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The Proposition

By: Scoob



It was about 9 p.m. one Friday evening. I was headed home from yet another late night at the law firm at which I work as a legal aide. I was walking through one of Washington D.C.'s upscale restaurant and bar areas. I noticed two women walking up the sidewalk towards me. Both were well dressed, perfectly made up and walked with the confidence of Washington's typical well-paid, well-educated, over-achieving powerful elite. One had striking long blonde hair. The other had stylishly-cut, short brown hair. I watched them as they approached. As they neared, I noticed that in addition to their well-tailored business suits and perfect shoes, they both were extraordinarily attractive and had to be hiding beautiful bodies beneath their business clothes.

Just as we were about to pass, I was knocked out of my mesmerized stupor when I heard the brown-haired one say under her breath, "How about that one?" 

The blonde very quickly looked me up and down, her eyes flashing, and imperceptibly nodded and said, "Yep."

With that, the women stopped about five feet in front of me, blocking my progress down the sidewalk. Both women were looking right at me as I approached, stopped and said somewhat sheepishly, "Hello?...." The brown haired woman spoke first. She was direct and talked quickly, as if she was in a hurry. 

"We have a business proposition for you. We would like to hire you to work for us for 24 hours, starting Saturday at noon and continuing until Sunday at noon. If you agree, we will pay you $5,000, cash."

Well, this was interesting, I thought. 

She continued, "We want you to be at our every beck and call. This means you must do whatever we ask of you. Nothing we will ask will entail anything illegal, dangerous or against your will. However, I want to be clear. For those 24 hours, you will do what we say. You will wear what we ask you to wear. If we want you naked, you will be naked. If we ask you to serve us wine and crackers, you will do so. If we ask you to visit the grocery store to buy a gallon of milk, you will do so. Anything we ask of you, you will do. Should you be asked to do something that you are not comfortable doing, you may opt not to complete the task. In that event, we will give you $1,000 and you may leave. If you decide to serve us for the full 24 hours, you will be given 50 $100 bills at noon on Sunday and we will go our separate ways. Interested?"

When she finished talking, I managed to get out, "I am interested." I assumed the discussion would continue from there, but the blonde pulled out a piece of paper from her purse, handed it to me and off they went, heels clicking on the brick sidewalk, well-proportioned hips swaying in tasteful, but well-fitting business skirts.

I looked down on the paper. It had the name, suite number and address of an upscale downtown hotel. The only other writing on the paper was, "Noon. Tomorrow."

The Great Unknown

I stuck the paper in my pocket and began to replay our one-sided conversation over and over again in my head. What was this all about? The sexual overtones of their proposal were unmistakable. How smart was it to even consider this? As I worked to reason my way through the pros and cons of actually showing up, I knew in the back of my mind there is no way I wouldn't show up. I believed the brunette when she said I could walk away anytime. This might be very, very interesting.

Saturday morning I went through my usual morning routine. I was very anxious with anticipation of what my afternoon and evening would hold. To calm my anxiety, I took a good long run along the National Mall. Once back home, I showered, put on my usual Saturday uniform, jeans, t-shirt and a causal dress shirt, and off I went for my short-term job.

Once at the hotel, my heart was really beating hard. What would they ask me to do? Did they just want someone to wait on them hand and foot? Give them massages? Take out their trash?

I knocked on the door of suite 900, one of two doors on the ninth and top floor of the hotel. The brunette answered the door. She was again well dressed. This time in a casual summer skirt and linen shirt tied at the waist. "Come in. Thanks for coming," she said.

With that, I entered an amazing top floor suite. Big windows provided unobstructed views of Washington's landmarks, the Potomac River and seemingly thousands of roof tops across the city. The suite was huge. A big sitting room gave way to a kitchen and what must have been two bedrooms.

The brunette took me by the hand and walked me toward the kitchen where I could see the blonde getting something out of the refrigerator. My name is Kara," said the brunette. "This is Suz," she said pointing at the blonde.

I introduced myself as I accepted a seltzer water offered by Suz.

"Here's the deal. It's just about noon. Once noon rolls around, you are ours. You will be our servant in every way. Anything we ask, you comply. Anything we request, you do. Agreed?"

"Agreed," I replied.

They looked at each other, smiled and said in unison, "Okay."

The digital clock on the microwave turned from 11: 59 to 12:00.

"Alright," the blonde said. "You're ours."

Orders are Orders

Kara turned to me and gave me my first instructions. "Go through the door over there to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Take a shower, brush your teeth and shave. In addition to your standard grooming routine, we want you to do something special. We want to you to shave a little more than you usually do. When you come out of the bathroom, you will have shaved your balls, and the area from beneath your balls to just above your asshole. We want that area to be nice and tidy and as smooth as my legs." As she said this, she took my hand and put it on her raised knee.

You will find a brand new safety razor, a can of gel shaving cream, a hand mirror and some hand lotion to soothe the skin. When you are done, put on the white robe and come back out here. Leave all your clothes in the basket underneath the sink. See you soon."

With that, I headed into the bathroom to complete my first task. Twenty minutes later I was done. My balls were hairless and smooth as Kara's knee. I must say, shaving down there turned me on immensely. I even found a pair of small scissors in the medicine cabinet which I used to trim by pubic hairs nice and short. Things down their were looking awfully nice and neat.

I put on the robe and headed back out to the living room. Kara and Suz were sitting on couches talking. The TV was on, but neither were watching it. "Would you please go into the kitchen and bring us each a glass of white wine?" Kara asked. Well, it was my job to be responsive so off I went to the kitchen to fetch those two lovely women glasses of wine.

As I was pouring the wine, I heard Suz call out from the living room, "See that hook on the back of the kitchen door?" 

"Yes," I replied.

"That's where you should leave the robe before you come back out."

"Holly shit," I thought. Maybe I'm not up to this. Well, I'm not turning back now. I picked up the wine glasses, put them on a platter I found on the counter, took off my robe, hung it on the hook and looked down at my nakedness and wondered where this was headed. With thoughts swirling in my head I padded out of the kitchen and into the living room holding the platter with the wine glasses as if I were a waiter. The only difference was my totally exposed body was out there for everyone to see. I walked over to Kara and Suz and handed each a glass of wine and dropped the platter down to my side. "Stand there and let us look at you, " Suz said.

"Come over here," Suz said with a toss of her blonde hair. As I stood before her, she reached up and took my dick in her hand. It immediately got hard. She lifted it up and looked closely at it. She ran a hand under my balls and licked her lips. "Feels very, very smooth, Kara," she said. 

"Let me check the rest of him to make sure he complied with our exact order," Kara said. I walked over to Kara. "Turn around," she said. I turned around. "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks." Wow, this was getting serious in a hurry, I thought. I did as she ordered. She slowly ran a finger down my ass crack, pausing to encircle my anus with her index finger before tracing a line down to the base of my balls. As I was bent over, hands on knees, I looked up at Suz. She was smiling and intently looking into my eyes. I swear she had the most wicked, excited look on her face. This was going to be quite a day.

New Experiences, New Toys

Still standing there, hands on knees, I watched as Suz leaned over and picked up her purse and began fishing for something. Before I knew it, she pulled out a bright red butt plug and a bottle of some sort of lube. I had never had anything more than, maybe, the end of my finger in my ass before. This was nuts. Suz stood up and walked over behind me and gave the plug and lube to Kara.

"Kara has a thing for men's asses," she said. Before I could think of some clever remark, I felt a cold liquid begin running down my ass crack, followed quickly be Kara's expert touch. She worked the lube into my asshole, easily slipping her finger in, well past her knuckle it seemed. Next thing I knew, I could feel the end of the butt plug up against my asshole. Kara began gently pushing it into me. First, the narrow tip entered, slowly easing past the first set of sphincter muscles. From there the plug gradually widened down to the base. Just before the base, the plug narrowed again, providing a rounded ridge enabling one to hold it inside. As Kara pushed it slowly into me, my erection seemed to grow even harder. Suz reached out and took my cock in her hand. "Just relax," she said. 

Kara then withdrew the butt plug. "I'm going to put some more lube on it. I'll put it in all the way this time Once it's in, you just use your butt muscles to hold it there until we tell you it's okay to take it out. She then again put the slippery butt plug up against my anus and began sliding it in. As she worked the wider parts of the plug into my ass, I squirmed a bit, but eventually it slid all the way in and the narrow area at the base gave me some comfort. Wow, I felt full and turned on. Suz pulled a pair of men's thong-type underwear out of her purse. This skimpy garment, I guess, was designed for the exact purpose the women had in mind -- holding in a butt plug. A strip of material ran up the butt cheeks, but there was no pouch to hold one's cock. "Put these on. They will help hold the plug in your ass," she said. I did as I was told.

The underwear looked a bit ridiculous since there was no pouch to contain my raging hard-on.

Nonetheless, I stood up, put my hands on my hips as if to say, "Okay, what next."

"We are going to go take showers and get ready to go out. We'll have some clothes for you, but just stay like that for now. In fact, see that hard dining room chair over there by the window? Turn that chair toward the window and have a seat. The hard chair should push that butt plug nice and far up your ass. Enjoy. We'll call you when we need you. 

A few minutes later, I heard the water running. About ten minutes later, Suz called out. "Kevin, would you please come in here." 

As I entered her bathroom, I saw Suz sitting on the back edge of a bathtub, knees apart, with her feet in the water. She looked amazing. Totally nude and sporting a dream body. Narrow waist. Full, round breasts. Shapely legs. What a sight! She was holding a can of shaving cream and a razor. "Seeing you so nice and smooth made me want my pussy nice and smooth too. I want you to do it for me. Suz already had trimmed her pubes very short. She must have used the same scissors I had used earlier. 

Okay, what do you want me to do?" I asked. "Shave it all off," she replied. "All of it?" I asked. "Yes, all of it."

Quick-witted and Razor Sharp

I stepped up to the edge of the bathtub and climbed in and squatted in the water between her legs. My face was right in front of her pussy. I could make our her pussy lips clearly. They were moist. I could tell she either had been masturbating or was just darn turned on. I sprayed some shaving cream into my hand and began to rub it into her nicely trimmed pubes.

With my first touch, she moaned ever so slightly and spread her legs a bit further apart. I looked up at her face and she was intently watching my hand lather up her pubic hair. Her right hand was massaging her left breast and pinching her hard nipple. I carefully rubbed the shaving cream into the areas around her pussy lips and between her pussy and asshole.

Now that she was all lathered up and noticeably turned on, I took the razor in hand, wet it in the bath water I was sitting in and drew my first path through the shaving cream. I started a few inches below her belly button, going with the grain, and began painstakingly shaving her pussy bare.

Once all the pubic hair above her pussy was removed, I began tackling the pussy lips. This area required much more care. I used my free hand to hold each lip in order to access all the nooks and crannies in which hairs were hiding. With that done, I moved on to the perineum area. I got as much of the hair as I could, but I could tell there were some wayward strands that her sitting position didn't allow me to get. I told her so.

"Here, let me get in a better position for you," she muttered.

She stood up, turned around and bent over exposing her ass and pussy to me. She bent over further and put her hands on the back of the bath tub. I looked up and marveled at the bounty spread before me. I gazed around her hips, looking up at her dangling breasts. They moved gently as she shifted her weight. "How's that?" she asked.

Man, how was that? Incredible, I thought.

I sprayed some more shaving cream into my hand and began spreading it around my new target shaving area. I carefully spread it around her asshole. I then again took the razor in hand and using my free hand spread her butt cheeks apart and positioned the razor to get all the hairs around her perfect pink asshole. 

Once done, I cupped my hands and scooped up some water to wash the remaining shaving cream remnants from her perfect and hair-free ass crack. "Done," I said.

"Oh, you are, are you?" she asked. "I want you to make sure it's as smooth as you think it is. The only real way to be sure is the tongue test. Run your tongue over all the places you just shaved and make sure there is no itchy razor stubble. Start right here," she said as she ran her finger down her ass crack and stopped with her index finger touching her asshole.

I leaned forward, put my hands on her hips and put my nose in her ass crack and ran my tongue around her clean, and if I do say so myself, razor stubble-free asshole. "Ummmm, keep doing that 'til I tell you to stop."

I flicked my tongue around her asshole a few more minutes until she said, "Okay, that was nice. Please continue your check." She turned back around and, still standing, put one foot up on the edge of the tub and said, "Go."

I looked up and her bald pussy was right there in front of my face. Her exposed pussy lips were full and just a little pulled back with excitement. The whole area glistened with wetness. I put one hand on her knee and the other on the edge of the tub and moved my face right up to her crotch. I licked her from bottom to top, paying special attention to the little hood right at the top of her pussy. I flicked her clit for a bit as she began to quiver and moan. Realizing I had better finish my stubble check, I inserted a finger inside her and continued running my tongue over the rest of her pubic area, finding no rough spots. With my finger still gently massaging the insides of her pussy, she looked down, eyes flashing with lust, and said, "Thank you. You did a good job. Before I dismiss you, let me check that butt plug. 

I got out of the tub, turned around with my butt facing her and bent over with my hands on the toilet seat. She pulled aside the strip of material running up my ass crack and pushed the butt plug in as far as it would go. "Good, it's still in place." She then pulled it all the way out. "Let's change butt plugs. Hold on, stay right there," she said with a sly smile. She went to the medicine cabinet and removed a new butt plug. This one was a bit bigger, but not alarmingly so. She grabbed a tube of lube and slathered it all over the new plug. She walked back behind me and put the tip up against my asshole and slid it slowly back in place. A familiar full feeling swept over me. My dick was still as hard as a rock, and now uncomfortably so. "That wasn't so difficult. Your asshole is getting into shape. That bodes well for later. Now go back out to the living room until one of us calls you again," she ordered.

Bodes well for later? What was that all about? Those thoughts and mental imagery of her bare pussy centimeters from my face consumed me as I walked, nearly completely naked, back to the living room and my hard chair.

A Night Out on the Town?

Perhaps 15 minutes later, Kara, the brunette, called me and asked me to come back to the bedroom on the left side of the hall. When I entered, I saw both women standing there. Surprisingly, Kara also had a bald pussy. What a sight! Kara's breasts were smaller than Suz's, but perfectly shaped and well-proportioned for her tall and lean body. They were holding hands.

Suz stepped behind Kara and reached around and cupped her pert breasts. Kara said, "We're going out and need your help getting dressed. We both have laid out a set of clothes that you are to help us put on." As she was speaking that last sentence, I noticed Suz had slid one hand between Kara's butt cheeks and was playing with her pussy. Needless to say, my dick was again hard as a rock and standing at attention as I stared dumbfounded at these beautiful nude women.

I peeled my eyes away from the action around Kara's pussy and noted the two sets of clothes nicely laid out on the bed. "Me first," Kara said.

I walked over to the bed and picked up a pair of tiny leopard print thong panties. When I say tiny, I guess I mean extremely skimpy. The front triangle was barely enough to hide Kara's beautiful pussy. I picked them up, feeling their silky softness, knelt down and held them at calf level for Kara to step into. Just as she was stepping into the first leg hole, she reached down and ran a finger up her wet, bare pussy. Just teasing me, I guess. She then lifted her other leg and I put the other leg hole over her foot and began pulling them up over her thighs and into place with a very thin strip of material running up her ass and the tiny triangle of material barely covering her pussy. 

I looked over at Suz and she was watching me dress Kara and gently rubbing her clit in slow, circular motions. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue seemed to be continuously licking her lips.

Kara pointed toward the bed and said, "Okay, now the stockings."

I then reached over to the bed and grabbed a pair of thigh-high stockings, the kind with elastic at the top of the stocking designed to allow them to stay up by themselves. I bunched the stockings up and slipped each one over Kara's feet and worked them slowly up her thighs. The black, sheer stockings came to just above mid-thigh. She looked incredibly sexy with the thigh-highs and skimpy leopard print g-string. Still kneeling on the floor, I reached over a grabbed a short black skirt and held it for her to step into. I pulled it up to her waist and buttoned the side button. The skirt came down to just above the stocking tops. I was sure the stocking tops would show when she walked, or certainly when she sat down and crossed her legs.

I stood up and went to grab the shirt she had selected, a light, white silk shirt. There was no bra, so I started to walk behind her with the shirt. She stopped me and ordered me to lick and suck on her nipples. I planted my face between her breasts and began to pay close attention to each one. With erect nipples pointing straight out, she told me to stop and resume getting her dressed.


The Proposition



I held up the shirt and slipped it over her shoulders, came around and buttoned it up. I grabbed the tasteful mid-heeled shoes and slipped them over her feet. She was dressed.

I looked over at Suz. She was massaging her breasts with both hands as she got up from the bed and stood next to a chair where her clothes were draped.

Dressing Suz didn't take long. I think she was eager to get moving. She opted out of wearing panties and, like Kara, passed on wearing a bra. All Suz wore was a pair of black heeled shoes, a black mini-skirt, a bit shorter than Kara's, a tight white knit sweater that exposed her belly button when she swayed her hips while walking. Easy, and sexy. "Let's get him something to wear and get out of here," Suz said.

All three of us walked into the other bedroom and Kara went over to a dresser and got some sort of clothes out of a drawer. She turned around and held up relatively small pair of black jogging shorts and white running top with a zippered neck.

"Put these on," she said.

She handed the shorts to me and I held them up and began putting them on. I noticed immediately that the underwear lining the shorts must originally have had had been removed. Once on, I looked down and was painfully aware that the shorts left very little to the imagination. One couldn't actually see my cock, but there would be no doubt to any passer-by that I was flying free behind a very thin layer of polyester material. "I don't know about going out in public like this," I said. "Relax, we won't be going out anywhere in the city, or anywhere else there is any chance of seeing someone we know." I put on the shirt and we were off.

Into the Great Unknown

We left the suite and headed down in the elevator. As soon as the door shut, Suz said, "Get on your knees right here," she said pointing at an area right in front of where she was standing. I did as I was told. Suz then hoisted up her skirt and said, "Lick me until we get to the garage level." I moved into position and began licking her pussy. She was still moist from her masturbation session and tasted quite good. As I was licking Suz, Kara went behind me and pushed on the butt plug. "Good, still in place."

As the elevator beeped indicating our ride to the garage had been completed, I quickly stood up and wiped my face with my hand just as the door opened and we stood facing an older man and what I presumed was his wife. I dropped my hands in an attempt to cover my erection, as the relatively flimsy shorts I was asked to wear left little to the imagination. I smiled sheepishly and stepped around them as I followed Kara and Suz to their car.

Once in the car, I asked where we were going. "Baltimore," Kara said. And on we went, first through the chaos of in-town traffic, then out to the relative peace of the Baltimore-Washington Parkway. Once we hit cruising speed on the parkway, Suz turned around and told me to remove my shorts until we reached our destination. As I was sitting in the back seat, I didn't see the harm. I handed my shorts to Suz and sat there with my lower half, save for a ridiculous pair of crotchless thong underwear, exposed to the world, again.

"Make yourself hard," Kara called back with a giggle. I took my dick in my right hand and began to massage it. It didn't take long before it was at full mast again. I don't think I've ever had this many erections for this length of time without relief. This was getting uncomfortable.

"Keep it hard until we get to our first stop," she ordered.

Meanwhile, we drove in relative silence for the 30 or so miles between Washington and Baltimore. My only diversion aside from the erection in my hand and the trees whizzing by at 70 miles per hour were the brief moments when Suz would lift her shirt and expose her breasts to anyone driving by who happened to glance over at her. She was very nonchalant about it. She would just hike up her shirt and sit there. I watched a few passing drivers to see if they noticed, but mostly I would try and keep my eyes on Suz's fine tits. It helped me maintain my hard-on.

Finally we entered the city. We wound our way through what seemed a not-so-great part of town until we, at last, pulled into a parking lot and stopped. "Okay, you can leave that gorgeous cock of yours alone now," Kara said. "Put on your shorts and let's go inside."\

Once out of the car, I realized we were at some sort of sex superstore. This was not one of those seedy sex shops one sees at the outskirts of town along a highway. This was a department store-quality place. The women straightened their clothes and each took one of my hands in theirs and we walked inside. The place was bright, well organized and stocked with just about every sexual toy, video, DVD and other related gear you could imagine.

"Go have a look around, Suz and I are going to do some shopping," Kara said. I began to wander around, trying hard to keep an eye on what section the two women were perusing. I half-heartedly browsed through the DVDs and looked at the rows and rows of butt plugs, dildos and other assorted fantasy items. To my amusement, I saw the exact butt plug that I currently had up my ass - $14.95.

As I was looking through the skin mags and beginning to reignite my hard-on, Suz came over and said, "Come over here, we need your opinion on something."

I followed her over, much to my chagrin, to the leather section. Kara was there, comparing several different leather items. As I got closer, it appeared she was looking at some sort of leather underwear. On closer inspection, it became clear she was looking at a woman's leather thong designed to hold a dildo in place. I wondered why in the world she was looking at these things. What was I for if she wanted to use a strap-on dildo with Suz?

"We want your opinion on which of these dildos you like best," Kara said pointing at a shelf with a wide variety of shapes, sizes and colors. "I don't know anything about these things," I protested. "What works best for you?" "This isn't for me, or for Suz," she said. "It's for you." I looked at her quizzically. "Why do you think you've been wearing that butt plug? We needed to get your butthole nice and loose so we can fuck you up your ass." I was surprised by her language, but felt my dick tingle a bit and noticed the beginnings of yet another erection.

After hemming and hawing a few seconds, I pointed to a somewhat curved, not-too-thick, flesh-colored silicon cock. "I reckon that one will do it." Kara grabbed it off the shelf, selected her dildo-ready leather thong and reached down and rubbed my cock through my thin shorts and off we went to the check-out counter, me trying to conceal my reawakened hard-on. Unnatural Acts in Nature

Back in the car, we headed back toward the B-W Parkway and to D.C., I presumed. About halfway there, Kara took an exit and seemed to be following the signs to a state forest reserve. A few miles down the road, she pulled into a small, empty parking lot surrounded by trees. A sign illuminated by the headlights announced a trailhead and pointed the way to a mile-long paved loop trail.

"Let's go for a walk," Suz said.

We all got out of the car, shut the doors and were quickly enveloped by near-complete darkness. Suz turned to me and said, "You can lose the shirt and shorts. No one is out here." I looked over at Kara to verify the order. She nodded and looked impatient.

I stepped out of the shorts and pulled the shirt off over my head. Next, off came the silly thong underwear. The exposure to the warm night air sent my dick, once again, into an erection. Suz reached down and took it in her hand and gave it a few pumps. I had to concentrate to keep the butt plug from slipping out. "Come here," she said as she turned toward the front of the car and gently led me by my dick. She then slid up onto the hood of the car, spread her legs and hiked up her skirt. "Let's give you a bit of relief, but you must keep that plug up your ass." Still holding onto my dick, she pulled me up between her legs, positioned the head of my cock at the entry to her beautiful, shaved pussy and rubbed it up and down her now-moist slit. With the head of my cock sufficiently coated in her juices, I leaned forward and my dick slipped inside her. Man, did it feel good, standing their naked as a jaybird fucking a gorgeous woman on the hood of a car in the outside in the middle of nowhere.

Just as I was reliving my good fortune, she pushed me backwards, ending our fuck session as quickly as it began. "We'll finish later," she said as she licked her lips, closed her legs and hopped off the hood of the car. "Come on, let's go for a walk." 


Standing there, almost in shock, my cock still wet with her juices, I was dumbfounded and incredibly horny. I fell in behind Suz and Kara, noticing Kara was carrying the bag from the sex shop. As soon as we got 100 feet or so inside the woods, the women paused and quickly stepped out of their skirts and pulled off their shirts and stuck them behind a large tree, just off the paved trail, and started walking again.

From my vantage point behind them, I was witness to quite a sight. Two beautiful asses, gently swaying back and forth with every step. Suz, completely naked, and Kara with that skimpy leopard-print g-string. Every once in a while, one of them would turn ever-so-slightly to look at something and I would catch a glimpse of the side of their breasts. Inspiring, indeed.

"You've seen enough. Get up here and walk in front of us so we can watch that ass of yours," Kara said. My voyeur session was over, for now. Time to take the point.

As I walked ahead of the women, I could feel their eyes watching my every step. I glanced back a time or two to confirm those suspicions. Sure enough, they were fixated on my backside as I marched down the path. After about 10 minutes, we came to a wooden deck with rails and benches overlooking what must have been a marsh or river. "This will do," Kara said. "Stop here." "Have a seat."

Kara sat down a bench opposite me and Suz came up and stood there in front of me. I was highly aware of being completely naked. I continued squeezing my sphincter muscles trying to keep the butt plug in place. "You can take that thing out of your ass now," she said. I released my muscles and let it slide out. I grabbed it by its base and carefully set it on one of the nearby rails. "Now, get on your knees and lick my pussy," Suz ordered. Once again, I found myself staring right at her smooth and wet pussy. I proceeded to plant my nose right at about clit level. I opened my mouth wide, sucking in as much of her pussy lips as possible and running my tongue the length of her special place. In return I got a mouth full of her juices. I swallowed and continued licking, occasionally pausing to rapidly flick my tongue on her clit. This maneuver was rewarded with tightening muscles and coos from Suz.

I kept at it as her muscles continued to tighten and release, tighten and release. Her coos became throaty moans. As I licked, her fingers locked onto the wooden bench. Finally, with muscles taught, she released and began to gently buck as her moans came faster. Reaching orgasm, her muscles relaxed and her hands moved over to either side of my head and she gently pulled me up from between her legs. I stood up and looked at her all splayed out before me. I took one step back from between her knees, still looking down at her naked body, her breasts moving up and down with each deep breath. Ahhh, my handiwork. Another satisfied customer.

Before I could feel too cocky, Kara came up next to me and made clear she and Suz were still very much in charge. "Get over there by that railing," she ordered. I glanced over at her as I moved toward the railing along the water's edge. She had removed her leopard-print g-string and replaced it with the leather thong from the sex shop. Not only that, but she had the flesh-colored dildo inserted through a specially-designed hole in the front of the leather garment. It pointed menacingly straight out. I have to admit, I chuckled a bit at seeing it. She was, of course almost completely naked, so it was still rather sexy, but come on, it was a woman with a fake penis.

Kara must have noticed my smirk. She expressed her displeasure at my amusement and ordered me to bend over with my hands on the middle rail of the railing. I did as I was told. I was beginning to wonder what I was in for. This whole female infatuation with my asshole was a new thing for me. Kara flipped the top off a bottle of lube and squirted a big glob onto the fingertips of her right hand. She reached out and slathered a generous amount around my asshole. She used her fingers to explore and ensure adequate lubrication inside and out. She inserted first her middle finger, removed it and then carefully slid in her middle finger and index finger together. She inserted them slowly, so it didn't hurt, but it was certainly a tight fit. Deciding my ass was ready, she turned her attention to the dildo protruding from her crotch. She squirted another generous helping of lube on her fingertips and another onto the dildo itself. She coated the entire thing with the shiny liquid and prepared to fuck her hired hand up the ass.

So, there I was. Totally naked. In the woods. Bent over, hands on a wooden railing. Erect cock. Ready to be fucked up the ass by a hot, nearly-nude brunette while an equally hot, and completely nude, blonde woman with sizeable breasts watched. Not quite my usual 9-6 world, but much more interesting.

Kara moved forward and put the head of the dildo (the one I picked out, she kept reminding me) at the entrance to my asshole. She began to lean forward, applying pressure and forcing the silicon cock into my ass. The tip of the head seemed to enter fine. It was only a bit thicker than the second butt plug. Once past the head, Kara backed off and slowly withdrew, and started all over again. This time it slid in even easier. She kept pushing as it sank into my ass an inch or two. Again, she backed off a bit, but not all the way this time. She began applying pressure again, this time sliding it in all the way. I could feel the metal ring on the thong around the base of the dildo pushing against my ass cheeks. I knew then for certain I had taken the whole thing up my ass. Kara now began getting into it. She rocked back and forth, the dildo sliding in and out of my ass. She put her hands on my hips for leverage and kept thrusting. My rock-hard dick bounced up and down with each thrust. "Ummmmm, do you like that," Kara said with a raised voice. "Yessssssss," was all I could muster.

As all this ass pumping was going on, Suz came around and got on her knees at my side. She reached over and took my cock in her hand and began pumping it up and down Clearly, she had borrowed Kara's lube as my dick slid effortlessly in her hand. Between the rocking instigated by Kara's increasingly active doggie-style humping and stroking of my cock by Suz, I was lost in some sort of sexual euphoria. I was just about to cum when, suddenly, Suz let go of my cock. That was like having a cold bucket of water thrown on me. "Not yet, tough guy," she said.

Meanwhile, Kara's zeal was waning and her thrusts slowed down. She soon stopped with the dildo all the way up my ass and her crotch pushing against my butt cheeks. "How does that feel?" she cooed. Before I could answer, she slowly withdrew the dildo, bent down and kissed my lower back. "Umm, not bad Lover Boy." She then inserted one of her middle fingers into my now easy-to-access asshole, wiggled it around and quickly pulled it out. "Ummm, nice and loose," she said.

Oh, great, I thought. A loose asshole. Just what I always needed and wanted. I reached around and felt my asshole. I slipped in an index finger. She was right, it was much looser than before, but not unnaturally so. Whew.

Seeing me finger my own asshole, must have upped the ante for Kara. She grabbed me by the hips, turned me around and stood me up. "Now let's see what you can do with this thing," she said as she took my still slippery cock in her hand. 

One Good Turn Deserves Another

She let go of my dick and quickly removed the dildo-holding leather thong and put it back in its bag. She then grabbed Suz's hand and said, "Let's assume the position."

Together they walked to the wooden railing and bent over, putting their hands on the same rail Kara had me put my hands on. Now, two beautiful, fully-exposed asses were positioned directly before me. "Fuck us," one of them said. I heard the words, but was still staring at the two perfect backsides poised just a foot or two from my erect cock. There was enough light that I could make out two perfectly puckered, totally shaved assholes. Both of their mounds were visible and obviously moist with anticipation. 

I stepped up to Kara first, figuring I should return the favor immediately. I put the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. She reached out between her legs and grabbed a hold of it and rubbed it up and down her wet pussy lips. She then held it steady and leaned back into me and my cock easily slid in up to its hilt. Heaven. At last I could work on relieving my aching balls. I began to pump in and out, occasionally letting it slip out so I could again feel the intense pleasure of sinking my cock all the way in her magnificent cunt.

"Now, put it in my ass," Kara said as she maneuvered to halt my thrusts. I pulled my dripping wet dick out of her pussy and put the head against her smooth asshole. She bent her knees further, giving me more direct access. "Push it in," she ordered. Not wanting to fall down on the job, I pushed forward and was surprised at how easily I entered her. She pushed back, forcing my dick all the way into her ass. I felt the head of my dick push up against something deep in there. I knew she was taking all I could give her. I had never had anal sex before. This was a new sensation. Her ass was much tighter than her pussy. After just a few stokes, I was on the verge of cumming. She could tell and slowed her movement. Meanwhile, she was rapidly rubbing her clit and seemed to be on the verge of cumming herself. Just then, her gentle movement ended and she tensed up, her ass muscles squeezing my dick to a remarkable degree. She came. Once her shuddering stopped, she told me to remove my dick. I did so.

"My turn," Suz said. She was still bent over and had been watching the action with Kara from that vantage point. Seeing her available ass as I worked Kara had contributed to my near orgasm just a few seconds before. I quickly stepped behind Suz, hoping to at last be able to cum. I immediately put my dick into her pussy and began humping her doggie style. She was really into it, meeting my every stroke with her own rocking back and forth. We moved in perfect unison. She began moaning and was obviously nearing orgasm, as was I. In, out, in out. We kept moving together. Finally, I could feel that familiar welling up sensation in my crotch area. Suz's moans grew louder and her breathing grew quicker. Boom! We both came together. We stopped moving, except for the involuntary jerks of my dick as the cum shot into her pussy. I don't think I've ever released so much cum at one time in my life.

With my orgasm complete and my cock beginning to soften, Suz moved forward and let me slip out of her pussy. She reached down and ran her hand across her pussy and brought the now wet hand up to her mouth and nose. She licked her fingers and pronounced me one tasty fellow.

All three of us now were at last sexually satisfied. It felt much more odd now to be standing there totally nude in the woods on a public trail. But, with no clothes at hand, all we could do was saunter back to towards the car.

As we walked, Suz and Kara made a few lewd comments about my "sweet, naked ass" and "hot, smooth balls." That talk perked my dick up a bit again. After about 10 minutes, we arrived back at the tree were Kara and Suz stashed their clothes. They both got dressed again, leaving me standing there still totally naked. I must say, there is something incredibly sexy about an attractive, nude woman slipping on a skimpy g-string, as Kara did with her leopard print underwear. 




The Proposition



There's No Place Like Home

Back at the car, Kara and Suz got in and ordered me into the back seat. I expected them to give me back my clothes, but they didn't. When I protested, all I got in return was, "Quit whining. It's 11:30 p.m., no one is going to see you in the back seat."

Oh well, I figured as I clambered naked into the back seat, and off we went back to the B-W Parkway and on to D.C. On the ride back, I sat in the middle of the back seat, in order to better see out the windshield. Kara was driving and Suz kept looking over her left shoulder, eyeing my now-flaccid dick. "Make it hard again," she said in a surprisingly nonchalant tone.

I reached down and began gently stroking my dick. With so many amazing sexual escapes in the last 11 hours, I had plenty of mental imagery readily available to stoke the old internal sexual fires. Soon, my dick was standing straight up and I told Suz "mission accomplished."

She turned around, smiled, and positioned herself halfway into the backseat, with her chest on the console between the two front seats, hands on the backseat on either side of my hips. She opened her mouth and engulfed my cock with her mouth. She began to slide her mouth up and down on my dick as I leaned back in the seat and watched her lips encircle me. She grabbed the shaft with her right hand and continued rapidly moving up and down, pausing ever five or so strokes to encircle the head of my cock with her tongue while she cupped my shaved balls with her hand, running her long nails against the smooth skin. Before I knew it, I was on the verge of orgasm -- at 70 miles per hour, nonetheless. Just as I was starting to cum, Suz removed her mouth, but continued pumping my shaft with her hand. She positioned her fact about an inch from my cock and seemed to want me to cum on her face. Another new experience...

After a few more pumps of her hand, I let go, shooting a surprising amount of jism onto her lips, nose and cheeks. She squeezed the last drops of cum from the head of my dick, licked the last of it up and slowly took my entire cock into her mouth for one last suck. Incredible. She pushed herself back up and looked me right in the eyes, cum hanging from her nose and running down her cheeks and lips. "Lick your cum off my face, please," she ordered. I grabbed the sides of her head with both my hands and proceeded to use my tongue to clean my love juice from her face.

"How does that taste," she asked. "Not bad," I replied. She laughed and tossed me my shorts and shirt. "You can put these back on, we're almost back into town."

On to the next adventure, I thought.

When we got back to their hotel, it was just after midnight. We took the elevator back up to their suite and went in. Kara told me to take off my clothes again, as I would not be wearing anything for the rest of the night. As they headed off to their rooms to clean up and change, Suz turned and told me to get them some wine and cheese and crackers from the kitchen and have it ready in the living room when they returned.

After about 15 minutes, they both appeared from the bedrooms. Kara was now wearing a new skimpy g-string, this time a basic white cotton one. On top she wore a light, but tight-fitting white cotton camisole. Her pert breasts bounced lightly as she walked. Her nipples clearly visible through the light, white material. Suz emerged right behind Kara and presented a starkly different image than that of Kara. Suz was wearing a pair of sheer, black thigh-high stockings, no underwear and a small, tight, black push up bra that made her full breasts seem even larger. She strode out confidently on surprisingly high-heeled black shoes. The site of her hairless pussy framed by the tops of the black thigh-highs made my dick stand, again, at attention. What was all this show for? It was well after midnight.

Both women sat down in the comfy padded chairs that sat in front of a coffee table and opposite a matching regular-sized couch. Kara brought her legs up under her Indian style. Suz propped her heels on the edge of the coffee table, knees slightly apart, exposing her shaved pussy. I could clearly see her pussy lips, barely spread apart just exposing a hint of her pink insides. I stood naked in front of the coffee table shifting my gaze from the two hot women to the food and wine spread in front of us on the coffee table.

Just then, the buzzer on the suite door sounded. "Kev, please get the door," Kara said. I looked around for something to cover up with. "Don't make me ask again," Kara said. "We are expecting guests."

The Guests Have Arrived

I padded over to the door, highly aware of my complete nudity. I paused, hand on the door handle, and, finally, opened the door. Standing in the hall was a tall, attractive woman with straight blonde hair and an athletic look about her. She had her hand on the shoulder of what I assumed was her boyfriend. He was about 5-10'', a little shorter than me, with short brown hair and a casual feel about him. "Hi," they said nearly in unison with little surprise. "Come on in," I stammered, feeling as if my face must have been beet red.

The guests made their way into the living room as Kara and Suz stood up to greet them. No one commented on the naked man that opened the door, nor the revealing, sexy clothes the hostesses were wearing. I was officially introduced to Tom and Sheila. After pleasantries, Sheila asked if there was a place they could change. They were pointed in the direction of the bedrooms.

What in the world was this all about, I wondered.

Soon Tom and Sheila emerged from the back rooms. At this point, nothing would surprise me and their choice of attire seemed almost expected. Tom came out wearing a regular pair of tight white boxer-style underwear and a matching t-shirt. Sheila, on the other hand, was quite a sartorial sight. She was totally nude. Not a stitch of clothing on her. She had tied her hair up into a girlish pony tail. She had ample, round breasts that bounced as she playfully skipped behind Tom. Like Kara and Suz, she must have a thing for shaving her pussy. She had no hair down there save for a small patch about an inch above her pussy. As she entered the living room, she took each nipple between her thumbs and index fingers and gave them a pinch. Both nipples immediately stood straight up.

Once she and Tom were in the living room and playful comments about everyone's outfits were exchanged, Sheila turned to Tom and said, "Why are you wearing those clothes? Take them off." Tom muttered "Yes, mistress," and did as he was told. 

Hold on a second, I thought, Tom is in the same boat as I am. At least I didn't have to call Suz and Kara mistress!

Sheila took a seat on the couch, opposite Suz and Kara who had returned to their chairs, but not before turning them to face the head of the coffee table where Tom and I were standing, almost shoulder to shoulder.

"You both, I'm sure, have had quite an interesting night," Kara said. "But, it is only 1 a.m. There are still 11 hours to go. Don't forget that if you want to earn your full five grand, you must do as we say. If you do not, you will get your one thousand dollars and be shown the door. What we are going to request now may be beyond your comfort level. To whet your appetite and keep your adventurous side available, we are offering you each an extra two grand to stay and continue playing with us. This is, of course, contingent on your continuing to follow our orders. Are you willing to hear us out?"

"Yeah," Tom and I answered.

A Change of Pace

"Okay. Here's the game plan. We want to be spectators for a little while. You two will be the main event. Most men seem to fantasize about seeing women get it on with each other. You will see that later. But, first, we want to fulfill our fantasy. We want to see two men pleasure one another. We could, of course, get a couple of gay guys up here to show us their stuff, but that's too predictable. We want to see two straight, inexperienced guys experiment with each other. Are you game?"

Tom and I glanced at each other. I looked him up and down, pausing what seemed to be far too long, to examine his exposed loins. I immediately noticed he too must have had been asked to shave his balls. As I looked back at his eyes, I caught him giving me the same kind of once-over. "I don't know," I said. "Me either," Tom said. 

"Look, think of this as one of life's many experiences, one with a big reward. You do this for an hour or so and you get seven thousand dollars, a memorable lesbian sex show (she said with a laugh) and, who knows, you might just enjoy it. This doesn't mean you're gay. It doesn't mean you'll ever do it again. Just loosen up and go with it."

I thought about the offer, its ramifications and the payoff. Hell, why not. You only live once. "Alright, I'll give it a shot." Tom continued to hold out, hemming and hawing for about five minutes. Finally, he said, "Okay, I can use the money for next semester's grad school tuition. What the heck."

All three women smiled and Kara said, "Great!"

"Okay, Kev, since you seem so bold and raring to go," Sheila said. "Get down on your knees and give Tom a blow job." Suddenly this seemed to be spinning out of control. What had I gotten myself into. Just a minute ago, I felt so easy going and willing to give it a shot. Now, it seemed I had been slapped in the face by reality. I looked over at the women, each with extraordinary anticipation painted on her face. Suz reached over to a lamp and turned down the bright lights to create a bit more of a mood lighting feel. The dimmer lights seemed to re-up my confidence level and I began to slowly drop to my knees. As I lowered myself down, I looked up at Tom who had a stone-faced look about him.

"Come on, Kev, stop stalling," Suz said. "Get him hard and get going." She had one hand cupping her pussy, her middle finger slowly moving up and down between her shaved pussy lips. Now on my knees, I glanced over at Sheila. She had both breasts in her hands, pushing them together, releasing them and ending the movements by pinching her nipples. She kept repeating this slow pattern. Kara was leaning forward, still cross-legged, unconsciously licking her lips.

This was a new sight for me. A man's half-hard dick just inches from my face. I made tentative moves to put my hands on Tom, but each time I almost touched him, I would back off. "Take your time, Kev, just grab Tom's shaft and massage it like you would your own cock," Kara said in a calm, reassuring manner.

Finally, I got up the nerve, and put my left hand on Tom's right hip and grabbed his now hard cock with my right hand. At my touch, Tom's dick involuntarily tightened and moved as his muscles contracted. I gently pumped his shaft up and down with my closed fist. Man, this was weird. I took my left hand off his hip and cupped his shaved balls. I gently moved my hand around and felt each ball move around inside his sac. His balls were bigger than my own, but they felt surprisingly familiar.

"Okay, Kev, enough screwing around," Suz said somewhat impatiently. "Suck him off."

I looked over at her and she almost seemed to scowl. Better please the boss, I thought to myself. I straightened up to get my head at the same level as his erect cock and moved forward, my lips parted. I was pretty sure I knew what to do. After all, I know what I like and know what it takes to make me cum. Additionally, something about this forbidden action I was about to take was really turning me on. I was as hard as a rock.

I opened my mouth wide and took the head of Tom's dick in my mouth. With the head inside my mouth, I swirled my tongue around and sucked, applying pressure all around. I took it out of my mouth and began to run my tongue up and down his shaft, interrupting that movement to flick my tongue on the underside of his dick head, a place I know is super-sensitive on me.

"Lick his balls," Sheila ordered.

I turned around, leaned over backwards so I was looking straight up at his balls. I raised my head a bit and put as much of his ball sac as I could in my mouth. I ran my tongue all over the parts I had between my lips. I then released them and continued licking all around them while holding his dick out of the way with my left hand.

"Nice technique," Sheila admired. "I like that position," Suz said. "Since your so smart, and in the right vicinity, why don't you lick his asshole while you are there." Whoa! I thought. No way. Then Sheila said, "Go ahead, we just showered in the suite across the hall."

I was definitely caught up in the moment and decided to go ahead. I scooted out from between his legs and raised up on my knees, now behind him. "Bend over and put your hands on the coffee table," Kara ordered. Tom bent over as ordered. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and spread them exposing his perfect, and, once again, shaved, asshole. I noticed no odd odors, no odd stains and decided to go for broke. I planted my tongue on his pink little asshole and gave him my best ass-licking. I quickly completed that task and moved back in front of Tom and took his dick back in my mouth.

I took as much of his cock down my throat as I could handle, which to my surprise was almost all of it. Feeling adventurous, I decided to see if I could take it all. I opened my mouth, engulfed his cock head, and slowly slid my mouth down the length of his cock shaft. I felt his cock head hit the back of my throat. I paused to relax my throat muscles and muzzle my gag reflex and proceeded trying to take his entire cock into my mouth. Next thing I knew, all I could see was his stomach and closely trimmed pubic hair. I felt his scratchy pubes against my nose and lips. I had done it. I had deep-throated another man. I wasn't going to write home about it, but I felt oddly proud of my newly-discovered skill. 

With that mission accomplished, I began to focus on finishing him off and making him cum. I grabbed his cock with my right fist and began pumping him vigorously while I let his dick head and top couple of inches of shaft slide in and out of my mouth. I continued sucking for all I was worth to apply that extra sensation of pressure to accompany the friction created by my tightly-gripped right hand.

I could tell he was headed toward orgasm. I guess the look on his face said so to. "Swallow all his cum when he let's go," Suz ordered. I was getting into it now. With my left had, I reached between his legs and started playing with his asshole. It was still wet from my tongue bath and I was able to work my middle finger a couple inches inside him. This sent the women into sheer bliss. "Look at what he is doing," Kara said with amazement. "Sheila, he's a better cocksucker than you."

I felt Tom tense up and his dick began to spasm. I quick popped my finger out of his ass and he immediately began to shoot his load of cum into my awaiting mouth. He had quite a load to spare as he shot rope after rope of thick, white, gooey cum into my mouth. Swallowing it all wasn't as hard as women made it out to be. I just let it all fill my mouth and swallowed it bit by bit. It tasted salty and the texture was kind of weird, but not nasty. A little bit dribbled out of the corner of my mouth as I looked up at my audience. "That was incredibly hot," Kara said as all three women applauded with what seemed to be genuine amazement.

Tom looked a bit off balance and a little uncomfortable. I had passed the embarrassed stage and stood facing the women, cock standing straight out, ready for the next activity.

You're Not Done Yet

"Looks like you need some relief," Sheila said. "You'll get it, eventually. First, we'll move this ottoman, then get on your knees with your arms and face planted across it. Tom, since Kev played with your ass -- without being ordered to do so, I might add -- why don't you return the favor. I'll bet you'll enjoy the experience of fucking another man. Plus, I hear from Kara his ass can take it." As she finished her order, she tossed Tom a now familiar bottle of lube.

Kara and Suz got up and moved the coffee table out from in front of their seats and moved the ottoman in its place. And now, appearing on center stage, Kev and his ass....

I got down on my knees and laid my chest on the ottoman. I looked over to my left and was treated with a perfect view of Sheila's naked body, her shaved pussy peaking at me right at eye level. To my right was Suz, also giving me a perfect view of her pussy. Sometime during the time I had Tom's cock in my mouth, she had dug out a vibrator and was sliding it in and out of her pussy or holding its buzzing length against her clit. Kara was still cross-legged in her chair, only she was beginning to squirm a bit with what she was about to witness. This was all just too much to grasp.

I felt Tom kneel behind me, his knees pushing my feet apart as he positioned himself to access my asshole. One of his hands made its way to my lower back. I heard him pop the top on the bottle of lube, followed by a flatulent sound as he disgorged the lube into his hand. The next thing I felt was the cold lube being rubbed around and in my asshole. Tom had an easy touch, nothing like the expert touch of Kara though. I looked over my shoulder just as he squirted another quarter-sized glob of lube into his hand and applied it to his hard dick.

Always the impatient one, Suz ordered Tom to hurry up.

The next thing I knew, Tom had both hands on my lower back and the head of his dick was pushing against my slippery asshole. Kara stood up and came over and squatted next to Tom. "I want to see this," was all she said. Tom applied more pressure and the head of his dick slid into my hole. He kept up the pressure as he continued to slowly slide in. He must have been about halfway in when he began humping me in and out, each time sinking a bit deeper inside me. The sensation was quite a bit different from that of Kara's humping, perhaps due to the relative fragility of Tom's authentic cock, as opposed to Kara's silicone version. Tom was getting into it now, seemingly having lost some of his earlier apprehension. I was just eager for him to finish so we could end this homosexual show, which is not to say I wasn't enjoying it physically. My dick was still as hard as ever. I was just struggling a bit with the mental aspects of what I had agreed to. Nonetheless, you only live once...

As Tom was rocking back and forth, sliding his hard dick into my ass, Sheila stood up, hands still on her tits, and straddled the ottoman right in front of my face. She leaned back on her hands and ordered me to lift my head. I did so and she slid forward, putting her pussy right where Tom had been forcing my face as his thrusts drove me into the cushion of the ottoman. "I figured if you could do what you did for Tom, we shouldn't waste an opportunity to put your tongue back to work. Eat me," she ordered. I buried my face in her crotch, her musk-like smell enveloping my olfactory senses. I licked her up and down, trying to time my tongue movements with Tom's thrusts. Each time he drove his dick into me, it pushed my face hard up against Sheila's twat. At those moments, I would stick my tongue as far into her as I could and swirl my tongue rapidly around, licking as much of her insides as possible.

As this was going on, I then felt a pair of hands caressing my genitals. One hand cupped my balls, the other stroked my cock up and down. I assumed it must have been Kara. I wasn't sure because I couldn't see much more than Sheila's pussy and that little soul patch of hair and inch or so above her slit.

Finally, Tom started to make shorter strokes, seeming to tense up with each movement. He stopped for a second, pulled out and I felt warm cum splatter onto my back. Sheila, with a perfect view looking down my back, squealed with delight as Tom shot his load. With Tom now out of my ass, I repeatedly squeezed my sphincter muscles to make sure everything was still intact and undamaged. All appeared to be well, considering the pounding my previously virgin ass had taken in the last 14 or so hours. One thing was for sure, this activity won't be happening again anytime soon.




The Proposition



Please respond! This is my first submission and I would love feedback, positive and negative, so long as it is constructive. Thank you for reading my submission. 

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I doubt I was unique in any way. Finishing up my senior year of high school, just turned 18. Not a smashing success with the ladies, although pride compels me to admit that I have had my fair share of attractive girlfriends. Attractive, but without that perfect body girls seem to be clamoring for these days. And, of course, something about older women has always turned me on. 

It could be that they are so experienced, and so confident, it could be that their maturity ensures that I do not have to worry about taking control of events, or it could just be my appreciation for a mature feminine figure. Whatever it is, I know I am not alone in being a teenage boy lusting after older women. However, whenever I would fantasize about them, the control they took always extended far beyond the normal boundaries of the confident older woman, or even the aggressive older woman. I realized soon that what I wanted, needed, was a dominating older woman. This is the story of how I found one. 

"Jack, school is starting in fifteen minutes" my mother called from downstairs. I was usually late for first period, but my teacher was on vacation and the substitute didn't care. Anyways, I could only get away with being late if I arrived before roll was called, so I figured I had better hurry up anyways. Soon enough, I was out the door with a muffin, listening to my mom yell for me not to go anywhere after school. Usually she wouldn't have cared, but with the huge snowstorm predicted for tonight she obviously wanted me home as soon as possible. I doubted it would strike early enough to make haste home necessary, but an overprotective attitude is a common failure in most mothers I tend to forgive. 

During first period (I was late but as predicted, the sub didn't care) I began to chat with Aaron. Aaron and I used to be pretty good friends, but sometime in high school he just stopped caring about stuff. I was always a highly motivated student, not quite a geek or a nerd, although definitely not the sporty type, so his seemly sudden lack of motivation was the beginning of the end of our friendship. It was never bitter though, we just drifted apart. I suppose you could call him a loser, if you like the term. He certainly was never very popular. In any case, he began to relay a message from his mother. 

"Yea, I dunno why, but my mom says she just found something you left at our house years ago. Says she wants you to stop by after school to pick it up." Although we used to be good friends, and I am sure I had left plenty of toys over at his house when I was much younger, I couldn't imagine anything that has gone missing for so long that I would still care about. 

"Alright," I said, "you want a ride home if I'm driving there anyways?"

"Naw, thanks though. I'm with my dad tonight."

Aaron's parents had divorced when he was in second grade. It was pretty messy, and I think it might have been the reason he became so nihilistic. 

The bell rang then, cutting our conversation short. But he had given me the message from his mother, which was all he really needed to do in the first place. 

Later that day, after school, I drove over to Aaron's house. Aaron's mom, Shelly, had remained friends with my mom despite the lack of communication between Aaron and myself. I had never really gotten along with Shelly, but there was no open hostility. We were on speaking terms, I just didn't like her quite as much as I like some of my other friends' parents. As far as MILFs go, Shelly certainly wasn't one. Whenever my friends and I would discuss the hotness of various moms, she never came up as a contender. Even so, I had always been attracted to her. Her figure was nothing special, she wasn't fat by any means but she wasn't exactly 21 either. In fact, she was in her late forties, and she looked it. But despite this, I had always harbored a bit of a fantasy about her. Whenever I would fantasize about a friend's mom, she was the only one I fantasized about. 

So when I rang her doorbell, I was not surprised her greeting was friendly, if not warm. 

"Just one second Jack, I'll have it in a second" she said. "Aaron must have asked you to come by and pick this up, thanks for saving me a trip." It turned out that it was not something of mine that she had found, but an earring of my mothers. She asked me to come in out of the cold, and I gratefully accepted. As I sat down, she told me that she must have left it in her car, and she ran out to grab it. Fifteen minutes later, she returned with the earring. 

"I know it took a while" she apologized, "but it slipped under the seat." I told her that I had to be going, because of the approaching snowstorm, and she told me not to keep my mother waiting. However, when I went to turn on my car, the ignition wouldn't start. I went back in, and she told me she would call Aamco. As we sat, making idle small talk, the snow began to fall. Soon enough, it was more than just a dusting on the road, and I thought that even if they came and fixed my car, there might be too much snow to drive home. Evidently Shelly was thinking the same thing because she left the room to call Aamco again. When she came back, she was livid. 

"They said that the snow was too deep for them to come! As if I didn't call earlier when there was no snow at all." I looked out the window, and realized that indeed, the snow was doubtlessly too deep for me to drive home. I decided my mother would be freaking out right about now. 

"I feel awful that this happened" Shelly began. "I guess that you are going to have to spend the night, that should at least ease the worry on your mother's mind." I called my mother to tell her, and she was predictably irritated. But not quite as angry as I had thought she might be. In any case, it looked as if I would be spending the night, and much of the next day at Shelly's house, if not longer. There was definitely not going to be school the next day, and who could tell how deep the snow would get before it would stop falling. 

I excused myself to use the bathroom, and Shelly said "use the one in my room, the guest bathroom is clogged right now. I should start making dinner anyways." As I sat on the toilet, my eye caught a magazine hidden behind a few others. All I could see of the title was the world "Adult." This certainly would not have been in the guest bathroom. The magazine turned out to be "Adult Toys: Bondage and Control." As I turned the pages, my pulse quickened and my cock started to lift. I had always been fascinated in this sort of bdsm thing, and I often have wondered what it would be like to have a mistress. 

As I walked out into the living room, I hoped the bulge in my pants from reading the magazine was not noticed. I saw her eyes flick to my groin, and I thought the corners of her mouth lifted in a subtle smile, but a second later the smile was gone. 

"I feel I must apologize for the meal, but I was only expecting to cook for one tonight, with Aaron at his father's house. It should be ready in around an hour." I told her that it was quite alright, and whatever she made would be fine. 

We began to chat about school, work, and eventually the topic of girlfriends came around. I told her that I had had a few, but I was single right now. "An attractive young man like yourself, single?" she half-joked. "Half my friends would kill to have a young man such as you to play with. Their husbands would be thrilled for them to have one too." "Their husbands?" I asked. "Yep. Nothing kinky or homosexual or anything like that, they just are afraid of their wives cheating on them while they are out of town on business. Women can get pretty lonely. If their wife had a boy toy their husbands knew about, the wives would be happy because they would get sexual gratification, and the husbands would be happy because they knew that their wives were not cheating on them behind their backs, but just having meaningless sex with a young male with whom nothing substantial could ever occur." "You sound like you really thought this through" I joked. "Oh I have! But that is not even the best part. Get this: if the boy toy was paid by the husband for his services, the husband would feel even more in control of the situation. Even more than that, it would reinforce the idea that he is only a toy, a prostitute, not an active partner. If that was the scenario, nothing could ever occur that the husband would not approve of. Clever, huh?" I had to admit that it seemed logical enough. But then she really surprised me, for all that I should have seen it coming. "That is the business I am starting" she said. 

"What?!" I replied, startled. "I already told you. A service designed to keep women happy and husbands confident while they are out of town." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. "Anyways, wouldn't it be illegal?" She replied "yes, it would be very illegal, which is why it would be strictly black market, recommendation only. This would also keep it in my circle of reasonably affluent couples. As to why I am telling you, isn't it obvious? I want you to be my first boy toy."

I sat there speechless for at least 10 second. It scared me, but at the same time, I was getting excited. Very excited. This was my dream, my ultimate fantasy. To be the plaything of a mature woman, to be under her total control, to please her every sexual desire. To be a slut. A whore. I realized that I wanted to do this. She must have seen it on my face, for she grinned and told me the clincher. "You would get paid, of course." At this, my hopes, eyes, and something else perked up all at once. "How much?" I heard myself ask. "Fifty percent, straight up. Cash." She replied. "I don't know exactly how much that will be, because I have not yet set my prices, but I can assure you that if you save it, by the time you enter college it will be enough for all the spending money you could ever want for your four years. I am not saying that it will pay for college, not by any means. But it will definitely take the edge off of college life." 

I was wondering at the miraculous coincidence that landed me in this situation. Right then I realized that it was no coincidence at all. She had asked me over to get the earrings knowing that there would be a huge snowstorm. She had not spent so long getting them out of her car because they were under the seat, as she said, but because she was sabotaging my car not to start. I wouldn't be surprised if she had had the earrings in her pocket the entire time. She probably never even called Aamco, and as for the magazine in her bathroom, she had doubtlessly sent me in there knowing I would read it and get turned on by it. She wouldn't have needed me horny to get me to agree to her idea, but she didn't know that, and it certainly didn't hurt. She has manipulated me the entire evening to get me in this situation, and it should have pissed me off. But I realized it didn't matter. In fact, I was glad she did it. I desperately wanted to be part of her idea, to be the toy of many older women. This was my dream, my fantasy. 

So I agreed. She smiled and said she knew I would. I didn't doubt it. "Well, it is a good thing we have all night and part of tomorrow," she said," we will need to begin your training." "Training?" I asked. "Of course," she replied, "you can't expect me to allow you to go out to please women as you are. I need to teach you technique, to groom you to maximize your sexual appeal, and of course, to break down your inhibitions to the point that you will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING a woman asks of you. Still willing?" "Of course" I responded. "Good" she said. "Take off your clothes." 

As I removed my shirt, she left the room to check on the meal. I heard her call "when I come back in, you had better be on your knees looking at the floor naked. If not, you will learn sooner than you wish what kind of punishment I offer for my disobedient toys." I was soon kneeling staring at the floor, my cock erect and pushing against my stomach. I was, of course, naked. She slowly walked in the room, even though she looked the same, had changed no clothing, she now radiated some sort of sexiness she had not had before. I soon realized that the source was her ultimate control over me. She began to outline her rules. 

"First, I shall be addressed as Mistress. This applies unless I give you specific instruction not to. Also, it only applies when we are in business, or when I tell you it applies. For example, whenever you are receiving training or are present while I talk to a customer, you will address me as mistress. However, if we meet at the mall, or at your school, you needn't address me as mistress. If I should decide that I want you to call me mistress, I will tell you so, and you will obey no matter what the circumstance. 

"Second, you will obey each and every one of my commands without question. You will have a safety word, 'mercy,' which you may use if things get too rough, but use it sparingly. I do not intend for this training to be painful, aside from punishment, so I doubt you will need it." At this, I let out a barely audible sigh of relief. The one thing I remained nervous about was any pain, which did not excite me nearly as much as the rest of the situation did. However, my Mistress's control over me though use of punishment did excite me, so I was content. 

"Those are the only rules I require you to obey hard and fast. Address me as Mistress and obey me. The reason my rules seem so loose is that fundamentally, we are business partners, and although we are in no way equal, and although I believe I will enjoy being your mistress immensely, this is not a lifestyle for either of us. I do not require silence unless you are spoken to, and you may make minor mistakes without fear of punishment. I firmly believe that I can humiliate you without the needless rules which only complicate things anyways. And now, my toy, it is time to eat dinner. But first, I have something for you to wear." 

And with those words she produced a simple leather dog coller. "You will wear this at all times while working. It is a symbol of your status as only a toy, only a pet. It will remind you that I own you, and I may do anything I like with you." She then put the collar around my neck, locking it with a small padlock. "The collar will be removed when you leave, and reattached when you come back for either business or training." 

She then attached a leash to the collar, and led me into the kitchen. As I sat down, she looked at me, then glanced at the floor beside her chair. I didn't understand what she wanted, but when she took two plates, one of delicious looking steak and potatoes and the other of plain rice, and placed the rice on the floor, I understood. I slid too the floor, and kneeled in front of the plate of rice. She told me that I was not allowed to eat with my hands, and must eat like a dog. I buried my face in the rice, it was not as hard to eat that way as I thought it would be. I supposed the steak would have been harder to consume. 

The rice was incredibly salty. Soon, I decided I needed a drink. She saw me looking around, and asked me what I was looking for. When I told her, she said "Of course, I cannot have my toy thirsty. Would you like something to drink?" As I nodded eagerly, she looked me straight in the eye, puller her skirt up and her white panties to one side. As I looked at her hairy pussy, I suddenly realized that she expected me to drink her piss. I hesitantly put my mouth against her pussy, and opened my lips. She sighed softly as she let a stream of yellow liquid flow into my mouth. I swallowed reflexively. It was salty, and warm, but I was not repulsed. I even enjoyed it somewhat. 

Soon she pushed me into my back, sitting on my face, and I could not swallow all her piss. It ran out of my mouth and all over my face and chest, her sitting on my face all the while. I couldn't breath, I had to let all the piss into my mouth or suffocate. She then stood up and finished urinating, telling me to lick her clean. I did so, and noticed that she enjoyed it. I continued to lick her, even though I had long since cleaned her of all remaining urine. She moaned slowly, then started breathing faster. I pulled her clit in between my teeth and brushed it quickly with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head and rammed my face into her pussy, crushing my head with her hands and thighs. 

She threw her head back and screams "oh my god I'm cumming I'M FUCKING CUMMING FUCK IIIIIiiiiiiiii" she trailed off, panting heavily. She then rolled off of me, and her breathing slowed. "Well, my pet, it seems you can pleasure a woman orally. Your technique was lacking, but you more than made up for it in enthusiasm." I was crushed, I had thought from her screams that she was in ecstasy. She looked me up and down, and told me that the next thing she had to do was give me a shave. 

"Nothing excites a mature woman with a boy toy more than a reminder of his young age and subservience. All your pubic hair, and the hair around your ass, needs to go." She led me into her bathroom, and sat me down on the toilet. As she rubbed shaving cream onto my cock and balls, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm being to grow. She started shaving, and it intensified. Soon, she finished, and I was about to orgasm. She then dumped a glass of cold water over my cock, rinsing off the remainder of the cream and killing my orgasm. I groaned and she grinned and said "we can't have you cumming so soon, my toy. There is so much more I have in store for you tonight." She had be bend over the toilet so she could shave my ass. 

I looked in the mirror after she had finished, and saw my white cock and balls bare and gleaming. She slapped my ass, and I was startled to feel the lack of hair which I had grown accustomed to. The air felt cool on my newly shaved ass and cock, and I enjoyed the feeling of being bare for all who wished to see. Somehow, with the hair gone, I felt more naked, more vulnerable to the mature dominating women I would soon be prostituting myself to. I loved the feeling. I felt sexy. 

As my Mistress led me into her bedroom, she told me to get in the bed and start playing with myself. She got out a camera and began to take pictures. "What are you doing?!" I asked. She got this dangerous look in her eyes, and said "excuse me?" I realized then that I broke one of her rules: never questioning her commands. She told me as much, explained that she was taking photographs for meetings with clients, and for her personal enjoyment, as was her right as my employer not to mention Mistress. 

She then set up a video camera and told me that from now on everything we did would be caught on video. She made me lie across her lap, and told me to count off 20 strokes for disobedience. She slapped me once. Hard. It hurt. She slapped me again, and it hurt even more. The next time, I thought I could feel my ass starting to grow red. By the seventh, I thought I could feel my ass begin to glow red. I lost count after that, but soon the pain of each slap merged with a pleasure, both a mental ecstasy of submission to a dominant woman, and also a physical, sexual response to her abuse. By the time the twenty were up, I was harder than I had ever been in my life. 

She then told me to lie front down on the stool for her arm chair. I did not see what she returned with from her dresser, but I heard her soft words. "This will hurt at first, especially because I just punished your ass for disobedience. If you feel the urge to resist, just remember that this will hurt even more if I have to punish you again before I ram this up your ass. And I guarantee, before the night is out, this will go up your ass." 




The Proposition



"May I join you?" 

I looked up from my book, slightly surprised. I had come to the coffee shop-slash-bookstore during my lunch hour for a brief respite from the stress of the office, and I hadn't anticipated being interrupted. Glancing around, I saw that there were plenty of empty seats around.

The look on his face indicated that he had something he wanted to say, and my natural curiosity took over. It had been a while since a stranger had tried to chat me up in a bookstore. I inclined my head for him to sit.

He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down, a very deliberate motion. Something in the way he moved indicated a self-awareness that was immediately hypnotic. He didn't put his coffee cup down; he placed it upon the table.

"I apologize for interrupting your reading," he said. 

"No problem," I replied, sliding the bookmark into the binding and closing the cover. "It was a rather dull part anyway," I lied.

"I doubt that," he said, smirking. "You seemed pretty engrossed." His voice was smooth, calm, low but in a register that didn't feel threatening. His diction was clear as if he had practiced how to speak for years. I couldn't place the accent; American? There were a lot of foreigners in London so it didn't surprise me.

I paused for a moment, considering my response. I decided to go for coy. "Then why did you interrupt me," I said, reaching for my tea.

He cocked his head to one side. "Because I have a proposition for you," he said. 

Direct and to the point, I thought. I looked him over once again – he wasn't gorgeous, rather average actually. He was handsome, but his features weren't striking. Brown hair, brown eyes, slightly taller than average. Nevertheless he had a confidence and self-awareness (have I said that already?) that was magnetic. There was a dance in his voice that bordered somewhere in between playful and sexual. This was a man who didn't want for ego.

"A proposition," I repeated. "I see." I didn't, of course. I was ready to brush him off and tell him I wasn't interested when he took my pause as a cadence for his own marching rhythm.

"Yes, a proposition. I know you have no idea who I am but I assure you I'm quite harmless."

"How disappointing," I said, continuing to play my coyness. 

He smiled now. "Well," he said, glancing down momentarily and then looking up again directly into my eyes. "Mostly harmless." He took a sip of his coffee.

"What kind of proposition?" I asked. "Is it indecent?"

"Depends on how you look at it," he shrugged. He was so casual about it. This confused me, as it looked as if he had no vested interest whatsoever in whether I agreed or disagreed to what he had to say. My curiosity surged. How did he know I was going to respond like this? How did he know I wasn't going to just tell him to fuck off?

He continued, "I won't insult your intelligence by pretending to be offering something I'm not," he said, his eyes still locked on mine. His smile was still there, though he was more direct and serious now. His eyes seemed so deep, and I could see that he was being honest.

"I want you to help me fulfill someone's fantasy," he said. 

"I don't..." I began.

He raised a hand to prevent the conversation from getting over-excited. "I want you to feel completely comfortable to say no if you don't like what I have to offer," he said. He didn't rush his words, instead he was calm and his voice was very soft. He seemed very nonchalant about the situation; if not me then he would find someone else to help him.

I took another sip of tea. "I'm listening," I said, my voice betraying my cautiousness. The coyness was all gone now.  I should tell him to go away, I thought. 

He took another sip of coffee and then paused. This wasn't a pause of someone trying to get up the courage, it was a pause of him trying to size me up. 

"This fantasy involves another woman." He took a sip. I did the same. "Should I continue?"

The question took me by surprise. The ball was in my court. It was clear he was talking about sex, and sex with another woman, but how did he know I liked women too? I was bisexual, sure, but how could he have known that? Was I really that easy to read to a stranger?

"Go on," I said, trying to regain my sense of carefree and coyness but not sure if I succeeded.

He nodded. "She hasn't had sex with a woman in a long time," he said, and for a moment I wondered if I had missed the beginning of his sentence. She? Who? I realized it didn't matter. "She has been craving the softness of a woman's body and I know that you are her type."

Well, that explained why he singled me out. It still didn't explain how he knew I wouldn't slap him.

"Her type?" I said. "Straight?"

He smiled now. "You're not straight." He said it as a statement of fact, as if he had known me all my life and was correcting me as if I had said that two plus two equals five.

He took another sip. "In fact," he said, "I'm willing to bet she's your type too." 

Now I was insulted. How dare this man – whom I've never bet before – sit down and tell me what type of woman I was interested in? How could he be so presumptuous?

"I hope you'll forgive me for being so direct," he said, stealing my thunder. He looked up from his coffee mug at me again. "As I said I don't want to insult your intelligence by pretending to play a game with you."

Okay, that makes sense, I thought. But how did you know?

"I'm talking about a one-off, one-time only. She has been fantasizing about this for a long time and hasn't been with a woman in at least a couple of years. She has a very specific fantasy and if it's something that you are uncomfortable with I would completely understand. All you have to do is tell me and I will leave you to your book in peace."

I didn't even know what the fantasy was. I glanced down at the book, some cheesy bodice-ripper that portrayed fictional characters with more exciting sex lives than my real one. 

"What's her fantasy?" I asked, looking back at him.

He leaned back slightly in the chair, taking his coffee cup into his hands and holding it in his lap. He smiled again, but his voice remained calm and collected, each word enunciated with precision. This was a man in control and I was beginning to feel myself drawn to help him help this woman. He knows this. How did he know this?

"She wants to have a woman tied up and offered to her to do with as she pleases." He watched my reaction, but I kept my face unresponsive. He continued as if he were reading from a newspaper advert, "She's extremely visual, and so she likes to watch as well. In particular, she wants to watch me have sex with someone else at the same time that she is."

I slowly started nodding in understanding. So he did want to fuck me after all. The look on his face, though, was passive. His eyes didn't flicker, gave no indication that he was after me for himself. Again, I got the distinct impression that if it wasn't me he'd find some other candidate to fulfill her fantasies.

"What do I get out of this proposition?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Great sex," he said. The look on his face had changed, almost as if he was surprised I hadn't figured it out for myself. Suddenly I felt he was disappointed in me, and for some reason I felt my heart flutter in panic. Oh no, I thought to myself. He thinks I'm asking for money!.

"No," I said, just a little bit too quickly and earnestly. "I didn't mean... I mean..."

He was looking at me quietly, pondering something. He breathed in through his nose and checked himself, as if trying to choose his tone carefully. He smiled wanly, trying to put me back at ease (had I ever been at ease?). "If I wanted a prostitute, this would have been much easier to set up. But the fantasy wouldn't be fulfilled if someone wasn't their of her own volition."

Volition. Nobody uses words like "volition" in casual conversation. I could only nod.

"There are rules, however," he said. Somewhere in the back of my mind I marveled at the audacity of this man, asking me to help him fulfill a fantasy and then mandating rules to me. My curiosity was peaked, however, and I nodded for him to continue.

"First, there is no pain involved, for anyone. That means no biting, no slapping, nothing." His tone was deadly serious, and for some strange reason the fact that he put this first made me feel much more trusting of this man whose name I still didn't know.

"Good," I said. "I'm in complete agreement with that." 

My eyes widened involuntarily as I suddenly realized I had unwittingly agreed to his proposal. What am I doing?

"Second, you can say anything you like, but you cannot ask any questions whatsoever. None." He looked at me carefully, gauging my reaction. 

My mind reeled, how many questions do I ask during sex? Normal questions, like "do you like this," or "can I do that," or...

"That means," he said, disrupting my train of thought, "that you cannot ask her name, anything about her, anything about what you can do to her. If you want to do something, you can just do it. This is part of what she wants."

I nodded again, dimly aware that my end of the conversation was woefully left wanting.

"Third, you will be tied up when she arrives in the room. You will be presented to her spread open and ready, naked as the day you were born. Eventually you will be released to touch her too, but not until she is ready for that. I will decide when that is."

I squirmed in the hard wooden coffeeshop seat. My imagination was starting to run away with me. I suddenly wanted this to happen very much. This man's calm demeanor had me hooked. If the place was empty I might have jumped him there and then. He knew this about me. Before he ever said anything he knew this. How did he know this?

He drained the rest of his coffee and placed the mug gently on the table. He looked down at it and then back at me. "There is one more thing that you might object to. And if you do, that's okay."

I subconsciously leaned forward in my chair. "What is it?" I croaked, my throat dry despite the hot tea.

"She will not talk to you at all," he said. "She will only direct her comments and questions to me. I hope you understand that her fantasy is to have a woman to play with, she doesn't want a relationship and she isn't looking for a connection with you. It's not personal, it's just part of the fantasy. If this objectifies you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I completely understand."

I sat and pondered this. To be sure, this went against everything I felt that a balanced sexual relationship should be. It meant voluntarily putting myself in a position where I was being objectified, used. This woman would use me for my body, for my sex, for my mouth. It wasn't me as a person, it wasn't me at all. I was a stranger, sex with a stranger...

"So, let me get this straight," I said, adjusting myself in the seat once more. "I can say anything I like as long as it's not a question."

"Yes," he said, nodding. "To me or to her."

"She will not say anything at all to me, either a statement or a question."

"Yes," he said. Again the precise enunciation.

"And no one is going to inflict pain on anyone."

"Absolutely not," he said. He was adamant. 

I considered all of this some more. Slowly I felt my head nodding before I was ready for it to do so. "So, when do you want to do this?" Did he know I would agree to this? How did he know?

"Tonight," he said, reaching into his pocket for a pad and pen. He wrote down something on the paper and ripped it out of the pad, handing it to me. It was the address and room number of a bed and breakfast in the centre of the city. "She will be arriving at 8, so it would be best for you to arrive at 7 so that we can prepare for her."

He put the pad and pen away as I stared at the address. I looked back up at him and he was smiling warmly. At that moment I knew that I would do it. His smile wasn't lewd or cruel, in fact it seemed quite grateful. I felt like not only would I be helping someone out with their fantasy but I was in for a real treat tonight. I was tempted to ask him if he wanted to go back to the bed and breakfast now for a quick shag beforehand - who cares if the office missed me?

"Well," he said, smoothly. "I think I've taken up enough of your lunch break, and I have some errands and business to take care of before this evening."

He stood, and I started gathering my things as well. I stood up, and he leaned in for a kiss on the cheek. He's used to being in England I thought. He didn't try to shake my hand like most Americans who just got here would. The very thought of it seemed ridiculously out of place after the conversation we just had. 

He turned and left the coffee shop and I suddenly realized I had no idea what his name was.

The rest of the day was a complete waste of time. My productivity was complete shite and even though I tried as hard as I could, I simply couldn't get the conversation out of my head. His voice, smooth and placid, echoed in my head. She was going to use me, use me for her pleasure. She was going to taste me, probably have me lick her. Did she have hair? Was she shaved? What would she look like?

My mind wandered through all of the possibilities of what could happen. Would she try to put something in my ass? Would I be okay with it if she did? Did she have long nails? Despite what the pornos show, nails can hurt!

Around 3 o'clock I couldn't take it any more and ran to the woman's bathroom. Locking the stall I reached into my pants and found myself absolutely dripping. I listened carefully to make sure there was no other breathing or other sounds, and then rubbed my pussy furiously until I came. My hand came away drenched from my own body's arousal and I found that instead of taking the edge off, as I had expected, it only whetted my appetite for more.

I skived off early to my flat, jumped in the bath and started doing some quick calculations for how long it would take to get there by tube. If I wasn't there on time then the whole fantasy could be ruined for her. The fact that I didn't know who "her" was or even her name excited me. This was anonymous sex, which I had never had before and had toyed with the fantasy as well. 

I took a quick look at my closet for the appropriate clothes to wear and then realized after about five minutes of indecision that I was going to be naked anyway. I found some perfume that had driven some other women crazy in the past and dashed some across my breasts and pussy, and then dabbed some along my neck. 

Taking a look at myself in the mirror before getting dressed, I tried to imagine what she would see when she came into the room. I spread my arms out as if I were tied up to the bed, and spread my legs so that my entire body looked like Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, minus the penis. My brown hair hung down loosely astride my breasts, matching the sliver of pubic hair that I carefully sculpted with my razor in the bath.

Avoiding the temptation to masturbate again, I got dressed and headed out the door. 

Arriving at the Bed and Breakfast I strode up to the room like a woman with a purpose. Along the way my nerves had started to wear thin at the edges but my excitement and arousal more than made up for it. The room wasn't hard to find, and I knocked on the door. 

After a moment the door swung open and he stood there, wearing the same slacks and shirt as he had before. I wasn't sure what I had expected him to be wearing, but I thought he might have prepared for tonight as I had. 

"You're late," he said, but he was smiling.

"The tube..." I began, but he dismissed my protest with a small gesture.

"It's no matter," he said, closing the door behind me. "As you can see I'm running a little behind as well. We still have plenty of time."

He showed me into the cozy little suite which had a small sitting room attached to the bedroom. On the small table next to the chair was a bottle of chilled wine and a glass. He uncorked the bottle and poured me a glass.

As I took the glass I said, "You never had any doubt that I would come, did you?"

He smiled, and considered his response. "Well," he said, "sometimes we can afford to allow ourselves to trust some people."

I took a sip. It was excellent wine. "Aren't you going to have any?"

"Not right now, maybe later," he said, turning and walking into the bedroom. He began unbuttoning his shirt. "First I want to get myself ready. As I said, I'm running a little behind and want to shower."

He started taking off his shirt and I could see that despite having an average build, he had incredibly muscular shoulders and arms. He wasn't an Adonis by any means, but he was definitely a good looking man. 

He stopped what he was doing and came over to me, took the glass and put it down. "You'll have that back in a moment," he said.

He began undoing my coat and I allowed my purse to fall to the floor. The coat came with it and the next-to-nothing I had underneath came as something of a shock to him. 

"Oh my," he said, grinning. It was the broadest smile I had seen from him.

The coat fell down and revealed my thigh-high hose and suspenders, without any panties to encumber access to my pussy. "I love garters," he said, and it took me a second to register the American name for them. 

He placed his hand between my legs and slid his finger inside my wet pussy lips. "I'd say you've been looking forward to this," he said, his grin locked in place. 

The man had just fingered me, hadn't ever kissed me, hadn't told me his name, and here I was offering myself to him and wanting him to do more. My nipples ached from my arousal at the situation.

"I bet I could slide my cock inside you to the hilt on the first thrust," he said softly, sliding his hand back and forth and making my knees weak. My mouth felt suddenly very dry, and I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. As I felt his skin slide across my own I marveled at how well he seemed to know me.

He withdrew his hand from my pussy and placed the finger in his mouth, looking into my eyes. "Oh," he said with a slight moan. "You taste very good. She'll like you."

With that he turned away and moved into the bathroom and started the shower running. "Make yourself comfortable," he called from the bathroom. I moved into the bedroom with my wine glass and sat on the bed. I looked at it and noticed that there were neckties on all four of the posts. This was really going to happen.

I heard him say something but I couldn't hear. "I'm sorry," I called back. "What did you say?"

He emerged from the bathroom, naked, his cock semi-erect. It was a beautiful, circumcised head that seemed to beckon to me, and I felt a familiar craving in my jaw as I wanted to take it in between my lips. 

He didn't seem to know he was naked, for all the lack of modesty he displayed. "I said, can you come more than once or do you need to rest for a while afterwards?"

"Oh!" I said. "Um, no, I can come often I guess."

He smiled. "That's nice," he said, and returned to the shower. 

I stood up from the bed and followed him into the bathroom. The shower stall was a glass door and I watched him as he soaped up his body. As he turned around I saw with amazement that he had the most muscular legs and his ass was tight and round. He was saying something to me but I was lost in my desire to touch him.

Taking a sip from my glass I glanced up to see him looking at me. He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat and said, "It's a good thing you can come more than once, otherwise you may be done before she gets here."

I was confused as to what he meant, but then he looked down between my legs where I had been playing with myself without even realizing it, sliding my fingers across my lips in a slow tease. 




The Proposition



He dried himself off and started walking towards me. His cock was fully erect now, and bobbing with each step. I backed out of the bathroom and he took the B&B's bathrobe off a hook and wrapped it around himself, but didn't cinch the tie. His cock stood out between the two sides of the robe, perfectly framed. 

"Finish your wine," he said. It wasn't a command, more of a suggestion, but I looked at him with a curious glance. "You can't drink it when you're tied up," he explained.

This was true. I moved over to the bed and finished the wine. He looked me up and down and said, "I like the garters. I think she had wanted you completely naked but you look so damn gorgeous I don't think she'll mind."

I moved to the centre of the bed and lay out, spread eagle, the memory of my mirror pose flashing through my head. He pulled the tie toward my hand and secured it, tying it to my wrist, then repeated with the other side.

Now, I've been tied up before. Let's face it, most people can't tie knots to save their lives, and most of the time I had to pretend that I was caught in order to maintain the illusion that I couldn't get out. But this guy knew what he was doing. His knots were expert: not only could I not get out of them even if I tried but he managed to do them in such a way that they were extremely comfortable and didn't cut off my circulation. I was impressed.

My legs and feet were next, and soon I was exposed. I couldn't move, pressed into the mattress from the ties holding me down. I looked down between my breasts, my breasts, my nipples reaching high into the air begging for attention. A slow drip of wetness seeped down my pussy onto my ass before falling to the sheets. An assembly line of lovers could have taken me at that moment and I would have loved every moment of it.

He stood at the edge of the bed, his cock aiming directly at my pussy (at least it seemed that way in my imagination). I imagined him coming from where he stood, thick ropes of come landing on my pussy in fiery streams. 

He shed the robe and stood before me. He knelt on the foot of the bed and started crawling up to me. 

My God, he's going to fuck me now. Thank God! my mind screamed. 

"Do you remember the rules?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"What are they?" Closer.

"First, no pain." I found it difficult to say the words. I could smell his clean body now, the cologne he wore (when did he put that on? I didn't see it).

"That's right," he said, placing his hands on either side of my body. I looked down and saw his erection aiming straight at my hole. Yes, dammit, put it in me! "That means no biting, nibbling, scratching, or leaving any marks of any kind."

I nodded. "Second," I said, feeling the heat from his body hovering over mine now, "I can say anything I want but cannot ask any questions."

"Correct," he said, like a schoolmaster. "If you ask even one single question, just one, I'll call everything off. That means," he said, as the tip of his cock touched my clit as it bobbed, sending me writhing in frustration, "you will have to leave immediately. You don't want to leave, do you?"

"No-o..." I moaned. God, I wanted him to fuck me. Why wouldn't he fuck me? Please, just fuck me!

"And what's the third rule?" he asked, leaning so close I could feel his breath along the swell of my breast.

"Third..." my mind drew a blank. What was the third?

"Third," he said, patiently, "you will be tied up, open and ready for her to do with as she pleases. You are hers tonight and are to do everything in your power to give her pleasure."

"Yes," I agreed. I would have agreed to anything. Just stick that cock in me dammit!

"Oh, I almost forgot," he said, silkily. "You wanted to know what was in it for you."

With that, he thrust his cock balls deep into my pussy. One drive and he hit home, I screamed in ecstasy. I don't remember a time feeling so full and taken at once. 

He rested inside me, but I felt his beautiful head throbbing inside my tight pussy walls. "This is what's in it for you. Is that acceptable?"

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish, unable to speak. The joy of being filled had left me rigid and tense. As quickly as he had entered me, he withdrew. I strained against my bonds in desperation.

"No-o!" I cried. I could actually feel tears welling up. I was ready to beg to be fucked again. Please, just one more, just like that. Just once more. Okay, twice more. Please, put it back in!

He crawled up and straddled my face, his cock wet with my juices and tantalizingly close to my face. "Clean me off before she gets here. I want her to think she's getting you first, and it wouldn't do for her to taste you on me, would it?"

I didn't answer, but reached up as far as my restraints would allow to take him in my mouth. I sucked his cock, tasting myself over him. He pressed himself forward, sliding himself in between my lips, and I lapped my tongue around his shaft. Each movement brought with it my own flavour, turning me on. I was surprised at my own, easy decline into being a slut for his cock. His cock jumped across my tongue as I flicked the head and ridge, sending an electric bolt straight down my throat and seemed to explode out my pussy. 

There was a knock on the door, and he climbed off my chest. I felt empty, as if his withdrawal left me with a loss. I knew there would be more, much more, but I wanted it now. 

He put on his robe, tying it around the waist. The raging hard-on bulged the fabric outward, hiding nothing. He opened the door, and then allowed her to come in.

She was stunningly beautiful. Blonde hair, shoulder length. She had the high cheekbones of an eastern European. Polish? Perhaps. Czech? Maybe. Her eyes moved from him to me tied on the bed and I saw them widen in surprise.

"She's beautiful!" she exclaimed to him. Her accent was indistinguishable, but the soft musical lilt struck my ear like a melody. I felt my pussy quiver with anticipation as I knew eventually I would have those lips pressed against me.

"I told you so," he said, calmly.

He uncinched the tie and let the robe fall open. His erection pointed at her, and she looked down at it. She took it gingerly in her hand, and then started stroking him, turning her heart-shaped face up to look into his eyes, seeking some sort of approval. 

"Let's tease her," he said. "Let's show her what you can do."

He took her by the hand and led her over to the side of the bed, standing right next to me. She sank to her knees, still in her tight blue jeans and wearing her dark grey overcoat. She wrapped her lips around his gorgeous cock and began to suck. I watched her deep throat him, take him farther than I could have done tied up. I felt a longing to do the same, a desperate will to show him that I could do the same thing and started making excuses in my mind for why I couldn't go as far as she could.

It occurred to me that she could take him deeper than I did, all the way to the base, and she must have tasted my pussy on his cock. That cock, which had been just in my mouth, and before that in my pussy, she was tasting it. The raunchiness of it struck me and I squirmed on the bed. My mouth watered.

"She is for you," he said to her, not really looking at me. "You know what you want to do."

She looked up at him, then at me, and back at him, nodding. She stood up and moved to the foot of the bed. She started undressing, looking at my eyes the entire time. I watched her as she began to disrobe, slowly. 

Standing in front of me and staring directly at me, I could see her beautiful face more clearly. This woman was stunning, gorgeous. He was right – she was definitely my type. A cute button nose and almond-shaped eyes, pink lips and the hint of a Mona Lisa smirk. 

The coat fell to the floor revealing flawless white skin that disappeared into well-formed breasts hidden beneath a pink camisole-type top with black fringe. She traced her own neck with her fingers, stroking down her chest and reaching inside to caress a nipple, still hidden from view.

She turned around and faced the other direction, and unbuckled her belt, then slowly slid the jeans down around her hips, revealing her ass. Her strip tease was wickedly, agonizingly slow, and I couldn't tell if she was prolonging things for her or for me. Either way, my desperate wanting only grew.

The jeans slid down her thighs, revealing a white thong and two beautiful globes. I wanted to bury my face between them, licking her, smelling her, tasting her. I couldn't help it, I started trying to squeeze my thighs together for some release but the restraints keeping my legs open only frustrated me. Damn his knots!

She lifted the blouse off her torso and turned to face me. She had a tight tummy and I looked at the indented line of muscle reaching from her breasts down t her pelvis, and she continued to caress her nipple with one hand, slipping her other hand down between her legs.

"What are you going to do first," he asked. His voice was hypnotic, and I wanted to turn to look at him but I couldn't take my eyes away from her. 

She smiled. "I'm going to touch her." My skin tingled. 

Placing her delicate fingers along my toes, she began to trace the instep of my stockinged foot. It ticked but with a sexual charge. She put her other hand on my other leg, just above the ankle, and climbed onto the bed. She used my legs as leverage, holding me down, and the sudden pressure made me moan. 

I suddenly remembered the rules, knew that I could say anything as long as I didn't ask any questions. I didn't know what to say, though. "Yes, touch me," I whispered. Lame, I know, but it was the only thing I could think of.

She smiled at me, and slid her hands up my calves to my thighs. She kept them just at the elastic at the top, tracing her fingers along the separation between fabric and skin. 

"What else are you going to do?" he asked her. 

"I'm going to taste her," she said. 

This time the words came out freely. "Yes, taste me! Please! Don't make me wait!" I could barely breathe, my excitement was overpowering.

Her smile broke out to show gleaming, straight teeth. "I'm going to stick my tongue inside her," she told him. "And I'm going to make her come all over my face."

Why was she talking to him? Why wasn't she talking to me? It dawned on me what he had said at the coffee shop. I was her plaything, her toy. I was merely there for her pleasure. I was – 

Her palm pressed against my mons and pushed down, and I moaned a loud breath, completely forgetting what I was thinking. 

"Yes, for fuck's sake!" I growled, my back arching. "Make me come! Lick my pussy!"

She leaned in and breathed my aroma, closing her eyes the way an expert diner would savour a well-prepared dish. She stuck her tongue out a little but didn't touch me, and I felt her position herself so that her hands were placed on my inner thighs. Never before had I ever felt so exposed, so ready to be used.

She was looking at my pussy, soaked and aroused, and if it weren't for the fixated look of fascination and lust on her face I would have taken the hesitation for rejection. "I haven't had this in so long," she said to no one in particular. She closed her eyes and planted her entire mouth on my pussy. 

I screamed. An long incoherent moan, babble, rambling line of sounds and words emerged from my mouth but I had no idea what they were. I struggled against my ties in pure ecstasy but it was no use – I could not move more than a few inches in any direction. 

Her tongue worked its magic, her hands never leaving my thighs. She reached her fingers inwards and pulled my labia apart to get clearer access to my clit and hole, sticking her tongue inside me as far as she could.

"Oh, inside... inside..." was all I could manage. Her tongue swirled with impressive force against my entrance and then returned to my clit. I peered between my breasts and could only see her closed eyes – or maybe they were open but just looking down at my pussy, I couldn't tell – and the soft motion of her head as she drove my pussy into orgasmic heights.

She pulled back, and I saw glistening wetness around her mouth, her chin coated with my juices. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, watching my horror at her stopping. "I want her to kiss me before I make her come," she told him. She was looking at me, but I could tell she was talking to him.

She crawled over me and straddled my thigh with her pussy. The sensitive skin of my legs instantly told me that she had no hair. Smooth flesh pressed against my thigh and I felt her own body start to open up, the warmth undeniable.

She leaned in to kiss me and I once again tasted myself, but this time with the added bonus of her soft, feminine, delicate lips. Kissing a woman is so unlike kissing a man, so much more... I don't know. Just... more.

She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth and lips, playfully catching my lower lip in between hers. My thigh responded as best as it could to her grinding motion by pushing upwards, but my restraints prevented me from getting the leverage I needed. Even so, the heat began to increase and then I felt the unmistakable feeling of her wetness seeping onto my skin, starting a slow trickle down the inside of my thigh.

Her breathing alternated between shallow and deep, hard and slow, controlled and raspy. She was getting almost as turned on as I was. She started rocking her hips back and forth along my thigh, increasing the pace as she kissed. Her breasts slid against mine, and I could feel the hard diamond-like buds colliding with my own. 

Her pelvis rested against my own as she thrust herself against my thigh but it wasn't enough to get me off. I broke the kiss and forgot that I was there for her benefit. I needed to come, and I needed to come now.

"Suck me off," I cried. "Let me come..." The pleading in my voice was clear. I was desperate.

"I've decided I'm going to come on her leg first," she told him, her face just inches from my own. 

She leaned in and kissed me harder and started riding her pussy along my thigh muscle, her ass clenching over and over as she brought herself closer. Each thrust was accompanied by a slightly louder moan, a grunt. She kept her mouth locked on mine but her eyes remained squeezed shut as she used my body as a masturbation tool. She started coming hard and I felt her hands grab my breasts tightly as she let the waves of pleasure hit her.

She was breathing through her nose as her lips clasped on top of mine. Her eyes pinched shut, she emitted a muffled scream into my mouth. Before she fully came down from her orgasm she slid down my body and attacked my pussy.

Inserting two fingers deep inside of me I felt the bulk of her hand slide up to my opening as far as they would go. Her mouth locked onto my clit and I felt her tongue ravaging me. My orgasm crashed down upon me in waves, and my body wanted to curl up into a fetal position, locking her face between my thighs and riding out the pleasure.

Tied down as I was, though, I couldn't get away, and it soon became too sensitive. I tried to tell her to get away, but she wouldn't stop, and I only vaguely was aware of him leaving my side to step behind her.

My eyes shot wide open as the sensitivity became too great. I needed her to stop. "No... no! Stop... Sensitive," I tried to explain. But she wouldn't stop. She wouldn't let up. Her mouth started pressing against my pussy in a rhythmic fashion and I saw he had stepped behind her and was fucking her from behind. I could only imagine what kind of relationship they had that they could share these kinds of fantasies with each other, and some twisted part of my brain was envious.

Another orgasm was looming, and each pounding hammer-like thrust of him into her pussy caused a chain reaction into my own pussy. The sensitivity blossomed back into another onslaught, and I rode another wave of come into her mouth. 

"Twice," I said, not knowing if I said it in my head or actually said it out loud. But at that moment she lifted up and started to climb on top of me again. She turned around so that her pussy hovered directly over my face, and there was no doubt what she wanted me to do.

"She's going to eat me out now," she told him. It was a curious thing to say, I thought. But by saying it I felt another surge inside my belly. I realized I liked hearing her tell me what was going to happen. I wanted that soft voice to keep talking.

Apparently so did he. "Go on," he said. I couldn't see him, only a vague movement at the foot of the bed let me know he was there.

"I want to watch you fuck her as she eats me out. I want her to make me come and you come at the same time."

I smiled to myself at that. A chance to make two people come at the same time? I'd never tried that before. I felt his hands begin to untie my legs and the freedom seemed unnatural at first. My arms were still wide open but now I could bend my knees. 

I felt strong hands on my hips lift me up and a pillow inserted under my ass. "I'm going to hold her open for your cock and I want you to fuck her," she said.

Sure enough, her hands slid down my torso and in between my legs. The sensation was so erotic I wanted her to do it again and again. Instead, though, she pulled my labia apart again, this time to give his cock access to me. My ass lifted off the bed gave him better leverage and I felt the cockhead rest against me. 

She shifted her weight and suddenly her pussy was pressing against my mouth. She had reached behind her and was holding my hair, keeping me in place. She wasn't pulling it, more running her fingers through it, but she used me as leverage for rocking her hips back and forth.

This was a new experience for me, and I found it hard to concentrate. It was a twisted form of 69, almost as I needed to stay focused on her pussy while his cock probed me. As he fucked me, she rubbed my clit. I didn't know if she intended to make me come or not but it wasn't helping me bring her to orgasm.

"She has such a beautiful pussy," I heard her say. With her thighs around my head it came out as a muffled whisper but I could still make out the words.

Her rubbing kept shooting ripples through my internal muscles, which he must have felt. With my ass off the bed and holding myself apart with my legs, I could feel my thighs start to tremble. His hands came down around my hips and he used them to guide his cock into me harder and deeper.

He settled into a rhythm and I could use that to allow myself to focus on her clit. I couldn't use my hands, tied as they were, but I lapped at her clit and pussy the best I could.

While I didn't have the leverage, she did, and she used her hand to guide my head to the places where she wanted me to lick and suck. She was using me to make her come and I loved it. 

She rocked her hips back and forth across my face, and I started to hear her hum and moan again. I knew she was going to be close.

"Almost there," she was telling him. "I'm almost there. Don't come yet."

Her breathing was difficult. The words came out with great effort. Each breath once again came with a grunt or a grown. "Almost. There. I want. To see. You come." 

Her thighs started shaking and I knew she was going to flood my face with an orgasm soon. At that moment I had never wanted anything more in my life than to be covered by both of their come at the same time. 

"Oh, now!" she cried out, and I heard him shout in orgasm as well. I felt his cockhead expand inside my pussy and the jets of hot fluid enter my body. He withdrew from me after a second and I felt her lurch forward, taking him in her mouth to drain him completely. 

Now that I could see a little better, I saw his face staring upwards, sweat pouring down his face, pure lust and release spreading across his features. She must have been one hell of an expert blowjob artist, as he started to stroke her hair gently, looking down at her with a peaceful expression. 




The Proposition



Part of me wanted him to fuck me some more, and part of me was aware that I would be sore if he did. Caught between those two desires the decision was made for me as he climbed off the bed and came over to release my ties.

"Why don't you take a shower," he told her. "I'll help her."

She must have nodded her agreement and climbed off me and moved over to the bathroom. She turned in profile to look at me, and once again I was stunned by her beauty. I wondered if I would ever have the opportunity to be with a woman so beautiful and talented again.

The water started running and he untied my arms. I started to get up, when he gently pushed me back onto the bed. 

"Thank you," he said, climbing on top of me. His cock was still mostly hard, and he slipped it into my pussy. "You were fantastic." 

I was about to ask him what he was doing when I remembered the "no questions rule," and took him deep into my body.

He moved against me, sliding in and out of my lubricated body, holding me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and stretched my arms by running them up and down his body, pulling him tighter into me. I curled up my legs around his waist, giving him easier access to penetrate me deeper.

His lovemaking was more gentle, far more delicate than I ever would have imagined. He kissed me, and even though his face wasn't as smooth as hers, the kisses were more tender and with more personal feeling behind them. 

I found my sexual passion melt into a more comfortable groove, and I undulated my hips against him, rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. He shifted his weight slightly so that the head started rubbing against my g-spot, and the orgasm which had been building before picked up where it had left off. 

He started stroking my hair, then running the back of his hands against my breasts, then taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. He flicked his tongue across my nipples and I felt my body respond against his. 

Our fucking was just how I liked it. Extremely long, deep strokes, with a steady rhythm that I could use to build my orgasm. I was going to come, and come from a very deep place and he was allowing me to use the rhythm to do it. 

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I heard myself say, but it was a distant, hollow voice.

I knew the orgasm was coming and I thought I was prepared for it but when it did it still came as a surprise. I clenched my entire body around him, and this time I could hold on for dear life. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and just held on through my orgasm. He waited, patiently, holding onto me and the only thing that moved was his pounding heartbeat and the twitching of his cock inside my pussy.

I collapsed back on the bed and he kissed me, sweetly, and we heard the water turn off.

"Looks like it's your turn. You look like you could use a shower," he grinned. I could only nod.

I untangled myself from him and lamented his withdrawal once more. He was still rock hard, and I felt bad that I hadn't made him come again, but he waved it off as he saw where I was looking. "It's okay," he said. 

I slid my legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand, only to find that I nearly fell over as my legs fought to relearn how to work. I managed to catch myself and stay upright, but wobbled terribly as I moved towards the bathroom. 

We met in the door, her nude form, freshly clean, stopping abruptly next to mine. She had an elegance to her that was mesmerizing, and I wished I could ask her who she was. She smiled at me, and ran her hands down my chest, feeling my nipples with her thumbs and resting her hands delicately on my hips. A little taller than I was, she leaned down and kissed me on the lips, then slid past me into the bedroom.

As I took a shower I flashed back to what had just happened, marveling at it all. Such an adventure would probably never happen in my lifetime and I wanted to remember this day as clearly as I could. I soaped up my body and felt sexier than I ever had in my entire life, and thought about jumping out of the shower and joining them for another round.

I realized that if I did that, though, I would risk jeopardizing her fantasy, and I didn't want to do that. It would be best to leave on a high note, I decided.

After I finished the shower and dried off, I emerged back into the bedroom to see her fucking him, riding him in a reverse cowboy. I watched for a moment and had a momentary second guess about leaving, but decided that I really should go and leave these two lovers to finish her fantasy however they saw fit. I lingered just a bit longer than I probably should have, mesmerized by her beautiful face turned upwards in pleasure. I had felt that cock and I knew what she must be experiencing.

Not having brought much clothing to begin with, it didn't take me long to gather my things. As I left I blew her a kiss from the door. She smiled and pursed her lips into a kiss in return.

The next day I returned to the same coffee shop. In the back of my mind I suppose I had hoped that he would enter the shop again and offer me another proposition. The previous night had been, in short, the most intense and electrifying sexual experience of my life and I found myself craving for a repeat performance. 

My mind was torn as I replayed our first meeting in my head, 

The book in my hand stayed open to the same page for the entire hour, as every time the door to the coffee shop opened I looked up in expectation and eagerness. He never showed up, however, and soon I had to disappointingly begin to gather my things. 

I reached underneath the table for my purse when I felt a light hand touch my arm. I jumped slightly and looked up into the pretty blue eyes of the blonde girl from the previous night. 

I couldn't prevent the huge grin from spreading across my face, and leapt up and gave her a kiss on both cheeks in greeting. She started to slide into the chair opposite and I returned to my seat as well. 

"Last night as amazing," she gushed. "You are so beautiful, exactly as he said you'd be."

The blush spread across my cheeks before I could protest. "You are too," I said. The grin remained plastered across my face.

Now it was her turn to blush. She looked away briefly and then brought her eyes back to meet mine. "Thank you," she said, her eastern European accent hanging softly in the air. "I hope that it was everything you hoped for."

"Excuse me?" I asked. I wasn't sure what she meant. 

"Last night," she said, nodding her head in enthusiasm. "I hope that I helped your fantasy."

"My... fantasy?" I stuttered a little. 

The smile on her face started to fade. "Yes," she said, looking somewhat confused. "Your boyfriend said that you had a fantasy that you wanted to have fulfilled."

"My boyfriend..." I left my voice trail off.

"Yes," she said. "I met him yesterday afternoon in a book store and he said he had a proposition for me, that there were some rules..."



The Proposition



Bane and I'd finally came to the conclusion that the two of us could use a vacation, so I'd checked the dogs at my parents, and we headed out. We figured we'd head to the gamer convention that took place in Seattle. The flight was long, but we'd gotten in a day early and wandered around the lobby. I'd been pleased to see that there was a bar there, and I had a few drinks while Bane showered up. A guy who appeared to be in his mid-twenties approached me at the bar and informed me that he'd like to buy me a drink.

"I'm all for free drinks." I remarked. "But I'm happily taken." I was surprised that he agreed to buy the drink anyway. Bane showed up shortly after, and quickly stepped in to ask the guy who he was. He replied with "Jake." The two of us were wary of him, as he seemed to show a lot of interest in me. However, he seemed to be gentlemanly enough not to cross any lines.

I continued to drink for a little while, and lo and behold, became very aroused. Other than Jake, Bane, and I, the bar was empty. I began to pull at Bane's waistband, tugging his hips between mine. Jake watched intently as I grazed my thumb not-so-subtly over the crotch of Bane's jeans, to find that he was already hard and watching me. Jake slid his hand over his own crotch, where Bane must have noticed his erection.

"She's -mine-." Bane growled at Jake, pulling my hips into his grinding onto me. "All mine."

"I know... But she seems so willing to please you. You're lucky."

"Yeah, she's amazing." He said, running his thumb over my lower lip. "You should see her..."

"What if I could?" Jake asked. Bane met him with a possessive growl. "No, you misunderstood. I don't want to fuck your girl. I want to see you fuck her."

"No." I said, growling lightly.

"What about a blowjob? I won't touch her, I won't touch you, and I won't get anything anywhere. You don't have to worry about me blowing it on her back or anything." I winced at the though of a stranger cumming on me. Disgusting. "We'll go back to your room, and you'll get to show her off... Only if you guys are into it though."

Bane looked at me, and I looked back. He breathed in, sliding a finger into my belt loop.

"Its up to Rook."

"... Ah'll do it... But Jake can't instruct me at all."

"I won't."

I finished the last of my drink, tipped the bartender, and lead Bane by the hand to the elevator. Jake followed us, and by the time the elevator door closed, Bane had already grabbed me and pushed me flat against the wall. He kissed me roughly, hands pulling my hips to his, and then whispered in my ear.

"You really wanna do this?"

"Mmmhmm." I replied, my hand already rubbing him through his jeans. He was straining hard against the denim.

His hand reached down and stopped mine, and he growled lightly into my ear, holding my hand tightly in his. "Good... Because I want to show you off." He took my hand in his, pressing it to him, and gave a pretty strong thrust with his hips.

The elevator door opened, and we stepped out. We made our way to our room, a nice little suite that we'd saved up for, figuring that we'd spend an extra day or so just in the room ourselves. Jake walked in and looked around, and sat at the desk, turning his chair to face us.

"Am I allowed to... You know..." He made a motion with his hand, pantomiming stroking his cock.

"Only if you don't get anything anywhere. Here." Bane tossed a box of tissues at Jake, who nodded and sat back on the chair, waiting.

Bane reached over to the bed and grabbed a pillow, tossing it on the floor near his feet. He leaned back against a wall and watched as I pulled my hair back into a loose, messy ponytail, and threw on a headband to keep my hair from falling around my mouth. He smirked as I turned to look at him, grabbing me by the hips. He kissed me and and began to grind himself into me. I heard the sound of Jake unzipping his pants and sliding out his cock. I glanced over at him, a small smirk on my face.

I could hear Bane growl lightly, almost a jealous, guttural noise, as he grabbed my hand and rubbed it against his straining erection. I loved his jealous possessive streak, even though he should know better. I couldn't have cared less about Jake and his erection. I was just amused by how turned on Bane and I had made him. I turned back to look at Bane, and leaned up to whisper in his ear a single phrase that I'd known would quell his insecurities.

"I want you so bad..." My tongue traced his earlobe as I rubbed my hand along his jeans, teasing him through the denim.

"I want your lips wrapped around my cock," he said, above a whisper. Jake heard him and drew in a soft gasp.

I knelt down in front of Bane, nuzzling his jeans with my nose and lips, and he let out a small grunt, his hands immediately reaching for my hair. I smiled devilishly and reached up, unbuttoning his pants, slowly sliding down the zipper... I pulled both his jeans and boxers down around his hips enough to expose him, but not enough for them to be fully down around his ankles. I let out a soft moan at the sight of his hard cock, my hand reaching up and grasping it lightly. I stroked him lightly for a few seconds, and he drew in short little breaths, keeping himself still, save for his hand that was fussing in my hair. I parted my lips and slid them over his cock, eliciting both a moan from Bane and Jake. I found myself smirking as I ran my tongue over the tip of his hardened cock, enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth. I pulled back, stroking his cock at a teasingly slow pace, as I gave a few long, slow licks over the tip. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to Jake, who intently watched me, stroking the very end of his cock with his ring and thumb finger, watching me.

"Mmm..." I looked up at Bane and licked his cock from base to tip. "I love the way you taste..." He moaned and pressed his palm to the back of my head, wordlessly urging me to suck his cock. I obliged, opening my mouth and letting him press me further down his cock.

"Oh fuck..." He murmured, breathing out a sigh as I took him little by little into my mouth. "You wouldn't believe how good my girls mouth feels around my cock." I saw him glance over at Jake through a half-lidded gaze, before looking down to me, running a thumb over my cheek. "Fucking amazing..."

I ran my tongue over him, made sure my lip ring pressed flush against the underside of his shaft, still stroking him lightly with my hand. I loved to suck off Bane. There was something so arousing about the way he played with my hair, the way he'd press me against his cock, the feeling of his cock sliding over my sensitive lips, and those moans! The sounds that escape that boy alone are near orgasm inducing, especially when paired with half-phrase and commands.

"Fuck... Mmm... I love her lip ring... Feels so good pressed right up against my cock." He leaned back against the wall, his hand moving back to my hair, fussing in it, twirling loose strands from the messy ponytail. "Mmm..."

I slid my mouth down his cock, almost the full length. I never really had any problems deep throating most of his cock, my gag reflex is pretty good, but the final inch and a half almost always trips me up. I kept my ring and thumb finger wrapped around the base of his cock, and as I pulled my mouth back, followed it with my hand, lengthening the stroke. I licked the tip for a moment, enjoying his taste, and then began to draw him into my mouth, leading the long slow stroke with my fingers, followed by my lips and tongue. I kept doing this, every so often twisting my fingers lightly against his cock.

"Mmm... My girl knows just how I like my cock sucked..." He moved his hand to my ponytail wrapping his fingers around the base of it "...But she knows how to take direction." He tilted my head upward a little, and pushed my head forward, pushing his cock into my mouth and down into my throat, before gently pulling me back by my hair. He groaned and pushed down again, forcing his cock a little deeper into my mouth, making sure to pull me back before I choked. "Mmm... Fuck." He smirked lightly, reaching down, and pulling my hand away from his cock. "No hands, Rook. I just want your mouth tonight."

Slight tears had formed at the corners of my eyes, a sign that he'd pushed his cock deep into my throat, dangerously close to that last damned inch and a half. I knew what I was in for, though, and I'd be lying if I'd said I wasn't excited. Most of the time, he lets me suck and stroke him at my own will, a rare time where I'm in control, but every once and a while, he takes control of the situation. I let out a soft moan as he pulled me back from his cock, just enough that just the head of it rested in my mouth. Over the next few minutes, he continued to push and pull me up and down his cock, letting me get used to the pace, which was quickening at a steady pace.

"Mmm... My girls mouth feels so good. I love her lips and tongue, And..." He held my head so his cock was in my mouth, but the tip rested right at the entrance to my throat. He gave a slight thrust, and I felt my throat seize up. "...I love her throat." Jake moaned softly, reminding me that he was there. I'd almost forgotten, since I was so focused on Bane.

I didn't choke. But I felt his cock slide into my throat, and I knew his cock was almost completely in. He pulled me back quickly and wiped one of the tears at the corner of my eye away with his thumb. He kept his other hand on my ponytail, and pushed me down his cock again. My lips wrapped around him as he forced his cock into my throat again, then pulled back. He continued to push and pull me up and down his cock, every once in a while thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into my mouth and throat.

"Mmm... I love the way she gives head..." He began to push in and out faster, keeping his cock deeper in my mouth on each return stroke. Tears continued to form at the base of my eyes, and he brushed them away with a gentleness that would have been surprising to anyone watching, Jake included. Bane knew that it was just a reaction to his cock being in my throat, and I secretly suspected that he liked wiping away the tears, as though he were taking care of me in the middle of such an act. "Mmm...Fuck..." He groaned and quickened the pace, his free hand pressing into my shoulder. He pulled my ponytail and thrust his hips in a rhythmic fashion, his eyes half-lidded, soft growls escaping his throat.

I arched my back a little, tilting my head up so he could thrust down into my throat easier. I loved the feeling of his cock sliding over my lips, and I even liked the feeling of my throat seizing up every so often when he forced the full length of his cock down my throat. What can I say? I love pleasing my man.

"Oh Fuck... " He began to move erratically, making it harder for me to take his quick, short thrusts. "I'm gonna..." He gripped my ponytail even tighter, and gave three, deep thrusts. My throat seized up, and tears slightly began to roll down my cheeks. He eased up, slowing his strokes for a moment, grunting and gasping softly. "Fuck, Oh..."

I heard another moan and a curse word uttered from somewhere off to my side, followed by some swearing and shuffling. However, my vision was blurred as Bane pressed his hand firmly to the back of my head, preventing me from moving back any, and began to thrust into my throat in short, powerful strokes, forcing the entire length of himself down my throat, barely giving me a chance to breathe.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck!" He spat out the words and grabbed my ponytail hard, and with one final thrust down my throat, pulled back, leaving my mouth open, and gripped the base of his cock, and came.

In messy, white streaks...

I heard Jake let out a loud grunt, but I didn't care. My attention was focused on Bane. His cum hit my tongue and the back of my throat, and a few drops hit my lips and chin. He finished cumming, rubbing the tip of his cock around my lips, playing with my hair, and then wiping away my tears. I took a finger and wiped the cum from my chin and sucked it clean, while Bane stuffed himself into his pants and dropped to his knees, nuzzling my neck and shoulder.

"Mmm... " He murmured against my ear. "That felt so good, baby." He turned to Jake, who was panting in post-orgasmic exhaustion. He'd kept his deal, and tossed the tissue into the garbage.

"Oh..." I said, in a nonchalant tone. "...You're still here? I hadn't noticed." He stared at me blankly, as Bane's hand slipped down between my thighs, rubbing at the crotch of my jeans, chuckling against my ear.

"You're so mean, Rook." He whispered, rubbing me through my jeans. "I love it." He looked back to Jake, who was fixing himself back into his pants. "Jake. Leave." Bane said. Jake blinked, almost taken aback. "Now." Bane growled.

The door closed behind Jake, who must have retreated to his room. Bane continued to rub between my legs and grinned.

"I love showing you off...Now..." He unbuttoned my jeans, sliding his hand down between my thighs. He pressed his lips to my ear, whispering to me. "Now where were we?"



The Proposition



I would like to thank my editor, eluckenbach. The story would not be what it is without his assistance, encouragement, his wonderful suggestions and a little male prospective. Thank you for everything. 

This is my first venture into the world of writing erotica, as well as my first submission to site. Please take the time to vote and/or leave a comment and let me know what you think. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

Jessica

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Maggie had started waiting tables at one of those upscale fast food/family type restaurants that specializes in milk shakes and steakburgers, about a month ago for some extra cash and excitement when she met Craig. Maggie was 30, 5'11" brunette with curves in all the right places. The type of woman who always catches a man's attention not only by looks but also by what comes out of her mouth. 

Saying that Maggie didn't think a whole lot of Craig when she first met him would be putting it mildly, Maggie thought he was the most obnoxious, irritating person she had ever met. 

Their first interaction happened when Maggie was standing in the service station trying to punch in an order on a computer system. She still wasn't overly comfortable with it. Being almost 6' tall, very few people are ever able to "stand over" her but that's just exactly what he did. Craig was 20, 6'3" tall, blonde and lanky, the ideal Florida surfer type. He stood on her right side, not just standing but hovering. Maggie looked up past the black apron that covered his white dress shirt and red bow tie into his pale blue eyes as he leaned, totally relaxed, his arm slung over the other computer terminal, smiling his cocky little grin, completely at ease while Maggie was beyond frustration trying to figure out how to punch in a damn turtle caramel milkshake. Being hovered over is unnerving enough, especially for someone of her height, but for it to be a punk ass kid acting like he owned the world and her being nervous and frustrated made it doubly so. It was REALLY starting to piss her off. Maggie looked up at him, shooting daggers with her eyes. 

"Can I help you with something?" she asked in her most sarcastic tone. 

"Nope," he replied, continuing to stand there doing nothing but watch, wearing a shit-eating grin. Maggie did her best to ignore him while she finally finished punching in the order. After printing out the slip and hanging it on the pass-through to the kitchen, Maggie turned to her shadow, who hadn't moved a muscle for the last five minutes while she had input the order. 

"Who are you and just what the hell is your deal anyway?" Maggie asked. 

"You're new," he said. 

"Well thank you Captain Obvious," was her caustic reply. Normally she was a people person, actually having been accused of being too perky, but piss her off and watch out, she been known to let blood with her tongue. "Who are you?" Maggie asked again. 

"I'm Craig," he said, having stood up from his reclining pose, acting like the name should mean something and giving her what he thought was a million dollar smile. 

"Maggie," she grumbled pushing past him and went to get her salads from the cooler. 

"Hey," he said again, following after her. "You're new." 

"Haven't we already covered this?" Maggie replied, trying to focus on what exactly she was supposed to put in a damned side salad. "Yes, I'm new. I started about three weeks ago." 

"Ah," he said as if it were some big revelation. "I've been on vacation for the last three weeks." 

"How nice for you," Maggie said with the most sickening sweet smile she could muster. "I have to run my sides, so if you'll excuse me," she said trying to push past him. 

"Wait a sec," he said, boxing her into the corner. "I just wanted to say hi and see if you needed any help, advice or anything. I pretty much run the floor." Maggie looked up at him skeptically. There were two service trainers and he was neither of them.  

"Nope, I'm good," Maggie said. "Beth trained me and Ellen gave me the approval to start on the floor." 

"Ah Beth," he said giving her one of those looks that said, you poor child. "Yeah she's ok. I was trained by Ellen. When I started here, I told them I was the best and only wanted to be trained by the best." 

"Well I think I'm doing pretty well and if you'll excuse me, I really do need to get back to my tables," and pushed past him. The only thought Maggie had at this point was "what an asshole". For the rest of the day, she tried her best to avoid Craig and asked the other servers just what his deal was. She found out he'd been working there about a year, was really rather odd and thought an awful lot of himself. 

Over the next couple of weeks, Craig and Maggie started talking. She learned very quickly that he was one of those people you had to get to know and ended growing on you like a fungus. He told her he was 20 and wasn't seeing anyone currently. 

He had a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor, just like hers and was always really good with the witty repartee, which Maggie loved. He commented one day as they were bantering, and she shot a particularly witty zinger his way. 

"See, I like that," he said with a big smile. "You're really smart and quick, not many people can keep up with me." 

"Well bring it on Craigy boy, I'll kick your ass in verbal sparing any day of the week." They talked about their respective dating histories and how Maggie hadn't dated anyone since moving down to FL three years ago. Maggie told him she always had a dating profile up on line and even tried that expensive on-line matching service. He said he had too, but had posted his profile after Maggie pulled hers off. 

"Well damn, Maggie, I guess I've just been looking in the wrong place at the wrong time," he said, a twinkle in his eye with his killer $50 tip smile. 

They played, and flirted, and then one night, after a 16 hour overnight club shift when Craig had been called in and agreed to work simply because Maggie was working, it happened..... 

She was exhausted, her feet hurt, she was dirty, and all she wanted was to go home, have a hot shower and climb into bed. Maggie was sitting in a corner booth rolling silverware, the bane of any server's existence, when Craig sat down opposite her in the booth. Maggie was extremely punchy by this point and more then a little silly. Craig was helping her roll the silverware and started speaking in low hushed tones, very quickly. Maggie really couldn't hear or follow what he was saying, so she was kind of tuning out, nodding in agreement until she heard the last line of his monologue- 

"... So Maggie, what do you say I go home with you and fuck you silly??" Maggie just kept nodding and was giggling at this point. 

"You're not taking me seriously at all are you? And I just made a complete ass out of myself," he said in the same hushed, hurried tones with the most adorable disappointed look on his face. 

"No, no," Maggie quickly said. "I'm sorry, I'm just exhausted and not thinking straight right now." 

Neither of them said anything else for a while. As they sat there rolling the silverware, Maggie began to think about the possibilities. Her knee-jerk reaction to Craig's little proposal was "Hell no!" not being the type of girl that just jumps into bed with someone, especially since she had only known him for a few weeks. 

Maggie's list of lovers was relatively short, her list of prior boyfriends even shorter. Very early on in her dating career she had developed the policy of not sleeping with anyone that she wasn't dating, however since moving to Florida, she'd had a few occasions where she had thrown the rulebook out the window. Maggie was far from being promiscuous, the four men she had slept with in her first year of living in Florida being an all time high for her. However, upon deeper reflection and a rapidly developing great distaste for bad sexual experiences, which most of them had been, she had been all but celibate since, going back to her initial relationship rule. Since then, Maggie had not had the time or the interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with anyone she had met, despite the heightening demands of her maturing and lately insatiable libido. Now it had been almost two years since she'd had sex and offers like this, that she was actually willing to entertain, didn't come along everyday that was for sure. Maggie thought long and hard about it for the next several minutes. 

Craig was a nice guy, tall, good-looking, and smart. He made her laugh and his feet and hands were huge! So after Maggie punched out, she walked back over to the booth. Her decision had been made, and her stomach was in knots. She was either about to make another of the worst mistakes of her life or have one hell of a morning. She looked down at Craig who had his head down resting on his arms. 

"So," Maggie started, taking a breath and steeling her resolve, here goes nothing, "you coming home with me or what?" Craig's head snapped up and the smile he gave her was full of the promise of wicked things to come. 

They drove back to her apartment, a modest one bedroom, which was decorated in pale hues of blue and green. Instead of stopping in the living room, Maggie walked straight into her bedroom, which was immediately accessible through a doorway to the left of the front door. She kicked off her shoes and shed her white work shirt, tossing it aside so it was draped across the top of her standing shoe rack. Wearing only her black work pants and a white tank top, she simply collapsed on the bed where Craig quickly joined her after locking the front door and removing his shoes. 

It had been a quiet drive back, both of them exhausted and nervous. They lay on her large raised bed and talked for a minute, making the first physical contact by holding hands. Maggie got up and showered quickly, making sure that she'd scrubbed the evening's grime off and ensuring that she shaved her legs and underarms. As Maggie was trimming the curling brown hair that had grown on her pussy it occurred to her that if she was taking such an uncharacteristic chance with Craig, why not kick it up a notch? Maggie filled her hand with the rich, floral scented shaving cream and slathered it over her entire pussy. Later, as she rinsed off the last few remnants of the soft, white foam from her newly shaved pussy, she shivered as she felt the warm water cascading down between the now bald lips. Maggie quickly finished rinsing off and wrapped herself in a towel. Her pink nipples were already hard and tingling, ripe with anticipation. 

Maggie opened the bathroom door in a puff of hot, moist steam. Surveying her bedroom, she noted a pile of clothes, which weren't hers, tossed on the floor in front of her dark wood dresser. She looked at Craig as he lay sprawled naked, across black satin comforter of her bed. His long, lithe body, with its golden skin, lightly dusted with blonde hairs and his proud long cock straining toward the ceiling. Her gaze hungrily took in the bare golden flesh. The midnight colored, shiny material the perfect accent to his delectable body. Although he was deeply tanned almost everywhere, the deep bronze tone of his skin lightened to something only a few shades darker then her own pale skin tone just above his waving member. Craig was pale from just below the line of his hips to the upper part of his thighs where his board shorts would likely rest. 

Maggie normally liked bigger men, a bit bulkier then Craig, but he was well toned from his wide chest and nicely shaped biceps to his six-pack abs and hard muscled thighs. And, he was very well endowed.... 

Maggie stepped up onto the low raised platform that held her queen-sized bed, which was swathed in black and crimson colored sheets, blankets and pillows. She moved to his side, running her hands, first up his thigh and then his over his flat stomach, curling her fingers so that every so often her nails were making contact with his skin, a light scratching as she watched the pale white lines her nails made in his golden skin fade away. She bent down to him, taking his mouth, first as a soft, tentative meeting of the lips, then with an even greater hunger, their tongues dueling, fighting for supremacy in the great dark damp cave that was their mouths. 

Craig pulled the soft, slightly damp terry cloth towel that was wrapped around Maggie from her body, and pulled her atop him. The light floral scent of Maggie's shampoo and shaving cream combined with the fresh, clean scent of her milk and honey body wash mingled together as Craig's nostrils with filled with the exquisite smell of a freshly showered woman. Maggie sat on Craig's thighs, his cock straining against the lips of her hairless pussy for entry. Maggie broke the kiss and sat up, gyrating her hips and grinding herself down upon Craig's now throbbing cock, a wicked, mischievous gleam in her eyes. Craig looked at her with blatant hunger and possession in his eyes, drinking in the sight of her nude body. 

Her face was flushed with a soft pink glow, much rosier then her normally pale complexion. Her beautiful lips were swollen from their kissing, her long chestnut hair damp and lying down her back and around her shoulders, framed her milky white breasts with their pink nipples swollen and begging for his touch. 

He reached his hands up to grab her small, but perky breasts, a perfect handful and kneaded them, flicking his thumbs over her sensitive, engorged nipples. Maggie moaned as she continued to grind herself down onto Craig's lap, yet still denying both him and herself the satisfaction of their ultimate joining. Craig looked down over Maggie's soft, pale stomach to her hairless pussy. He smiled, seeing the slightly parted lips against his abdomen; he could feel her juices slowing leaking out of her engorged pussy as it rubbed against his cock. 

Maggie lowered herself back down to Craig's lips, kissing him roughly, but deeply before pulling her mouth away from his and moving to his neck and ear where she continued to kiss, bite, lick and tease him. She inhaled deeply and reveled in that smell, a mixture of sweat, long ago faded cologne and the musk that is innately masculine. Craig groaned as he felt Maggie sink her teeth into the side of his neck, even as she sucked on the same spot, massaging the skin with her tongue. 

"Damn, I'm going to have one hell of hickey in the morning, but who the fuck cares?" He thought. 

Maggie flatted her body against his and slid down his chest, kissing, licking and biting her way. She stopped as her mouth reached his right nipple, the small brown nub standing at attention from his chest. She took his nipple into her mouth, sucking and lathing it with her tongue, scraping her teeth over the sensitive skin in time to Craig's moans of pleasure. While she sucked and bit his right nipple, her left hand was pinching and tweaking the left, taking a moment to run her nails down over his chest and stomach, which was lightly dusted with more of his golden blonde hair, to wrap around his cock which was now trapped between their bodies. 

Maggie moved to Craig's other nipple, giving it the same treatment as she slowly slid her hand up and down Craig's hard, long shaft. She slid down the rest of the way down his body, licking biting and kissing the hot flesh along the way, she stopped momentarily to run his cock over her bare breasts rubbing the head with its drop of precum over each of her nipples until she was settled between his legs. Maggie's eyes traveled up Craig's body to his face, as he looked down at her expectantly, his cock standing tall and proud between them, the large head swollen and almost purple, wanting, no demanding Maggie's attention. 

She grasped the base of the shaft in her hand, while placing her left hand lower, grabbing his sac and slowly massaging, rolling his balls around, running her finger up and down that ultra sensitive patch of skin behind his sac. Maggie run the tip of her tongue up the vein on the underside of his penis, to the base of the head, before continuing to run it around, under the ridge of the head, making sure to flatten her tongue and run the warm, slick, steel ball of her tongue ring over the sensitive patch of skin where the head meets the shaft. Maggie ran her tongue over every side and surface of Craig's hard cock, including taking a moment to lick over his sac and take each of the walnut sized glands into her mouth to suck on while she massaged the skin with her tongue. Craig tasted just like he smelled, warm and spicy with just a little bit of the acidic tang of sweat. Maggie reveled in the sensation of having a large, beautiful cock in her mouth again. She loved giving head and had had no opportunity to in the past two years, but oh how she had missed it. 

Maggie slid her tongue and hand back up Craig's cock before sliding her tongue over the head, gently probing her tongue into the hole and very, very lightly running her top teeth over the head before sucking it into her mouth. Maggie greedily sucked on the head of Craig's large cock, like it was her favorite lollipop while pumping her right hand up and down his long shaft, now slick with her saliva. Maggie moved her head rhythmically up and down over his penis, maintaining lots of suction, massaging with her tongue and pumping whatever part of the shaft she wasn't currently sucking on with her hand. 

Craig's groans of pleasure were getting more rapid and insistent, with the occasional "aaaaahhhhh baby" whenever she focused the suction. Maggie moved her hand to the base of Craig's cock and pushed her head down further then it had been, opening her throat until her nose was resting against the smooth skin of his abdomen. With the head of Craig's cock lodged in her throat, Maggie swallowed, twice, to the sound of Craig's loud moaning, her throat muscles massing the head while her tongue continued to travel up and down the shaft. 

Maggie slowly rose up the shaft sucking and pumping it again. Maggie continued, slowly increasing her speed until Craig's moans and groans became constant, his hands in her hair trying to force her up and down his shaft faster, fucking her mouth. Maggie felt the swelling of Craig's shaft, as his balls pulled themselves closer to his body, preparing to deliver the prize Maggie had sought since she came out of the shower. She sucked and pumped faster. 

"AAAAGGGGHHH, I'm gonna cum, yeah baby suck me," were Craig's last words as Maggie pumped her hand up his shaft twice more before she again slammed her whole head down his shaft until her nose was again pressed his abdomen and felt his cock spasm in her mouth as Craig spurted his large load of creamy white cum into her mouth. Maggie swirled the warm, thick, salty, sweet, bitter fluid around her mouth with her tongue before swallowing it. In her experience, nothing seemed to impress a man more than a woman who swallows, and Maggie loved the sensation of hot load of cum in her mouth before it went sliding down her throat. Maggie slowly slid her mouth back up Craig's cock, continuing to suck and lick. She took it from her mouth, lathing the sides and top with her tongue before placing a soft kiss upon its head and sliding herself back up his body where she gave his a deep, passionate kiss. Craig moaned and thrust his tongue deeper into Maggie's mouth as soon as he tasted the bitter sweetness of his recently spent load on Maggie's tongue and teeth. He clasped her to him and simply devoured from the mouth down. When Maggie pulled her head away from Craig's and looked at him, his eyes still closed, his breathing ragged. 

"Christ," he panted. 

Maggie smiled, 'Yeah, that will do for starters,' she thought. 

When Craig had caught his breath, he looked over to Maggie who was lying beside him, a smug smile on her face. 

"I'm going to wipe that smile right off your face woman," he growled as he grabbed her and pulled her to his lips. He kissed her, their tongues mating within their mouths before he quickly left her mouth to pay homage to her breasts. He pulled the nipple of the left breast into his mouth where he sucked hungrily like a starving babe and massaged the other with his hand, working the soft skin and supple flesh with his fingers and pulled on the nipple as Maggie moaned and thrust her chest towards him, holding his head to her breast while he feasted and massaged. After several minutes Craig left her breasts, Maggie protesting, as he sat up and slid to the foot of the bed. Maggie watched with a great deal of anticipation as he moved between her legs and grasping the firm, rounded cheeks of her ass, Craig lifted the lower half of her body off the bed, leaving only her shoulders and head still in contact with the mattress before he pulled her dripping bald pussy to his mouth. 




The Proposition



Grace Newell tugged at the strap of her black singlet and let out a sigh. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with this. She rapped her knuckles against the door and took a step back. Her heart thudded so loud the beats pounded in her ears. 

She smoothed her hands over her denim skirt and turned to gaze at the quiet street. Sunlight bounced off the windshield of her parked car. A dog barked in the distance and the smell of a barbecue wafted on the wind.

The breeze lifted her blonde hair. She flattened her palm against her churning stomach, closed her eyes and concentrated on deep breaths. As the seconds ticked by, she considered the wisdom of running away and pretending this had never happened. 

It was a stupid idea anyway -- really stupid. Grace opened her eyes and took a step towards the edge of the porch. She bit her lip and hesitated, the pull to disappear just as strong as the urge to stay. 

Her stomach dipped. The door swung open at her back, making her decision for her. 

"Horse Face, what brings you here?"

Grace summoned the courage to turn and look into the blue eyes of Tom Jackson, her best friend Alison's older brother. The rumpled state of his coffee-coloured hair gave the impression he'd just climbed out of bed - at two in the afternoon. His muscled arm rested on the door frame above his head and the breeze caressed the dark hairs sprinkled across his chest. He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else. No matter how long she stood here, Grace knew she'd never tire of looking at him. 

She sighed inwardly at his ability to always ruin the moment by speaking. "It's Grace, Tom. It's always been Grace." He'd given her the annoying nickname back when she'd worn braces and kept her long hair in a ponytail. She'd changed over the years -- considerably - but he'd never seemed able to lose that image of her as an awkward teenager. She elbowed her way past him and stalked into the house.

She dropped her purse and keys onto the hall table and turned to take in the living room. Her hazel eyes swept over the coffee table littered with wine glasses and empty beer cans, the beige couch with a pair of jeans draped over the back. She knew Tom had invited his family over last night to celebrate his recent promotion at work. Being a family of seven, their nights often turned into rowdy ones.

The door clicked closed behind her. Grace flinched at the finality of the sound. She paced the wooden floorboards and nibbled her thumbnail, then yanked her hand away when she remembered she'd given up the habit years ago. 

" Gracie, stop for a minute." Tom snagged her elbow and turned her toward him. "What's going on? Is something wrong with Alison?"

"No. What?" Grace blinked. "No. She's fine. There's nothing wrong with her." 

Tom released his hold on her. "Why are you here then? You never come by without her."

"I had to see you on my own. You can't....please don't tell her about this." Grace covered her face with her hands. She massaged her forehead and took a couple of fortifying breaths. Was she really going to do this? "I have a question to ask you."

"Must be a good one. You can't even look at me."

Grace forced her hands away and met his eyes. He'd moved over to the couch and sat on the edge with his hands dangling between his knees. His watchful eyes followed her every movement. 

She huffed out a breath. "I'm just going to come out with it, okay?"

"That's usually the best way." He waggled his thumb at the empty space beside him. "Do you want to take a seat? You look like you're about to pass out."

Grace shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I just really need to say this." Her heart hammered and the pressure built inside her until the idea of telling him almost became appealing. "Tom...I'm a virgin."

He leaned back against the couch and clasped his hands behind his head. Amusement glimmered in his eyes and a lazy smile played about his lips. "Gracie, with your uptight, highly strung personality, I'd never have guessed."

A flush warmed her cheeks. "I knew you'd react this way."

"Then why did you tell me?" He kept his eyes on her. 

It took some effort, but Grace managed to push her embarrassment aside and approach the coffee table. She shoved a couple of empty beer cans out of the away and perched on the edge facing him. Her attention flickered to the living room window. She briefly considered crashing through the glass to make her escape. "We've known each other a long time. I've been thinking a lot lately about-" 

"Stop stalling." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stroked her leg with his fingertips. "Out with it."

Grace blew the hair from her eyes and glanced down at her hands. "The thing is, Tom..."

"Yes, Gracie." 

"I want you to take my virginity."

The sudden silence weighed heavily in the room. Grace held her breath and trained her attention on her fingernails. Now it was out there, there was no taking it back. She waited for him to laugh, to ridicule her, but nothing happened. "You're not saying anything." She glanced up and saw his guarded expression. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Jesus, Gracie, I'm in shock." Tom dragged a hand down his face. "You can't just throw it out there like that."

"You told me to!" She pressed her lips together and focused on staying calm. "I just want to get it out of the way. I'm twenty-three years old. I'm sick of having this hanging over my head."

His eyes passed over her. "I'm sure you could find plenty of men willing to help you out with your 'problem'."

"I don't want just any man." Grace chewed her lower lip. She closed her eyes and held her breath for a moment. When her gaze met his again, she found some of her courage had returned. "I want you."

Tom cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Why?"

"I want my first time to be amazing." She saw the heat flare in his eyes and it gave her hope. "I know with you it will be."

"I'd ask if you were serious, but in all the time I've known you I've never heard you crack a single joke." 

Grace slapped her palms on her knees and pushed herself up to stand. "I knew it was a risk asking you a question like this. I half expected you to say no." She stepped over his bare feet and forced her shoulders back. "I was an idiot to even ask."

Tom gripped her wrist as she passed by, tugging firmly enough to bring her back a step. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it."

Grace felt her breath catch. "You'll help me out?"

"Yeah, it'll be a real chore. I'd like to say I'm the type of guy who wouldn't take advantage of a woman in your situation, but who would I be kidding?" He fought a losing battle to keep the smile off his face. "I can't believe my life has come to this."  

Grace yanked her wrist free from his grasp and scowled at him. "This is one of the reasons I chose you; your ability to have sex and move on as if nothing happened - also because you annoy me enough I'm not likely to develop any feelings for you."

Tom stood and flicked his fingertip down her nose. "You underestimate my appeal, Gracie." He propped his hands at his waist and looked her over. "So, are we doing this now, or did you come here to make an appointment?"

She raised her eyes to the ceiling and blew out a loud breath. "I'm beginning to wonder why I came here at all." 

Tom laughed and gave her upper arm a quick rub. "Why don't we just get it over with?" He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled gently.

Despite her better judgment, Grace gave in and followed behind him. 

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She discovered his bedroom was filled with modern, masculine furniture. Sunlight crept around the edges of the closed drapes, giving the room a pale, muted glow. The bed was unmade, she'd expected that, but everything else had its own little place. A faint smile shaped her lips as she glanced around at his things. She'd never had cause to be in here before. It made her feel closer to him. 

Grace wandered over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She flicked off her sandals and curled her toes into the beige rug. The sound of running water pounded on the other side of the ensuite door. Her leg jiggled and queasiness settled in her stomach. 

"You could join me, you know." Tom's deep voice echoed in the shower stall.

Grace shook her head at the humour in his tone. "I think I'll just wait here," she called back.

"Suit yourself." 

She smiled absently and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. The navy linen looked cool and inviting. She knew the pillows would smell of him. Grace nibbled on her lower lip and weighed up her options. Should she undress and climb in, or wait until he came out of the shower? She decided lying naked under the covers appealed to her more than sitting here growing increasingly nervous. 

Grace stood and moved into the centre of the room. She drew a breath, crossed her arms over her body and tugged at the hem of her singlet. As the bundle of black cotton fell from her fingertips, she tried not to dwell on the sexual experience his former girlfriends must have had, or worry too much about her awkwardness killing the mood. 

She adjusted the strap on her black bra and peered at herself in the dressing table mirror. Her breasts swelled above the intricate lace cups. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation and her stomach muscles contracted with each quick breath. She gathered her hair in a thick bundle and shook it out behind her. 

Grace unsnapped the button on her skirt and hooked her fingers in the waistband. She pushed it down her thighs and stepped from the puddled denim. Dressed only in her bra and a pair of black lace panties that rode low on her hips, she gazed at her reflection. With the unfamiliar room at her back, it almost felt like she was watching someone else.

She blew out a controlled breath and reached behind her to unsnap the clasp on her bra. The flimsy material slackened across her chest. She slid the straps down her arms, letting the bra drop from her dangling fingertips. Cool air whispered over her skin. 

Grace closed her eyes and tried to imagine how Tom's hands would feel roaming her body, touching places only she had touched; his weight pressing down on her, his hardness pushing into her. She tentatively stroked her nipples, sighing when they tightened beneath her touch. 

She knew Tom would do everything possible to make this moment pleasurable for her. The knowledge stirred a deep longing inside her. Grace grew bolder and smoothed her palms over her breasts, lifting and massaging the tender flesh. 

Her hand slipped over warm skin and textured lace. She trailed her fingers between her thighs, knowing that soon his fingers would be there, teasing, stroking. She knew what it was like to reach that sensual peak, to feel control slip away. It would be different letting Tom take that control from her. 

Her head tipped back and she breathed softly. She wanted this, it thrilled her to realise - she wanted him. If she could just push aside her anxiety, everything would be perfect. 

"I'm actually at a loss for words." 

Her eyes shot open at the sound of Tom's voice. Embarrassment washed over her as she spun around to face him. No matter how much her fingers itched to protect her modesty, Grace forced her hands to stay at her sides. "I didn't know you were there."

"I know." He stood in the open doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair in disarray. His eyes flickered over her. "That's what made it so damn sweet."

Grace felt her cheeks grow hot. Gone was the teasing expression she'd grown so used to over the years. Gone was the laughter in his eyes. His jaw clenched as he walked toward her. She watched him approach, taking in every detail so she could relive this moment later on in her mind. When he stopped before her, she drew in a shuddering breath.

He reached out his hand and stroked the hollow at the base of her throat. His eyes met hers and he ran his fingertips lightly between her breasts, trailing further down to her navel. His touch was so soft it barely registered, so intense it left shivers in its wake. "You're stunning," he said.

She pressed her lips together to stop them trembling. "Thank you," she whispered. Her forehead was level with his jaw and she had to tip her chin to meet his gaze. "You'll have to tell me what to do, teach me what you like. I really don't know what-"

"Grace." Tom clasped her face in his hands, brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. "Relax."

She sighed at the calm assurance in his tone. He encircled her in the strength of his arms, holding her close, his fingers flexing against her spine. She drew in the scent of him. She'd never been so turned on by the simple smell of soap before.

His mouth moved over her throat, dropping lingering kisses here and there. "You've got nothing to worry about," he said. "I'll take care of you."

"I know." She closed her eyes and leaned against him. "I know you will."

He cupped the back of her head, nibbled her lower lip. He flicked his tongue over the closed seam of her mouth. Now his arms were around her, Grace found it wasn't all that difficult to let go of her unease. She linked her fingers at the back of his neck. She pressed her lips to his to feed the desire welling inside her.

Tom made a small hum of approval. His mouth moved with hers in a kiss so slow and thorough her body loosened and melted against him. Her tongue ventured inside his mouth. He groaned and shoved his fingers into her hair. His other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear. He pressed her to him, rubbing her firmly against his erection.

Grace closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from his to explore the line of his jaw with her lips. She kissed his throat, nuzzled his stubble covered chin. She discovered a sensitive spot behind his ear that made him shudder. It pleased her that despite her inexperience, she could still do that to him.

"More." He breathed the single word against her cheek and dragged her lips back to meet his. His tongue plunged inside her willing mouth, caressing and exploring the moist depths. He slipped his hand under her heavy fall of hair, cradling the back of her neck as he slid his lips over hers. His cock pressed snugly between them, a tantalising promise of things to come.

Grace whimpered as she clung to him, overwhelmed by his passion. They were so close she could feel his heart race against her chest. She swept her hands over the muscles of his back, wanting to touch every part of him.

He tore his mouth from hers, breathing heavily as he gazed at her. "You're driving me crazy."

Grace skimmed her hands over his chest and smiled uncertainly. "I know how you feel."

Tom looked at her for one long, breath-stealing moment. He kissed her hard and quick, then urged her around until her back was pressed against his chest. They both faced the mirror and her smile disappeared as she blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. He'd wrapped his arm around her waist and her breasts jutted upwards over his hard flesh.

She'd never seen this woman before. 

"Look at you." Tom swept her hair aside and licked the back of her neck. "You're beautiful."

She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. "When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful."

He ran his hands over her flat belly in slow, hypnotising circles. Grace watched the movements as if in a dream. Her skin warmed under his touch and her nipples hardened almost painfully, desperate for his attention. She saw the way his eyes had darkened with need, noticed the steely line of his jaw as he held his desire in check.

He cupped her breasts, running his palms lightly across her nipples. Her mouth parted and a soft moan slipped free. He massaged her flesh with firm strokes, lifting and pushing her breasts together. The sight of his tanned, masculine hands cupping and caressing her with such care almost pushed her over the edge. He thumbed her nipples, pinching the buds gently until she cried out.

Tom continued his ministrations on her breast while his other hand slid down her belly. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. Grace held her breath as their gazes meshed in the mirror. Although she knew what was coming, it didn't stop her from jolting against him when he cupped her pussy. Her back arched and she bit her lip. She'd never been touched by a man so intimately before.

"Gracie," he said, "You feel wonderful; so soft and smooth." He held his hand still and kissed her neck.

It didn't take her long to start moving against him. He massaged her gently. He pushed his finger through her lips, sliding it up and down the length of her, spreading her moisture in agonizingly slow strokes. She knew without touching herself how wet she'd become, how wet he'd made her.

She unconsciously pressed her arse harder against him. Her pussy ached for more. He groaned and dipped his finger inside her. Grace closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Her blonde hair swept over her shoulders, draping around her in a silky curtain. "Oh, Tom...that's..." She couldn't put into words the feelings he stirred in her -- not just the touch of his hands; his presence, his strength, the knowledge he'd keep her completely safe.

He moved his attention to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed out his name.

"Look at me, Grace," he said. His voice was husky and deep, thick with desire.

She lifted her head and shoved her hair from her face. Grace met his eyes and leaned back on him. Her hips rocked against his hand. Her lips parted as pleasure raced through her.

She raised her arms and clasped her fingers behind his neck. The change in position caused her breasts to rise and her nipples to thrust out proudly. The intensity built until her belly tightened and her legs grew weak. His fingers moved over her with such ease she knew it wouldn't take long.

Grace's breaths grew heavy as they panted from her. She could feel the bulge of his cock against her lower back. She was on the verge of begging him to put it inside her. He rubbed her moisture over and around her clit, his fingers sliding through her wetness. Sensation grew inside her until she didn't think she could take any more. "Tom...I'm..."

"Let go," he whispered against her ear.

That was all it took in the end, the sound of his voice coaxing her toward orgasm. Her hips bucked against his hand. She wanted to double over at the intensity. He held her firmly upright as their eyes met in the mirror. She strained against his hold and let out a long, low groan through clenched teeth. It ripped through her, so powerful her legs would have buckled if he hadn't been supporting her.

He kept rubbing, extracting the final few tremors from her. She gripped his forearm and whimpered as the waves subsided. His fingers grazed her sensitive clit as he pulled his hand from her panties. Grace shuddered and turned in his arms. "That was amazing." She swept her hair back and fought to catch her breath as her eyes flickered over his face.

"God, you turn me on, Gracie. Watching you, touching you...I almost lost it when you came."

Grace basked in the warmth of his gaze, her body glowing with the pleasure he'd given her. He dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shoved them over her hips. She stepped from the bundle and her arms wound around his neck as he walked her lazily backward. He swept his fingers down her side and skimmed over her breast. His mouth captured hers, stifling her moan of pleasure.

He pulled her close and let his lips roam languidly over hers, building the fire inside her all over again. As Grace took the opportunity to rid him of his towel, her reaction to him suddenly registered. She'd never expected it to be like this. She'd been prepared for awkwardness, for her inexperience to lessen the moment. Tom didn't seem bothered by it at all.




The Proposition



He rested his knee on the bed. His palm curved around the back of her neck as he lowered her to the mattress. Grace scooted backwards against the cool sheets until her head met the pillow. Tom leaned over her and planted his hands either side of her body. 

He took a moment to drink in the view of her. Her nipples tightened and her skin heated under his gaze. Her body shifted restlessly beneath him until desire and curiosity got the better of her. Grace's eyes darted down his body, to the pulsing shaft between his thighs. Her cheeks flushed at the sight. "I want to touch it, Tom," she said.

He straddled her and ran his fingertips from her neck down to her belly. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over her nipple. A sudden smile broke across his face. "Touch what?" he asked, raising his brows.

Grace closed her eyes. He understood full well what she meant. For some reason he wanted her to say it. "Your cock," she said softly, building the courage to look at him again.

His elbows came to rest either side of her head. His chest brushed hers as he pressed a kiss to her lips. "Do you have any idea how appealing you are right now?" he asked. He moved his mouth over her throat, licked the lobe of her ear. "Anywhere, Gracie. Touch me anywhere."

She smiled. She looked into his eyes and spread her palms over his chest, enjoying the crinkling of hair under her fingertips. She caressed his nipples, taking pleasure in the tremor that ran through him. "I like your body, Tom. Always have."

He took her mouth with gentle abandon, pressing his tongue against hers. "I've wanted to get my hands on you for years," he said against her lips.

"Really?" Grace let her palms glide over his stomach as he hovered above her. His muscles clenched beneath her fingers. She loved the way every small touch garnered a reaction. "I never would've guessed. You've always been such a pain."

"What can I say?" Tom dipped his head and licked her nipple. "You bring out the best and worst in me." His breath was warm against her skin. He drew her nipple between his lips, suckling on the tender bud.

Her mouth dropped open and her hips slowly undulated. She followed the line of dark hair down his stomach until her hands wrapped around him. His groan of appreciation vibrated against her breast. He was hot and hard. He gave a shallow thrust into her palm and tugged on her nipple with his lips.

The breath caught in her throat. The skin of his shaft was silky smooth. She ran her fingertips along the length of him and tentatively stroked his balls. Moisture dotted the head of his cock. Grace used her thumb to spread the slick droplets. "Am I...am I doing this right?"

He lifted his head and nipped at her lower lip. "You're doing everything right," he said. He lowered his body until his chest pressed against hers and her breasts flattened under his weight. "You're perfect."

She smoothed her hands over his back as tenderness swelled inside her. He pressed his lips to hers and sank his hands in her hair. His tongue flickered over hers, tasting and retreating, only to dip back inside again. His erection nudged her belly. She writhed beneath him.

Grace parted her thighs and moaned against his mouth when he settled between them. His cock probed her warm entrance. She wedged her hand between their bodies and touched him again. She loved the feel of him, the heat, the silky skin. Her fingers encircled his thick length and realisation had her brows drawing together. "Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.

Tom pulled back from her. He kissed the frown from her forehead. "I'll try my very best not to." He slid a condom from the drawer in the bedside table and tore it from the wrapper. Grace watched as he leaned back on one elbow and smoothed it over his shaft. He positioned himself back between her thighs and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. "You okay?"

She nodded. "I just want you inside me."

He groaned. "Gracie, I can't get enough of you." Tom captured her mouth with his. His lips moved over hers patiently, thoroughly, stirring chaos inside her. She swept her hands down his back, curving them over his arse. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, making her hips move and her breath catch as he slid inside her just a little. He moved his attention to her breast, working her nipple into a taut, aching peak with his thumb.

She felt the mounting pressure. Bit by bit he pushed further inside her and she stretched to accommodate his girth. His hands and mouth kept her so busy she could barely concentrate on the sensation.

When he reached that final barrier, he pulled her hands up beside her head, interlacing his fingers with hers against the pillow. He leaned back and looked into her eyes. "You're sure?"

She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles at his lower back. "Yes."

Tom squeezed her hands and plunged inside her.

She bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut. She expanded around him as he drove deep, filling her completely. Tears leaked from her closed lids. His shaft was suddenly embedded within her, sheathed in her warmth. He stilled his movements, resting against her. His chest hair grazed her nipples, his fingers tightened reflexively in hers. She felt his tongue touching her tears, heard his restrained breaths as he tried to control his own needs.

She opened her eyes and saw the concern in his. He kissed her softly as his hips began a slow, rocking motion. "Did I hurt you?"

Grace pulled her hands from his and wiped the moisture from her face. "It wasn't so bad."

"You were very brave." Tom gave her a solemn look, but she could see the humour hiding behind it. He leaned on his elbow and wrapped his other arm around her. He pulled her close while he thrust gently. "Does my cock feel good inside you?"

"Mmm...yes." She looked into his eyes while his hips pumped against hers. "Does it feel good for you?"

He gave a hard thrust that had her mouth dropping open. "You have no idea, Gracie."

He stroked her hair, kissed her lips. He whispered words of encouragement to her, all the while invading her body with his hot length. Grace was swept away with the pleasure of it all. His hair-coarsened skin grazed her softness. His rasping stubble made her feel so feminine. Her every sense was heightened.

He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and kissed her throat. His cock withdrew almost all the way and plunged back inside her. Grace tilted her head on the pillow and gasped. The gentle pumping of his hips made her moan; his powerful thrusts made her stomach flutter and pleasure streak through her.

She had a suspicion he was holding back, taking it slow for her benefit. She could feel it in his bunched muscles and his strained breaths against her neck. "Can you...can you do it harder?"

He kissed the underside of her jaw, flicked his tongue over her chin. He dipped his hands into the sides of her hair and held her still. "You want me to fuck you?" His eyes met hers and a corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy little smile.

The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver running through her. Her nipples tightened. Grace barely recognised the breathy whisper that came next. "Yeah, I do."

He groaned and rested his forearms either side of her head. He ground his hips against her. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Tom pressed a kiss to her brow and shoved his length hard inside her. "Tell me when to stop."

She slid her hands along his back, hooking them over his shoulders. "I won't."

He spoke softly against her ear. "I like a challenge," he said. With that he scooped her rear in his palm and lifted her slightly from the mattress. He raised his chest from hers and braced himself on one hand. Tom looked into her eyes and drove his cock inside her.

Grace felt her back bow with the pressure. Pain was replaced by the most intense pleasure. She tipped her chin and cried out. She pulled her hands from around him and swept her palms over her breasts. Grace caressed her nipples, rubbing her fingertips over the hardened buds. Her body jolted with the strength of his thrusts.

"You like that, Gracie?" He watched her closely. Through the haze of pleasure it dawned on her that he was keeping a close eye on her, looking for any signs of discomfort.

"Yes." The breaths panted out of her. She turned her head restlessly on the pillow and pushed her breasts together, teasing her nipples.

"You want more?"

Her body twisted and she let out a loud moan when he altered the angle of his thrusts.

"I guess that answers my question," he said. Tom settled back on his haunches and slid his hands up her thighs. He gripped her waist and pulled her back against him to meet each glide of his pumping hips.

She met his gaze. The intensity of the eye contact alone almost made her lose what little control she had left. Her hand drifted down her belly, fingers dipping into her heat. She caressed the place where their bodies joined, enjoying the feel of his slippery cock as it plunged and retreated.

"You're gonna make me come doing that." Tom's mouth curved in a half smile. His fingers dug into her hips and tension gathered in his forearms.

She felt proud of herself for some strange reason. Grace returned his smile and rubbed her fingertip over her engorged clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache built inside her, gaining pressure until she felt she would burst. Her limbs tightened. She flicked her nipple and stroked her clit. Her lips parted and she watched him through half-closed lids. A vein pulsed in his neck and his jaw clenched tightly.

Grace arched her back and pushed hard against him. Her hips lifted from his hands and she let out a long, guttural moan as her body convulsed.

"Oh, Christ." Tom leaned back over her, pressing his body along the length of hers. "You sexy, sexy woman." He crushed his mouth to hers as she shuddered beneath him. He kept her in place with his arms braced either side of her. His continuing thrusts drew aftershocks that left her weak. Grace wrapped her legs around him and gripped his forearms. He let loose then, the breath shaking from his nose as he kept his mouth joined with hers. She felt the pulsing of his cock as he thrust hard and emptied himself inside her. His body tensed for one long moment and he groaned deep in his throat.

His limbs suddenly turned to water and he collapsed on top of her. His stomach clenched against hers as he drew in air.

Grace leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She swept her hair from her forehead and stroked his back while her pulse settled. Her body felt used...in a very good way. Relaxed and languid. She was tender now the passion had subsided, but it was a pleasant pain; a reminder of the wonderful moment they'd shared.

And now it was over.

Grace shifted beneath him, uncomfortable and awkward now their desire had been spent. She didn't want to overstay her welcome, but she didn't want to run like a scared rabbit either. She'd been under no illusions going into this; she wouldn't start entertaining thoughts of a future now. "What happens next in these situations?" she asked softly. "Am I supposed to go?" 

"Like Hell." He kissed her neck and rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He encircled her in his arms and held her close. Grace felt her heart hammer with hope as she leaned on his chest. He swept his thumb over her cheek and gazed at her. "Stay with me, Gracie."

She watched him in silence, surprised by the look of uncertainty in his eyes. She'd never known him to be hesitant about anything. He'd been tender and kind today when she'd needed him most. He'd looked after her like she'd known he would.

A slow smile spread across her face as he urged her mouth down to his.

Maybe she'd entertain thoughts of a future after all.



The Proposition



We had been finely able to catch up and have dinner together in this little restaurant just around the corner from where you live. It wasn't very romantic or anything special, but it was quiet. We talked about all sorts of things and naturally the conversation came around to sex. We talked about what we liked, what we wanted to try and fun stuff like that, and we even had a little banter about who could do what to who the best. It finely came time to leave, but just before we did, I gave you a proposition......

I would come back to your place and without removing my clothes, give you one of the most sensual, erotic and pleasurable nights you have ever had. If I couldn't, then I would never raise the thought of you and I being 'friends with benefits' ever again. But if I could, then we would give it ago, but next time we met it would be my turn to receive. You said maybe, but you'd have to think about it, and we walked back to your place. 

On the way we talked about all of your concerns and what my thoughts were about them, and as we got to your front door you said "ok, we'll try it, but if I change my mind you have to stop and just go" and of course I said that was fine.

We went inside and gave you some little rules.... 

*You have to trust me that I wont hurt you

*At least try something before you tell me not to do that (unless you really don't want me to do something)

*No touching me

*Relax , enjoy and let your self go

After we talked about the rules, I told you to go have a shower then come to your bedroom and lay face down on the bed so your towel covered you. While you were gone I got myself ready..... this was going to be so much fun.

I spread some candles around the room, turned out the light and put on some music. As you came into the room I could see that you were nervous and was about to say something but I raised my finger to your lips to silence you and guided you to the bed with gentle hands on your shoulders. You laid face down, and with a bit of squirming managed to untie the towel and have it lay covering you and then put your hands under your head. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hands over the towel along your back. Then slowly brought the towel back until it was neatly folded and only covering your bum. 

I poured a small amount of massage oil on the small of your back and you gasped at the cold but composed your self when I started to massage it in. I worked on your back and shoulders and could feel you relax under my touch. After a while I moved down to your feet, between your toes, then worked my way up your legs to your calves, the back of your knee, then your thigh. I slowly worked up your thigh stopping just short of your bum where my hands were massaging around your inner thigh just short of touching anything other than your leg. I moved to your other leg following the same path but this time however my hands slid under the towel to massage your bum. As I massaged and gently kneaded I slid the towel away to expose you completely, then worked my way up your back to your shoulders again.

This time as I massaged your shoulders and back I bent down and gently kissed where I massaged, your shoulders the back of your neck, then traced kisses down your back till I got to just past the small of your back. Than as before moved to your feet where I started to massage between your toes again and then gentle started to suck your toes. You tried to protest but I reminded you of the rules so you settled down to give it a go. After a while you started to relax again and enjoy the new sensation. I moved up to your ankle, then calve, kissing as I went till I got to the back of your knee, where I stayed a little longer kissing and tracing little circles with my tongue, then began moving up kissing all over the back and outside of your thighs, making sure to avoid your inner thigh. Once again as I got to the top of your leg I stopped and went to your toes of your second leg to start my journey again.

This time as I reached the back of your knee, I started to 'paint' your upper leg with kisses. I left a trail of 5 kisses leading upwards on the outside of your leg, then returned to your knee to leave another trail leading upwards, then another, all the way around till I reached your inner thigh. Then I moved a little higher and started the process again. But this time when I got around to your inner thigh you had to spread your legs a little, so I could leave my trail. I left my 5 kisses and returned to your outer thigh, just higher and started my kissing trail again. This time however, I kissed all the way up to your hip, before returning to my starting point, then kissed my way up again which led me to kiss along the side of your bum and my next trail led me over it. The following path led me along the top edge of your inner thigh, where I kissed slower as I reached the top of your leg so you could feel my hot breath pass across your pussy before I finished by gently bighting your bum. 

My final trip up your leg was along your inner thigh. I kissed very slowly as I made my journey up your leg and you had to spread your legs wider and wider to allow me to continue my path. When I finely reached the top of your inner thigh, I blew my hot breath across your pussy and started to massage your bum with my hands. I darted my tongue in and out, licking your inner thighs making sure not to touch your pussy and you started to breath heavier. After a few minutes of teasing you this way I kissed my way over and around your bum then up your back to your neck and nibbled on your ears as I softly ran my hands over your body.

I stopped and covered you in your towel, then got a silk scarf and used it to cover your eyes and asked you to turn over while I held the towel in place. Once you were on your back I gently ran my fingers down your arms to your fingers and then down your legs to your toes. From here I dragged my wide spread fingers up your legs, over your towel covered body to your neck and then up to run my fingers through your hair as I lean forward and gently kiss your lips. I start to leave soft kisses over your face and down to your neck where I both kiss and gently bite.

I stop kissing and run my fingers back down your body till I reach the end of the towel and slowly drag it down to start to slowly reveal your beautiful, sexy body. First your shoulders, breasts, then belly and finely just the top of your pussy from between your closed legs. I return to kissing your neck then start to kiss your shoulders and across the top of your chest. As I kiss my way down, my fingers trace where my lips have just been. I reach the top of your breasts and kiss along the top edge, down around the side, then back up around their underside. I do this all the way around them a couple of times before I trace more kisses between them. Then slowly I lay little kisses around each boob in a spiral leading to your nipples but don't touch them yet. 

I lean down, and run my tongue along the same path I left kisses before. Around each tit before spiralling in toward your nipples but this time I drag my now dry tongue straight across them, back and forth and you feel a an intense raspy sensation through each of them. Then with out warning I dive my mouth, over one breast and swirl my now wet tongue around and around your nipple and suck it deep into my mouth. I then withdraw my mouth and run my tongue around and around your hard nipple, then lick my way over to your other breast to repeat the action while my hand moves up to take over where my tongue left off.

After I have kissed and caressed your other boob, I move down letting my hands take over. I start kissing back and forth across your belly until I reach your pubic hair. I nuzzle into its softness before I pull gently at it with my lips. I start to kiss my way down one leg to your knee and back up again before nuzzling into your hair again. Then start to kiss down the other leg. This time when I reach your knee I lift your leg bending it at the knee. I caress down both sides of your thigh with my hands, reaching further and further down till I am almost touching your pussy, then I start to kiss down the inside of your leg. Softly and slowly I kiss my way closer and closer to your pussy. You start to spread your legs wider and wider the closer I get...... I am so close now you can feel my hot breath across your lips.... Just as when you think I am going to touch your pussy, I start to kiss up the inside of your leg, around through your hair and down to the inside of your other leg before kissing down to your knee again. I can see how wet you are and you groan a soft 'nooo'.

I make my way back up your inner thigh and this time as I reach your pussy, just with the tip of my tongue, run along the side of each of your pussy lips. Then use my tongue to spread your lips wide apart before I start to explore the in side of them. I run my tongue up and down and around and around, before taking one at a time between my lips and gently pulling on them. I stop, only for a few seconds, and all you can feel is my hot breath beating down on you. Then I start to dart my tongue in and out of your pussy randomly. With each fleeting contact you gasp and then with out warning I dive my tongue into you as deep as I can go and taste your sweetness for the first time. mmmmmmm I Run my tongue around the inside of you and you start to moan. I bring my tongue out to your lips again and trace them slowly up to your clit. With a few long, slow licks, I return to your pussy and start to fuck you with my tongue.

I bring my fingers into play and slowly slid one into you, then slowly start to work it in and out while I bring my mouth up and start to lick, suck and tease your clit. I slip a second finger into you and with each outward stroke I spread my fingers wide, stretching you before I slid them back in again. After I have your clit nicely swollen, I bring my mouth and tongue back down so I can taste your juices once again. and slide my tongue in beside my fingers. In and out, in and out and with every stroke I bring more sweet nectar to the surface and lap every drop I can from your wet pussy. I start to lap from the bottom of your pussy up to your clit and back down again, over and over, each time wondering a little further down till my tongue drags across your other entrance. I do this over and over before I stop to lick around this newfound attraction. You squirm, but relax to the sensations running through your pussy to your clit. 

I bring my tongue back to your pussy and dive in for one last taste before returning to your clit. My fingers return to slid deep into you with another finger now massaging a little lower down at another entrance. My fingers start to slowly fuck your pussy as my mouth reaches your clit again and I start to gently nibble and tease. You are getting little electric shocks shooting through your whole body and you start to squirm and moan deeply. I bring my tongue to your clit and start to roll it around as I increase the speed that my fingers are working in and out of you. I start to flick your clit back and forth and finger fuck you faster and faster. You are so wet that my cock is straining at my jeans and I can feel pre-cum oozing down my leg. You are so close to coming. You start to moan and thrash around. I struggle to keep up the tempo. Suddenly your whole body tenses. You start to moan deeply and then start to shake... I quickly move down and dive my tongue deep into your pussy to taste your sweet cum. I am in heaven..... 

You close your legs around my head and start to run your fingers through my hair. When you finally free your grip on me and I raise my head, you've already taken the blindfold off and with the biggest smile look down on me and just say 'WOW'



The Proposition



I was glad it was Friday and my last meeting at 4.00 PM was cancelled. When I just about to head into a sport bar to have few drinks before heading to my empty house, I received a call from my niece Jenny telling me that she was on her way clean the house my house and she would like to talk to me when I got home that evening. Jenny had just completed her freshmen year at the university and was home for the summer. When she couldn't find a summer job, my wife Nora hired her to come and clean our house and do the laundry as she was out of the house most of the time, as her job as an airline stewardess took her between Detroit and Narita, Japan. By employing Jenny, Nora thought we could spend our time together without worrying about household chores. 

As my sister's only daughter, we adored Jenny and supported her whenever we could. Jenny also knew that we loved her and therefore, she always seek and found warmth with us. Besides being gorgeous, she was very outgoing, funny and blessed with a sharp tongue that never lacked of words, which made her popular among her friends as well with our relatives. 

I pulled into the driveway around 5 pm and Jenny's car was already there. When I walked inside the house, she was in the kitchen cleaning dirty dishes that I had piled up in the sink for few days, my first glance over her back found something different about her appearance, and then immediately I noticed she was dressed in tight skirt down to her knees with a somewhat formal looking blouse. Running my eyes below her well-rounded buttocks, I noticed she was wearing high heels that were at least four inches high. It was not funny, but I broke into a laugh, as I have not seen her dressed as such previously. 

"Hi Uncle Jim, I am glad you were able to make it home early today" Jenny greeted me with a warm smile as she grabbed the end of her apron to dry her hand, and then she came over and gave me a warm hug. 

"What was that laugh for?" she asked rolling her eyes.

"I wasn't laughing at you Jenny. But I thought it was funny to see you dress so formal to clean the house." I replied and patted her back.

"I know, Uncle Jim that's what I want to talk to you about" Jenny left my arms and returned to the kitchen sink "Can I talk to you after I am done with this?"

"Of course" I said "Let me take a quick shower and hear all you got to say, sweetheart. I am little tired this evening" I hung my car keys and headed to the bathroom.

The warm water did have a soothing effect. I jumped into my comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, poured myself a nice scotch on the rocks and landed on the sofa while Jenny was arraigning plates and glasses in cabinets. No sooner she was done, she rushed to the family room and stood in front of me wanting to discuss whatever she had in her mind.

"You know Uncle Jim, Brenda's wedding is coming up in two weeks and that's what I want to talk to you about" I laughed and asked her what is Brenda's wedding got to do with me.

"Well for starters, that's why I am wearing mom's old heels today. You know, mom gave my $100.00 for the dress, but I couldn't buy a dress and matching shoe's for that. I tried wearing her old heels, you know, they match the dress but they are too tight for my feet" Jenny stopped and looked at me as a little girl trying to plead her case, but I wasn't sure where the conversation was going, so I waited to hear the rest of it.

"There is a nice matching pair of shoes at the Nordstrom's, but they cost $200.00" 

"$200.00 for a pair of shoes? I hope they massage your toes and make you coffee while you walk" I said jokingly.

"Well Uncle Jim, good pair of shoes cost about that" Then Jenny paused for a moment and then wrap her index finger her necklace and toyed with it looking for an encouragement from me to continue. 

"See how my feet don't even fit into these old shoes." She displayed her right foot by raising it. She wasn't lying. Her toes and heels visibly stuck out of my sister's old shoes she wore. 

"Is there anything that I can do to earn $200.00?" Jenny asked with a smile. I guess she knew that I would just give her the money, but I didn't want to commit to it at the time. Instead, I thought I would wait to her to plea her case more. 

"Uncle Jim.... I'll do anything, I mean anything to earn $200.00" she pleaded and I couldn't hold back my laugh the way she said "Anything"

"Oh sweetie, that's sounds like a proposition. You better check your words before you use them next time," I said, once I was able to control my laughter. Then Jenny shocked the hell out of me by saying;

"I meant it, Uncle Jim" 

"Well sweetie, the words you used are used by call girls and you are my only niece, so you should be careful next time," I warned her, jokingly of course. 

"So, you mean to tell me if I were a call girl, you would have agreed to the proposition?" 

"I don't think we want to go there" 

"Ok, how is this" said Jenny and unbuttoned the top button off her blouse, bent her hips sideways and asked, "Hey mister is there anything I can do to earn $200.00?" Then she straighten out her hips and shook her head and said "That didn't come out right" and left telling me she would be right back. 

I was shocked when Jenny made a stunning appearance in front of me. Jenny had untied her hair, tied lower ends of her blouse at her belly, and lifted the fabric of her dress revealing good part of her wonderfully round creamy thighs with aid of safety pins, I guessed. I couldn't help, but notice that she had removed her bra, letting her melons dance under the thin material of her blouse. Simply put, she was stunning and she made my jaw dropped. 

"What gotten into you Jenny" I asked allowing my eyes to freely wonder over her marvelous body.

"I am sorry mister, my name is Kim, I saw you sitting alone and though you may need company" She responded with a wicked smile, and moved closer. 

"Wake up Jenny...what's up with you?" I asked again and but her response was "Mister, is there anything I can do to be a service to you for, say $200.00? I can rub your back, massage your toes or for that matter, I can rub or massage anywhere you like, so what do you say mister"

Jenny seemed determined to get $200.00 for her shoes from me and I worried that her innocent play may lead us to something that we would later regret and therefore I said to her;

"Jenny, you better stop this before someone gets hurt, dear" but deep inside, I enjoyed seeing every bit of skin that she exposed, especially those melons fighting to jump out of her half open blouse. 

"But mister, I can see you are enjoying. I can see you thinking about my proposition and your thing is developing..Hm.. You know where right?"

I knew exactly what she meant. My cock was beginning to feel the pressure of being restrained by my shorts. I didn't want to look, but I suspected the budding erection was noticeable. 

"Well sweetie, there two things that I cannot fully control, they are my eyes and you know what, but hey..I am only human" I pointed out to her in my defense of my hard-on, but Jenny wasn't buying. She knelt on the floor between my legs and placed her warm smooth hands on expose parts of my thighs and smiled. 

"Well mister, for $200.00 you could help your friend down there to have a goodtime, what ya say, mister" now she started to rub my thighs, bringing her hands closer and closer to the hem of my shorts. Then couple of fingers started working upwards making my cock to twitch. I was near a full hard-on and my beautiful teenage niece was proposing to that I let her handle my cock. The tip of my cock was almost sticking out from the bottom of my shorts now and Jenny most likely saw what was peeking out. 

"Jenny, sweetie, this is not good. If someone sees, I'll get kicked out of the family" I whispered.

"No problem mister. Nobody will know what happened right here in this room. I think your friend is waiting for action, you think I should help?" she placed her chin between my thighs and looked up to meet my eyes. I knew I wanted nothing more than to shoot my load all over her melons, but how could I say yes? Just then, Jenny's sweetened the deal.

"Okay mister; let me give you a small free sample. If you like it, we got a deal. If you don't, we can stop and I will find someone else for $200.00" 

Then without any hesitation she pulled my pants from the elastic waist band and freed my cock, which was screaming to be released, grabbed it at the base and ran her tongue slowly on the underside till she got to the head, then ran her tongue around the cock-head sending shivers through my spine. I moaned involuntarily. 

Then she massaged my cock, up and down, brought the finger to pee hole and picked a drop of pre-cum from her index finger and said "Poor thing is crying for action and I hope you won't deprive your friend" with a sinful smile and I knew I didn't have the heart to deprive my friend or my niece. I kissed her head and she went to work with my cock. I watched her hand move toward my swollen cock, touching it all over, ever so gently, but bringing me a great deal of pleasure. She cleverly repositioned my cock pointed toward my stomach, then ran her tongue from my sack to the tip of my cock, then she sucked my head as a kid sucking on a lollipop, releasing it from her lips, then ran her tongue downwards to my sack again. 

"Ohhh...." I moaned and she looked up and smiled. 

"Should I go on mister?" She asked and I nodded in approval. As she went on to suck my dick expertly, giving me immense pleasure, I ran my fingers through her hair, her gorgeous face, down to her shoulders. I slid my hip down the chair and parted my knees widely and made room for her to get more comfortable. The sensation was beyond words. Her mouth was so warm, moist and my dick slipped in and out of it, boiling my balls. She sucked softly on the head as her fingers continued to move around the shaft, and then switching to fondle my balls, ever so softly. Afterwards she would pay proper respect to the underside my cock, by running her wet and warm tongue from the head to my sack. Ohhh.. I was in heaven. I couldn't remember the last time that I experienced such enormous pleasure. 

I knew that I had to explore this beauties flesh, even if that meant that was the last time I would get the pleasure of touching a flesh of a female. I reached under her arms and brought my hands on top of her partly covered rounded breast, parted her blouse by pulling and squeeze them softly. I felt an unexplainable fascination to her warm twin peaks. Tip of each breast was pure perfection. Her treats were much bigger than what they seemed to be when they were hidden by her clothing. Soon of my fingers were on her nipples. As I first in explored the fascinating nipples, I could felt them becoming harder by the second; bringing me closer to me climax as well in her warm mouth.

Jenny moved closer between my legs, allowing me better access to her twins and I quickly moved my hips lower, placing my shaft between them. Understanding my desire, she brought her hand to the outer sides of breasts, now making a perfectly squeezing in my dick. As I got into motion with my hip to drive my shaft between her silky and cushiony breasts, she added to the pleasure by lowering her open mouth to suck my dick on its upward journey. I moaned involuntarily again and loudly. 

I was in pure ecstasy and past the point of no return. Much as I wanted to continue to tit fuck her, while she was sucking my head, I knew I was there. I felt my own body tense up and I came – four or five hot jets of it- all over her lovely face and tits. I was delighted and deeply satisfied as my dick again filed her mouth, sending still more tingling sensations as it rode between Jenny's breasts in to her mouth.

"WOW" said Jenny and sucked me dry as I stood there as I had just climbed the Mt. Everest, enjoying the feel of her wet mouth and her true beauty.

"Looks like you got a nice facial" I said trying to catch my breath. Jenny picked some spunk from her face with her index finger, smelt it first and stuck the finger in her mouth. 

"Your stuff smells like Pina Coladas and taste like salty Pina Coladas. And incidentally, I want to ask you about a facial too, can I?' Said Jenny and landed a wet kiss on my cheek. I lay on the sofa to rest, after offering my T-shirt to wipe her off.

"Well you know mister, the wedding party is having a beautician over to do facials and hair for just $100.00 a person and Brenda said that there is an opening. You think your friend here want to try again for a $100.00?" Jenny asked after sitting beside me on the sofa, running her soft fingers through my chest hair. 

"Honey, it has been a long time since my friend down there had a back to back and I don't even know if he is capable of it right away" Since Nora and I haven't had two rounds in many years, I wasn't sure if my dick can get hard again, soon after loading a huge load. But Jenny had other ideas.

"So, you mean if your friend can be ready, you are willing right?" She kissed my lips for the first time and guided me to the carpet. Once I was on the floor, she knelt turning her back to me and started to lick my groin up to the testicle, while holding my half hard dick with her right and jerking it to bring back to life. Even though my dick wasn't hard, the pleasure she brought was amazing. 

I reached under her skirt and massaged her ass checks over the fabric of her silk underpants. Without any hesitation, she moved closer to allow be better access to her buns, then turned and asked;

"Do you like them?'

"They look and feel marvelous dear" I replied as I tried to squeeze my fingers under her underpants. 

"Wait.." she said and then quickly removed her skirt and her underpants, revealing her wonderful ass, one could only dream of. "Anything to help bring your friend back to life" she winked as she saddled my chest and then, lowered her mouth again to my dick. Holly shit, I thought. I couldn't believe that I had the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen nude, now in 69 positions with me. 

I stared between her open legs as a kid staring the candy, breathing heavily. My hands went to her hips, and then slid under her butt clasping the cheeks of her firm, rounded ass tightly. Then, with a deep moan, I pulled Jenny's visibly wet pubes up against my face, turning my head occasionally to lick and kiss the insides of her delicious young thighs. I touched the velvety lips and the clit. This caused her legs opened a little and I felt the warm slit become moist and then slippery as my finger worked in and around it. Jenny was busy sucking my dick, bringing it back to life. I felt a familiar sensation as the head of my dick made contact with back of her throat. We eventually got into a rhythm, my face firmly pressed into her hole, her lips firmly sucking around my cock. She stopped sucking, and ground her hips toward me, her entire body tensing. Her little whimpers grew in volume as she spammed. I knew that she was having an orgasm.

Finally, she slowed down and then stopped altogether. Her breast felt heavy and her nipples were rock hard against my stomach, where they rested, with my dick head still firmly stuck between her lips. 

"Ohh... that was something...I never had anyone do that to me" said, Jenny while taking my dick out of her mouth and jerking it softly. I went on to lick her clit with the stiff end of my dick, which was surprisingly back to its full length and hard as a rock again. Then it occurred to me that Jenny might be trying to blow me off again, but I knew I madly wanted to stick my dick in her warm cunt and fuck her silly, instead of coming in her mouth for the second time.

I turned sideways, making Jenny to do the same. Then I kissed her thighs as I sat on the carpet and turned facing Jenny as I swallowed one of her nipples. My dick found the warmth between her creamy thighs. 

My cock was so hard I thought it was going to bust. I pulled myself up and I inserted the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy that was steaming with hot juice. Jenny froze her body and murmured, "I don't think we should do that.." But it was too late for that. Besides, I didn't think she was very convincing as she did not resist. I pressed on and she let out a soft moan and relaxed her body. 

She was tight I thought for sure I would never get it in her. I could still feel the moistness of Jenny's cunt lubricating my prick as it moved into her. Jenny let out a muffled cry and then just lay there with my prick buried inside her and my balls rubbing against her ass. After a short time I started to move in and out of her with long gentle strokes so that my prick would be well lubricated by the emission from her pussy. I could feel the soft inside of her against me as I moved in and out of her body. As I worked the full length of it into her and started to fuck in and out with full strokes I watched as she came twice, during the second time, she yelled so loud and I worried shoe would cause the ceiling to collapse on us. Jenny's pussy grabbed my cock as moaned and moaned again. She rolled her lips in and closed her eyes as I kissed her neck and humped her furiously. Her little whimpers grew in volume as she spammed. I knew that she was having her third orgasm. Her orgasms came in waves as she dug her finger nails into my back. With a final lunge I pushed deep into her and unloaded a load of cum like I have never done before! Realizing my cock was still hard I slowly fucked in and out of her until it was soft again and I collapsed on to her body. Jenny rocked her hips to make assure that she didn't miss a beat. 

"Ohhh man, you were great" she said and wrapped her arms around my neck to bring me closer to her and gave me a long passionate kiss. 

"I'll give you another $300.00, if you come back with your new shoes to dance with me" I said and she agreed.