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What a Woman Can Do Ch. 01

By: burninglurv



I once had an older lover, but he died. Which was, and still is, very, very sad, because no-one has ever loved me like this man did. And not just physically, though he would bring me to multiple, screaming, twitching, incredible orgasms, one after another in a blur, until I couldn't move for days, weeks, months.

No, only hours really. But he fucked me senseless. Again and again and again. Mainly with his fingers, up against walls and trees and pillars and cars and ... well anywhere really. He would take me out for a coffee or a drink, and finger fuck me to shattering orgasms right in the coffee shop, or the club. Sitting there having my coffee or my glass of wine, with two fingers lazily fucking me.

Damn, I liked that! Still do.

He also loved me emotionally. We were close, oh so close. And we could talk. Talked for hours, days, weeks, at a time. About everything. Nothing was off limits. He had an insatiable curiousity and he sparked mine back into life after 12 years of schooling and 2 Uni degrees had smashed it to pieces. He would talk for hours about my smile -- how it made his spirits soar. The darkest day had no defences against my smile. He called my smile one of Nature's greatest wonders. 

Or we would talk about life and the Universe and the meaning of it all. 

He once said after a particularly sensational fuck, 'Even if life is meaningless, fucking you makes it all worthwhile.'

Damn, I miss him. Just before he died, my lover gave me a mission.

'You are a sensational woman, who cheers up the most depressed man just by walking by. I want you to go about cheering up men. Some with a smile; some with a hug; some with hot, slippery sex. But every week, your mission is to bring a smile to the face of 50 men. Which is probably way too few, as you could get 30 to smile just by walking down the street and smiling at 31 men. The other one was probably preoccupied, and missed your smile. No breathing man could resist that smile.'

'You can give men so much pleasure,' he said. 'Why don't you?'

At his funeral, I resolved to fulfil the mission he had given me. I smiled at the minister. He smiled back. He came over.

'Did you know him well?' he asked.

'Very well,' I replied. 'We were lovers -- emotionally and mentally, as well as physically.'

'He was a very lucky man then,' the minister said.

Inside an hour, the minister was fucking me up against a wall, not far from the cemetery.

'That was incredible,' he panted after he came. 'I doubt I have had better sex in my life. Not that I have had much.'

I never saw him again, but I like to think he thinks fondly of me. I went for a coffee, and chatted to the barista making my coffee. He smiled and laughed and flirted. When I left the shop, he told me to come back real soon, as I brightened the place up. Already I had given pleasure to 2 men -- 2 strangers -- and had enjoyed it immensely too.

My path was set. I started watching men. I noticed that not many of them were happy. Yet if I smiled at them or touched them or rubbed their shoulders, they changed. Suddenly they were happy and smiling and delightful company. If I rubbed my tits on their back as I rubbed their shoulders, most of them moaned.

'Oh, that is so good,' they would say. 'You can do this to me anytime.'

Other women would get cranky with me, until I explained my mission. They would try smiling at men, and almost always noticed the difference. Some women, however, just scared men when they smiled at them, so had to think of other ways to give them pleasure. They all did. Men get such immense pleasure from women, but we withhold our smiles and our hugs as if we only had a couple to give out. 

My old lover had also taught me how to handle men who come on too strong. Or stared at me. 

'Ninety-nine per cent of men aren't trying to offend you. They are either hoping to get lucky with a gorgeous woman, or they lack basic communication skills. Or both. Just tell them you're saving yourself for marriage or the orgy on Saturday night. There are a million ways to let a man down gently, that still leaves him smiling. Find them.'

And he was right. There are a million ways to handle a man so that you both end up smiling. I've found 675,879 already, and I've just begun. You just need a witty, playful attitude. A great smile and big eyes help too. So does a sensational arse. Big, firm tits and a deep cleavage work really well with some men. Damn near all of them actually.

My old lover said I had saved him from deep, dark depression when he had all but given up on life. He said I could do the same for almost any man, because I had the lot -- intelligence, personality and looks. 

'There is no end to you,' he said. 'I find you endlessly fascinating. Never boring. Always delightful to be with, even when you are down. It is sheer pleasure to comfort you and lift you up again. When you cry, you are utterly irresistible. I don't know whether to hug you, or fuck your brains out.'

Often he did both. They were incredible fucks.

One of the blokes at work seemed a bit down lately. Not very happy. Hardly ever smiled. A bit grim. Even my smiles had little effect. I thought I would put my old lover's theory to the test and try to cheer him up. I asked him if he wanted to join me in a coffee one afternoon. He looked surprised, but readily accepted. When we had our coffees, I started to find out how things were for him. Subtly. Gently. 

Eventually, I said, 'You've been looking a bit grim of late. Is everything OK?'

The change was remarkable. He started breathing a little harder. I thought he was going to cry.

'No,' he said. 'My mate died two months ago, from cancer. Only 42, he was. I've been pretty depressed ever since. Haven't got anyone I can really talk to about how I'm feeling. I go home to my little place, eat a meal all by myself, watch TV and go to bed alone. '

A tear started rolling down his cheek.

'I feel completely, totally and utterly alone in the world. I'm 35 and I haven't got anything and no hope. Nothing to live for. Everything is black.'

More tears rolled down his cheeks.

'You're the first person to notice I'm depressed and actually ask me how I'm feeling. '

I held one of his hands and rested my other hand on his shoulder.

'Why don't we have a drink after work and talk about this more?' I asked. 'I suspect you need at least a couple of hours and a few drinks to talk through your feelings.'

'That would be really good,' he said, looking into my eyes and smiling weakly.

About 5 hours later, we had had dinner and a bottle of wine between us. I was using those active listening skills I had learnt as a telephone counsellor to gently draw Ben out. Slowly he revealed his feelings. Told me about his childhood and his hard, harsh, angry mother. And his lightweight father who was seldom around and never, ever stood up to his cranky wife. 

Ben had grown up believing he was complete rubbish as a person, and that he was unlovable. Damn, they didn't even like him! Which baffled me as he is very intelligent with 3 Uni degrees. He has a wicked personality, with a great sense of humour. And he is pretty good looking. 

Funny, I'd never noticed that before. He was in mighty fine shape. Did a lot of exercising and refereed basketball. Ten to 15 games a week. But had never married. Had had no success with women. Hadn't had a girlfriend for 8 years. Hadn't had sex for 9. Found it hard to talk to women. Much preferred the company of blokes.

'Though I am finding talking to you very enjoyable,' he said. 

'I like talking to you too,' I replied. 

And I did. He really was great company. Though he did cry again, shortly, over dinner. He gave one very powerful sigh, and trembled for a few seconds. Then he stopped. 

'No-one has ever listened to me like this before,' he said. 'The effect is remarkable. I suddenly feel like I'm a likeable person.'

He looked at me.

'I've never felt that before. Thank you.'

I thought I was going to cry.

'I've never met a woman who was so easy to talk to, and so easy to be with. Plus you're gorgeous. What are you doing out with a guy like me?'

I was going to cry.

'You're not too bad yourself,' I said. 'You're smart, got a great personality and you're pretty easy on the eye.'

'Hmmm,' he hmmm'd, 'I'd never looked at myself like that. I think you might be right.'

He laughed. Damn, he had a nice laugh. Damn, it was great to see him laugh. He smiled at me. He had a fine smile too. I think I was going to give him more than a goodnight hug. It would be a waste of a wonderful evening not to teach him how to pleasure a woman. I would enjoy that. He might too.

'What's the best sex you ever had?' I asked him, snuggling in closer and putting my hand on his thigh.

We were in a secluded part of the club. The lights were down low. It was perfect for a seduction. I didn't think he would put up much of a fight.

'It's hard to remember,' he mused. 'But it was definitely when the woman came. I love watching a woman come. So does every bloke I've ever asked. Women look incredible when they cum. If there is one thing I'm good at, it is making a woman cum -- as many times as possible.'

'I love to cum,' I whispered in his ear. 'I could cum in here with a couple of male fingers finger fucking me. It would be very easy, and oh so pleasant.'

I moved his hand between my legs.

'Do you want to finger fuck me?'

'I'd love to.'

'Please.'

'Sure.'

'Make me cum.'

'With pleasure.'

And he did.

Oh, he was good. Very, very, very good. He pleasured me so beautifully. Slid one finger, then two, up my pussy. Right up me. Kissed me too. He was a mighty good kisser. Pulled my hair, forcing my head back. I went all submissive. He took control of me. Fuck that was good. This man was brilliant. I didn't have to teach him anything. He certainly knew how to pleasure a woman. He sure pleasured me. Finger fucked me slow and gentle for about 5 minutes. Set me on fire. I was ready to be fucked over the bar, I was that hot. 

Then he pulled my hair quite hard, kissed me hard, and finger-fucked me ferociously. It was hard, fast, brutal. And utterly delicious. And he just kept doing it. No man could ever fuck you with his cock like that. It would be impossible. I started twitching and knew I was going to cum.

And I did. Fuck did I cum. So fucking hard. I put my hand on his. When I couldn't bear it any longer, I grabbed his hand and moved it away. Then I sat there panting. I slumped against him.

'Fuck, that was indescribable,' I whispered in his ear. 

'My pleasure, you gorgeous woman,' he whispered back.

We finished our drinks and left. I needed to have his cock in me. Very, very quickly. And, as it turned out, he had a long, wickedly curved cock that hit all the right spots -- and then some. I came impaled on it. In fact, I came several times that night. And twice in the morning. Damn he was a great lover!

'That was the best night of my life,' he told me the next day. 'And the best sex. I never knew it could be that good.'

'It was sensational sex,' I told him. 'Up there with the best I've ever had.'

And it was. 

If giving men pleasure was going to be this much fun, I was definitely going to enjoy this mission I was now on. Could easily become a lifelong mission.

What a Woman Can Do Ch. 02



I'm on a mission -- to bring pleasure to men. As I am blessed with intelligence, beauty and a killer smile, it is an easy mission for me. But it brings such pleasure to men. I never realised how much men like women. It makes them very happy to bring happiness to a woman. They only need the chance. Men love to do things for me. And they enjoy it when I touch them -- with a hand or a hug or patting their arses.

And I see a lot of men. Especially when I work in a coffee shop on Fri nights and Saturdays, when the shop is really busy. My older lover -- who died not so long ago -- said I had an irresistible smile, and it does seem to work 99.999876% of the time. I vaguely recall once when it didn't.

One bloke in particular loves my smile. Dominic.

'That's one sensational smile,' he said, the first time I flashed it at him. He gave me a mighty fine smile in return.

He always says, 'Love your smile Candy. Never seen one better,' when he comes in for his regular Friday night large flat white.

Then, one Friday night, he was late. Very late. We were about to close. Then he turned up. Looked a bit distressed. Barely smiled when I smiled at him. Didn't make his usual comment. And he looked so sad drinking his coffee. So sad. We were closing up -- well, I was, as the manager had had to go -- so I told him he could stay for a while.

'Thanks,' he said, weakly.

I wanted to hug him.

'You OK?' I asked.

'No, not really.'

I got him another coffee -- with a slug of brandy. Told him it was on the house, with a little extra.

He sipped it.

'Mmmm, that is good. Very good.'

He drank it rather quickly as he wrote away in his book.

'What are you writing?' I asked.

'Just venting my feelings.'

'Got a few?'

'Plenty. Plenty. I just lost my job. The guy who took over at the start of the year has screwed the business right up. Taken it from a good business doing good work to a broke business doing useless work. Couldn't organise a screw in the proverbial, this bloke. But paid himself a lot of money. A lot of money.'

I got him another coffee. He offered me $20. I declined. But I joined him, as I was all but done. Mmm, that coffee tasted good with brandy in it. I got us both another one.

We fell in one of those long, deep conversations about work, life and what's important. I told him my mission. He laughed. 

'That's too easy for a woman like you. There must be a million ways you can make a man smile. You're utterly lovely.'

I think the brandy was having a good effect on him. Or maybe it was me.

'You think so,' I purred, snuggling in close to him.

He looked me straight in the eyes, ran his hands slowly down my cheeks, took hold of my neck, pulled me towards him and kissed me. Ever so slightly. Just brushed my lips. I shivered. My nipples were hard and getting harder.

I kissed him. Quite hard. Grabbed his shirt. He caressed my hair, his hand closing around it. Pulled it ever so slightly. I moaned. I love having my hair pulled. There is a direct connection between my hair and my pussy. Pull my hair and my pussy gets wet. And I get very, very horny. It is my weakness.

'So very, very fuckable,' Dominic whispered in my ear.

Damn, he was on to me. Not only fuckable, but ready to be fucked. Desperate to fuck.

'Thank you,' I whispered in his ear. 'Do me.'

He ravished me. Ran his hands all over my body. My very willing body. Down my front. Paid particular attention to my tits. Ran a hand down my back. Paid particular attention to my arse. 

I unzipped his cock. It was a long delicious cock. I went down on him. Sucked his cock. He moaned and ravished me harder. I love sucking cocks and this one was very suckable. I could hardly wait to have it up me. Right up me.

He pulled me up. Spread me over the table. Pulled down my pants and panties. Exposed my pussy. Went down on me. Licked my pussy. Kissed my pussy. Devoured my pussy. Slid two fingers up my cunt.

Finger fucked me with his mouth on my clit to an orgasm. A sensational orgasm. I came so hard. Damn, I liked the way he ate me. Like it? I loved it!

Then he moved me around until I was bent over the table. Legs apart. Very, very exposed. He slipped a condom on. I felt his cock nuzzling my pussy. He slipped it in about a centimetre.

I think I knew what was coming next. Me hopefully.

He leant over me. Pulled my hair. Kissed the back of my neck. Took hold of a breast. Through my clothes. I was still fully clothed. So was he.

I love being fucked with my clothes on.

'You're delicious,' he whispered in my ear.

Then he slammed his cock balls deep up me. Right up me. He groaned.

I was jolted forward. I grunted. And arched my back in exquisite pleasure.

He held his cock up me. Right up me. 

'Damn, you're delicious,' he moaned into my ear. He pulled my head back by my hair and ravished my mouth. His hand closed on my breast. Hard. He pulled his cock out, until only the tip was in me.

I moaned. 

He waited.

I waited.

I shivered, ever so slightly.

He slammed his cock right up me. Hard. Fast. Deep. 

I arched my back and groaned.

Fuck that was good!

'Fuck me, do me, take me, screw me, slam me, dick me, fuck me hard,' I told him. 'Make me your dirty fucktoy.'

He seemed to like that. He slid his cock almost out. Then waited for a moment, as he ravished me.

Then he slammed his cock right up me. And grunted.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck,' he groaned.

He slammed fucked me for about 5 minutes. About 10 strokes. I was delirious. I babbled incoherently. Twitched uncontrollably. I'd never been fucked so deliciously in my life. I'd never be taken so exquisitely in my life.

He picked up the pace. Started fucking me hard and fast. And deep.

He fucked me senseless.

I came all over his cock, as he pulled my hair and ravished my tits. Came so fucking hard.

Then he grunted, groaned and came too. Groaning into my ear.

Eventually we subsided into a crumpled heap. Very crumpled. Finally we sat down. Well, I sat on his lap, my head on his shoulder.

'Fuck, you are a sensational fuck,' he whispered in my ear.

'We'll have to do this again next week,' I whispered.

He laughed.

'And the week after that,' he said.

And we did. For a few weeks, we did. And then we moved to a wall nearby. By that time he had a new job.

He said I was the perfect cure for losing his job. Got him going again about 6 months quicker. 

He was the perfect cure for damn near everything. Fucked me into oblivion.