0 comments/ 11819 views/ 0 favorites Wonderful By: Easyread You arrive at my room and are nervous and excited at the same time. You prepare to knock and you find yourself forgetting to breath. You then exhale and take in a deep breath as your hand gently knocks on the door. The door opens without hesitation and you recognize my face from the pictures I had sent to you. We smile simultaneously and embrace. The greetings are quick and you are invited into my room. I have unpacked some things but it appears I have just arrived. I have. We are then off to your place exchanging small talk. I have you carry a small package as I another. You are wondering what these are and shake to investigate but to no avail. I tell you nothing but that I hope that you will enjoy them. Yes, both are for you. We arrive at your apartment and we sit on the couch. You are looking at me and evaluating me as I you. We are smiling entirely too much and the mood is almost static with electricity. I offer you the first gift and you tell me that I shouldn't have. As you tear open the wrapper, that looks like a child may have completed the task, you are amazed as you had not expected this. It is a...... And then I offer the second present. This one is lighter and a smaller box. As you recognize the box you know it is from Victoria's Secret... Lingerie. You look at me and see a devilish smile on my face. You tell me precociously that this gift is not for you, at all, but for Tim. I smile ear to ear as you hold it up and take a good look at it. It is a navy blue top that exposes the shoulders and matching bikini panty bottom with white cotton inlay. You look at it again and thank me and then look at the outfit again and then at me again. You offer to model it for me. I do not need to say a thing. You know. You leave the room and tell me to come into the bedroom only when you call to me. I wait with anticipation. I am excited. Almost ten minutes pass and I am jumping out of my skin waiting. I hear you exit the bathroom and I smell light perfume. Finally, you call to me. I jump up and practically fall over myself trying to get to the door. I turn the handle and try my best to look cool and collected. My heart is racing like a school boy getting his first kiss. I am nervous. As I open the door you are sitting on the edge of the bed. Your skin color stands out against the navy blue shirt and panty. You are leaning back on your right arm and hand and your left hand is resting on your lap almost to hide your belly from me. I am staring at you. My eyes do not blink. You look calm and in control. I look you up and down. There is only one thing a man is thinking when he looks at a woman in this fashion. You look down with demure. Your appearance says otherwise... I absorb your femininity like a dry sponge and I shall ring it out to quench my thirst for you. Your hair is blond and parted in the middle. Your ears are just covered by the gold strands and your left eye is closer to your hair than the right. Your eyes are the color of an Autumn sky and seem to conflict with the sun in your hair shining even indoors and at night. But because your smile is so warm one cannot feel anything but comfort and welcome when before you. I look at the slope of your neck and how the navy blue jumps from your smooth skin over your delicate collar bone and shoulder. There is a slight shine on your shoulder and your head is just tilted to the same side. The straps hang on your shoulders comfortably and as you lean back I see the outline of your breasts. They are pert and I can see your nipples are hardened and reaching toward me. I look at your hips and try to see any skin between the blouse and Panty. I know you have a navel ring and I want to see it. Your waist and hips and thighs and more are covered by the panty but not much else. Your legs are crossed and you are without shoe. Your calf is tensed and toned as over the other leg. You foot gently but tellingly bobs up and down nervously. I see the matching finger and toe nail polish. I look at your legs and not how smooth they are. Your feet are petite and very feminine. I realize how long I have been staring and look to your eyes and am shocked to see you are looking at me much the same way. I walk toward you. You adjust your position on the bed. You move back and rest on both arms and tell me to undress. I laugh but then you tell me, "I want you Tim". You need not say more. I turn off the light and the room is then illuminated by a single candle, lightly scented, offering just enough light to know and see. The ambiance is sensual and romantic.I remove my shoes and socks first and then slowly lift my shirt to expose my stomach extended slightly from dinner and my hairy chest. Not a carpet but substantive enough to run your fingers through. You sit up and reach for me gently touching my chest by run ing the back of your hand and fingers across my nipples and between my breasts. You can see tone in my shoulders and imagine the strength in my muscles. Your heart beats faster. I then take off my belt and unbutton my jeans. I unzip my pants and slowly pull them down. You see that I am wearing black boxer-briefs and that I am erect. You could hang your hat if you wanted to. I ask you if you want to remove my underwear for me and you do. You stand and look into my eyes. Your hands wander to the elastic and begin to slide down. You are careful to allow room for my manhood to escape. Your eyes glance down and widen as you see the head and shaft escape the cotton like a missile extending from it's silo. You look into my eyes again and just raise to your toes to reach my lips. I reach for your lips and we kiss for the first time. Your hand instinctively covers my erection, gently and slowly, exploring me with your hand. You are comforted to know that my size will not hurt you as I am just above average in length and volume. My hands move to your chest just beneath your arms and on the sides of your breasts. We separate from the kiss and I move you toward the bed. I motion for you to lay down on your back and I rest before you on my knees. I take your left leg in my hand and place your foot on my chest. I run my hands up and down your leg and very close to where your panty meets your inner thigh. But I am teasing you and I stop just short of your labia. I explore your legs. I feel the muscle and knee and behind the knee, the inner thighs, and foot. I repeat the process with the other leg. You heart is racing and you are nervous but very aroused. You notice wetness beginning to form inside of you like a glass of cool water on a hot and humid day. This makes you nervous. I can see your tenseness and decide to make it worse for you. I stand before you and spread your legs pressing my volume against your labia. You lay back on your back and allow me total freedom. The cotton shield of your panty inhibits penetration but your juices are now flowing. You are very wet as I press myself against you and apply deep pressure. Your legs are spread wide for me and your hands move from your side to my chest and face. I motion for you to move further onto the bed. I then mount you and begin kissing you deeply. Our lips meet and caress. I then kiss your cheeks and again your mouth. My mouth opens wider and my tongue enters your mouth to meet yours and the kiss becomes more passionate. Your hips gently push up toward mine to get more stimulation. I can feel the wetness soaking through your panty. It is hot. I slip down a bit and kiss your neck and shoulders slipping my tongue out periodically to taste your beautiful skin. I then rub my face and cheeks against your breasts before I tell you to sit up. I lift the blouse over your head and arms and throw it aside. You rest again on the bed as I look down at you with hunger. I crave you and will taste you as if parched for days and will quench my thirst for you by tasting your breasts and nectar. You look into my eyes and know that you are going to be taken. You want only for me to take you. Parts of your body ache for me and others tingle in anticipation. I move lower to kiss all around your breasts and then target your pink nipples reaching to me. I take your left breast and wet the nipple. I then blow cold air on it to make it stand proudly before me. I then take you in my mouth and comfort you with wetness and warmth. I gently pinch with my lips and suck as if through a straw. I lick and taste your breast again. I take you deeper in my mouth. I pull lightly and then allow you to slowly fall from my mouth. I then take you again, suck gently, wet your skin, allow you to fall from my mouth, and blow hot air on you. Your back arches slightly as I taste the other breast in the same fashion. I feel nurtured and comforted by your movements and your body. Your right hand instinctively seeks the back of my head and slightly caresses and applies pressure to my head pushing me into your subtle breast. I latch on and enjoy your body as my weight presses down upon you and I cover you like a warm blanket. I feel held and then welcome as I settle comfortably between your legs. I wish to be consumed by you. The taste of your skin keeps me occupied until I remember there are more gifts to unwrap and play with. Mmmmmmm. I look to your navel and see the blue sparkling stone just matching the panty and bringing focus to your flat smooth stomach. I taste your stomach with my tongue and you squirm as it tickles. I take my tongue and make one swipe into your navel before I lift my body from yours and focus on your wet panty. I slowly peel it downwards over your Mound of Venus and below your thighs. Perfectly shaved labia and curtain is revealed to me. Soft, smooth, delicate. It makes you look even younger and I feel like a dirty old man but I am intensely aroused. I spread your legs and lower my face to your hips. I lift your left leg over my shoulder to provide leverage and so that I can feel your inner thigh against my cheek. I lick your innermost thighs and taste the skin. I inhale through my nose to waft the air and smell your essence. I take my tongue and lightly run up and down your outer labia and then move my way closer to your inner labia and then taste the deep folds of your vagina. I press deep and lap the taste like a dog drinking water. My thirst is insatiable and I find your trigger and turn it on with my tongue. More fluid is released and you begin to moan. Your delicate flower blooms and opens and swells with anticipation. Like a rose it's beauty and simplicity confound. I take another moment to know your womanhood. I taste and suck and lick and rub so that I shall have you in my memory forever. Your wetness is complete. You are prepared to receive me. Your hands pull my head and face to yours. You kiss me slowly and tenderly. You seem to know just how to handle me. I lift myself up from you and spread your legs wider. I place the tip of my penis at the moist and engorged mouth of your vagina and begin slowly and gently pushing my volume inside you. You reach for me and place your hands on each hip. Your back arches as you pull me to you. I see and feel your eyes upon me. Our bodies are slowly melting into one flesh. My manhood is guided deep inside you as you lay back again bringing me with you. Your legs lift and spread as I and engulfed. You then lay flat on your back with arms comfortably above your head. I place my weight on my hands and lean forward to allow gravity to pull me deeper inside you. I am slow and firm with my thrusts exploring the contour of your vaginal fold. I crave more depth but your legs can spread no more. I only succeed in pressing my pelvic bone against your clitoris and giving you more pleasure. I then allow my body to collapse upon yours so that I may feel it's velvet texture and smell it's scent. Your head rests on a small pillow that raises it just enough that I our lips touch with my forearms resting along each side of your head beneath your pillow. You allow me complete access to your body with complete abandon. Your trust and availability to me makes me want you even more. You are motionless below me but for your kiss and eyes upon me with legs in the air. I am free to take you, to possess you, to ravage your body. Your submission to me makes me feel powerful and accepted and nurtured all at once. It is wonderful! I take your hands in mine above your head. I grasp your hands and clench our fingers; my full weight upon you. You look into my eyes as you kiss me and then whisper, "Tell me when your going to cum." And with this I thrust my volume deeper inside the silky smooth walls of your vagina steadily increasing the speed until the friction is intense for you. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and your legs are spread wide and knees bent with feet pointing at the sky. Your head tilts back so our lips are so close but not touching. I see pleasure in your face as the rhythm is smooth and sure. I can feel your body begin to tense as your moans increase. You are close to orgasm and I thrust harder to entice your orgasm. I am looking into your eyes as you cum with a burst of guttural moaning and vaginal and bodily contractions. Your skin turns a light pink with sex flush. Your moans are as sexy as your movements. And you cum... I watch your face and see your eyes close and later open glassy as if high. You breathing slows. I cease my thrusts and ask, "Are you ok?" You look into my eyes, smile, and say, "ohhh yes..." You then tell me, "I want to finish you." I look into those beautiful gray eyes and my answer is, "Ok." I begin my thrusts slowly as I look into your eyes and feel your breath upon me. Your hands are still within mine. I decide I need your hands on my body so I release you from my grip. Your left hand moves to caress my face as you gently kiss me and your right hand rests just under shoulder blade. I feel held, welcomed, seduced. It is wonderful! I thrust harder inside you and as I do my heart races. I can feel my body preparing for orgasm. I feel my muscles tense and my member hardening to the point it almost hurts. It is now that I feel as if I could erupt. I thrust harder and harder as you accommodate my volume. Your left hand grasps the nape of my neck and with this you press your left cheek against mine and whisper in my ear, "Give it to me Tim. I want it all." You then slowly and gently lick my cheek with the tip of your tongue. I must now give you my orgasm. I explode within you with short hot bursts and let out a moan. A second and then a third. I finish within the deep envelope of your vagina. I continue to thrust so as to make sure every drop has been received. I continue still so as to absorb the sensation for just another moment before I am motionless. I am emptied and melt into you further. My fiery passion has been calmed and soothed. You kiss me gently on the lips and then more deeply. It is quiet as we lay together. Your hands caress my back as we lay melted together, quiet and calm. I have no desire to leave your body or this moment. The candle flickers and shows shadows on the walls and ceiling. Wonderful A special thanks to Laura for helping me edit this and keeping it real... Today was one of those days when you keep hoping you'll wake up and realize it was all a dream. Just in case, let me pinch myself. Nope, I'm awake. It all started out innocently enough for a Friday. The alarm went off at six and I proceeded to do the three 'S's' of the morning, yelled up the steps for the kid to get up, and let my dog Jack out in the yard to do his one 'S'. I watched the news as I drank my coffee and then let Jack back in. At seven I dragged my kid to the car and took her to school. It's been all downhill since then... * * * As I pulled into the company parking lot I noticed that someone had parked in my spot. The nerve of that jerk! How could they park in a spot marked 'Reserved Parking for Percival Sweetwalker'? I intended to make a scene out of this so I put my car in park and wandered over to the offending minivan. Looking through the driver's window I could see an assortment of snack wrappers littering the floor and passenger's seat. 'The jerks a slob too,' I thought. Then I noticed the sign. 'Reserved Parking for Frank Fuchs'. "Fucks?" I muttered as I looked around making sure this was it. It was indeed my spot. I knew it perfectly right down to the cracks in the bricks on the side of the building. I knew who Frank was too. He was the asshole from accounting that kept breaking the copiers. I got back in my car and drove around until I found my name in the furthest spot from the building. 'Somebody has got a lot of explaining to do...' I thought, as I walked a few hundred yards to the entrance. Just as I cleared the metal detectors there was a general page made through the building. "Sweetwalker, report to my office right now! You've got a lot of explaining to do!" bellowed Mr. Whipschmear, the company president. I looked up at the security camera and knew he was watching. 'Thanks for sharing that with all seven hundred workers...' "Sucks to be you," said a clerk as I entered the elevator and headed to the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, Whipschmear's secretary motioned that I should go right in. "He's in a bad mood," she whispered as I passed her. "Yeah, well so am..." "Sweetwalker! Get in here!" shouted a voice from the other side of the door. Above it was another security camera pointed directly at me. 'Must be some kind of voyeur...' I thought as I entered. "Sit down, Sweetwalker," he said. As I sat across from him at his desk, I noticed a bank of video monitors that showed various areas of the building including a few employee restrooms. A woman was clearly visible in a stall. 'Yep, he's a voyeur...' "How long have you been with the company, Sweetwalker?" he asked, turning the monitor with the woman away from my vision. "Twenty one years, Sir," I replied proudly. "And what is your position here?" "I'm the head of 'Cost Analysis'", I replied. "Notice anything different this morning besides that you were late?" he asked. "Well, I was late because of what I noticed different. Someone moved my..." "Correct! That's because you are no longer the head of that department." I suddenly had a real bad feeling about this. "What?" "That's right. Fuchs is now in charge." I was in shock. 'How did that little prick wind up with my position?' "Sir, I don't understand." "Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding up his mechanical pencil. Not having a clue as to where he was going with this, I just nodded. "Yep, it's a real beauty too. A top of the line refillable that takes 7mm replacement lead, both available at the office supply department on the third floor," he stated as he made a doodle on his legal pad in front of him. "Got this one about a year ago and it's served me well," he said, as he clipped it in his shirt pocket and tapped it a few times. I just gawked at him waiting for him to continue. "Oh, I notice you don't have one," he said, pointing to my shirt. I looked down. Indeed I did not. "I want you to take a look at this," he said, pulling a picture out from his desk drawer and handing it over. It was a picture of me heading out of the building through the metal detectors with yesterday's date stamped on it. The time notation was way after my shift had ended so he couldn't be accusing me of leaving early. "Notice anything?" he asked, leaning back in his chair. I looked harder at the picture. "Oh, my shoe's untied." He tapped his shirt pocket. I looked at the picture again but had no idea what he wanted me to see. He pulled out another picture that apparently was a blow up of the other that centered on the shirt pocket. There were two pencils identical to his in my pocket. "Where are they?" he asked. I drew a blank. "I...I...suppose on my desk...my desk at home..." "How about these?" he asked, tossing me another set of pictures from the day before coming in with no pencils and leaving with three in my pocket at the end of the day. "And these, and these, and these..." he said as he repeatedly tossed more pictures at me with more and more pencils in my pocket as I left but none as I came in. "You have any idea how much those things cost?" I was totally embarrassed, exasperated, and at a loss as to what to say. I felt weak and light headed. I momentarily lost bladder control. "I told you they were top of the line and only available to executives in the company. In bulk, they cost $3.21 each. In these pictures alone, you walked out with $67.41 worth of pencils." I shifted in my seat feeling a bit moist in the shorts. "Fuchs brought it to my attention that too much money was being spent on office supplies, namely pencils. Together we discovered the offender." "But Sir, Fuchs is an ass..." "Fuchs crunched some numbers for me. Want to know what he discovered?" asked Whipschmear as he rocked in his chair. I was close to loss of sphincter control. "Well, let's take a look. If you took two pencils a day, five days a week, fifty two weeks a year minus vacations, plus extra work on the weekends, times twenty one years, you owe the company $35,000.00," he stated, as he finished the multiplications on his calculator. I lost all function control below my belt. "So, unless you can bring back all the pencils you took, you'll have a new position in the company that is suited for your talents as well as having a good chunk of the salary garnished as reparation." He sniffed at the air. "Do you smell something?" "No Sir. What is my new position?" I asked, adjusting in my slightly soiled seat. "You're now the head of daytime janitorial duties and copier repair. You'll have a tough time sneaking out with cleaning supplies." He reached into his desk and produced a rather large pocket pager. "Take this, you'll need it." As I took it from him I noticed a red indicator light blinking away. "I sent out a company memo this morning on your new position and gave out the pager number. Looks like you've got a call already." "But Sir, what am I supposed to do as a daytime janitor?" "Well obviously you can't clean offices with people in them. Your services are more for fixing and cleaning up after toilet overflows." He glanced at one of his monitors and looked surprised. "Seems we have one already on the third floor. Of course there is the copier repair as well." "Sir, I don't know how to fix copiers." He pulled a six inch thick book from a drawer and chucked it at me. The title was 'So, You've Decided to be a Copier Repairman': or, I had twenty bucks but didn't know what to spend it on so I bought this book'. "Now you do." Wonderful. The pager beeped and the light was flashing frantically. There was a button on the side and I pushed it. "You have...forty two...new messages of which...forty one...are marked 'urgent'." "How many people are in my department?" I asked, wanting this to end. "Two. You and a guy I demoted yesterday that was stealing straws from the cafeteria. Now get going, but first find out what the stench is in here." "Sir, I need to go home and change into attire that is more appropriate." "Fine, just add the time to the end of the day," he said waving me out of the office. I went out and hit the elevator button. "What the hell is that smell?" asked his secretary. "You have...forty three...new messages of which..." Wonderful. * * * As the elevator took me down, I realized I had a change of clothes in the trunk I was going to use for a trip to the gym following work. I doubted I was going to feel like doing bench presses later so I took a hike to the car, grabbed the clothes and hiked back. When I returned, I asked the guard at the desk where my new 'office' was. He pointed to a door with a piece of poster board taped on it marked 'Toilet and Copier Repair'. "Thanks," I said, as I headed over to what used to be a janitorial supply closet. I opened a door and there was a young man that looked like a teenager sitting on a bucket with straws sticking out of his nose. "I guess you're my assistant, huh?" The kid jumped up and pulled the straws from his nose. "Yes Sir, I'm Darren Dagwood, at your service," he said, giving me a salute. "At ease. What's with the straws?" I asked pointing at the recent nostril invaders. "Fetish, Sir." "Up your nose?" I asked. That was a new one on me. "No, I only do that when I can't shove them up my..." "Alright. Alright," I said not wanting to hear anymore. "Get a mop and bucket ready. We have a lot of rounds to make," I said, holding up the pager. "You have...fifty nine...new messages of which..." I changed and did my best to hide the soiled jockeys. "What's that smell?" asked Darren. "Let's go," I mumbled. * * * Darren and I actually lucked out because half of the calls were for the same overflowing toilet. The bad part was it was one mighty stinky overflow. Darren spent half the time cleaning up his own puke. Speaking of which, I had several piles to clean up in the cafeteria after they decided to substitute halibut parmesan for the standard Friday fare. The thing is, I have no idea how they managed to make it look just like beef-a-roni. By the time five o'clock rolled around, Darren and I managed to clear out all the messages and made our way to the 'office' to put our equipment away. In the close quarters of the room I couldn't decide what reeked worse; the clothes I had on or the ones that I soiled in Whipschmears's office. Well, I guess I did have virtually every type of human excretion on me somewhere. Actually I may have had them all because the last overflowed men's room stall I cleaned I backed into something sticky on the door. "Well Sir, it was nice working with you today," said Dagwood as he stuck a few straws in his nose and left. I dumped my bucket in the sink and headed out when the pager went off. "You have...one...new message...in which...one...is marked 'urgent'." I hit the button to retrieve the message and a voice I had heard before came on. It was Fuchs. "Hey, Sweetwalker, the copier on twelve just died. Let's go pencilhead!" Wonderful. * * * I finally managed to unjam the copier that Fuchs fucked up and headed home around eight o'clock. By then my clothes had dried and were as stiff as cardboard. All I wanted to do was get a shower and get something to eat, preferably something other than fish parmesan. I walked up to the front door, unlocked it and entered. There in the middle of the living room floor was a present from my dog Jack and a mighty present it was rising majestically nearly six inches from the carpet. The saddest part about that moment was that I didn't even smell it. My own stench was drowning it out. "Priscilla?" I yelled up the stairs for my daughter. "Priscilla, why is there a pile of dog shit the size of a Studebaker on the floor down here? Don't you know how to let the dog out?" There was no response. That's when I noticed that Jack was sleeping on the forbidden sofa. He lifted his head and looked at me like I should keep my voice down while he was resting. "What's that?" I asked him, pointing to the mammoth pile on the carpet. He yawned, jumped off the couch, and waddled over to his gift to the world and sniffed it. Then he lifted his head to look at me and wagged his tale. "What, are you proud of it or something? Look at that!" I said, trying to reason with him. "Did you eat a whole bag of Dog Chow or something?" He started sniffing my clothes and lifted his leg. "Oh no you don't!" I said, grabbing him by the collar and ushering him out into the back yard. "Priscilla!" I shouted up the stairs again. Well, it was Friday night. She was probably at the mall with her friends. Since her Mother left six years ago, she's gone from 'My Little Girl' to a full grown sixteen-year-old. Damn, they grow up fast! As I entered the kitchen to get the cleaning stuff, I noticed that Jack had also been garbage hunting. The can had been full that morning and the kid was supposed to empty it on the way out to school today. When I dragged her out this morning I completely forgot about it. It was empty now alright. I waded through the trash until I could get to the sink and the cleaning supplies underneath. Thirty minutes later the floor in the kitchen was clean and the pyramid in the living room was removed. I decided it was time for a shower but I wanted to know where Priscilla was. I called the cell phone I let her use. It rang three times. Then she answered. "What?" "Priscilla?" "Oh, hi Dad, what's up?" "Where are you?" "I'm at the mall...will you stop that!...I'm staying at Kim's tonight, okay?" "Did you eat, honey?" "Yeah, I'm fine...will you stop it!...I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." "What's going on?" I asked as the line went dead. Well at least she was having a good time. I shucked my clothes and got in the shower. I turned on the water and shivered as I waited for the hot water to work its way from the heater to the spigot. It didn't. When I waited long enough for my balls to turn blue I turned the water off and headed to the hot water closet. The red trip light was on. I hit the reset button and it sputtered and spit but the thing wouldn't come on. I memorized the emergency number that was on it and dripped my way to the kitchen to call them. "Could someone be home somewhere between eight am Monday and six pm Wednesday?" Yeah, someone could if I wanted to keep the kid home from school or resign from my new position. I got back in the shower and froze my ass off. Afterward I grabbed a robe and headed to the fridge. Somewhere in the twenty-four hours since the last time I had opened it, the thing got stuck on defrost. The blast of hot air and smell of sour milk that accosted me as I opened the door ensured that I would be calling out tonight. I checked my wallet for cash and found five bucks. The kid must have scalped me when I wasn't looking. Maybe I would have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead. I went to the cupboard and found a post-it note stuck there in Priscilla's handwriting. "Shopping list: Cereal, tuna, peanut butter, jelly, bread, milk, eggs, pasta, rice, potatoes, soda..." Wonderful. I looked at the time and it was nearly eleven. I decided to skip dinner and headed into the den to check my e-mail. As I booted up the computer a naked Elvis started dancing across the monitor and sang a song about how all my files were being erased from the hard drive. '...I'm all shook up...' I watched as one by one, all the icons disappeared off my desktop. When the song ended, the computer shut off. After that, all I got was a blue screen when I booted the thing. All my files and pictures of my kid stored there were gone. Shit! I went into the living room and turned on the TV, hoping to find something I wanted to watch, but it was a bad night. Everything that looked interesting I had already seen. I went to the video case and pulled out my favorite movie and popped it into the VCR, and flopped down on Jack's forbidden sofa. Nothing happened. I got back up and pushed the buttons again and the tape ejected. I pulled it out of the machine and a long stream of tape came with it. Somewhere, the ends of the tape were hopelessly snarled inside the mechanism. Gingerly I tried to coax the tape out of the jaws of the thing, but it wouldn't let go. After fifteen minutes of this, I decided to go ahead and snap the tape. I could always tape the ends back together. As I fiddled with it, I dropped the cassette itself and it shattered on the floor, spilling tape all over the rug. "Looks like Dorothy's going to be stuck in Oz a lot longer than she planned," I groused to myself. I went to my bookcase and pulled one out that I had read sometime before. I went to my room to read in bed when I noticed an odor. My nose had been accosted enough during the day to cancel out many things, but I knew what this stink was. The cat sprayed something in the room. I looked around sniffing this and that and found that she had gotten both my spread and pillows. I pulled both off the bed and tossed them out into the garage to be dealt with later, but when I went back to the room to read, the smell was still strong in the air. I couldn't take it. I went back out into the living room, let Jack back in and decided to sleep on the couch. I laid down and closed my eyes. The cat jumped up and curled beside me. Jack laid next to the couch under my dangling arm. God, this day sucked. My stomach growled as I pushed all the crap that happened today out of my mind and allowed myself to believe that everything would work out tomorrow. As my pets purred and snored next to me, I fell asleep. The phone rang. I answered it. "Hello, Dad? I'm at the police station..." "Wonderful." Wonderful Awakening Our third "session" was an attempt to explore Lisa's fantasy of having someone break into her home and attack her. I've never been one for non-consensual sex, even in a role-playing capacity, but after our experiences to date thought it might be an interesting experiment. We made plans the evening prior… Lisa leaving the key to her front door just inside a down spout's drain. I arrived at 5:10 in the morning, still dark and a bit chilly. I left my coat and hat in the car to facilitate as quiet and efficient an entry as possible. Lisa lived in a second story apartment and the stairs to her place were creaky to say the least. Her door squeaked mercilessly, making me fear that I had given myself away… or worse, waking one of her sons asleep in the second bedroom. Leaving the door slightly ajar, I walked as softly as possible but the floor continued to announce my arrival to any who were awake. I moved slowly enough, though, to realize that all the noise seemed to be absorbed in the stillness of the room. I stood motionless in the center of the front room and could hear Lisa slide within her sheets in a manner which convinced me she was still sound asleep. I had been in her apartment once before and even though it was dark knew the short way to her bedroom easily. I decided to move swiftly. I took the five or six steps quickly, landing at her bedside. She was laying face down on a pillow and just starting to realize something was happening. Without losing any momentum I tossed the covers off of her with my left hand and just about jumped on top of her… quickly sliding one hand to cover her mouth, the other firmly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back a bit. I whispered in a gruff voice for her not to make a peep. It was the first words I had spoken that day and my throat wasn't at all clear… it didn't even sound like me! I could sense Lisa trying to evaluate whether or not she knew exactly who was in the room with her. Releasing Lisa's hair, I slid my right hand down and rapidly undid my pants and was simultaneously forcing her legs apart with my knees. Pushing my jeans and boxers down my thighs, I grabbed my cock and urgently stuffed it into her dry pussy. She moaned with a fearful pleasure. As ordered, Lisa was wearing the leather collar (with silver letters spelling SLAVE in the front) I had given her the week before. Giving up my grip around her mouth I grabbed the collar where it was snapped at the back of her neck. With a slight twist of my fist I could tighten the collar restricting voice… and breathing if desired. This allowed me to balance myself on my knees, pounding her now dampening pussy. With my hand still gripping the collar I did a one armed push up raising my torso above her. I pulled out a rubber from my shirt pocket with my free hand, ripping it open with my teeth. I pulled my thrombosed cock out of her quickly donned the condom. With the final roll of my hand, the latex tight over my cock I wrapped my index finger and thumb around it's shaft and guided it straight into her oh-so-tight ass. Slowly, I could feel my head push it's way inside... turning into a feeling of almost being pulled in once the ridge made it past her anal muscles. As tempting as it was to slightly pull out and play with her anus with the ridge of my head this way… I opted to continue the pressure… moving slower… all the way, until my butt muscles were so clenched and I couldn't go one millimeter further. During all this, Lisa was emitting a whimpering moan. I started gyrating, then pumping. Lisa's moan became louder and I took both hands and slid them around her, reaching for her nipples. I greedily grabbed both breasts, digging my nails into them. Pulling them apart my fingers making their way to Lisa's nipples. Once there, I pinched as hard as I could muster between my thumb and index fingers. At this, Lisa squealed with pleasure - which was met with the simple command of "Silinece". She did. Her nipples slipped between my fingers and I repeated this a few times, all the while pumping my stiff cock into her ass. But something wasn't right. I wasn't feeling like I was demonstrating as much control as I'd desired. I rolled off her and landed on my feet at bedside. Flipping her over and onto her back, I swung her legs towards me… placing each foot against the wall just behind my back. Pulling off my condom, I grabbed each of her thighs and pulled her towards me, sliding my cock into her now juice-dripping cunt. Both hands around her throat, she started softly chanting, "fuck me, fuck me". This was met with my backhand lightly slapping her across her face and a harsh whisper between my teeth to shut the fuck up. I had never in my life slapped a woman in the face and wasn't sure how I felt about just doing it. So I tried it again… firmer and with an open hand. I made a mental note to explore this type of punishment in the future. I didn't like her looking at me so I pushed her head to the side, leaving my hand on the side of her face to hold her head down. But again, I wasn't getting the friction I needed. So, I swung her hundred eighty degrees around with her head landing over the side of the bed… allowing me to straddle her face with my legs. I reached down with both hands and grabbed some hair. Pivoting my hips back and forth I fucked her mouth, each thrust diving my cock as far down her throat as possible. It was the first time I actually made Lisa gag… making her attempt to retract her head, turning it, and pushing my cock out. That did not please me one bit. With a firmer grip on her hair I again slid my cock into her mouth… making her gag once every four or five thrusts… But I still wasn't even close to cumming and I had to start thinking about getting to work and getting out of there before any kids woke up. Once again, I flipped her over and started fucking her ass sans raincoat. I could feel her sphincter tighten around my cock, loosening a bit when the throbbing ridge of my head pulled all but out. I launched a pounding butt fucking rampage only slowing when I felt I was about to blow my load. I stopped short then slowly slid as deep into her as I could and let fire what felt like a quart of cum. I told her not to move as I used her pillowcase to clean myself off, pull up my pants and headed for the door. Just as I closed the door, I could hear her eldest son wake shouting he was freezing cold. I wiped the sweat from my brow, smiled, and headed in for work.