hard, her cunt trying to swallow his thick cock. He grew harder and thicker inside her, filling her, pounding her. Jake's hips slammed against her ass, driving his hard tool deeper and deeper into her. Jake grabbed her by the waist, lifting Ellen, then slamming her down onto his stabbing rod. "Oooohhhhh Ggggdddddd, yyyeeessssss!!" Ellen screamed, her cunt being impaled again and again. She grabbed her breasts, pulling at her hard nipples, adding to the fire that was burning in her body. Jake lifted, then slammed her again and again, thrusting his hips up to meet her downward fall. Her ass pounded against his hips. Jake could feel her cunt squeezing his cock, gripping it with her tight muscles. Ellen fell onto Jake, rocking her hips hard, fucking his wonderful cock. Her body became rigid then jerked violently as she climaxed again and again. Jake continued fucking her, thrusting his cock deep into her quivering cunt. She had a series of orgasms, one after another. Her juices exploded from her cunt, flooding her tunnel and covering Jake's cock. Her cum ran out of her, onto Jake, warming his balls and hips. Ellen held onto Jake, her head buried on his chest as her hips bucked hard, fucking him as she came again and again. Her cunt was burning, aching from the pounding she was taking. The Tour (Writer's Note: This is the sequel to Country Road) "Damn, I'm going to cum in you now, you hot little bitch," he groaned. She could feel her own orgasm rising again, each slap sending an electric thrill straight to her clit. Her breasts were on fire, throbbing in time to her pulsing pussy. She felt him stiffening, the rigid cock driving even deeper and she could feel the white, hot seed, shooting into her from the throbbing head. Her orgasm raced through her like a freight train as the massive cock throbbed and bucked inside her. She moaned and strained against the handcuffs her body bucking against his, trapping his shaft inside her for a moment. Her hand stopped and she collapsed back in her chair, spent from the orgasm she had induced. She opened her eyes and twirled a strand of blonde hair with her fingers as she thought back to the day the deputy had taken her on the back of her car. "Yes, that was a good day," she thought. "Its time to see if I can track him down. I'm tired of masturbating over that cock of his, I need the real thing again," she contemplated. With that desire in mind she decided to leave early. She unlocked the door to her office told her secretary she was leaving and headed home. She spent the drive home deciding what she was going to wear. "Let's see, the red plaid mini-skirt, the tight white shirt with the plunging neckline, and the black boots again. That should get his attention," she thought. "Yes, that should do nicely," she smiled to her self. She reached home and changed quickly. Then back to the car and off again, the Mustang straining like a thoroughbred on the road. An hour later she was pulling off on to the back road, a trail of dust in her wake. She headed for the picnic area where she had met him the first time. There was no one there when she arrived. Disappointed she took out her map and contemplated where to go from there. There was a small town about five miles up the road. That looked like as good a place as any to start looking. She gunned the Mustang's engine and was off. The five miles went by quickly and soon she was entering what the map had generously declared was a small town. A few houses on the outskirts and then she was on the main street. It had all those tiny little stores associated with small towns everywhere all packed on to the main street but most importantly there was a sheriff's office and directly across from it a small diner. Parked out in front of the sheriff's office were two police cars. "Well, it could be one of those, I suppose, "she thought, realizing that she had not paid much attention to the car the deputy had been driving. Parking the Mustang in front of the diner so it could easily be seen from the window of the sheriff's office she went inside. The bells above the door jingled as she entered. There were only a few people inside the diner this late in the afternoon. Two older men sitting at the counter, a young waitress chatting with them and a cook barely seen through the opening into the kitchen. She walked to the booth farthest from the door aware of the eyes upon her, and sat down with her back to the door. The waitress brought a menu gave her a shy smile, asked if she wanted something to drink and turned back to the counter. Five minutes later the waitress was back with a tall banana-fosters shake. She chatted with the waitress for a few minutes noting that the waitress was very attractive, there was nothing like small town girls sometimes. She gave her order and waited. Sitting there she noticed a mirror above her table in the corner, she could see the door and most of the counter in it. She watched the pretty young waitress in it, perhaps if the deputy didn't show she might try and seduce the waitress instead. She licked her lips, right now she really wanted a nice hard cock but she would willingly settle for the pretty waitress. The bells above the door jingled and she glanced up in the mirror and sat up straighter in the booth, her deputy had just walked in the door. He greeted everyone in the diner by name and chatted for a bit, while getting a cup of coffee. She could feel her nipples start to harden as she snuck glances at him in the mirror. Then he turned and caught her eyes on him in the mirror and smiled. He walked slowly back to her booth and sat down across the table from her just as the waitress was bringing her late lunch. "Hi there," he said with a smile, "I wondered if you would be back sometime." "Well, I thought I would explore a little farther than the picnic area this time," she replied starting to eat. "So what do you think then? It's a small town not much to do." "I'm sure I can find something to do with the right tour guide." "Well, I might be able to find someone to handle that, if you are interested." "I'm going to require some very special handling, I think." "Okay then, I guess that narrows down the field of available candidates to one. Looks like I will just have to take care of you myself." He leaned back in the booth and placed his hands behind his head. She shivered when she felt his sock covered foot start to slide up her leg. He continued to smile as her hard nipples began to peek through the material of her shirt. His foot caressed her calf through the leather of her boots, softly circling her knee, and slowly sliding along the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes as his foot gently slide back and forth along one thigh and then the other, occasionally pausing to rub the back of her knees. Electric thrills raced up and down her spine the juices beginning to flow through her pussy. She squirmed in her seat. Her breathing grew heavy. She opened her eyes and glanced up in the mirror above the booth. She could see the two older men still sitting at the counter talking to each other. The waitress had moved closer though and was openly watching her in the mirror, one hand on the counter and the other out of sight. The waitress' arm moving ever so slightly and her nipples just beginning show through the material of her pale blue dress. She jumped a little in her seat stifling a moan, his foot slipping under her skirt and finally rubbing against her pussy through the cotton softness of her thong. He rubbed his foot up and down her pussy steadily increasing the pressure on her mound, circling and rubbing her clit with his big toe. Her legs spreading of their own accord giving his foot better access to continue the oddly erotic fondling. He leaned towards her, "Okay Miss, I know that Trixie is watching you right now. Why don't you give her a little show? Squeeze your tits for her and show her how hard and long your nipples are," he whispered. He leaned back in the seat again, his foot now just resting on her pussy, a smile on his face. She looked up in the mirror and met Trixie's eyes with her own. She slowly licked her lips and brought her hands up cupping her breasts. She began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples through her tight shirt, extracting the most wonderful sensations from the sensitive buds. She wiggled her hips and his toe starting moving in circles, teasing her pussy as she fondled her breasts for Trixie. "Joe, I'm going in the back for a few minutes," she heard Trixie yell to the cook. Trixie disappeared from the mirror. "Well, looks like you were to much for Trixie to handle today. Why don't we go take that tour now," he said. Slowly he withdrew his foot, sliding down her thigh, pausing at her knee one last time and then down her calf to the floor. She sighed and let her hands drop down to the table. Her breasts were aching for his touch and her pussy was on fire. She sighed deeply and looked over at him a smile on her lips a gleam in her eye. He smiled back and she noticed that one of his hands was out of sight in his lap. He stood up and she could see the bulge in his pants, her mouth watered. She opened her purse and left money for lunch with a big tip for Trixie. He helped her up and as she turned towards the door he pulled her by her hips up against him, pressing his hard cock into her ass, one hand slipping under her skirt to caress her firm flesh. As they started towards the door one of the men at the counter turned, his eyes grew wide at the sight of her erect nipples poking through the thin cloth of her bra and shirt. Her face flushed as he stared at her. He elbowed his companion and both men watched as she walked down the aisle. She smiled at them and could feel their eyes on her ass as she turned and walked out the door into the sunlight. "I think we can start with a tour of my office. Its really the most interesting place in town anyway," he said. She noticed that there was only one police car in front as she crossed the short distance from the diner to the sheriff's office. The street was almost deserted and he had one hand under her skirt fondling her ass as she opened the door and stepped inside. It was cool inside, and the blinds were partially drawn, shafts of sunlight creating a barred pattern of shadows on the floor as it entered through the gaps. There was a pair of desks along one wall and across from the desks were two barred jail cells, their doors open, it looked just like the small town jails you see on old TV shows. "Since our tour group is so small today I think an interactive tour is in order," he whispered in her ear. Before she could react he had her hands and arms behind her back and she felt his handcuffs slipping into place binding her wrists together. Her heart started racing and she could feel her body tremble in anticipation. "A prisoner is always in handcuffs when we bring them in for processing," he said "Some prisoners need special attention though, let me demonstrate some of the techniques I use on special prisoners. If you would just step over here to the desk I'll show you what I mean." He gave her a gentle push from behind to get her moving. "First is the strip search, I'll demonstrate," he said. His hands pulled her shirt up from the back moving across her back and around to her stomach then upwards cupping her bra-clad breasts for a moment. His fingers found the clasp in front, deftly opening it, sliding his hands under the loose material and cupping her bare breasts. He pinched her nipples with his fingers and kissed the back of her neck, pressing his cock into her ass. She groaned and thrust her ass harder against him. His hands left her breasts and slid back down her body, reaching up underneath her skirt. Reaching around to the front rubbing his hands across her pussy, slipping his fingers underneath her thong and exploring her wet slit. His hands moved again and pulled her thong down to her knees. She yelped and stood on her toes as his finger invaded her hot pussy. She thrust back harder against him and groaned her delight to him. She yelped again as he penetrated her rectum with another finger, squirming and dancing away from him on her toes as he probed her back entrance. Together he thrust his fingers in and out of her for a few seconds listening to the loud moans coming from her mouth. He removed his fingers and stepped away from her. "Wwwhat!" she cried. "Don't stop now, make me cum!" she demanded. "Oh, but we haven't finished the tour yet," he replied. "I'll give you a tour, you bastard! Come on! I'll give your cock a tour right now." She turned to face him resting on the edge of the desk. Her breasts thrust up and towards him the nipples long and hard, her legs spreading apart showing him her wet, shaved pussy. Stepping towards her he took out his nightstick and held it in one hand. She leaned back on the desk trying to entice him closer. He kicked off his shoes, unzipping his pants letting them fall to the floor, stepping out of them as he closed the gap to her. Her eyes twinkled at the sight of his cock bulging in his underwear, the head trying to peak out over the waistband. He stopped in front of her and ran the smooth polished wood of the nightstick against her pussy. She groaned low in her throat at the sensation and thrust her hips up to meet it as he stroked it back and forth across her throbbing pussy. He bent down kissed each hard nipple, swirling his tongue across the pink, pebbly skin. He took one in his mouth and sucking hard on it as he pinched and tweaked the other one with his fingers. She cried out as his mouth engulfed her nipple and breast and thrust her self harder against the nightstick moving against her pussy. He moved to the other breast and repeated his action, she cried out again, her pussy throbbing in time with the beating of her heart. The nightstick clattered to the floor. He reached around her hugging and holding her tight against him, his cock crushed between them, her nipples digging into his chest and his mouth finding hers for a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each other. He pulled her up so she was sitting on the desk her legs wrapped around his waist holding him to her. He took her arms and unlocked one cuff and brought them around to the front and locked them again. She draped them around his head the chain against the back of his neck as they kissed again. "I think its time for the rest of the tour," he gasped, his breathing heavy. He stood up holding her against him, her legs wrapping harder around him, his hands holding her ass, her lips locked to his he turned awkwardly and slowly walked over to a jail cell. He set her down on the thin bed and slipped her hands from around his head and stood over her. She lounged back dropping one leg to the floor the other leaning against the wall, slowly raising her short skirt, revealing her excited pussy to him, her wetness glistening in the light. He removed his shirt and then his underwear his cock bobbing in time with his racing heart. He reached down and pulled her to her feet again, embracing her in a fierce hug his cock trapped between them. She wiggled her hips against him, hiking up her skirt, moving up and down and rubbing the hard shaft against the lips of her hot, pulsing pussy. He groaned as his cock slid up and down her wet slit. He turned her around and pushed her towards the bars of the cell, she leaned against them spreading her legs and thrusting her ass back at him. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him she licked her lips a come hither call in her eyes. He stepped to her, throwing her skirt across her back her ass naked in the cell's light. His hands moving under her shirt to her breasts cupping, pinching and tweaking them in time to her moans as he rubbed his cock across her ass. "Nowww, pleassse fuck me," she pleaded waving her ass at him. He pinched her nipples hard and thrust his cock deep into her pussy in one hard stroke. She cried out stretching up on her toes trying, for a moment, to escape from the hard cock inside her. He pulled back and paused for a moment with just the throbbing head lodged in her hot hole. She thrust back trying to impale herself on the rampant cock behind her. "Again, againnnn, pleassse," she begged. On command he thrust his rampant cock in to the hilt his balls slapping against her ass as she cried out her pleasure. Thrusting in and out of her hot pussy squeezing her breasts in rhythm to his pounding cock. His hands milking her breasts and pinching her nipples, feeling each electric thrill racing from her sensitive breasts to her smoldering clit. She arched back to meet each thrust of his cock taking him as deeply as she could. He paused for a moment putting his hands on her hips and withdrawing his cock from her throbbing pussy. "No, Nooooo, don't leave me nowww. Fuck me!" she cried. She felt the tip of the rigid cock at her asshole. Desperately she wiggled her hips grinding her self against him. He pushed forcefully but slowly against the tight ring of flesh. She cried out as the head forced its way in and slowly each inch of the rigid cock followed it into her depths. He paused again, letting her feel each throbbing vein in his prick. She started to move slowly fucking her self on the cock buried in her ass. She picked up speed and he started to meet each of her thrusts with his own. His hands grabbed her hips pulling her harder and faster against him. One slipping forward to rub her pulsing pussy searching for her blood engorged clit, rubbing it in tempo with their thrusting bodies. Sparks started going off in her head her body tensing as she cried out to him. "Faster now, come on Fuck Me!" she cried. He responded, going wild his cock moving like lightning in and out of her ass. The friction between their bodies was intense. His fingers stopped rubbing her clit and pinched instead, white light exploded in her head. Her body bucking and throbbing against him her orgasm a tidal wave roaring through her entire body. She rose up on her toes as he thrust harder and deeper into her. She could feel his cock throb and spasm, jets of hot white semen spurting deep into her ass. She came again as she felt the prick continue flexing and throbbing inside her. He collapsed to the bed as she dropped to her knees on the floor. He pulled her on the bed and held her in his arms, unlocking the handcuffs so she could wrap her arms around him. "Maybe next time we can do the whole tour," he whispered in her ear, gathering her lips together with his for a deep kiss. Edited by RedGirl The Tour Bus Janet shielded her eyes from the sun. The bright light was blinding compared to the dimness of the plane. She was exhausted from the flight. Everyone else had left for Chicago yesterday and she had been put in charge of finding the lost luggage. Letting out a sigh, Janet thought about the woes of being a tour manager. It was exactly what she wanted to do but sometimes it could be trying. Especially when she was the glue that held the tour together. She did everything to making sure the equipment was where it was supposed to be to supplying the guys' quirky little requests before each show. It seemed to take forever to hail a cab and get to the venue. She checked her watch and smirked. If traffic wasn't too bad, she would have just enough time to eat. Walking into the arena, Janet breathed a sigh of relief to see the stage was set up and all the lighting seemed to be in place. She rushed backstage and set her bags down. "Thought you'd never make it. Find all the lost luggage?" Todd, the lighting engineer, asked. "Yes after hours and hours of arguing with the airlines that our flight was to Chicago and not to St. Louis. I swear, sometimes you wonder if people have brains," Janet replied. "The guys are looking for you. They're at the food tent," Todd said. Janet groaned. She had been in Chicago for less than an hour and already those five were whining about something. They can so freaking spoiled sometimes, Janet thought. She made her way to the food tent to find JC and Justin chowing down on whatever the cook had made that day for dinner. "Hey Janet! You made it!" Justin said through a mouthful of food. "Yes, I made it. I'm here to do your bidding," Janet said sitting down on a bench. She spotted Joey and Chris in the catering line. "Where's Lance?" she asked. "He's around here somewhere," JC said. "Todd told me you guys wanted something. What?" she asked. "Someone gave us the fax with names for the Meet and Greet. It was for you but somehow it ended up with us," Justin said. "Crap. I need that. You got it on you?" Janet asked. "I think so," Justin said, checking his pant's pocket but with no success. "I'm sorry. I think I left it in the kitchen on the bus. I'll go get it." "No, don't. You guys have the show to get ready for and Lance needs to eat before the Meet and Greet. Leave it to him to go wandering around," Janet said shaking her head. "You sure you don't want me to go get it? You haven't even put your bags up," Justin said, referring to her duffle by her feet. "That's ok. Just put this in your dressing room," Janet said, kicking the bag and leaving. Janet stopped by the dressing rooms on her way to the bus. Lance was nowhere to be found. She cursed under her breath. Where the fuck was he? She didn't have time for this. The tour bus was parked behind the stadium. It seemed like a mile to walk out to it. "I really need a shower," she said to herself. She pushed open the door to the bus and wrinkled her nose. No matter how many times it was cleaned, the bus still managed to smell like a fraternity house. It was just the fact that five guys lived in it for days on end. Janet stomped her way to the back, looking for Lance. She passed the bunks, some of the curtains thrown open, sheets hanging out. Fuck it, she thought, when she found the bus empty. If he didn't have enough time for dinner, too bad. She hated to think that way about him. He was always so nice to her. But right now, she was in a pissy mood and didn't have time to chase around looking for the missing boy band member. Janet walked back to the front of the bus where the kitchen was located. She pushed through the opened bags of chips and pretzels and finally found the list. Looking it over, she turned to walk out. A groan came from further back in the vehicle. Janet stopped to listen. It sounded like someone or something was in one of bunk beds. She crept back, cocking her head to listen better. She could hear sheets ruffling. Another groan was heard. It came from Lance's bunk. Is that Lance? she thought. Wait a minute. If he's getting it on with some girl, I'm going to kill him. This stuff could wait till after the show. Her fingers curled around the hem of the curtain, ready to throw it back and bust him. This wasn't the first time she would have to interrupt one of the guys' reindeer games for things more important. "Ohmigod. Janet," she heard. It was definitely Lance. Interesting, she thought as a smile played on her lips, he picked up a girl with my name. Too bad for her that she won't be able to finish what she started, Janet thought. She whipped the curtain back, "Ok, scrumpin's over. Let's go!" Immediately, Janet wished she hadn't have moved the curtain. Lance looked up at her with the face of child just caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or his pants, she thought. Lance was bare-chested with his shorts open. Janet couldn't help but notice his thick cock, fully exposed and standing hard against his stomach. "Um, I'm sorry," she said, turning bright red and pulling the curtain back in place. It was one thing to catch the guys with girls but this was completely different. She turned to run out of the bus when Lance reached out and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into the bunk and she fell on top of him. "Lance!" she exclaimed, too surprised to move. "Janet," he whispered and pulled her in for a kiss. "Wait a minute!" she cried. "What are you doing?" "Janet, don't play dumb. You know how much I want you," he said, wrapping his arms around her "Lance, but-"she started to say but stopped. He was gorgeous; she couldn't deny that. But this was too weird, too sudden. She struggled to get up again. "Shh," he hushed her, putting his finger to her lips, "It couldn't have worked out better than this." He pulled her head down. His lips met hers. Janet couldn't stop herself when she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. His breathing became heavy as he swirled his tongue around her mouth, almost raping it. Lance's hands started to move down her body, squeezing her flesh between his fingers. Janet ran her hand over the smooth muscles of his chest. She realized that she wanted him as bad as he wanted her. So many times she had seen him between costume changes and had to look away to keep from staring at his body. Lance stopped kissing her and looked up at her. He green eyes narrowed, full of lust. It made Janet shiver in excitement. The bunk was confining but Lance managed to pull Janet's shirt over her head. "Just what I expected," he said with a coy smile. "Excuse me?" Janet said, returning the smile. "All day you run around, acting like you can't even give me the time of day. And all the while you're hiding these," he said and pushed her bra down. He reached up to touch the silky skin of her firm breast. As soon as his fingers touched her, Janet felt her nipples harden. Lance moved his head up and took one of the little pink buds between his lips. Janet gritted her teeth against the sensation. She almost forgot where she was as Lance scraped his teeth against her flesh, biting to the point of pain. Janet's hand wandered down his chest to his stomach. Her fingers brushed the head of his cock. He moaned into her breast as she traced her fingertip along his shaft. Lance started to fumble with the button of her shorts but soon had them undone. He tried to move his fingers into her panties but the small space would not let him maneuver into position. "Get up," he said, panting, "Go to the back. To the couches." Janet jumped out of the bunk and went to the back of the bus. Lance went to the front and locked the door. She took the opportunity to remove her shorts and panties. Janet smiled, as she thought of what Lance would see when he got to the back. She reclined against the back of the leather couch and drew her knees up. Spreading her thighs, she moved her hand down to her pussy. Janet's fingers met wetness from her already throbbing lips. Her head arched back as she tickled her clit. She opened her eyes so see Lance standing in the doorway, fully naked and stroking his thick cock as he watched her. A smile played across her lips as she slipped her finger inside. Lance moved forward but she shook her head. "No, not yet," she said. "You can't just have it that easy. I'm not one of those inexperienced little twits you're used to." She closed her eyes and began to pump her finger in and out of her hot pussy. A moan escaped her as she felt her juices run out over her fingers, her anus, and onto the couch. Lance's mouth dropped open as he watched Janet finger fuck herself. But when she brought her wet fingers to her lips and lick at her own cum, he dropped to his knees. He had to have his face buried into her wet, musky snatch. Janet let out a loud moan when Lance's tongue snaked into her. He flicked at her clit and spread her open with his fingers. He pushed his tongue as far into her as he could, lapping at her juices. Her hips bucked against him as he licked his way from her clit to her anus. Once more he buried his tongue to the root into her and she came, cum dripping out of her and covering his face. "Omigiod!" she screamed as the waves of orgasm washed over her. She caught her breath and sat up. Janet pushed Lance out his back. She looked down at his cock and licked her lips. "And you talk about me hiding things. If I knew you were toting this around, we would have fucked a lot sooner," Janet said with a small laugh. She leaned down and teased the head of his cock with her tongue. He let out a groan as he felt her lips around his head. She massaged his balls with one hand as she licked her way up and down his member. Finally, she took his whole cock into her mouth and let it slide down her throat. Janet sucked hard as she pushed him in and out her mouth. Lance couldn't stop moaning as he felt the knot in his balls tighten, ready to explode. He pushed her off of him. "Lay on your stomach," he said, getting up to his knees. Janet had a curious look on her face as she rolled over. "Get up on your knees," he said, moving behind her. Janet felt Lance move her into position. He took a hold of his cock and teased its head against her entrance. It soon became wet with her pussy juice. He thrust it inside of her and Janet moaned at the sudden fullness. He quickly pulled out and she heard him chuckle. "Don't tease me, Lance. Fuck me, please," Janet cried. Lance let out another chuckle. "This pretty little ass," he said, running his hands over her cheeks. "I bet they've never been fucked before, have they?" "Lance," she said. Part of her didn't want him to but the rest wanted him to ram his shaft into her tight little hole. His fingers parted her cheeks and she felt his tongue play at the rim of her anus. Another orgasm started to approach in the anticipation of what he was about to do. Janet felt his cock nudge against her. She screamed out in exquisite pain as he penetrated her, burying himself in one long stroke. "Oh God! You're so fucking tight!" he said as he pulled out and pushed into her again. Lance started pounding his cock into her ass. Her tight muscles pushed against him, making it that much better. He slipped two fingers into her pussy and she cried out against the double penetration. He pushed a third finger into her and he couldn't believe when she cried out for more. Lance's whole hand was buried deep in her snatch as he shot his cum into her. His whole body shuddered as his cock pumped its load into her. Exhausted, Janet fell forward onto the floor, out of breath. Lance collapsed on top of her. He rolled her over to face him. "Well, now," he said, dipping his head down to kiss her, "You're not just my tour manager, you're my little slut too. You'll be ready to fuck whenever," he said as he slipped his fingers back into her. She gasped as he shoved into her. "And wherever I want," he finished. "Do you understand?" he said, pinching her clit hard with his thumb and forefinger, sending into her into a second, screaming orgasm. She feebly nodded her head as she regained her composure. "Then I'll be expecting you tonight," he said, getting up and gathering his clothes. She heard him leave the bus. It was a long time before she got up, dressed herself, and went back to the arena. The Tour Bus A man on vacation decides to take a Sightseeing bus of the area. He goes to the depot and buys a ticket after standing in line for over twenty minutes. He heads for the designated bus and sees more people in a line to get on the bus. As he gets on, he sees all the front seats are taken, as are all the window seats the entire way back. He was hoping for a window seat, but at this point any seat is looking good. He walks about two thirds of the length of the bus and sees an open aisle seat on his left next to a portly gentleman and one his right. He didn't want a trip fighting for an armrest, so without looking hard, he plops into the seat on his right. As he sits down, a woman looks up from her book and smiles warmly and says, "Good Morning." He answers pleasantly "Good Morning. Are you familiar with this area?" She said no, she was merely a tourist looking to learn more about the area and try to kill a large part of the day without a problem. He chuckled, he had thought the same thing, and told her so. They both smiled and relaxed in their chairs a bit more. They looked up front and the tour guide was just getting on the bus and the driver was preparing to pull out of the lot. As the tour moved out, the man and the woman would look out the window, past the woman, as the guide would announce what was on the left, and they would both lean and strain to try to see out the window on the right, past the portly man. Their laughter came easily, as they would look from side to side, often making exaggerated movements as though staining to see. The man would sometimes pretend to strain to see past the woman, although he was honestly losing interest in the distant scenery and starting to enjoy what was right before him. She was in a white sun dress, the skirt reaching almost to her knees as she sat. The top portion was buttoned, except for the top two, which allowed only a hint of cleavage to appear. As the bus would travel along the road, they continued to chit chat, enjoying each other's company as much as the tour. As they were looking out to the right, trying to see the portion of the window the portly man was not covering, the bus hit a bump, and she instinctively grabbed hold of his arm. She apologized and let go. But she had held on just a moment longer than necessary. And could he feel her breasts being separated by his arm, or was he just dreaming. Several more times the bumps would occur and she would hold his arm. Soon, she was holding his arm for every sight on the right. As luck would have it, as they were looking out her window, the bus hit a pothole and, as he was leaning over to see, his hand went to her leg for support. Before he could remove it, she placed her hand over his, and whispered "It's ok, I don't mind." He looked into her eyes and they could feel the need growing in each of them. He leaned over and their lips met. A short time later, the tour guide said the guided portion of the tour was over, and as dusk was approaching, the cabin lights were going to be turned down for those wishing to sleep on the way back to the station. Reading lights were available on the overhead console and blankets were in the overhead bins. She whispered to him, "Please get a blanket, I'm chilly in this night air." He got up to get the blanket, knowing that her leg was warm to the touch. She noticed the tent in his pants. As he sat down and started to open the blanket, she said, "That looks big enough to cover both of us, if you don't mind." "I guess that would be alright" he replied. They wrapped themselves in the blanket cocoon and his hand found its way quickly to her leg again. It was still warm. She moved her leg toward him without moving her other leg. His hand was able to slip easily between her legs and halfway up her thighs. She made a purring sound, and slid forward, parting her legs completely for him. He could now feel her soaked panties. He began to rub her mound, savoring the feeling. She leaned her head over and they kissed. Hard. He pressed into her, and her breathing began to stutter. His hand became moist. He pulled his hand back, and began to lick each finger. The favor was sweet. She moved away from him and began moving under the blanket. He knew she was removing her panties. She took his hand and put it back to her crotch and pressed his hand with hers. She forced two of his fingers into her sopping pussy and then moved over to his groin. She pulled his zipper down with ease, even though there was a lot of pressure from his rock hard member. He began to move his fingers rhythmically in and out of her. She was beginning to move her pelvis in time with his movements. She worked through his underpants and within seconds, his soldier was standing straight and tall. She began to stroke him. Gently caressing with her fingers. She was moving her hand up and down, playing with his tip, and stroking again. His hand was now pressing in deeper. He pulled out, added a third finger and stroked her again. After several strokes, he pulled out and added his pinky. All four fingers, filling her slit, went in and out with increasing ease and speed. His thumb was rubbing her clit. She was in heaven. He moved his hand in again and began to wiggle his fingers. She bit her lip to prevent screaming. Out and in again his hand went. Again and again, then he held it in, deep, pushing hard against her as she was pushing against his hand. His thumb rubbing her clit. She stopped stroking him and pushed against his hand, taking it past his knuckles. She tensed, squeezing his hand with her thighs and had a monstrous orgasm. Her thighs let go of his arm and she moved her hips toward the back of the seat. As she did, he removed his hand. She said "Let me get that for you" and pulled the blanket away from her and leaned down and began to suck each finger clean. As she finished his hand, she pulled the blanket up over her head and began to suck him. It didn't take long for her work to have the desired effect. She could feel him tighten his muscles and she took him in deeply. He felt the sperm making its trip and was immediately shooting on the back of her throat. She felt he penis growing as the he began to shoot and stayed on him, sucking and sucking. He had never felt anything as wonderful, or as sensual. As she felt him subside and shrink, she tucked him carefully into his pants. She had him zipped up and she was straightened up in the seat and blanket adjusted just as the bus was pulling into the terminal. As the bus stopped they stood and he began to fold the blanket. She looked at him and said, "Well, I think it was a wonderful tour. We made it to my favorite places." He looked at her and replied, "Best tour I was ever on." He moved to the aisle, and took a step backward to allow her to get out and exit ahead of him. As she climbed over her seat and then his, he felt her hand slip into his pocket. Her hand came out but he could feel something in there. She whispered to him, "Don't forget your souvenir."