0 comments/ 43732 views/ 0 favorites The Tease By: crbrianb I am a technician in an electronics development lab. I work with both hardware and software engineers doing many different tasks. This being an electronics lab, ESD, or static electricity, is a constant worry. We have ESD monitors that are mounted above the bench and grounded under the bench. One of my responsibilities is maintenance and installation of these monitors. Which gets me to the story. One day, we had some new equipment installed which required rearrangement of the existing benches. As such, I had to install a new monitor on the bench. I gathered all of my tools and a new monitor and went over to the bench. When I arrived, one of the system engineers was already there working. I told her that I was going to install a new monitor and that I was going to try to not get in her way. I climbed under the bench and connected the grounds. While I was under there, I noticed that she was wearing a knee length skirt. I had a close up view of her legs, and noticed for the first time how nice her legs were. One of the bolts that I had to ground was right across from where she was sitting and I had saved it for last, so as to limit the amount of time that I would be interfering with her work. When I got to it, I told her about it and asked her if she would mind moving a little bit to one side or the other. When I was done with that bolt. I climbed back out and mounted the monitor under one of the shelves. She stepped out while I was drilling the mounting holes. While she was gone, I finished mounting the monitor, and climbed back under the bench to run the wires. Taking advantage of her absence, I wired the bolt across from where she was sitting first. This is when she came back. Apparently, she did not notice where I was working, because she sat down at her chair and rolled it up right in front of me. I noticed this right away, and was watching her closed legs approaching me, hoping for a good view. What I wasn’t watching was were the wheels on the chair approaching my foot. I made a noise when it hit me, and she looked down. She made some comment about not seeing me there and hoped that I didn’t mind if she worked while I was under there. I told her no, and that I would be done in a moment. I did take just a moment and that is when it happened; she opened her legs. Not wide mind you, but just enough to give me a view of her panties. Nothing fancy, just plain white cotton panties. Surprised, I dropped my wrench. She closed her legs and stuck her head under the bench again and asked me if I was OK. I said that I was and took a couple extra seconds pretending to still be tightening the same bolt up hoping that she would do it again. When I felt that I could not stay on that same bolt any longer, I moved on to the next one. A short time later, I finished installing the monitor and went back to my bench. A couple of hours later, she came over to my bench advising me that the monitor was beeping and something must be wrong with it. I grabbed a meter and my tools and went back. She went back to work while I went through all of the obvious stuff, checked the grounding, made sure that the wires to the monitor were still tight. Then I climbed under the bench to check the connections to the bolts. When I got to the bolt under where she was working, I again asked her to slide to one side or the other. Her response was that was a little involved with what she was doing and not to mind her. OK, so a slid back to where the bolt was, being careful not to bump into her. As soon as I got myself into position, she opened her legs. This time she opened them several inches, allowing me to see much more than the color of her panties. I sat there and stared for several seconds, forgetting to check the connection at the bolt. She asked me if I had found the problem when I remembered what I was doing there. I looked up, and someone had loosened the bolt, thereby creating a bad connection. One guess as to who loosened it. I took my time tightening and loosening that bolt and eventually tightened it one last time, before going back to my bench. It was a couple of days later when she came over to my bench complaining about that monitor beeping again. Needless to say, I grabbed my wrench and proceeded over to that same bolt. While I was checking the connection, she slid up in her chair again, and I noticed three things right away. One, the same bolt had been loosened again. Two, her skirt was shorter and of a lighter color. Three, she wasn’t wearing any panties! I spent several minutes under that bench. I would have tried to get away with more, but there were other people there that day, and I was afraid that someone might get suspicious. It was a couple of months later, when I went back to her cubicle to ask her a question about the system that she was working on earlier. It was a little warm in the office that day, and she had unbuttoned the top two buttons to her blouse. I started to ask her my question when she turned to face me. This took me by surprise, and I stopped in mid sentence. After what she had done a couple of months earlier, her reaction kind of surprised me. She looked down, noticed that the top two buttons were undone, reached up and pulled the top of her blouse together. She kept one hand or the other there the whole time that I was there. She gave me a schematic and off I went. I got a phone call from her shortly after I got to my bench saying that she had used the wrong drawing and if I would mind coming back for the right one. I was in for one big surprise when I got back to her cubicle. She had her back to me when I first arrived. I started to ask for the other schematic when she turned to face me. She had unbuttoned her blouse all the way to her slacks, (at least it seemed like it) giving me a good view of the front clasp of her bra, and some cleavage. She gave me the drawing and sent me on my way, never bothering to pull her shirt shut like previously. Towards the end of the day, I got a call from her asking if I could return the drawing, she needed to make some changes. When I got there, she again had her back to me. When she turned to me, I noticed that her shirt was still unbuttoned, and I didn’t see any signs of a bra. At first, I couldn’t tell because she was sitting up straight, and the shirt was staying closed pretty well. I should give some details here; these cubicles consist of two office areas and a center table. Each desk is ‘U’ shaped with the computer at the end, shelves on one side and workspace on the other. Each desk has a visitor chair sitting beside the work area situated such that when you sit in it, you are facing the engineer. She took the drawing from me and set it on the side part of her desk. She told me this was going to take a couple of minutes and to have a seat. When she bent over to start marking up the drawing, her shirt opened up a bit and a got a great side view of her right breast, no nipple mind you, but it was still a nice view. She went through several pages on the drawing, making some marks here and there, and opened up the file cabinet under her desk to pull out another drawing. When she bent down, this caused her shirt to open even farther, giving me the view that I was hoping for, nipple and all. When she found the drawing that she was looking for, she started to say something when she looked up at me. Judging by the look on her face, she caught me staring at her chest. She looked down and acted like she just now realized the view she was giving me, reached down and pulled her shirt closed. She set the drawing on her desk, went through it and then made a couple more marks on the drawing that I was working with. She was not holding her shirt closed when she was doing this, but she was sitting up a little straighter, not giving me quite the view I had earlier. When she was done, she handed me the drawings and sent me on my way. She hasn’t done anything like this since, but I sure do hop to whenever she asks me to do something for her. The Tease Tonight was her night to be in control. Finally, her master had let the roles reverse. She readied herself and anticipated his arrival. What should she wear? Should her new black corset due the trick, or did she want to go with the see through baby doll he bought her? Which would be easier to accomplish her task? Stressing over her outfit, she decided to shower and shave, paying special attention to her sex to get it completely smooth. Letting the water course over her slim figure, she lathered her body in sweet scented soap that he loved to smell on her skin. Once her body was clean she shampooed and conditioned her waist long black hair to perfection and stepped out of the shower to towel off. As she dropped the towel she stopped to admire herself in the mirror. She was young, her curves suiting her body well. Though she was slim, she still had womanly curves and pert breasts with rosy nipples sticking out hard in the cold air. Happy with her appearance, she stepped into the closet to decide on her outfit finally. The black sheer baby doll slid over her head and hugged her curves; the stilettos lifting her and making her legs look miles long. After dressing she had little time to tie her hair up and line her eyes, the door opening no more than 5 minutes after she stepped out of the closet. Her nerves were working against her, making butterflies in her stomach. Stepping slowly down the stairs she tried her hardest not to fall into her submissive role. Tonight she was in charge; he gave her that for the night. Holding her head up she gazed into his eyes when she touched the bottom stair. "Welcome home dear," She said in her most confident tone, "How was work?" "Look at you all dolled up. Ready to take over tonight my pet?" He smiled at her, kissing her gently before dropping his things and mounting the stairs behind her. "Oh yes, I've got something special planned." She said grinning evilly before telling him to strip. He obeyed well, stripping fast and sitting on his hands as she instructed him to. "You are to sit on your hands, if you cannot I will tie them. You are not to touch me, just look and watch until you are given permission. Understood?" she asked, fear spiking through her for how she is talking to him; until now that speaking to him out of turn would earn her a paddling. He nodded in agreement and she set to work. Standing a few feet away from him, she slowly raised the edge of the nightie, letting him peek at the thong underneath. It dragged up her skin, his eyes devouring every inch by slow inch as she revealed herself to him. He held his breath as the bottom of her breasts were revealed, dragging up slowly to her pink nipples and finally over her head. His eyes were lowering lustfully as she toyed with the string on her thong. Moving a little closer to him, she turned around giving him a view of her ass that he loved to turn cherry red. He twitched and tried his best to sit on his hands, but couldn't help gripping one globe and massaging it. "No, no, no. Not allowed yet Mister!" she giggled, knowing that her ass was his weakness, "You know what has to happen now." As she approached him with the rope, he playfully glared at her, a string of 'oh no, anything but that' and similar protests weakly leaving his mouth. Once his hands were secured to the chair in which he sat, she went to work again. Bending over, she peeled the thong away from her wet lips and down her legs where she stepped out of both her shoes and panties. "Like the view?" she teased, wiggling her hips near his nose so he could smell her arousal. His cock twitched hard against his belly as she turned around to face him, her breasts near his face. Straddling his lap, she began twirling her hips and rubbing her pussy over his cock. "You must want to beg me to be let up, wanting to shove your cock in me and claim what is yours. Tonight is my night and I plan on making it last baby, but you know I am torturing myself as much as I am torturing you." She whispered, hotly in his ear. Leaning down, she kissed and licked at the sensitive spot on his neck, his moan resonating through his chest. She knew the second she let him up, she would be tackled to the bed and taken. Her plan was to prolong that, and make him wait for it as long as she could stand. Her hips gyrated on his, her lips pulling the tender skin into her mouth to suckle on. His hips tried to strain to move up, to get himself inside her but she tsked against the skin of his neck and moved off of him to kneel between his knees. She kissed her way down his chest, stopping to take a hard nipple into mouth suck and nibble on it. His groans spurred her on as one of her hands fell to his thigh, spreading them open wider as she scratched and rubbed lightly near his cock. Her lips continued south, licking and kissing his hip bones and around the sides of his cock. Looking into his eyes, she licked around the tip, gathering the precum before tucking it into her mouth and savoring it. Again, his chest boomed with a moan he tried to repress. Gently, she lapped at the tip of his cock and licked him over and over from base to tip. An unoccupied hand dropped to between her legs to slowly tease a finger into her slit then around her clit as her mouth closed around the tip of his cock. Her other hand stroked him firmly, setting a steady pace while her lips worked the first third of his rigid manhood. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he tilted it back to rest on the back of the chair. All her ministrations were working him up, the small speed increase in her hand drew a gasp from his lungs and he had to focus on not cumming immediately. She sensed how torn he was, his moans increasing and his breath hitching in his lungs. It was now or never to untie him. Gradually, she rose from her spot on the floor asking him to open his mouth. She let him lick her fingers clean of her juices before she untied his hands from the chair. He stood as slow as she had, with a predatory look on his face. She was almost frightened as she stepped back around the chair to stand in front of him. Turning her back on him, he pressed himself flush to her, one hand going to her breast, the other snaking between her legs. "I guess you're allowed to touch" --gasp- "Now." She said his fingers manipulating her expertly. One of his hands tweaked and rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger while his other teased her lips apart, sliding his middle finger all the way in and all the way back out, over and over again. He moved her to the bed and laid her on her back, lavishing her in kisses and attention. His lips found hers first, tongue sliding easily between her lips and into her mouth to massage his tongue on hers. He moved to her cheek, planting a trail of kisses to her neck. Her neck was her biggest weakness and he knew it. He bit gently into her skin, eliciting a moan from her as he sucked the skin between his teeth. Releasing her neck he moved to the tops of her breasts, teasing her by dragging his tongue in circles around the outside of her nipple. "Don't tease..." she begged. "Your wish is my command tonight my dear." He responded, taking her nipple between his lips and sucking. Her cry was what he strived for, lightly nipping her skin before giving the same treatment to the other one. He kissed down her belly and she held her breath, trying not to giggle or move her hips under him. He kissed her hips, wrapping an arm around her leg to still her hips still as he worked. He wanted her to still feel in control, but mostly like he was making love to her. Tonight wasn't about him being dominating, no; it was about her in control and him proving to her it wasn't always what he wanted. His tongue licked her outside lips, teasing and tempting her before spreading her lips with one long swipe of a tongue that ended flicking her clit gently. Her gasp made him grin in satisfaction, licking her button a few more times before looking up at her. "Should I keep licking or do you want me to slide my cock in you?" he asked, resting his head on her pubic bone. She smiled at him, "Will you make me cum once with your tongue before you give me your cock?" He didn't answer verbally, but licked at her clit again before sucking it in his mouth and inserting a finger in her to rub her front wall. Her hands gripped tight to the bed as he sucked a little harder, putting her right on edge. As he rubbed and flicked his tongue, her back arched, her cries got louder and finally she exploded into a shivering mess. His satisfied smile was gazing down at her when she came back down to earth. "Ready for the rest baby?" he asked, as slowly the tip of his cock brushed her lips. "Please...Like I asked before...Don't tease..." she gasped at him. Without warning, he slammed his cock into her in one motion, holding himself inside her once he had. He waited for her to catch his breath and wrap her legs around him to start a steady pace. He gripped her ass in both hands, leaning down to kiss her while he stroked in and out of her. His finger slowly worked its way to tease her rosebud, watching her face contort in pleasure as he rubbed her. His speed increased as he pumped her, his finger matching the speed in her pussy as he kissed her passionately. Her body was working up to another orgasm, his ready to shatter with hers. "Are you ready lover? 1....2....3....NOW!" he whispered in her ear, moving his other hand to rub her clit in time with his other hand and cock as she screamed his name. The ripples of her body set him off, his cock exploding in her heat. He gripped the bed beneath them with the hand that had been rubbing her clit, his cum coating her inside. Slowly, he caught his breath, turning them on their sides but never leaving her body. He kissed her softly, starting with her forehead and eyes, working his way down to her lips. "How was your night of dominance?" he asked with a grin. "Wonderful." She said, closing her eyes and kissing him passionately before drifting to sleep in his arms. The Tease In hindsight, I guess I was asking for it. That tight low-cut black sweater...the little plaid schoolgirl miniskirt flaunting my long sexy legs...shiny black stiletto heels...even the long dark red curls tied up in playful pigtails...I was obviously a girl in search of some attention. When I walked into that house party I could feel your eyes all over me. We'd never met before, but I knew that it was your house. I sat across the room from you, loving the fact that you couldn't take your eyes off me. I shot a shy smile in your direction, and you smiled back, your eyes full of blatant lust. I decided to have a little fun with you...tease you a bit...you know, just give myself a little ego boost. How was I to know what I was getting into? I watched you talking to your friends, but staring straight at me. I pretended not to notice, sipping on my beer, idly running the tip of my tongue around the rim of the bottle-neck. I twirled my pigtail around my finger and chatted with a guy sitting near me. I giggled at something he said, knowing that you were watching and feeling a tiny twinge of guilt, even though I was a stranger to you. I stole a glance at you and smiled sweetly. Your eyes were narrowed, watching me flirt with someone else. You were a big man, capable of taking what you want, and I could tell you wanted me. Not to date me, not to romance me, just to fuck me. I had no intention of letting that happen, but your hot glare was encouraging me to tease you a little further. My pussy tingled with excitement at your rapt attention. I caught your eye and bit my lower lip gently, slowly running my fingertips down my exposed leg, watching with satisfaction as your eyes followed my fingers. You were so cute and predictable, staring openly at my thighs, your hand wandering unconsciously to your crotch. I knew your dick was hard, maybe painfully so, and I knew that later tonight, you'd be furiously jerking yourself off thinking about me. The thought was making my pussy so wet I could hardly stand it. I went on torturing you for a while before I decided it was time to leave. I finished my beer, blew you a little kiss and headed for the washroom to pee before heading home. It was as I was washing my hands that it happened. The bathroom door began to open, startling me. "Hey, it's occupied." I called. Then you came in and closed the door behind you. My mouth dropped open and I was speechless. Without a word you backed me up against the wall and kissed me hard on the mouth, your hand coming up and squeezing my breast brazenly. I tried to push you away but you pressed the weight of your body against me. When you finally pulled back from the kiss you were leering at me. I glared furiously at you. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Get the hell off me!" I shouted, pulling away from you. You gripped my arm fiercely, pulling me against you. "You think you can just tease me like that and not give it up? You know you want it baby. Go ahead and fight it if you want, but I gotta have you right fucking now!" You growled at me. My heart was pounding and as much as I denied it, my pussy was begging to be pounded. You shoved me up against the wall, pressing your hard cock against me, letting me feel the power of it, you reached down and yanked up my skirt, grabbing my thong and tearing it off my in one motion, exposing my wet shaved cunt. You pressed your strong fingers into my hot flesh, roughly rubbing my clit. You used your free hand to undo your jeans and drop them to the floor. Your dick was big and hard and you stroked it slowly while you fingered my pretty cunt. I tried to struggle, but my resolve was getting weaker. In spite of myself, I wanted it. I wanted to be your little slut and take your cock deep in my tight pussy. Suddenly you thrust two fingers into my pussy, shoving them deep and hard. "Oooooh fuck you're a hot little bitch baby! I'm gonna lick that sweet little cunt till you fucking scream." You growled in my ear, pushing my thighs apart and lowering yourself you the floor. You gripped my hips and held them tight against the wall. I gasped in helpless shock as you pressed my little ass against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. My nipples stiffened and I dropped my hands to your shoulders, trying (half-heartedly at best) to push you away. After all, there was still a little fight left in me and I was not used to being manhandled like this, but you merely gripped my hips harder – almost painfully hard, and drove your mouth against my sweet wet pussy. You were a fucking animal, growling and nipping at my clit, your tongue driving deep inside me. My thighs tensed and I cried out in pleasure and disbelief. Your muscles were twitching with aggression as you crouched in front of me, licking and biting my tender cunt. All my will to fight you melted away as your flat broad tongue dragged hard and fast, in and out across my horny tingling clit. My hips began to push against you, grinding against your skilled mouth, my legs helplessly shaking as you forced me closer and closer to orgasm. "Oh my fucking god! Oooooooh that feels so good!" I moaned, now fully driving my pussy against your face. You had me so close to cumming...sooooo fucking close! And then you stopped. You just...STOPPED and stood up, grinning while I sweated and panted and whimpered in frustration. You wrapped your big rough hand around your throbbing dick and slowly stroked up and down. My hands glided up to my tits, gently rubbing them and pinching my nipples. I looked in your eyes, your gaze hard and volatile. You stared at my hands, slowly working my firm tits and you reached out and grabbed my blouse. Without a word, you ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. You lunged at me and fastened your eager mouth onto one of my painfully aroused nipples and we tumbled to the floor, your weight landing on top of me while you licked and bit and devoured each of my luscious tits. I squealed and moaned and begged for you to fuck me, but instead you backed off and sat on the edge of the tub, grabbing my pigtail and dragging my face against your thigh. "Come on baby, suck that hard dick!" You commanded, looking down into my face and pushing your cock-head against my full red lips. I struggled a little and saw your dick twitch with excitement. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the head of your cock, barely making contact and staring innocently up at you. You roared with lust and thrust your cock against my lips, desperate to fuck my pretty mouth. Your big dick invaded my mouth, driving deep and furious, pulsing and throbbing deep in my throat as you gripped my pigtails and dragged my mouth up and down your hot cock, your balls slapping my chin. I gulped and moaned and sucked you harder and harder, nearly choking on your rock hard dick as you fed it to me again and again. You moaned and growled and hollered as you fucked my little mouth. "Oh godDAMN girl you are one good little slut baby!" You cried, prying my lips off your cock. You grabbed my wrists in one hand and lifted me up, spun me around and bent me over the edge of the sink. You kicked my legs apart, like a cop arresting me, and rubbed your slippery cock-head up and down across my clit, driving me crazy. "Oooooooooh god please fuck me! PLEASE just fuck the hell out of me!" I begged, my face red with passion as I stared at your reflection in the mirror. You leaned forward and bit my neck and shoulder and hammered your dick balls-deep into my pussy, hiking my miniskirt up over my bare ass. I screamed and almost came immediately as you started to ram my cunt harder and harder, punishing my sweet young hole. I threw my head back and howled in ecstasy as my pussy tightened around your big dick and gushed my hot sticky juices all over your shaft. "Fuck baby I'm cumming soooooo hard for you!" I screamed, pumping my pretty little ass against you harder, wanting every inch of your pounding cock inside me. I looked at you in the mirror, your face a mask of lust, your teeth grinding as you dug your fingers into my ass, hammering me so hard I thought the sink I was leaning on would break off the wall. Sweat dripped from your forehead and your breaths became fast and shallow. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you sexy little fucking bitch, I'm gonna shoot my fucking load in your cunt!" You screamed, wrapping your arms around my waist and RAMMING your dick ssssssssssooooooo deeeeeeeeeeep in my pussy, and I could feel your hot fucking cum spurting up inside me, your dick twitching with each fresh shot of your jizz. You pulled out and shook the last drops of cum from your prick onto my pale white ass, slapping my ass cheeks with your cock-head. I slid to the floor, panting. You looked down at my torn clothing, and picked up my little white thong, shredded and useless. You tucked it into your pocket and smiled. You dropped my torn blouse in the trash, peeled off your snug black t-shirt, wiped your forehead with it and tossed it at me. I sat there on the floor, dazed, my pussy still dripping with your cum and I realized I didn't even know your name. Then you opened the door and started to leave. Just before you closed the door behind you, you turned back and said: "That's what you get for being a tease." The Tease The complex was quiet, the paths dark, only one woman swam laps in the pool. I slipped into the hot tub, a plastic glass of wine by my elbow and wondered when my frenzy might subside. She'd been especially immodest that evening. Before she'd left at the dinner hour, she'd primped and primed herself, stripping out of tailored slacks and conventional blouse revealing functional underwear, and then, at an adagio pace, those most beautiful breasts, silky globes adorned by ample circles of tawny color and, in the middle, those marvelous nuclei, protruding from the roundness. She'd pranced through her routine as if performing for me. Reappearing after her shower, her short midnight hair dripping. I was disappointed, but not surprised, to see a towel surrounding her hips. I watched as she dried her hair, made her face, selected the dress, a floral pattern of dazzling hues, strapless of course, all the better to display the orbs of desire. Her back to me, she discarded the towel, stepped into a pair of panties, brief but not ludicrously so, slid the frock over her shoulders, deftly zipped the back. She acquired her purse for the evening, placed wallet, keys and lipstick in it, and was out the door. In the interim, I put a dinner from the market in the oven, opened the bottle of inexpensive Merlot I'd been saving for this Friday evening, watched a DVD, read a book. Perhaps I dozed, but when she came home, not long after midnight, I was instantly alert. She'd brought her date home and after she got him a glass of water and put her iPod into the dock I heard the strains of romantic jazz. On the sofa they sat, distant from each other, conversing. I watched his assault, a hand on the shoulder, a slight turning to better face her. Scarcely restrained at first, she might have been resisting, but when he bent towards her she raised her lips, she allowed him a kiss. That activity took the better part of five minutes, and eventually his hands began to explore her ear, neck, and then, at long last, he grasped a breast. Through the fabric he fondled it, and then he removed the dress without any resistance from her. His mouth went to one of the nipples, I watched as the other crinkled in pleasure and anticipation. Her hand traveled to his chest, leg, lap. She implored him for a favor, he rose and removed shirt and trousers. As he stood before her, she caressed his rod through the boxers, pulled them down over his hips, licked the tip, took the glans into her lips, just the head at first, then further until nearly the entire shaft was enclosed within the wetness of her mouth. With a hand, she stroked the nut sack, sending shivers through him. As she knelt on the sofa, her rear end toward me, her knees apart, I could see darkness staining the fabric of her panties. It was then that she stood beside him, pressing her body against his, and the pair migrated to the darkened bedroom. Most of an hour passed, and before two o'clock they returned to the living room. She was wearing a thin kimono, he put his discarded clothes on. One final kiss, the promise that he'd call her, and she fastened the lock behind him. The light in the living room was dimmed to a glow, she went back to the bed room, presumably to slumber. Realizing the evening was over I sprawled on the bed, but the remnants in my memory of what I'd witnessed that evening prevented sleep's arrival. After twenty-five minutes I decided staring at the ceiling was fruitless, got my swim trunks on, walked to the hot tub. I reclined, enjoying the heat of the water contrast with the coolness of the Northern California night, thought about other times I'd watched her in various states of dress and undress, passion and apathy. How, I wondered, could she allow me to witness her so indifferently? Or, was it possible that she wasn't even aware of my presence? I heard the padding of feet on the cement behind me, the dripping of water on concrete, the panting of breath. The swimmer slid into the hot tub two yards from me, I caught the glimpse of a blue bathing suit, abundant yet proportionate breasts, and then, the face. It was her! "Oh, you're the pervert," she exclaimed. "Excuse me?" I evaded. "The pervert. The guy who watches me in my condo." The tone in her voice, the expression on her face didn't exhibit alarm or pique, but the words she employed certainly were upsetting. What to do? Should I deny it? Just leave before it got ugly? I took the third fork in the road. "Well, you could close your drapes, you know." "Sure I could, Perve, but then you wouldn't get to watch. Don't worry about it, I'm a tease. I like being looked at. You like watching, don't you? At these?" She lifted her tits, more of the roundness rose above the trimming of her suit. I made no reply to her accusation, it seemed any response I gave could be misconstrued, but that didn't stop her from continuing her thread. "You like to take pictures, too, don't you? How many did you take tonight?" Again, I balked, but she demanded, "Come on, a hundred?" "More like a dozen." The actual truth was somewhere between the two estimates, but I was still uncertain of my position. "Huh! I thought sure I'd be worth more than that. And you've been watching me for more than two weeks now. How many do you have, total?" "Maybe a couple hundred." "Now that's better. Put them on the Internet yet?" "Of course not." "Good, that could have got you in trouble." Apparently my demeanor still was less than positive. "Oh, don't look so wretched, it's okay. My name's Audrey," she said, and we shook hands. "What's your name, Perve?" "Milt." "Milt. Short for Milton? It fits you. You're geekish. I mean that in a nice way. If you don't want to call me Audrey, you can call me Tease. That's short for 'cock-teaser,' which I am. You moved in about a month ago, right?" "Yes, that's right." We both lived on the third floor of an adults only condo complex in the South Bay, just west of San Jose. The complex had ten or twelve buildings, each with ten compartments. From my condo, obviously, I had a great view of Audrey's place, her living room directly across from mine, her bedroom also adjacent. Our windows were, perhaps, thirty feet from each other. "How long have you lived here?" "Now that's a long story. You going to let me have a drink of your wine?" I handed her my cup. "We moved in twelve years ago. My ex and I, we'd been married then for eight or nine years, I guess. Jim wasn't a California native, he came from the East Coast, I grew up in the East Bay. Back in the 'Nineties, like everyone else, we both went from job to job with hardware and then Internet companies. He kept getting bumped up until he was a director someplace, I made it up to marketing manager. We were good to each other, for my thirtieth birthday he gave me a boob job." Another shake of the orbs. "Then the dot.com bust hit, and I was out on my ass. He kept his job, but that started the slide. I couldn't find any kind of a position that paid anything, and he told me he was tired of supporting me. So I wound up getting a part-time position at Borders. They found out I was literate, and that's about all the qualifications they needed. So there I was with all that time on my hands, and he's flying around the country doing deals, and, well . . . He didn't really mind when he found out, and he was getting his own on the side I found out later, but we started going downhill. We kept it together, more or less, for four years, and then he decided he was going to take a job back East, and I just didn't want to go. We were never angry with each other, just bored, and our divorce was easy. He let me keep the condo, all I have to do is pay him his share as rent, and in another six or seven years I'll have it paid off. They've bumped me up and up at Borders, and now I've got a job on the regional staff, I don't have to work weekends or nights, not too bad for a country girl." During the story she finished off the wine, but otherwise hardly took a breath. She waved the glass at me, "Got any more?" "Sorry, I only brought the glass down." "No problem. I've got a bottle of white in my refrigerator, I'll get it. Don't leave, okay?" and I watched her cute butt stroll off. I waited for at least ten minutes, and started to figure that she was teasing me, waiting in her living room for me to give up, but then I saw her returning in the murkiness. "Sorry I was so long, but I had to go really bad. I always do after a real good screw like Don gave me tonight. Give me your glass. Okay, so I told you my story, you tell me yours." She relaxed in the tub, big enough for thirty people and often holding that many, and waited. "Not all that much to tell. I'm a software engineer . . ." "I knew you were a geek!" ". . . work for Avilant, grew up in New York State, came out here and graduated from Berkeley. Got married, the divorce was final last week. No kids, thankfully." "Was she screwing around?" "Yes." My mind flashed to that strange night six months before when I found her at the neighbor's house, wrapped in my supposedly best friend's arms. "Were you?" "No, never, not once." "Sorry about that." The tone was empathetic, yet had a taste of that's-the-way-it-goes-why-are-you-pitying-yourself. Or, perhaps, I was just imposing some of my late night, solitary conversations on her words. "You like it here?" "I do. Great facilities, with the pool and hot tub and all. Seems like nice people." "We are. Wait till the Christmas party. And Fourth of July." We floated for awhile, each keeping to our own side of the submerged bench, but finally she had to break the silence. "So when was the first time you got a look at me?" I hesitated, she gave me a demanding look. "Maybe three weeks ago. You were lying on your bed, uhhhh . . ." "Masturbating?" ". . . yeah, and your light was on, and I was able to watch you from my deck." "Take any pictures that night?" "No, just watched. It didn't even occur to me to take pictures until a couple of times later. You sure you don't mind?" "I told you. The guy before you liked to watch, too, but his wife caught him and told me to keep my drapes drawn. It was a relief when they moved out, I really like to go nude. You're the only condo that can see me, you know." "No, I didn't realize that." "Look at the angles. Unless I stand close to the window or go out on my patio, the lower floors can't see anything, and there's no one else in sight. Oh, I guess the apartment building half a mile away could get a glimpse if they had really high powered telescopes, and you can never underestimate a pervert, can you?" I started yawning. I was finally relaxed enough to go to sleep. "Okay," she admitted, "I can wear you out pretty easily, can't I? But here's the deal. I want copies of all the pictures you take of me. Put them on an SD card, drop them off in the message box outside my door. And sleep tight, I won't bother you for the rest of the night." She waved a kiss to me as I walked away, she may have dropped the top of her suit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Audrey was calling to me from her patio. "Hey, Perve!" "What?" "Nice pictures! Thanks. You doing anything tomorrow night?" A Sunday, the loneliest time for a single guy. "No, nothing." "Cool. Take me to dinner. Seven o'clock? There's a nice Chinese place about a mile from here." That cracked me up, we're in the Bay Area, there are twenty 'nice Chinese places' a mile from anywhere. Later, she was getting dressed to go somewhere, casual, but she put on a slinky pink bra and panties under the jeans and blouse. I shot off forty pictures or so while she dressed, and this time she looked at the camera directly. She was extremely photogenic, her white teeth and delightful smile shone. And her naked breasts as well. But still, she kept the area between her waist and thighs protectively covered. I don't believe she turned her light on when she came home. If she came home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I came out of my bathroom, showered and shaved, and glanced at her place. I face south, her windows go north, and before the sun sets and she turns on the lights, it's hard to see into her place. But she had lamps on in her living room, she was lying on her couch, her left side towards me. Without a stitch on, she had one hand on her breast, the other between her legs. I got the camera, and wasn't surprised when I caught a glimpse of blue, the plastic of a vibrator. She gave me quite a show, and I captured it for our later enjoyment. For fifteen minutes she entertained herself, apparently ignoring me. She orgasmed brightly, but her protecting leg never moved to a position where I caught the burying ground. When she breathed her final sigh she grabbed a towel, put it over her groin, sat up, faced me and mouthed, "don't be late." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tea was in front of us, we were waiting for the soup, seated at a formica table in the back. "What kind of camera do you have?" "A Canon Rebel." "What's that?" "It's a DSLR." Seeing the confusion, I continued, "That means it's a sophisticated camera. I have three lenses. A prime lens, a wide angle zoom and a telephoto . . ." "See, I told you you were a geek." ". . . I can take just about any kind of shot in any kind of light. Did you see how sharp those pictures are? And that's from across the way, through the glass of your patio window. I could never get pictures like that with a point and shoot." "What's that?" "That's one of those little cameras. You've probably got one." "Oh, my Kodak? I love my Kodak." "It's probably fine for snapshots. But my pictures turn out so much better." "You're right," she agreed, "they do." We were interrupted by the waiter, and when he poured the rice into the broth, we were treated to the rich smell and hissing sound. After pouring us a bowl each and leaving the rest on the table, he moved off. "Okay," she said, "time to find out more about you." "Nothing more to find out. I told you everything." "Not even close. Any girlfriends?" "No, I haven't met anyone." "And you're trying real hard, aren't you? Cooped up in your apartment whenever you're not at work. When was the last time you even talked to a girl?" "I had lunch with two of them this week." "And they were both married, weren't they?" She had me, I smiled. "Well, one's just living with a guy." "You've got to have some interest, don't you? I mean, you're not taking those pictures of me just because, are you? You're thinking about getting laid, aren't you?" "Yeah, I'm wondering about that. It's just that, well, I don't know, I keep thinking about her with him, and I get angry, and then . . . well, I guess I'm just not ready yet." "She's still seeing him?" "No, the bastard broke it off with her after he found out I knew. She told me she didn't really like him that much, he was just convenient. That's the word she used, 'convenient.' Like she just wanted sex from somebody else, and he just happened to be there. He told me that she came onto him when he stopped over one day and I wasn't around. So she was looking for it." "Did she have anybody else, other guys?" "She says no, but I think she's lying to me. I overheard her once on the phone, it sounded like she was making a date. A couple times she came home really late, so what was she doing?" "Maybe she was just out with a girlfriend." "Maybe," I agreed, but not with any sense of credibility. "Any chance the two of you will get back together?" "No. None at all. We went to a marriage counselor, did all that stuff. Took a romantic trip up to wine country. It didn't work. We were getting on each other's nerves, and finally we both just said the hell with it. About three weeks ago I stopped in to get some stuff I still had at her place, and there was a guy there. So, it's over, and good riddance." I raised my tea cup in salute to the lost woman. We went mum for a few minutes, then she said, "Okay, women didn't do it, let's talk geek. So how'd you get into this photography thing?" "I was a boy scout . . ." "I'll bet you were an eagle guy." "No, never got that high, only made it up to star. I still regret I didn't hang on. Anyway, they had a merit badge in photography, and one of the troop leaders was into it, and got me hooked. My folks bought me an Olympus OM-2, and I saved up for additional lenses. I was the photographer for my year book in high school, took a couple of courses in college. I knew I wasn't ever going to be a professional, but I truly enjoy the craft. I started out in landscapes, then I got into portraits." "And dirty pictures!" "And dirty pictures." "Did you ever take pictures of your wife?" "Yeah, that was a thing of ours." "You should post them on the internet." I thought about that for a few seconds. "I don't know. That would be mean, wouldn't it?" "She's done some mean things to you." "Maybe. It still doesn't seem right." "Well, what about me?" Audrey suggested. "Would you put up pictures of me on the internet? Show everybody what you can do?" "Would you like me to?" "I wouldn't mind. It'd be kind of sexy, thinking about all those perverts out there, creaming themselves while looking at me." "You're serious, aren't you?" "I don't joke," Audrey declared. When we got home, we both went to our separate apartments, and Audrey waved to me from hers, then shut the curtains - no show that night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We both laid low for a couple of nights, then one night I heard something hit my window. It turned out to be frozen peas that Audrey was throwing at me. I went out onto the patio. "Hi there!" "Hi there, yourself. Come over here, I've got something to show you." "What?" "If I told you, you'd know, wouldn't you? Get your ass over here." I went down the steps, across the walk, and up the steps. Her door was open, "Come on in," she hollered. She was wearing slacks and a t-shirt that read, 'Carpe Dame (seize the woman)'. She poured me a glass of wine, then motioned me to her laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch. I could see my place across the way, and then, on the computer screen I saw a picture I had taken of Audrey, fully naked but turned, of course, so her pelvis couldn't be seen. I glanced at the browser menu, saw that the address was voyeurweb.com. She'd put them on the internet! "We're famous," she said, "I'm getting a lot of comments. All of them like me, except for a couple who are probably religious nuts." I flipped through the pictures, there were eight of them, from one of the first series I'd taken. She was in her work clothes at the start, was stripping down and putting on sweats, her face easily recognizable. "Aren't you worried someone you know will see these?" "I don't care. I think it'd be sort of neat if somebody recognized me." The photos were the original pictures, not enhanced in any way. The levels were off, and in a few of them, the saturation should have been increased. I told her this, and she said, "Okay, you're in charge of making them look good before we submit them, then." We immediately went to work on the next batch - we decided it would be one where she was getting ready to go into the shower, then a couple after she came out - and with a graphics program I downloaded we cropped and brightened them up. After we sent them off, we leaned back. "You like people looking at you, don't you?" "Of course I do," she answered, "I want everybody to see how good looking I am. That's what these," she cupped both of her rounded, artificial breasts, "are all about." "How did you get into that?" "Oh, that's a long story. When I was in high school, I was a little mouse. Flat chest, skinny legs, stringy hair, the whole works. On top of that, I was smarter than most of the boys. So, nobody pays any attention to me. I couldn't even get a date for the prom. Then I went to college, and it agreed with me. My first two years I grew two inches and filled out. Unfortunately, I was still just a small B cup. A friend of mine showed me how to apply makeup, and I spent a couple of hundred dollars on a hair stylist. All of a sudden the guys are tripping over each other trying to get to me. What a rush! Of course, most of them just wanted to get in my pants, but I didn't let them, of course. One time when I needed some cash, and I found out that a local artist paid pretty good money for a girl to stand around in front of his class without any clothes on. After it was over, I'd look at the drawings the students did of me, and I was proud of what they saw in me. Some would emphasize my ass, others my bush, and a couple just drew me above my waist. I didn't like those pictures, they showed that I still didn't have any tits. And I found it turned me on, too. I had a boyfriend then, and after the modeling sessions I went over to his place and we screwed like rabbits. He finally stopped going out with me because I wanted too much sex from him. Can you imagine? Too much sex? I still think he was crazy or something. Anyway, I started doing things that would get me looked at. Skinny dipping with a bunch of guys, wet t-shirt contests, that kind of thing. After I got out of college, I sort of forgot about it, I guess I thought it was immature or something. Then I met Jim, and we started dating real seriously, and one day when we were at a beach he just pulled my top off. I think he thought I'd be pissed, but I started showing my stuff to all our friends who were there, and that night we had hot sex, just like I always did when I had a chance. So he started encouraging me to do stuff, flash people on the freeway, moon people, whatever. Then we got married, and it all just sort of stopped. Of course he knew that I didn't like my tits, so for my birthday he got me my breast enhancement. About five months later, after everything was healed up and they were finally looking pretty good, I got him to take me to a strip club on amateur night, and I got up on stage and showed everybody what I had, and I was real happy with the reaction, but Jim was pissed. He told me that they were only for him to look at, and he didn't want anybody to think I was easy, which I never have been, Jim didn't get any until the eighth date, and I told him to go screw himself, I'd show these to anybody I wanted to, and I went back up on the stage, and that just pissed him off more. We didn't have sex that night, and now that I look back on it that was the beginning of the end. So, anyways, we start having our affairs, and then when Jim was out of town one night I noticed the guy that was living in your place with his wife was looking at me so I went into the bedroom and stripped and started masturbating and I notice he wanked off while I was getting off myself. And that started it. After Jim split I'd go to nude beaches, and wear revealing tops and all that kind of stuff. And that's how it happened." Finally, she took a sip of her wine and a breath. The Tease "Cool," I said. "Yeah, it is," she agreed, "but listen, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Just 'cause I like to strip doesn't mean I sleep around. I don't. It takes a long time for a guy to get anywhere with me. Remember Don the other night? That was the first time we ever screwed. We've been dating for over five months! With me, you've got to hang around a long time before I'll put out. Oh, if a guy gets really hard up I'll give him a hand job or something. But he doesn't put it anywhere until I really, really trust him." I thought this was overshare, but it was okay by me. Somehow, I wasn't thinking of trying anything with her anyway. I liked looking at her, and taking her picture, but that was sort of it. I changed the subject. "So you're happy with the pictures?" "Pretty much," she agreed, "but when you focus in on me, they start to get blurry and splotchy, don't they." "Yep. That's graniness. There's not a lot I can do about it." "Why not?" "Well, to get close, I have to use a long telephoto lens. And the lighting leaves a lot to be desired." "What could we do about it?" "Not a lot, due to the distance between your apartment and mine." "But," she thought, "if you were in the same place with me, they'd be better?" "Quite a bit. And if I was able to use some better lighting, that'd improve them a bunch, too." "Hmmm . . . you wouldn't take advantage of me, would you?" "Of course not!" I was wounded, no woman has ever thought that about me. "What do you think I am?" "A pervert, of course," she laughed. "Well, I'm going to have to think about that. All right, now get out of here. I've got things to do." I went back to my place, and turned the tube on. Audrey was puttering around, then went into her bedroom and came back out dressed in a halter top that barely covered the lower half of her breasts and sleek leotards. She turned bright lights on and started stretching, and I got out my camera. She kept up her workout routine, sit ups, jumping jacks, and suddenly, looking right into the camera, she took her top off. Through the lens I could see that her nipples were rock hard, and pointing a good ways from the roundness. She kept up her routine, then got a towel out and sexily started wiping herself off. She turned her back to me and took the leotards off. I was photographing her ass and saw that she had a thong on, pink. Then she turned to me and I saw it was the smallest g-string I'd ever seen, just a patch, maybe two inches square, covering her front, but not by much. She started playing with the strings, threatening to uncover more, then she turned her back to me again and took the panties off. Since she'd never revealed her entire front to me, I assumed at this point she'd pick up the towel, cover herself and walk off into the bedroom. I was wrong! Slowly, she turned around, vamping for the camera, fig leafing herself with a raised leg, then putting it down so I could finally see the area below her navel. She was completely shaved, and in this pose, you could see the beginning of the slit between her puffy lips, engorged with the exercise, or perhaps the thought that she was exposing herself to me. She walked around a bit, allowing me to photograph her nudity, then laid back down on the floor and did some more sit-ups. The session ended with her lying on her side, facing me, and raising her leg so that the pussy lips were as exposed as possible. After she made sure I had enough time to focus and zip off half a dozen photos, she made a kiss to me then walked to the window and closed her drapes. Wow! This was the hottest I'd ever seen her, and I quickly downloaded the pics to my computer. I picked out the best twenty and set to work with photoshop, cropping and enhancing and filtering my heart out until I had the perfect set. Then I emailed them to her, and went to sleep, or at least to bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saturday night, she prepared for a date with Don with her usual insouciance. She displayed herself fully for my camera when she came out of the bathroom, put on a tiny g-string, got a bra out and then hurled it back in the drawer, pulled a little black party dress over her head, tucked her breasts into the halter top, swirled around so the glossy tulle fabric of her skirt rose high on her legs, sat and slipped on ebony high heels. A few moments later she received a phone call and skipped out the door. I had nothing else to do, so I trekked to the swimming pool. It was warm and perhaps fifty or sixty people were in the area, playing volleyball in the pool, chatting in the hot tub, drinking beer and cooking on the barbecue. I chatted with some guys I played basketball with, joined in the volleyball, just hung out. After an hour and a half or so, I went back to my apartment, made some spaghetti, and worked on the series of photos I'd taken earlier. Once I had the best ten, (Voyeurweb only lets you post ten at a time,) I emailed them to Audrey. Not long after, she returned home, Don in tow. She made drinks, and opened up the glass door to her patio. I heard her say that it was warm, but she looked my way and gave me a little wink. They sat on the sofa and began making out. Before long, Don had her top down and was sucking on her fantastic tits, and she unzipped him and went down on him. I thought they'd head into the bedroom, but they kept going, stripping the clothes off each other, playing with bare skin. At one point, while Don's head was between her legs, Audrey looked directly at me and smiled for the camera. In time, they were both completely naked and Audrey helped him put on a condom. She knelt on the floor, her elbows on the coffee table, and Don crawled behind her, placed his rod at her opening, and pushed. I had my extreme telephoto lens on and the camera was on a tripod; I got a few great shots, fairly tight, of his cock penetrating her. They switched positions, she was lying on the floor and he was above her, then she was in cowgirl, fondling his sack behind her when he grimaced and I could tell he was coming. Surprisingly, it didn't appear that she'd orgasmed. They hugged for awhile, she lying naked beside him, their legs toward me so that I got great shots of their private parts. She had her legs wide open, I was able to zoom in on her pussy, the tunnel open with the sport. A while later he rose and dressed, he wasn't going to stay the night. After the door was closed she came out, still naked, onto the patio and called, "Hey! Perve!" "Hi, Audrey!" "Enjoy the show?" "Yeah! It was fantastic." "Meet me at the hot tub, ten minutes." "Okay." I beat her down to the pool, there were two couples in one end talking amongst themselves, and soon Audrey arrived in a one piece swimsuit; of course the halter pushed her impeccable breasts up, almost to the point of overspilling the cups. She slid into the pool and poured us both a glass of wine from the bottle she'd fetched. Her mood, so unlike the usual bubbly Audrey I'd come to know, was somber, defeated. "I think I'm going to have to throw Don back in the lake," she confided. "Why? You seemed to have a good time with him tonight." "He had a great time. And, don't get me wrong, he knows his stuff in bed. But I don't trust him." "Why not?" "Well, he's trying to take control recently, not letting me do my thing. Tonight, for example, after dinner we stopped at a bar. I caught some guys looking at me, so I started hiking up my skirt. And I bent over so they could get a good look down my front. Don saw what I was doing, and he told me to stop it. Said they'd get the wrong idea of me. Hell, when we met he was trying to get a good look himself. That didn't give him the wrong idea, did it?" "Well, maybe if you told him that kind of attitude doesn't work for you, he might back off." "Maybe. But that's not the biggest thing. He chased me for months, and the only reason I finally let him catch me was that I hadn't had sex in over a year, and I was getting pretty horny. It was a mistake, and I'm paying for it. Even though he tries hard, I can't get off with him. Just doesn't work for me. I come real close, but then just as I'm starting, my brain clamps down. I guess you could say I'm selectively frigid." "Wow. You're frigid? I'd never think you were, not in a million years." "Just with some guys. Others, I can have a good time with. If I trust them, completely. Jim never had any trouble with me, the first time we ever screwed he had me hanging from the chandeliers. He could make me come so hard I'd be sore for days. Even years after we were married. Then I found out he was screwing around on me and I couldn't get there any more. It's all a matter of trust." She took a long swallow of the wine, slipped a little further into the hot water, jiggled her toes. "Did you ever have any troubles like that?" "Like what?" "You know. You're there with the girl, and you can't get it up?" Should I tell her? Ah, why not? "Just once, before I was married. I got set up with this girl, she was really good looking, a model, and when I go to drop her off, she tells me to come up. I couldn't believe it. I mean, she was so good looking, and there I am . . ." "a geek?" "yeah, well, so there I am, and she's doing everything she can, and my guy just isn't having any of it. Nothing at all. I was so embarrassed! I'm sure she's still laughing about it." "Maybe," Audrey consoled. "Don't worry about it. It's happened with me, plenty of times. I tease and tease and tease, and finally I let them grab me -- I'm not going to go all the way with them, but I'm going to make sure they're not frustrated -- and all that's in my palm is a handful of silly putty." She looked at me, I thought she was going to say something, then she stopped. I could see the gears shifting, then she said, "You doing anything tomorrow?" It wasn't the first thing she was going to ask me, I was sure of that, but I had no idea what had been on her mind. "No, nothing really. Why?" "I thought maybe we could go to the beach. It's supposed to be warm." "Yeah, I could get into that." "Okay, let's leave around ten." "Sounds good." She looked at me, then leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "Okay then, Perve, see you in the morning." She got out of the pool, and her fanny waved as she walked. Then she called over her shoulder, "Perve, bring your camera." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Audrey was driving at break neck speed on the curvy Highway 17, over the mountains and down the slopes towards Santa Cruz, the crisp air blowing through the sunroof. Then north on Highway 1, with the ocean on our left, and we found the parking lot she was looking for. Down to the beach, then we strolled until we found a gap in the cliff, affording us some shelter from the surging winds. The day was beautiful, no fog, just the light mist you expect from the heavy seas and waves. We passed perhaps 40 people on the way, 25 or 30 who were either topless or completely unclothed. We spread our blankets and other stuff, then Audrey said, "Get it out!" "Excuse me?" "Get it out! Your camera. This is your big chance to get close to me, dude!" I figured it out. Audrey wanted me to take nude pictures of her on the beach. I got my camera body out, and decided to go with the 85 mm lens -- just right for sharp pictures of her with blurred backgrounds. Since I anticipated that she'd be moving around some -- I'd learned enough to realize Audrey never stays still. I decided to forego the tripod, trusting my lens stabilization system to give me crisp pictures. By the time I'd set up Audrey had stripped off her shorts and shirt and was in the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen -- at least live. Two straps that covered her nipples, a tiny strip of fabric hiding the most intimate patch of her groin. A couple of guys drifting by whistled, she gave them a smile and a thumbs up. I started flipping off pics, she just moved around, giving me splendid angles of her rump, legs, face and neck, torso, and -- of course -- those magnificent breasts. After thirty shots or so, she loosened the string holding the top, whipped it off. The nipples were hard and scrunched from the chill of the air and, I suppose, the excitement of the photo shoot. When I'd shot her chest from every angle possible, it was time to take off the bottom. She was freshly shaven down there, and she displayed her crotch for the camera in various postures. Standing up facing the camera, with her back facing me, bending over so the lips shone in the sun, sitting, lying down with her legs closed, then open. She encouraged me to come as near as possible and take close ups of the gorgeous folds of skin. Her clit was just visible, I wanted to touch it and reveal it just a bit more, but I wasn't sure if Audrey would take offense, so I let it be. I noticed that my dick was making a tent out of the front of my jeans; Audrey noticed it and smiled. When it seemed to me that we'd pretty much done this scene, I put the camera back in the case. "Okay," Audrey declared, "this is a nude beach. Take 'em off." I thought about the settings that would be required to take photos of a nearby rock and the surf pounding it, and before long my dick was back to it's normal flaccid self, so off my clothes came. Audrey resolutely inspected my penis with interest. I'm neither proud nor ashamed of my private parts. From what I'd seen in locker rooms and such, and from the comments of my girlfriends and ex-wife, I'm neither larger nor smaller than average, and perhaps a bit thicker. Audrey confirmed my estimation by her comment, "Not bad!" and I laid down on the blanket near her. I tried to keep my eyes off her body, for fear that I'd grow a woodie again. "Okay, so, how come you aren't dating yet, Perve?" Audrey began her inquisition. "I don't know." "What do you mean you don't know? Can't you find anybody to go out with?" "Haven't tried." "Why?" I thought for a few moments, trying to phrase my reluctance correctly. "I guess, when I was married to Ann, that I thought I was set for the rest of my life. Ann and I had pretty much figured out what we wanted, we were at the point where we were going to start having babies, we had enough money. We knew, or at least I knew, what was going to go down for the rest of our lives. I was really happy. Then she goes and turns it all upside down. So now, I've got to put it all back into perspective. And I'm not sure I really want to play the field. Oh, I get horny and all, but it seems to me that if I started dating a girl, trying to get to know her and all, she'd have a pretty rough time with me right now. My shrink says I'm not completely stable yet . . ." "He's just trying to string you along so you keep paying your cumshaw." ". . . maybe, but I don't want to make someone else miserable right now." "Okay. So you just want somebody to walk into your life and be a substitute for your ex-wife, huh? Just pick up where you left off?" "No, I know that's not going to happen. Whoever -- if anybody -- is next on the list isn't going to be like Ann. Even if I could have that, I don't think I'd want it. I know Ann's every little irritating habit . . ." "Like sleeping around on you?" ". . . yeah, that, but leaving the top off the ketchup bottle, and swilling the wine around in her mouth until you think she's gonna blow bubbles. The little things. No, I want the next woman to have all new irritating habits." This brought a good laugh from Audrey. "Okay, so how many kids?" "Audrey wanted three, I was only good for one, maybe two." "And the little suburban home with the picket fence around it?" "Well, how about a tract house in Milpitas." "And you'd be happy with that?" "It was what we were going for. Now, I don't know. I'd want somebody who was a little more adventurous, I guess. Ann didn't even want to drive up to San Francisco on a Saturday to see a play. She said it was too long of a drive, she'd be too tired by the time we got home." For the first time, Audrey didn't respond to the statement, she always had a retort. But she was quiet for so long that I looked over to see if she was napping. Finally, she said, "I think you'll find someone." We laid there a while longer, soaking up the rays, and then Audrey grew restless, demanded we take a walk. I worried about leaving my camera and gear here, but Audrey scoffed, told me to hide the bag under the blanket, we'd stay close. We walked towards the surf, and Audrey reached over to hold my hand. Her grip was gentle and warm, I enjoyed this mild contact. We skipped over to the surf, let the numbing residue of the rollers brush our feet. A Frisbee sailed towards us, Audrey picked it out of the water and adeptly flung it back over to the guys who'd let it get away. A couple of clothed gawkers walked by, said, "How's about it, baby," and leered at her, she simply said, "You wish, you don't have what it takes," and then ignored them. When we returned to our blanket, we were frozen with the wind and icy air, we decided we'd had enough for the day, and we put our clothes back on and packed up. Audrey drove back to Santa Cruz and found a trendy pub away from the tourist area. We sat at the bar, had beers, artichoke dip and sandwiches. We got into a discussion with the people sitting around, nothing special, just a good time. When we got back to the apartment, it was a bit after seven, the sun was just approaching the horizon, Audrey invited me up to her apartment. She put on some music, eighties rock, and got a deck of cards out. "You know how to play gin rummy, don't you?" "Not really. Teach me." She did, it was a favorite game of hers, she'd played it with her father when she was a teenager, I got the hang of it and we played for a couple of hours, drinking diet cola. Every once in awhile our hands would touch when we'd reach for a card, and a little spark would kindle in my skin. I was having ideas, but between nine and ten, she kicked me out, suggesting we both had to go to work in the morning. When I got up to my place, she was in her bedroom, brushing her hair. She visited the bathroom for the evening's last duties, and when she came out she was au natural, she waved to me, slid between her sheets and turned her light off. It was time for me to go to bed, too ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Audrey laid low for the next few days. I'd see her lights go on and off, but the drapes remained closed. I sent her twenty optimized pictures from the beach and got the email response, 'go ahead and post them.' Thursday night, around nine, there was a knock at my door. "Got a beer?" she asked. "Come on in." I cleaned up my couch of the potato chip bags and dirty dishes so she could sit down, then got her the beer. "What's up?" "I'm heading to Yosemite this weekend with Don. I was about to tell him Monday night that we were through, but I never got there. He was all excited that he scored a room in the Lodge, and said he wanted to make it real romantic. He apologized for how he acted at the bar, and, well, hell, I've got to give him another chance." "You don't seem real excited about it." "I'm not. Oh, I am, I love the valley and the view from Glacier Point, but the more I think about it, the less it seems that Don is the guy." "So don't go." It seemed easy to me. "But, Perve, I'll be thirty-six in three months. If I don't start something soon, well, I'll never be a mother. And right now there's nobody else on the horizon." A very big sigh, finally, "Well, I'll go, and see what happens, I guess. What's the worst?" She downed the rest of the beer, headed for the door. "I've got to go pack, we're leaving right after work." "Call me, will you, let me know how it went?" "Oh, you'll be the first, I promise." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday noon, I was watching sports on TV and I heard the frozen peas crunching against my window. "Hey," I called across the top of the trees. The Tease "Perve, I'm starved," she said, "haven't eaten since last night. Take me to lunch?" "Sure. What happened?" "I'll tell you all about it." We quietly walked three blocks up to the Applebees, Audrey was really steaming about whatever it was, and it was only after she had a salad in front of her that she opened up. "It was nice enough on Friday, we got up there and had dinner at the Ahwahnee, drove around the valley just as it was getting dark to see the animals coming out, and then headed back to our room. I thought it was going to be nice and romantic, but he said he was tired so it was real quick and by 10:30 he was snoozing. The next day he wanted to get up real early and see the waterfalls before all the tourists were around, so nothing there. Then late in the afternoon we were walking around the base of the falls, and there was a bunch of people playing around in the water, and I joined them. Don wouldn't come in, he thought we might get hurt or something. Well, I'm having fun, and my t-shirt gets all wet, and I was wearing a thin bra, and, well, you could see almost everything. I didn't care, the guys were running around with their shirts off, and I didn't see why I couldn't do it. It got a little physical, nothing serious, just a little grab-ass, and when I got back on the path, Don was all steamed. He said I made a fool out of myself, and all that stupid stuff, and we had a big argument, right there. People were looking at us, and one guy came over and asked me if Don was bothering me, and it was just a scene. I just hiked back to the lodge by myself and went in and took a bath, and when I came out, Don started in on me again. I went to dinner by myself, just walked around, and when I got back to the room he was still in a mood. I slept on the couch in our room, and we got up early and drove back home, didn't say three words the whole trip. So, that's over. And I say, 'Thank God, I don't have to put up with him anymore.'" "Sounds like you enjoyed yourself in the waterfall. I would have loved to be there to take photos." A laugh from her, the clouds vaporized, she was back to being Audrey. "I don't know why, but I like you, Perve. You're good for me. Whatta you want to do the rest of the day? You any good at tennis?" We played four sets, we both won two, then we decided to go for a dip in the little pool close to our apartments, not the big pool by the rec center. She wore her little bikini again, and when we came out of the water the fabric had turned almost translucent, her nipples were pointing for the big blue sky. I ran up and got my camera and shot off twenty pics. Quite a bit of foot traffic was streaming by, the word had gotten out and all the guys wanted to get a good view of the camel toe. I laughed as Audrey vamped for her flock of admirers. Later, we went over to the supermarket, got talapia and rice for dinner, I cooked it with olive oil, lemon juice and garlic, and we ate it on her patio. After the dinner we sat on her couch and watched Netflix. It was a typical chick flick, and about halfway through Audrey turned around, put her back up against my side and wrapped my arm around her, my hand resting on her stomach. When she flicked the TV off with the remote, I wondered what was going to happen. "Perve," she said, "could I ask you for a favor?" "Sure." "Would you mind kissing me? That's all, just kiss me?" "Okay." She turned around towards me, we rearranged ourselves, and she put her lips up to me. I tried to make it a good one, she took over and got a little aggressive, not that I minded. She bit my lower lip gently, had her hand in my hair, I put my hands on her back, massaged her shoulders a bit. We broke, she complimented, "You're pretty good. Let's try that again." And we did. Except for our faces and hands, we didn't touch anywhere else. We kept it up for perhaps ten minutes, I rubbed her earlobes and neck and was beginning to think about maybe making a move towards her side when she pushed away from me. "Whew, you could be addictive. Now, go on, get out of here, and think about me when you get to bed." I went back to my place, and found that she was still on her couch, her fingers inside her shorts. I sat in my darkened room, watched her, and decided not to get my camera out, instead following the example she was setting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ During a midweek evening, the peas hit my window again. "Hey, I just washed the windows yesterday!!" "Aw, poor baby. Hey, you want to come over, and bring your camera?" "Sure!" This sounded promising. I packed up my stuff, headed over. She was waiting for me in the clothes she'd obviously went to work in, tailored slacks and a button down blouse. She greeted me with a little kiss on the lips, nothing heated, but it warmed me to think we'd made it to this point. "I was thinking you could take some pictures of me here, instead of through the windows, across the way. The shots you took on the beach were so much clearer. What do you think?" "You think you can trust me?" A timorous smile, "I'm getting there. You wouldn't give me any reason not to trust you, would you?" "Never in a million years," I promised. "So, what do you think we should do? How should I dress?" The idea immediately sprang to my mind. "How about we do a series about you getting home from work, then taking a shower and getting ready for bed?" "I like it." We put our heads together, then walked out to her car, I took her behind the wheel then getting out of the car, waltzing through the garden path to her stairs, then into the apartment. She vamped, first taking off her blouse, revealing a pretty, if utilitarian, blue bra, then getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Then the pants came off and she traipsed into the bathroom. Turning the water on, then off came the bra and panties. Into the shower, full frontal nudity, soaping up, washing between her legs, then out, toweling dry, then back into the bedroom, finding the perfect teddy, and between the sheets. It was a great shoot, I knew we'd have enough for two or three full series on Voyeurweb. I put my camera stuff away, and when I was done, she was sitting, still in her lingerie, on the sofa. "It excites me, you know," she observed. "Posing?" "Yes. Does it excite you, too, or do you get so wrapped up in fiddling with all those dials that you forget I'm here?" "How could I blank out all that beauty?" It was a clear invitation to make out, and I pulled her toward me. She willingly sank into my arms, and we kissed. I loved to kiss Audrey, she was pliant and aggressive at the same time. The session was a series of deep kisses, gentle meetings of the lips and occasional forays to ears, noses and chins. Her hands held my shoulders and back, and sometimes rubbed along my face and arms, and I followed suit. When one of her hands stroked my chest, I felt free to begin a similar onslaught, and gently brought my palm up her stomach, to the base of her breasts, and then, without any protest from her, cupped the mound fully in my hand. She kissed me deeply, letting me know I was allowed this boon, and then I flicked her nipple, firm and pointed. She released a gasp, then kissed me again, hard. I played with both of her breasts and nipples through the fabric of her lingerie, and her breath was in short spurts, she was enjoying the attention. A few minutes later, I left the breasts, descended to the belly, and then felt the elastic of her panties. "I think that's enough for tonight," she commanded. One last kiss, then she pushed me off her, stood and escorted me to the door. "To the next time," she promised. Safe within her apartment, and me in mine, we once again brought ourselves off, she in light, I in darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friday lunch hour, I got a call from Audrey. "Okay, pick a movie. Chick flick, romantic comedy, superhero, vampires." "Superhero." "Cool. Meet me at my car, 6:55 sharp." And at the time, I was standing there, waiting. Ten minutes later, she came running around the bushes, hurried. "I'm sorry, completely lost track." She got behind the wheel, drove like a madwoman west, never quite running red lights, but making me nervous nonetheless, until we got to the El Paseo shopping center. She bought popcorn and a coke, and seemed to enjoy the movie almost as much as I did. She really got into the conversions of the hero as he changed from normal to superguy, and during the fight scenes she'd wince each time somebody got hit, and then encourage the protagonist to do it again, harder! We laughed as we left the theatre, then drove to a little pizza shop I knew about, great sauce, good beer and a pinball machine. We put about eight dollars into it, and when it was my turn she'd put her hand on my back, or even the top of my butt, and I felt free to do the same to her. When I opened the hidden cavern and then buried the ball in it, she whispered sexily in my ear, "Ooooh, you got it in the hole!" The staff kicked us out at eleven, telling us merrily to come back again, and then she drove up Big Basin way, squealing tires through the hairpin turns, climbing the mountain until we reached Skyline Boulevard, and she turned onto a dirt road, and drove a quarter of a mile, then we stopped. The view below us, of the Silicon Valley with it's millions of twinkling lights was majestic. We absorbed it in silence, my arms around her shoulders, hers encircling my hips, and then kissed. "Get in the back seat," she directed, and I climbed over the reclined front seat while she clambered in beside me. In seconds, she had her blouse off and her bra unsnapped, and my polo shirt over my head. For the first time we were skin to skin, at least above the waist, and while kissing we scrunched around until I was more or less lying above her. I kissed her breasts, sucked on her nipples, and was surprised to find her hands loosening my belt, unzipping me, then her hand was inside my briefs, grasping my hardness. She felt me completely down there, from the base of my testicles to the tip of the shaft. Then she reached into her purse, got a packet of cream out and spilt it unto her hand, then grabbed my penis once more. Stroking it with the silkiness of the lubricant, she implored, "Go ahead, baby, enjoy yourself." Within seconds I was spewing into her palm, she held me, kissed me deeply while I came. When I was over my arousal, she got some tissues out, sopped the residue up. We lied there, I still on top, and continued to kiss and play with each other, and when I attempted to put a finger inside her jeans, she wordlessly stopped me. Soon, of course, the cramps came and we got back into the front seat. She neglected to put her top on, and drove down into the valley. A carful of teenaged boys came alongside, got a good look at her, and started hooping and hollering. At a red light, she turned towards them, completely exposing her ample chest to them and gave them an air kiss. I just laughed at her playfulness. At the complex, her blouse on and the bra in her pocket, she held me as we separated for the night, we kissed. "Wine tasting tomorrow?" "Sure." "We leave at nine. Bring your camera." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We drove up I280, one of the most beautiful stretches of freeway anywhere in the country, her iPod playing songs of the '80s, and we were singing at the top of our lungs. Through the City, the fog smothering the car, across the Gate bridge, and then through sunny Marin and we hit Sonoma county. We looked for small wineries, ones we'd never heard of before, and hit two of them. I noticed she had a predilection for sweet whites, I'm more of a sturdy red kind of guy. I flicked off some artistic pictures of the vines and barrels, and got a few of Audrey vamping. We stopped at a deli, got a selection of meats and cheeses, and a huge loaf of sourdough. We drove up into the mountains, found a dirt logging road, and then drove up it a quarter of a mile until we found a small meadow. Audrey had packed a huge blanket, and we spread it on the dried grass, out of sight of the car. Munching on the picnic, she started undressing herself right there. I got some great shots of her body against the tawny grass and contorted trunks of the live oaks. In the middle of the shoot, she insisted I become clothed - or unclothed - as she was; of course, I had an erection. We went on with our picture taking, and then she laid on the blanket and I joined her. Our lips met, and the rest of our bodies. My chest was against hers, our ankles entwined, and my rock hard penis was against her belly. Eventually, my hands caressed her hips, and I attempted to reach between her legs. "Please don't," she whispered. "Why not?" It was much more a plea than a demand. "I'm just not ready yet." I desisted, but her hand went to my genitals and patiently drew the semen from my body. She seemed to know just how to touch me, to give me a marvelous orgasm just from her stroking. As the seed spurted into the air, she kissed my earlobe, providing me with even more sensation. And when I was done, she played with the liquid on my stomach, massaging it into my skin until it was completely dried. "You liked that, didn't you?" "Of course I did," a tone of regret tinging my voice. "But you'd like to do more?" "Yes, I'd like to make you feel as good as you made me feel." She thought for a moment, then rolled on top of me. Her thighs enclosed my hips, her opening was right where, if my penis hadn't been soft by now, it would have entered her. "Someday, I think, I'll want that to be. But not right now, I'm just not ready for that. I'm a very cautious girl. Can you wait for me?" "If you want me to," I replied. "I think I do." We bathed in the sun, our bodies becoming dotted with perspiration, slowly drinking another glass of wine. Then we dressed, walked back to the car, drove south. Her hand was in my lap, when I put mine on her thigh, she didn't make me take it away. As we approached the Bridge, she asked, "You want to go into the City?" "Sure." She unashamedly sought out the tourist areas, driving down Lombard street, stopping into Ghirardelli Square, then to a saloon in Pacific Heights, where we ate salads. Night had dropped by the time we were done, and the neighborhood was hooded in fog. We walked, hand in hand, through the streets of Victorians, enjoying the smells and our company. And then it was back into the car for the drive home. "You have any plans for tomorrow?" she asked. "You know better than that." "Well, my parents are having a 'let's-get-the-kids-together' dinner. Would you like to come?" "Sure," I answered, perhaps too quickly. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Perve." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The backyard of the Castro Valley home swam in sunlight, the barbecue was steaming, Ashley and Josh (ten and eight years old) were playing in the treehouse their grandfather had built for them, Martha (Audrey's mother) was nursing a glass of wine, and relating a story. "I named Julie for Julie Andrews in 'Sound of Music,' and Audrey for Audrey Hepburn in 'My Fair Lady.' If we'd had a son, he would have been 'Max' for Max van Sydow." She was into films of the sixties, obviously. "More likely Maxwell Smart," joked Bill, Audrey's father. Also sitting around, under the shade of the awning was Audrey's sister and brother. It was a pleasant gathering, something I hadn't seen a whole lot of since I'd moved out from Syracuse. The family seemed altogether too normal, a lack of drama that you often see today, the kids too young to have picked up the exasperating habits of teenagerism. "Grandma, can we go ride our bikes?" Josh asked. "I'm a little tired right now," Martha demurred. "They need to be watched?" I asked. "Even though it's a cul-de-sac, I don't like it when they're not in sight of someone." "Oh, Grandma, we're old enough. At least I am. We won't go off the streets," Ashley begged. "Let me take them," I offered. "You don't have to, you're a guest." "But I'd like it," I insisted, and let the two younglings drag me to the garage where their bikes and helmets resided, then out to the street. I watched them speed up and down the block, Josh was trying to impress me, doing wheelies (just six inches off the concrete,) and playing catch me if you can with each other. Ten minutes later, Audrey joined me, we sat on the curb, she yelled encouragements to the children. "You're actually enjoying yourself." "What's not to like," I answered. "you've got a nice family." "You should have seen us when I had my abortion, it was hell around here." "You had an abortion?" "While I was in college. I was just sloppy. For a week, it was a constant uproar, everybody seesawing back and forth, not sure whether I should have the baby or not. Of course, everybody said it should be my decision, and in the end it was, but then they'd put in their two cents. In the end, my mother held my hand while it was done, and Julie and Dad couldn't nurse me enough for the next two days." Silence for fifteen seconds, I didn't know just how far I could take the subject. Finally, "Are you sorry?" ". . . Yes . . . No . . . He'd be fifteen now, I'm convinced it would have been a boy, and I wonder what he'd be like. Of course, my life would have been so much different, and I'm happy with the way the rest has turned out. I don't know." Her eyes misted up, I put my arm around her back, she leaned into me. Soon Josh rode past, yelled, "Watch, Aunt Audrey," and she smiled at her nephew. The vulnerability was suddenly over, her smile was back. Dinner was around the dining room table, cut crystal - perhaps antique - and good silverware. I was alerted to the fact that it was used every month, a tradition. Afterwards, Bill took me out back where he smoked a cigar, and he probed me about my politics, relieved when he found out I was leaning towards liberalism, but not a fanatic about it. I got out my camera, took some candid shots of the family, then at Audrey and Jane's request, got Bill and Martha in their living room, took a couple of more formal shots. Towards dusk, Ed and Julie packed up the kids for the drive over to the Peninsula, and Audrey and I took our leave as well. The forty minute drive was quiet, soft jazz on the radio, Audrey's hand in mine. On the sidewalk outside our apartments, I asked if I could come up, Audrey told me no. "I might do something I'd regret later." Monday evening, I was driving home from work, my cell phone chirped. "Did you see that new contest?" Audrey asked. "What new contest?" "On Voyeurweb. 'Well-oiled' is the name of it. It was just announced over the weekend. I was thinking we could get in to it. There's still some sunlight tonight." "Hmmm, let me think about it. Do you have any oil?" "Plenty, that's not a problem, Perve." "Okay, I'll call you back when I get home." And when I got to my apartment, I looked on the site. There were six or seven entries at that point, each of them of a woman at a beach or a pool, all oiled up, nothing special, I knew I could do better than that. If I could get Audrey to the nude beach, or someplace out in the woods where she could expose herself, I could ace this. But that wasn't going to happen that evening, for the sun was low in the sky, and the only place in the apartment complex that was in full sunlight was a corner of the main swimming pool, and Audrey certainly couldn't pose in the nude there. Well, I thought, who said it had to be sunlight? "Hey," I said into the phone. "I need to go shopping. Want to come with me?" "What about the photo shoot?" "That's what I'm shopping for." A few minutes later, we were in my car. Neither of us had eaten, so we stopped at a burrito place, then made our way to a Jo-Ann Fabric, where for less than $15, I bought 5 yards of thick black felt, six feet wide. Then it was back to my place, where I spent half an hour arranging the cloth, hanging half of it on the wall to create a backdrop, putting half of it on the floor for Audrey to sit or lay on. Then I needed strong lighting, I already had one portable spot, and I made another out of a lamp with a 150 watt bulb and tin foil. While I was setting up, Audrey got the oil and primped, doing her hair and eyes, shaving her legs because I knew that in bright lights we'd be using any stray hairs would stand out. The Tease Michelle and Brian had been dating a few months and we really enjoying each other. This particular night, they went out for a good dinner and then caught a movie. The movie was a typical chick flick and Michelle had promised she'd make it up to Brian. Throughout the movie, Michelle caressed his leg, causing him to have a semi hard cock by the time they left the theatre. They drove to her place and made their way in, kissing, laughing and groping. Once inside, Michelle pushed Brian away from her for a short time. "I want to make love to you." "I want you too Chelle." "No, not like that. I want to make love to you without you doing anything." "You want to tie me up or something?" "No, I just want you to let me love you, all of you, all over. I want you to let me do that until you absolutely can't stand it anymore." "Okay, I think I can handle that." "I did promise I'd make it up to you for putting up with my girly movie." "That you did." "Then shut up and enjoy." With that, Michelle started running her hands on his torso, kissing him lightly every so often. She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, making sure to touch every area of his torso. As she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, she went behind him to pull it off. Then, she caressed his back, planting kisses on his shoulders. She reached around and caressed his torso again. She reached up and teased his nipples, causing him to moan. She took her time, caressing his back, his front, his arms and kissing him lightly everywhere. Finally, she tugged at his belt. He went to help her and she slapped his hand away. "No, no. I get the privilege to do it my way and my speed. Now unless you're already at the point where you can't stand it anymore, let me keep going. I promise it'll be worth it." Brian just groaned and let her continue. Slowly, she finished undoing his belt and undoing his jeans. She still took the time to caress his firm ass through the fabric first. By the time she had his jeans, socks and underwear off, Brian was sporting a major hard-on. She avoided the obvious and caressed his now bare legs and ass. Of course, with the caressing came kisses, everywhere but where he wanted them most. "You're driving me insane, Chelle." "Surely, you have a bit more endurance than that!" "Okay!" Michelle gently guided him to the bed and pushed him onto it. She continued to caress him and kiss random parts, loving every part of his body. She used her long hair to tease goosebumps out of his skin, tickling him here and there with it. Finally, she touched his painfully erect cock. It immediately twitched in response to her light touch. Brian groaned. "Please Chelle, touch it, touch me. " "You can't seriously have reached the point where you can't take it anymore!" "God Chelle, you're driving me nuts here!" Michelle smiled and continued touching all around his cock, caressing his inner legs, his groin, yet avoiding what he most wanted her to touch. Then, she disappointed him by moving up on the bed, away from his cock. She slowly undressed and when he tried to reach for her, she stopped him. "Oh no! You're only allowed the visual!" "I like the visual." Michelle smiled "Good!" She stripped for him, taking her time. Then, she bent over him, allowing her dangling breasts to rub against his torso and teasing him. She rubbed them all over and then went lower and rubbed them on his legs and finally, on his cock. By this time, his cock had started leaking precum. After teasing it with her breasts, she finally reached for it with her hand, rubbing it along the length. Instantly, Brian lifted his hips off the bed. "No, sweetie, you don't get to create friction for yourself, you have to let me do that, when I'm good and ready." She wrapped her hand around his cock and gently caressed him up and down, spreading the precum on his length. She kissed his inner thigh, and then finally, she kissed his balls, causing him to let out a loud groan and again, lift off the bed. She continued her teasing, touching him here and there, kissing him everywhere, focusing on his cock for short periods of time and then going to his arms, to his nipples, to his legs, to his hands and fingers and then back. His breathing was shallow. She could tell that her teasing was torture, but sweet torture. However, she realized that there was just so long he could take this and she planned on pushing it as far as she could. When she took his rock hard cock into her mouth, he let out a loud sigh that sounded like relief. Michelle smiled, knowing he was figuring on her giving his release with her mouth but that wasn't her plan. She didn't keep him in her mouth for very long, switching back to caressing him with her breasts and then using her hands to pull his cock between her breasts and wrapping the breasts around his cock, providing some friction, yet not enough to give him the release he was no longer wanting but starting to need. "Chelle, I don't think I can hold on much longer. I need to be inside you, baby. I really need it bad." "Hang on a little longer, I\m not done demonstrating to your body just how much I love it and how much it turns me on." Michelle continued caressing him, kissing him, licking him. But at this time, she also snuck a hand down to her core and started rubbing herself. Brian noticed. "Hey, you're cheating!" "No I'm not. I'm getting myself ready for when you can't stand it anymore." "I already can't Chelle. I need you. I need to be inside you." "Not yet. Just hang on a bit more." Michelle resumed her sweet torture on his body. Kissing, licking and generally teasing him mercilessly. Every time she felt him tense up, she'd stop whatever she was doing and move to something or somewhere else. "Chelle, seriously, I'm dangerously close to losing it here." "Mmmmm, music to my ears." Yet, she still didn't give him the release he so craved and continued with her teasing. After a few more minutes, he finally reached his breaking point. "That's it you little tease, I can't wait anymore and you are going to allow me to come!" By the time he was done saying his sentence, he had flipped her over on the bed and was pushing into her. She was wet. In fact, she was positively molten, on fire for him. She'd been waiting for him to reach that point. As he pushed all the way in, she wrapped her legs around him and did the same with her arms, pulling him close. He plunged in and out of here fast and furious, pushing both of them over the delicious edge they'd been riding for the last half hour. As they both slowed and caught their breaths, Michelle smiled. "It was about time you fucked me!" "What do you mean? You told me to allow you to do what you wanted until I couldn't stand it anymore!" "Exactly." "You mean the whole plan was for me to take over?| "Yup!" "You know I'll get revenge on you one day, don't you?" "Looking forward to it. Now tell me something, was it worth the wait?" "Oh yeah." The Tease She had been flirting all night. He had been watching her. She wore a demure little black dress, cut-away at the shoulders, exposing her perfectly toned arms and just skimming her knees. Her dark hair was shoulder length, framing her pretty face. Regular work-outs kept her small arse taught and toned and she had surprisingly large tits for her small frame. Her slender legs were complimented by sheer hold ups and finished off with a pair of black, stilettos. She was more attractive to men than she realised, unaware that her sexually charged personality left them all desperate for her attention. He had a slim, powerful, athletic, build - 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and narrow hips he had strong, powerful legs and an impressive dick. "I've been watching you all night you dirty little prick teaser. Now you're going to pay. "Lift your dress Fenella, I want to see your knickers." Doing as she was told, Fenella lifted her skirt. Her black, neatly, trimmed bush was visible under her lace thong. "Take the dress off." She undid the zip and let the dress drop to the floor. She stood before him wearing only her black lacy underwear and high heels. She watched him as he slowly looked her up and down, his gaze taking in her half-cup bra and tiny lace thong, his stare lingering over the lace tops of her hold ups and then down to her sexy stilettos. "Turn around, lean over the sofa and pull your knickers down." She did as she was bid. "Now spread your legs, and open your pussy lips, I want to see you." Fenella felt a delicious wave of pleasure sweep over her as she obeyed unconditionally. The inside of her thighs was already slicked with her own juices - she was feeling as horny as hell. Her clit was engorged, pulsating in anticipation of what was to come. She knew only Lewis's humiliating commands would satisfy the immense carnal ache in her cunt. The thought of Lewis feasting his eyes on her gaping, wet, pussy only intensified her pleasure. She could hear Lewis undoing his belt, and trouser zip, heard the sound as his pants dropped to the floor. She knew how turned on he would be and could visualise his long, thick, dick, with its heavy, bulbous, head. But only visualise it, she knew she was not allowed to turn around until, or unless she was instructed to do so. Fenella knew her place very well, she was delighted to serve Lewis as his sex slave. "Right you horny, little, bitch, this is what you get for your prick teasing." Fenella moaned involuntarily as she felt his large dick plunge deep inside her eager, twitching cunt. Lewis slipped his hands expertly inside her bra, hoisting her tits out, resting them on top of the lace fabric so that her nipples jutted out in front, hard and horny. She felt his fingers tease and twist her nipples, pulling them, then letting them go. She could feel the effect of this erotic pleasure making her fanny twitch deep inside. Thrusting herself back against him, as he rammed his cock into her, that exquisite pleasure began to build, bringing her close, so close, to orgasm. Her breathing was deep and she was just starting to cry out when he withdrew from her. "Oh no you don't lady, not until I say you can. Turn around, and on your knees, you've got some cock sucking to do first." Whimpering with the tantalising frustration of what she had been denied, Fenella was still very happy to comply with her master's demands. She turned to face his enormous, pulsating dick glistening with her own juices. A trickle of spunk seeped from the tip. Taking it in her perfectly manicured hand Fenella bent forward and wiped the head slowly over her hard nipples, all the time staring directly up into Lewis's eyes. She could feel the wetness of his spunk on her tits and smell the maleness of him. Still holding the base in her right hand, she slicked her tongue over the tip before gently nibbling and licking the shaft. Then she began fucking him with her mouth: plunging her head down, taking his full length in then simultaneously, sucking and working her tongue as she moved her head rhythmically up and down. "God you're good," he murmured. She could feel his body stiffening, hear his breathing, his short, frantic, breaths. Fenella loved to suck dick, but she was desperate for her own satisfaction too. She could feel her clit positively throbbing with desire. She really hoped that Lewis wouldn't come first and leave her to wank herself off. He could be oh so cruel this master of hers. He must have read her mind and taken pity on her. Just as she thought he was going to spunk into her mouth, he withdrew his dick from her. It took him a moment to catch his breath, she could see by his eyes that he had been incredibly close to shooting his load. "I want you to lie back over the sofa arm. Let's get your pussy nice and high, so I can see what I'm doing. I know what you want." Fenella couldn't help the broad smile spreading across her lips, she was completely blissed out at the thought of her impending pleasure - her master knew how to please her. Spreading her legs wide, Fenella sank back onto the soft sofa. Her pelvis was tilted high, exposing her already prominent mound. That gorgeous feeling of his tongue slipping expertly over her clit made Fenella moan out loud. He worked his tongue quickly, alternately sucking and circling her clit. Fenella's breath was coming in short sharp pants when she felt him begin to lap her clit with a wide, flat tongue. Without moving his lips from her pussy he spoke, "What do you want Fenella?" "I want you to finger fuck me". "Well ask nicely then." "Please Master, will you fuck me with your fingers and lick me 'til I come?" Fenella felt first one, then two digits slip inside her hot, wet, eager pussy. Lewis finger-fucked her hard and lapped away at her clit like a little puppy dog. Fenella could feel the orgasm start to build, her whole body arching, ready to accept the delicious waves of pleasure as they burst over her again and again. She opened her eyes to see him standing over her with that enormous, pulsating, delicious, dick. His eyes were roaming over her near naked body, taking in every exposed intimate sight. She knew how he loved to see her tits pushed up over the top of her bra, forcing them out and up. His eyes lingered over the sight of her spread legs, still clothed in the lace tops - her open cunt twitching from her orgasm. He leant forward and took her hands in his. Pulling her to her feet he led her over to the deep rug in front of the fireplace. Lewis lay down, settling himself comfortably on the rug. "Right Lady, you've had your fun now you're going to give me what I want." "What would you like Master?" "You're going to fuck me Fenella." Moving into position, she straddled him, her feet flat on the floor, either side, she lowered herself onto his waiting cock. They both moaned out loud with the feeling of that glorious penetration. Lewis's eyes were wide open as he took in the divinely erotic sight before him. Fenella knew that from his position he could see his cock, sinking deep inside her hairy quim, see her pert tits bouncing in front of him. This position allowed him complete, deep access to her cunt. She tightened those cunt muscles around his dick as she fucked him hard. She loved to watch his face as they fucked, see the expression in his eyes as his orgasm grew ever closer. She started to tease her own nipples, knowing that the sight of her long, red painted, nails brushing over them only intensified his pleasure. He hauled himself forward to take one hard nipple in his mouth, - the pleasure of that was amazing. Oh how she loved to be simultaneously sucked and fucked! Lewis fell back to the floor as Fenella felt her second orgasm begin, she threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy as she felt him spurt his come deep inside her. She fell forward onto his broad, chest, feeling her tits press against him, his big dick still stretching her fanny wide. Fenella hoped Lewis would always want her as his sex slave. The Tease The final store they went into was a boudoir store, where she tried on provocative clothes for him. She teased him while trying on the clothes. They were driving back home, finishing a trip into the city. They had a good time, but they were both horny. They did not have time to play in the city, but they did get to see many things that made them hornier.. The sales staff knew they were in the change room together, and that was fine by them. Cause he was tall enough that they could see him. She was trying on outfits for him, she was to timid to walk out wearing. She would grab his cock and tease him when she was wearing the different outfits. She picked two that they both enjoyed her being in. She was about to really tease him, when the sales lady asked how things were fitting. She had undone his zipper, and was pulling out his cock. She quickly tucked him back in. They bought the outfits for her, quickly went on their way home. As she drove, he started to think of ways to pay her back for what she did in the store. As he was thinking, his hand started wandering. His hand was moving up and down her thigh, lightly massaging her legs. He moved his hand to her crotch. He took his hand putting it into her crotch as she drove. She started to moan, grinding her crotch onto his hand. Putting the car on cruise was a challenge for her. As she drove, he played with her. She was so horny that she took off her pants, so he could have better access to her pussy. He was fingering her, licking her, doing what ever he could to drive her nuts. She had to find a place to pull off. She was loosing her ability to concentrate on the road. He kept playing with her pussy, fingering it as she drove. A wet spot was forming under her. Her ass cheeks were starting to get damp. That is when she saw a turn off into a sheltered area. She turned off, finding an area she could park the car and seek some revenge for the past half hour. Half hour she realized, she was going to make him pay. She climbed on top of him almost ripping off his shirt and pants. Oh how she was going to make him pay for teasing her. She stuck his cock in her pussy, she was so wet that his cock kept slipping out. She ended up holding his cock, as she rode him. Every time she came down on him, she shook from the violent orgasm that was ripping through her body. Her thighs quickly turned to jello, she collapsed, waves of ecstasy road through her body. She did not have the strength to ride him anymore, but she figured she wasn't even close to getting even. So some how she arranged her body on the floorboards in front of him in the car. She started to suck on his cock. Opening her mouth her long tongue came out, wrapping it around his cock. Her hand attempted to wrap around his cock, oh how she loved having a big cock. She sucked him like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, but she new she would have to be on the top of her game to drive him over the edge. She loved how long he could last, we are talking 5-10 times longer than the average guy she knew. As she continued feeding him in and out of her hungry mouth, she went to try something different. She knew the ecstasy she felt when he fucks her ass, she wanted to find out what it did to him when she stuck a finger in his ass. She lubed up her finger with her pussy juice, when it was nice and wet, she gently eased her finger into his ass. She thought the nerve endings in his ass would have the same effect on him as it did on her. As her finger went into the second knuckle, she had read that you crock you finger with a come her motion. She was not prepared for the result. As she continued to bob her head up and down, moving her finger, he started to cum. We are not talking about a small amount either, she had swallowed his load before, that was easy, cause most of it went down her throat without her even having to swallow. This time when he came, it went down her throat, backing up to fill her mouth. She was in disbelief that she was going to gag. Her mouth was full, when he finished his one big shot. It felt like a fire hose going off in her mouth. The corners of her mouth had a little white showing as she pulled her head off his cock. She 't believe it with her finger still in his ass, he was harder than before when she was riding him. Her legs felt re-energized. She opened the door and pushed him out of the car. She had him pick her up, and stuff her with that monster he possessed. O God, she thought, what have I done? She had created a monster. He had lifted her up, placed her on his rod. She was held on disbelief at his aim, no hands were used to aim, and impale her pussy. He continued to hold her up and fuck her till he was to weak in the knees. Setting her down, she went down to her knees in front of him. All he could do was lean back against the car, barely able to hold himself up. She saw her chance,and she took it. Going to her knees she was at the right height to attempt swallowing him whole. It took a few tries, but she was determined to get him in. She knew he was big, her hands could barely wrap half way around. Her tongue lubed him up as he went in. She wanted to finish him off, get him back the best way she knew how. Make him beg for her to stop. She gobbled him done one last time, all lubed up, he went down in one slow easy stroke. As he was going down, she stuck her finger back up his ass. His cheeks clenched up tight. He flinches backward, going up on his toes. He spews forth one last time, he is almost out of her mouth. Grabbing the back of her head and hair, he pulls her off his cock. As the cock is leaving her mouth, she crooks her finger. As his cock is exiting her mouth, he blows on last time. He comes with all the strength he has left, partially filling her mouth, as his cock pulls out of her mouth. The cum flows out from her mouth, onto her gargantuane globes. She looks up at him with cum dripping down her face, and smiles at him. A shit eating grin. The Tease Finally, I have another story for you. It's taken awhile to find the time to finish this one, but I suppose that's just the way it is right now. My career is going gangbusters and lately, there just isn't too much time for anything else it seems. So this story takes place near the end of my undergrad days in college. I was probably around 20 or at the time. My college boyfriend Bobby and I had a kind of fractious relationship and it got worse as it neared the end of school. We both had different plans for what we wanted to do after college and it was putting a lot of stress on our romance. We were in this pattern of breaking up and then getting back together again after a few weeks. Bobby and I were going through one of those breakup times a few weeks before we were supposed to graduate from art school. We had broken up... again, about a month before. I had been away for the weekend, but had come home early. Evidently, Bobby had had a party the night before. I found nude pictures of myself and empty beer cans all over the living room. Worse, there was a video in VCR. If it had just been the pictures, I might not have gotten so pissed, but the video was bad. It was Bob and I having some pretty crazy sex and I was particularly wanton that night talking about various naughty fantasies as we made love. That's the video that he had shown his buddies. I thought it had been erased, that's what Bobby told me anyway. I was livid and went into the bedroom and started throwing stuff at him. He was still drunk and came out of bed like a banshee. But when he realized it was me, I could see that he was using every bit of willpower he had not to hit me, but he was pissed at how I woke him. I didn't care, I immediately laid into him about the video and pictures and he said that he hadn't shown the video to his buddies, only the pictures. I didn't believe him and was still pissed about the pictures. I packed my stuff and stormed out of the apartment. After a couple of weeks, Bobby was starting to call again. He was being all sweet and apologizing, but I wasn't ready to forgive him... not yet anyway. I felt pretty betrayed that time. But I guess in the back of my mind I kind of knew it was going to be only a matter of time before I would forgive him and we got back together. Somehow, I just didn't feel like we hadn't run our course yet. He still excited me like no other man I'd ever met. There was just a crazy intense chemistry there. He was a bad boy and I guess I just needed that then. Now, since Bobby and I were broken up and hadn't really made up yet, I had another problem. You see... I was getting really... ummmm, let's call it rambunctious. It had been over a month since I had any sex at all and I was used to getting at least a little something almost every day. I really felt like I needed some sort of adventure... something to just spice life up a little bit. I was thinking of maybe just showing off a little bit or something. I guess about anything would've been ok with me at that point. I was just so full of sexual energy. Now... that all said... I have to be clear, I wasn't thinking about picking someone up for a quick turn in the hay, that's never really been my style... I need more adventure than that offers. For me, showing off can be more exciting sometimes than just about anything else. I know that probably sounds crazy to you guys, but that's just the way I'm wired. So it was Friday night and there was going to be a big party that night at the house of one of my classmates. I figured I'd go and see what happened if anything. I generally am very careful around people I know. I don't mind being regarded as sexy, but I find for the most part people like to talk too much and that sort of talk is never good for a girl. But for this night, I don't know... It was the end of school, I wouldn't see most of these people again and I decided to cut loose a little bit and figured that maybe a little hit of mescaline would be a fun way to do that. One hit really isn't that bad. For me, it just seems to make things more intense with maybe some flashing colors thrown in for good effect. I loved how I felt when I took mescaline. So I took my little purple tablet and headed out for the night. It usually takes an hour or so to start to feel the effects of the drug so I stopped in and had a couple of drinks at a local pub. When I finally did get the party, it was going full steam ahead, loud music, rowdy guys and lots of alcohol flowing and... and I was good and high and ready to party. I don't think most people wouldn't have known that I was high at all. I tend to be fairly hyper, but don't go around acting like an idiot when I'm toasted. I really like to watch people and enjoy all the action. After spending an hour or so talking to people, I felt like it was time to step it up a bit. By this point, I had a sweet little buzz going, guys were flirting and I just felt pretty damn hot. I loved how mescaline made me feel. I also think that it emboldened me a bit. I wanted to feel a little sexier than I did, so I found a bathroom and took off my bra and thong. I was just wearing a simple white sundress; it was loose and flowed nicely on my body. It wasn't overly sexy or anything, but the simple design softly accented my figure perfectly. Without my panties and bra, I felt transformed and really, really sexy... and I hadn't even left the bathroom yet. My nipples were twisted up tight and at the right angle with the light behind me... every detail of my body could be seen as the cloth became translucent. I found it to be sexy as hell to be totally naked under such a thin piece of material. I could feel the soft material rubbing against my nipples and it felt heavenly almost like soft caresses. It was just the feeling I was looking for. I kind of felt like a leopard on the hunt, I didn't know exactly what I was doing or why. I was just going with my instincts. I had this sort of sense that something was going to happen. I didn't know what, how or why... but something was brewing. Now, I kind of know that's all me, but back then, I still thought there were outside influences and I was just getting caught up in those things. It kind of gave me this great buzz deep in my belly. I don't know how to really describe it better. Of course the mescaline only added to that feeling. It was a really good party and I was having a great time jazzing it up with everyone. In my mind, I was kind of treating it as one of my first events out as a single girl and found myself sucking up all the attention; somehow it seemed that the guys sensed that I was in a different, maybe crazy mood that night. I think they sensed that I was high and crazy. My friend Rachel says that I exude this sort of aura when in one of my "moods". Guys can't help but react to me. Most of the time, I think that's just a bunch of bullshit. However, I have noticed that sometimes when I'm in one of my moods, I'll be slow dancing with a guy and feel his hard on pressed against my belly. It's crazy to think he got it just from dancing with me. That's happened with older guys as well as guys my own age. So, I was flirting like crazy, but with no serious intentions, just playing. I just felt so goddamn good. I knew that I was giving some guys a rather exciting view when I stood in front of this lamp or that one. I was being discreet, but totally enjoying it when they looked. I was drinking up the attention. I could see the look in their eyes when they realized that I wasn't wearing anything under my dress and that they could see the some of the rather intimate details of my body. Well... having been a cheerleader in a past life, I understood the fine art of flirting. I knew exactly how to pay attention to one guy just long enough to tease him a little, then flit off to another to flirt some more. It just sort of builds this sexual tension that you can almost cut with a knife. I was really having fun for the first time in a long while. I don't know whether it was the mescaline or just my own lack of sex in a while, but I was so wet and ready. The thin dress, the drugs, the alcohol, the situation... it was all playing together that night. My belly had that familiar feeling of butterflies that I get when I'm lusting. I could feel the blood rushing through my body. My breasts and pussy were swollen in anticipation. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I felt in my bones that things could get crazy for me if I wasn't careful. I was making my way through the crowd to the back patio when I noticed this guy named Stephan sitting in the backyard talking with a bunch of other photography majors. Bob hated him, I think because he was a really good photographer, but probably more because he used to flirt with me mercilessly. Regardless of what Bob thought, I really liked him, He was smart and he was a talent. I always find that sexy and attractive. I also really liked his photography; it was well composed black and white stuff and very erotic. I thought he made women look very, very sexy without appearing sleazy... and in my opinion, that's a pretty good trick to pull off. Almost every time I saw Stephan, he'd tease about how he'd love to photograph me sometime. Of course I always teased right back too, telling that I knew exactly what kind of perverted pictures he'd want to take. He'd ask me what kind of pictures were those and I'd smile and lean into him and whisper in his ear that he wanted to take pictures of my pussy and that I was not going to let him do that. He'd laugh with delight and I'd just smile at him, we had never taken it any further than that. Bob absolutely hated him for the teasing and got pissed at me whenever I would go along with it. But I loved the look on Stephen's face every time we had that exchange. I could tell that he was imagining what I might look like and that never failed to give me a delightful little tingle deep in my belly. Stephan was probably the antithesis of Bobby in that he was pretty clean cut, apparently had some money and probably had been a jock in a past life. He was a big guy who looked like he could hold his own in a fight. He had that same confidence about him that Bobby had. As a result, Bob didn't intimidate him like he did most other guys. I found that interesting... and intriguing. I got a fresh drink and went out to flirt with Stephan for awhile. As soon as he saw me, he got up and gave me a big hug and invited me to join them. They were a fun group and I guess pretty typical of a bunch of artists hanging out. Eventually as the evening progressed and people came and went, but finally Stephan, this guy named Jim and I were the only ones sitting in the garden listening to the music and sharing a joint. Jim and Stephan were best friends and roommates, Jim was also a classmate of mine, meaning he was a Fine Arts major like me. When we finished the joint I sat back and looked at Stephan for a moment. He noticed my appraisal and asked what was up. I just continued to smile at him; I was still so high on the mescaline. I could just feel it flowing through my brain and it lit up the world in these otherworldly colors. I told him that I was a little disappointed in him. He looked at me with a bit of a confused expression. I laughed and teased him saying that I must've lost some of my allure, he hadn't once asked me to pose. "I guess I've just been replaced by prettier girls with better figures who are willing to pose for your dirty old pictures..." I said with a mock look of disappointment on my face. "Oh nononononono Jenn, You're not putting that on me!" He laughed... "oh no... you're not doing that, you've rejected me so many times in the past that I just couldn't face another rejection from my favorite muse." Jim laughed. I looked over at him, then jabbed him in the ribs... "What? You think I'm not a muse?" I joked. I looked back at Stephan and sweetly called him a spineless jellyfish for his lack of conviction. Teasing these guys was great fun. "Of course, you're probably right though, I mean I know what a dirty, naughty man you are. I've heard all about the kinds of pictures you take of the girls and of course, I'm much too sweet and innocent to be allowing you such liberties with my person. I mean what would the football team back home think if their favorite cheerleader let some art school wacko take provocative pictures of her?" I smiled. He just laughed, but finally held up his hands to stop my attack..."Ok, ok, ok... Jenn I give up, you're right and like usual with you, I'm wrong... so let me ask... would you pose for me, I really do think you'd be a fantastic model and I'd love to debase you with my filthy photography." "Well," I smiled, and I leaned into him and whispered... "I still think you just want to take pictures of my pussy" then leaned back so Jim could hear to, "but since you put it like that, how could a girl possibly refuse?" "Really," he laughed, I'm sure thinking I was putting him on... "Then how about tomorrow night?" "Well, what's wrong with tonight?" I countered sweetly. "I might not be in the mood tomorrow night, but I am now and you know what they say about irons and striking when they're hot and well... you know... all that stuff." "I mean if you want to of course!" I continued... "I understand if you might not want leave a party like this just to waste film on a scrawny, little thing like me." I teased. He just looked at me and laughed "Jenn, I've been trying to get you in front of my camera for the last year and half and you haven't given me the time of day. If you think for a second that I'm not going to strike that hot little iron of yours, then you're even crazier than I gave you credit for." "Well ok, but remember I'm a little shy though especially in the beginning," I smiled as I stood up... "so be gentle with me!" "Oh and two conditions Stephan", I continued, "I want prints of all the shots we take and while I'd prefer you not show anything in class, if you do, don't use my face." He stood up and smiled back at me, "No problem, I'll make up a set of 8x10's just for you and don't worry Jenn, you're going to be fine. I've seen some of Bob's shots, and while he didn't show your face either, I just knew it was you. I've been dreaming of how I could work with you. You are succulent little thing." He leaned over and whispered in my ear... "I've been watching you in that dress all night long wishing I had brought my camera. You know of course that you have the most incredible nipples in the world and... oh, one last thing... I am going to take pictures of that pretty little pussy tonight to!" I slapped him on the shoulder laughing sweetly, "Stephan, you are a naughty, naughty man". He laughed and agreed that indeed he was. He asked for 15 minutes before I went to his place so that he could get things in order. Meanwhile, Jim was just sitting there watching the whole exchange without a word. Stephan left and I looked down at Jim and on the spur of the moment asked, "So... you want to join us Jim?" Jim was an Illustration major who I had known since I started school. He was nice, but always seemed a little tongue tied whenever I was around. One of my girlfriends told me that he confessed to her that he had a wicked crush on me, but with me dating Bob, it was useless. She said he was a wicked funny guy who could get a little crazy when he got drunk. Jim just sat there looking at me, I think stunned by the invitation. I could see him trying to process it. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. Come on, let's get something to drink before we get out of here. I need someone there to keep Stephan honest. I think I'll probably need all the help I can get. He really is a naughty man... but I expect you know that already being one of his best friends and all. I noticed that his hand was just a little bit sweaty. I knew that I was being bold by asking Stephan to photograph me, but it felt exciting to be in control. I also knew what kind of photographs he would want to take and I felt a delicious tingle at the thought of maybe being naked in front of him... and now thanks to my buzz and my impetuous nature... in front of Jim as well. What had I been thinking, I always seem to take things a step too far? My heart was already racing and I hadn't even done anything yet. We made our way through the party saying good night to everyone. I got another drink and my coat and we headed out. Stephan's place was just around the block and so I just left my jeep where it was. This was going to be interesting. I wondered what Bob was going to say when he saw the pictures. He was going to see them because I was going to show them to him. I could be so wicked at times. I felt that delicious little tingle again. God, did I love mescaline. Bob had started me down this path and so now couldn't blame anyone other than himself when I did something crazy. When Jim and I got to their apartment, Stephen had the place all ready and a bottle of tequila with a couple shot glasses were on a table. He had one of those big old apartments in an old Victorian. The living room/dining room area was just a big studio. He had all his lights and an old white iron bed in the middle of the room. "Almost looks like you were expecting me" I laughed when I saw how it was set up. I was also impressed with how orderly everything was. Bob was a slob and I was always picking up after him. Stephan looked a little surprised to see Jim with me. "I invited him!" I blurted out... to keep you honest you rascal. Otherwise, you'll be trying to get me to take off my clothes and with me being as high as I am, I'd probably do it to. He just smiled at me and got another glass and poured tequila shots all around. "To a great shoot..." he toasted and we drank up. He immediately refilled the glasses and we drank those as well. He filled the glasses again and I told him that I'd be sipping this one. I didn't want to pass out or anything. I didn't feel tired just now, but really antsy I guess. I was still seeing the mescaline colors and everything seemed to be in extra sharp detail. I had a nervous feeling in my belly. Again, I questioned my decision to include Jim. I said it on the whim but now faced with it, wondered if it would work at all. He hadn't said a word since I invited him, but slammed down another shot and had refilled his shot glass again. Stephan asked if I was ready to start. Nervously, I said that I was. He had some kind of cool reggae music going in the background. I moved out to the middle of the set and started to slowly dance to the music as I searched for my rhythm Stephen just started snapping pictures. He walked around me and as he snapped away, he told me to move this way and that and seemed to just be getting a feel for the way I moved. As I slowly danced, he asked me to undo a couple of buttons. I slowly started to unbutton the front of my dress and he was moving all around me, not saying a word, just clicking away. The music was mellow in the background and I was really getting into this. I always thought that posing like this was sort of like dancing with the camera, and I moved in that musical sort of way. Jim was watching, mesmerized, he refilled his tequila glass yet again and went back to sipping. He was smiling too and his eyes had taken on the glassy look of the intoxicated, but I liked the feeling of those smoky eyes on me. I had unfastened the 2 buttons Stephan had asked for and another besides. The dress was open to just below my breasts, but the material remained closed and so nothing was revealed other than the fact I wasn't wearing a bra. I have very large gumdrop size nipples that were now rolled up hard and were certainly making their presence known if not revealed. They were poking twin tents out of my dress. The Tease I also was dancing in front of the lights and I'm sure that things could be seen. Stephan came in close and shot a close up shot of my silk covered breast. It was so obvious now that I wasn't wearing a bra. My mouth was getting dry in my mounting excitement. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion for me. It was almost as if I was outside of myself watching this happen. Stephan moved a light behind me and had me posing in profile. From where Jim was sitting, I knew he could see my nude body through the now nearly transparent material. I wanted him to see me, I wanted them both to see me and I think they sensed that. I'm pretty sure that they knew how high I was and were taking advantage of the situation. I love it when guys take advantage sometimes. This was crazy, crazy, crazy... and I knew it. I knew it and I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to stop myself, I wanted to do this. I loved doing this. It was so sexy letting these guys see me this way. For the past 3 years, it'd always been Bob's idea to do things and I more or less just went along. This time I had set this into motion and I liked it. I knew that I was going to relinquish control soon enough and that excited me even more. I knew that they would probably make me do things or at least I was pretty sure that they would. My pussy was swollen, throbbing and so wet. My breathing was faster and my heart was beating a million miles a second. I could feel it in my throat. I felt so high. I felt so alive. As I stood there in that revealing moment and thinking about what I was doing, I realized that my rising excitement was due to Jim being here. To have this guy who had been crushing on me for so long witnessing this was just too wild for words. I wondered if it was as exciting for him. I realized that it was probably even more so and probably explained why he had been hitting the tequila so hard. How often had he thought of maybe just seeing some small secret part of me revealed? If it had only been Stephan, I don't know that it would've been nearly so exciting. Jim added the hot element for me and I realized that I was playing to him even if he was unaware of it. I guess I just found it really hot about posing in front of a guy who'd been hot for me for so long. I had subtly teased him a bit after I found out he had a crush, not in a mean sort of way and sometimes, not even really on a totally conscience level. I would just give him an extra smile sometimes or maybe sit down and have lunch with him if I saw him sitting alone. I loved the feeling of his eyes sneaking peeks at my breasts. I guess subconsciously, I was keeping that fire stoked. Now as he was watching me, I knew he was seeing me differently than he ever had before... I wondered if he had ever fantasized or touched himself while thinking about me. I think it's so incredibly hot to imagine that a guy might actually masturbate thinking about me, maybe thinking about doing naughty things to me or making me do naughty things to them. Thinking about Jim maybe doing some of that stuff ramped my excitement up another notch. I think someday, if I can ever get the nerve, I'd like to have a complete stranger masturbate for me. If he did, then I think I might be his plaything for the day... maybe longer who knows. I just love the idea of watching a man jerk off. Bobby used to jerk off all the time and I loved to watch him doing it. Sometimes, in the morning, I'd wake up and he'd be doing it. Occasionally, I would help, nothing else, just slowly jerk him off until he came. I loved the look of my hand wrapped around his hard dick and watching the look on his face as I slowly coaxed his orgasm from him. He said he loved that because there was no pressure to perform; it was just a selfish act of gratification. I loved watching his dick finally just explode and shoot his hot come into the air. I just love that sort of thing. I guess I just love men and all their dirty ways. So all those thoughts were running through my mind and just fueling the fire I felt building as I posed for Stephen. I didn't want them to know how aroused I was, but really didn't know how to prevent it from showing either. Eventually, one way or another, they were going to figure it out. I'm pretty sure that Jim had never seen any of the photographs Bob showed in class. The illustrators and photographers were in different parts of the school the paths didn't cross often. Not like the fine artists and illustrators, we took some classes together and our studios were all in the same area. I turned to Jim and asked if he could get me some ice water or something to drink. He jumped up and left to find me something to drink. Stephan asked if I was ok. I smiled and nodded. "My mouth is just a little dry is all, this is kind of a rush... spur of the moment and all. I really didn't expect to be doing this tonight." "Me either", he said, "My lucky night too I guess..." Then he whispered... "Jim's too, did you know he's been lusting after you for since you started school here? This has to be driving him nuts. I was kind of surprised that you invited him. I mean I'm sure you know what I want to do... how I want to shoot you?" "Yeah, I know... I smiled, "you want to take pictures of my pussy". "I don't know what I was thinking," I continued "but I can't send him away now, he's so sweet and it would be mean to do that. As long as he doesn't tell anybody then I think we should just go for it. " "I don't think he'll tell anyone", Stephen said after a moment, "but I'll make sure that he knows the deal to stay. I just hope he can handle it... because my girl, I do plan to take a lot of pictures of that elusive pussy of yours tonight!" I nodded my head quietly. "Good, so if you're ok with all that, maybe I can even get you two to pose together?" "I don't know... maybe, do you really think he'll want to?" I smiled. "Oh yeah... oh yeah, he'll want to even if it means being in front of the camera, he'll do anything to be near you, especially in this situation." Stephan whispered confidently. I looked at him considering... "We'll have to see how it goes, but just to make it clear; this is all just between the 3 of us. I don't know what's going to happen here tonight, but you can take whatever shots you want and I'll do anything you want me to. My only caveat is that tonight's our secret." "Deal?" I asked. Stephan smiled... "Oh yeah... that's a deal alright... you might be sorry you said you'd do anything I want though, I'm going to test you." I smiled inwardly at the thought and felt that familiar tingle getting stronger in my belly. He asked me to undo a few more buttons as he moved the lights around again. I had just undone another button when Jim returned and handed me my glass of water. He went to sit on a stool over by Stephan. I sat on the bed and leaned back. The camera clicked away as I found different poses. Nothing really revealing yet, just stuff to get warmed up. Stephan was still just walking around grabbing shots as I moved. He asked me to stand in front of the light again. I stood right in front of it silhouetting myself as I faced the 2 guys. I put my arms up behind my head and just danced in place as I laughed, enjoying what I was doing. I moved my feet apart and I knew that with the light behind me, they could see my pussy lips in silhouette through the dress. Stephan was shooting me and just kept saying nice or hold that for a moment. He asked me to fold my arms and just stand in front of the light looking all serious. I did as he asked and he got these great shots of me like that. When I saw them later, I was stunned with just how much you could really see. It was so friggin sexy. Even just this little bit of teasing had me all worked up again, I wanted to show more. In fact I felt like I needed to show more. I wanted to see what they would do when I flashed something a little more intimate. My legs felt like rubber and my hands were shaking when I sat back on the bed. I gave them a sweet innocent smile as I pulled my legs up in front of me and rested my head on my knees. Stephan adjusted the lights and voila, I was showing these men my pussy for the first time and it drove me crazy. I knew how wet I was and I knew that they would be able to see that. My head was spinning, I feared I might actually pass out. "Perfect Jenn, perfect" Stephan cooed. "I knew what you wanted to see Stephen..." I whispered in a husky voice... "You are such a naughty, naughty boy making me show it to you!" "Oh my god", he whispered to me... "it's even more beautiful than I imagined, I love it... let me get these lights right." While he was adjusting the lights, getting them perfect, Jim was just staring my fleshy womanhood. I pretended not to notice. I can't begin to describe my level of arousal in seeing how intently he was staring at me. I could almost imagine his fingers touching me, opening me up to reveal my velvety soft opening. It didn't hurt that I could see he had a pretty serious hard-on packed in his jeans either. Stephan, I think, intuitively knew that he could do whatever he wanted to with me now. I smiled to myself as he photographed that most intimate part of me. It was wild letting these guys see my pussy like this. Stephan wasn't shy about it either. He got right down between my legs and photographed that part of me in detail. When he had gotten all the shots he wanted of me in that position, he had me lie back on the bed. He leaned over me and began to undo the remaining buttons of my dress. I bit my bottom lip and tried to keep my breathing in control, but I was so high and aroused that I just couldn't hide how turned on I was. Then he slowly peeled my dress back revealing my breasts and hugely swollen nipples. My face and chest were flushed in my excitement at letting these men finally see me naked. I moaned almost to myself as I felt their eyes caressing me. He moved my arms up over my head and positioned them exactly as he wanted them. Next he had me bend at the waist and open my legs, when I didn't get the position quite the way he wanted. He bluntly told me to open my legs, like I was about to get laid. Jim was just staring at me lying there pretty much totally nude. It was really almost too hot to have him there watching this. I also liked the way Stephan was directing me. Something gets me really aroused when a guy orders me to do what he wants. Stephan was being pretty blunt and I also found that wicked hot. "Ok, Jenn I have to make some more adjustments, I'll need to touch you in order to do that, you ok with that?" I nervously smiled and told him that Bob had photographed me a lot and I understood. He could do whatever he needed to. However, I was literally shaking as I lay under his gaze with the anticipation of this new man intimately touching my body. He gently moved my leg so that it moved my hips more to face the camera and Jim. I was totally or almost totally on display. Once Stephan got my body positioned the way he wanted it, he went back to the camera to see how I looked. My pussy was swollen and wet, but the lips hadn't really opened up yet. He came back over and spread my lips apart revealing my inner pussy. I sucked a deep breath as he opened me up. When he released the lips, they closed back up, not as much as before, but not as open as they can get. He wanted me open. He wanted to see the coral pink of my inner pussy. I knew what would do it, but before I offered to help, I let him try again. I liked feeling his hand on me... I like that Jim watched as Stephan touched me. Stephan pulled my outer lips open again and he rubbed his thumb slowly against my clit. I moaned quietly and closed my eyes for a moment to savor the feeling. This was wild stuff, letting one man play with my pussy while the other watched. When he released my lips this time, my pussy was open and hot. It had a nice pouty look that Stephan said he wanted to get on film. "Jenn, do you like to fuck?" Stephan asked me pleasantly. I just looked at him with I guess was a questioning gaze. "I probably said that wrong... It's just that you are so responsive. I would never have guessed you'd be like this. It seems that your pussy is almost begging for it. When I was touching you there, it just felt like your pussy is on fire. I've never had that feeling from any woman I've ever photographed. I love how it makes you look, it's like you're a different woman right now." I just nodded and then told him that I did like to fuck, in fact I loved it. It was one of my favorite things to do. I was so hot now that nothing mattered to me. I felt like I was peaking on the mescaline again. I'd do anything they wanted, but didn't tell them that. Stephan stood behind his camera looking at me as he made his adjustments. When he was ready, he took the shot he had set up and then stood there just looking at me..."Jenn I have to tell you, I'm really enjoying this. Your pussy is gorgeous, your body is outrageous. I knew you'd be hot, but not this hot. I think you're enjoying this as much as I am." He looked over at Jim who was drinking another shot of tequila... "What do you think Jim?" Jim just shook his head, "I'm speechless... I don't even know what to say. This is a wet dream come to life for me. I know I'm going to wake up anytime now." Jim had moved his stool closer while Stephan had been trying to adjust my pussy lips. He was close enough that he could see every little wrinkle and detail of my swollen sex. All these compliments were enough to give a girl a big head, but I also knew that was how photographers pumped up their models. It was still nice to hear though. I was an ugly duckling when younger and this was redemption. I loved being on display for these men. Bob was a distant memory for me right now. Stephan walked around me with the camera taking shots from all different angles. "Jenn show me your pussy." Stephan demanded. "Show me all your secrets..." I reached down and rubbed the lips a little bit, then with 2 fingers, I opened myself up, letting them see deep into my wet tunnel. "I want you to rub your clit" he ordered. I heard the camera clicking as I began to play with myself. I began to breath harder and moan quietly, I started to roll my hips. Stephan continued to photograph me as I slowly rubbed my pussy for them. I'd fantasized about what it might be like to be forced to masturbate in front of a group of strange men, but had never done it. Doing this now was just driving me crazy. Jim, her nipples are getting soft, give each of them a little twist. I like how big they are when they're hard. I knew Stephan was throwing Jim a bone and that was ok with me. What they didn't realize at that point was that my nipples weren't really getting soft, they were just getting a little puffy. I opened my eyes, smiled then rolled my head back when Jim pinched my tender nipples between his big fingers and thumbs. I guess I kind of expected he would cup my breast and start squeezing and playing with it, that's what I wanted, but it didn't happen. Jim pulled and twisted my nipples for a few seconds, then released them and backed away. "Oh nice Jennifer," Stephan murmured... "puffies, I don't see those very often." "So you love getting laid... do you like blowjobs too?" Stephen asked. I was still slowly rubbing my pussy for him and I nodded that I did. I breathlessly told them how much I loved sucking a dick and how I loved it when a guy would come in my mouth, I'd just swallow it and continue sucking until he was ready to fuck me. "Keep it going Jenn, this is great, these shots are gorgeous, open your legs more, I want to see that beautiful pussy wide open. Move your hands for a minute... good, good.... Perfect." "Have you ever sucked off more than one guy at a time?" He asked. I closed my eyes for a moment and nodded. "I bet that got you hot didn't it... I want you to think about doing that as you make yourself come for us. I want a shot of that beautiful pussy as you come." I was right there, right on the edge teetering. Then I went over, I came hard as they watched, but there was no real relief. I needed more than my own hand and hoped that would come before this was all done. I knew that they could see my pussy and back opening spasming open and closed as the orgasm claimed me. God how I wanted to feel a nice hard dick inside me just then Stephan continued to shoot using multiple cameras. He'd use up the film in one and just shift to another. I was trying to get my breathing back in control, but at the same time could still feel the after effects of my orgasm. My pussy was still in soft contractions and he was filming it's every nuance. When I finally recovered enough to be somewhat cognizant of my surroundings, I opened my eyes. Both guys were flushed and to my surprise. Stephan was sporting an erection as well as Jim. "Goddamn Jenn, you really know how to let go. I've never had a model willing to do that before and that's no bullshit. These are going to be incredible shots. You are just phenomenal." "Good" I smiled, "But I think I need another drink and maybe another glass of water." I sat up resting my elbows as I waited for the water, I was completely naked now. Somehow in my throes of passion I had slipped my arms out of my dress and it was lying bunched up underneath me. Stephan had me stay in that position but spread my legs a bit wider. My pussy was wide open now, hungry for more attention. Jim came back with another glass of water and another shot of tequila. I drank the shot and sipped the water. Stephan went into his darkroom to reload his cameras. Jim had another shot of tequila with me and then refilled both glasses again. I noticed his hands were shaking. There was an awkward silence for a moment as he poured the drinks. "Jenn, I don't even know what to say here. Generally, I'm not this tongue tied, but it seems around you I always am. I'm not keeping up with the evening so far." I giggled... "Me either, this is happening really fast. I never expected to be doing anything like this tonight. Do me a favor though Jim, don't say anything to anyone about this. I don't think they'd understand." Jim laughed, "I don't understand and I'm here, there's no way anyone would even believe this happened if I were to say anything, but I won't. I hope you didn't mind when I touched you there, I mean I wasn't trying to be an idiot or anything." I just smiled at him... "Oh don't worry about it. You have gentle fingers, they felt nice." "Have you ever done anything like this before?" He asked. "No, not really, I mean I've let Bobby photograph me, but not doing... you know stuff like what I just did. I don't know what came over me. I've never done that in front of a guy never mind a guy with a camera, I hope it didn't look too dirty." I whispered. "You know, it's weird," I continued, "but I feel ok about doing it. I don't know why, but somehow this all seems easier with 2 guys rather than just Stephan, I'm really glad you decided to come." "Well," he said with a smile, "I'm really glad you came too." I looked up at him and could see the laughter in his eyes. "You jerk!" I punched him playfully in the belly. It was weird and cool to be lying back like this totally naked; my legs still spread talking to this guy who's fully dressed like nothing's unusual. I looked down at my pussy and rubbed the small tuft of hair above it. "Is it kind of weird seeing me like this?" I asked him as I looked at my pussy, all swollen and flushed pink , my fleshy lips open revealing my soft wetness. He didn't say anything for a moment, I raised my eyes and he was just staring at my exposed sex, the lips open and inviting, revealing the soft wet tunnel within; my clitoris a swollen pearly sentinel guarding that special place. The Tease It excited me that he was so enraptured of my sex. "Jenn... I have to be honest; I don't think weird is really going to cover this. I never dreamed in a million years that I would be in this situation looking at you like this. This is light years beyond anything I could've imagined. Even my fantasies never went this far... If you knew what was going through my mind, you'd probably throw me out of here." "I'm sorry Jim..." I said sincerely... "I just never really thought about what was going to happen tonight and it's probably not fair for you." "Oh my god Jenn..." he laughed, "Don't be sorry for me! There's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be right now." Stephan came back in just then with his cameras loaded and ready. "Ok Jenn, ready to get back to work now." He had me pose just leaning up against the wall again, one foot up on the wall behind me, then had me put my dress back on and strike the same pose. He had me do that for a series of different poses, first with my dress on, then with it off. He wanted to see the comparison. The final shot in the series was one of me leaning against the wall with my arms under my breasts like you might do if you just having conversation. With dress on, it wasn't that provocative, but nude with my small breasts and large nipples, it was very provocative. Once he had shot his fill of that series, he had me lie back down on the bed with my dress still on, but on my belly this time. He wanted me to pretend to be sleeping all curled up as he set up some dramatic, very moody lighting. I could hear the camera clicking away as he moved around me. He would reposition a leg or an arm to better compose the shot as I lay passively on the bed. "Ok I want you to lay your head on your arms and get up on your knees now Jenn. It's time to get some more shots of that pretty pussy of yours." I got into the doggy style position I knew he wanted. I was still pretty excited I loved how it felt to show it to him after so long teasing about it. He moved around getting all his shots. He had me roll over and got more shots of me with my legs spread wide. He really seemed to be more interested in really capturing every detail of my body than in really creating artistic shots or so I thought at the time. Later when I saw the pictures, I was amazed at how he captured some of the scenes. Next he had me take off my dress and retook the whole series with me nude. Stephan reset the lights and then pulled an old easy chair into the pool of light he created. He had Jim sit in the chair getting him all posed the way he wanted. He never even asked if I was ready to pose with Jim, he just told me to sit in his lap. It was strange to be completely naked sitting in the lap of a fully dressed man, but really erotic. It was almost like I was his pet. As I curled into Jim's lap, I felt his erection. I was sitting right on it. Stephan arranged my position on him and then started taking more shots. He had me wrap my arms around Jim and had Jim do the same to me. At one point, I had my head against his chest and could hear feel his heart beating wildly in there. I loved that he was so excited by me. We moved into another slightly different position where we were both facing the camera now and where my pussy was a little exposed. This is looking really good Jenn... totally hot. "Jim, run your right hand up until you're just cupping her right breast. Jim seemed nervous about it, but when I didn't resist he moved his hand up and did just as Stephan asked. But he was acting nervous and posing stiffly. I took his hand and squeezed it and then began to squeeze my breast with it. I whispered that he should do whatever he what he would as if Stephan wasn't there photographing us and don't worry about offending me. I told him that I wouldn't have invited him if I didn't trust him. I knew what kind of photography Stephan did and what he would want me to do. I was ok with it. Jim just looked at me for a moment with a smile... "Are you sure? I mean I don't want to take advantage or anything." I laughed a little bit; then I leaned in and whispered in his ear... "Jim, it's ok, we can make this a great shoot, you and I, Take advantage of the situation... take advantage of me!" Jim started slowly caressing my breast now, rolling the nipple and squeezing. He was starting to loosen up. When he leaned down and took my other nipple into his mouth, I almost died. Electric shocks were traveling right to my pussy. I held his head to me and arched my back tossing my head back. "Oh god!!" I moaned, "That feels so good". I heard the camera clicking away in the background. Once Jim got the go ahead from me, it was like all his nervousness just disappeared. He was swapping back and forth between my breasts, keeping my nipples hard and erect. His hand starting to roam over my body, it felt so sexy letting him explore like that. He was moving slowly and smoothly. He's a big guy with huge, strong hands. I loved it.,, I love strong hands... still do! I was starting to breath heavily again. I was getting really excited when he started to rub his way up my thigh. I opened my legs to give him more room. In fact I lifted my outside leg up and over the arm of the chair. I had my head down just enjoying the sensations coursing through my body... when his hand found my pussy. He gently explored my tender, wet folds and I could hear his breathing was getting pretty heavy as well. I was so caught up in what was happening, I almost forgot where I was. Stephan softly called out my name and I looked up at him and moaned as Jim bit down on one of my nipples. He snapped a picture of my lust filled face, then backed up so you could see exactly what was happening. "Smile for me Jenn." I did. Jim was totally oblivious of the camera. He took a whole series of shots of just my face as all this was happening. You couldn't see anything else, but later looking at the photographs you knew that I was experiencing something sexual, it's all over my face. When Jim slid one of his fat fingers into my pussy, I moaned quietly and ran my hands through his hair. I was rotating my hips against his hand and he kept suckling my breasts. "Keep going with it Jenn, this is fantastic stuff." Stephan whispered to me. Jim released my nipple and pulled me to him and began to kiss me passionately. He was really getting worked up. "Oh Jenn, you have the best fucking tits in the world", He growled under his breath. "I knew they'd be sweet, but they're even better than I ever imagined... so soft and pretty" "But they're so small", I moaned. "No, they're perfect, just fucking perfect!" he smiled. I moaned and pulled his head forward and began to kiss him again. It was just so crazy and lusty. We kissed for a few minutes, but I kind of realized that it was time to move along. Stephan was still shooting and I didn't want this to get boring for him. I broke the kiss with Jim and slid off his lap. I pulled his shirt out of his pants and pushed it up over his head removing it, dragging my soft breasts and hard nipples against him as I slid up his body. He suckled them for a moment when I rubbed them in his face. Then I slid back down and unbuckled his pants. He was moaning now. He was wicked excited and I was too. I just love having a man respond to me like this. Stephan wasn't saying a word. He was really kind of in the background, not much more important than a chair or any other piece of furniture, except he had that camera and was shooting away. I'm sure this was going in a totally unexpected direction for him... for all of us really. Even with all that was going on, I tried to remain aware of Stephan's photographic needs too though. I was moving slowly, giving him time to get his shots. I pulled down the zipper of Jim's jeans and then pulled his pants down to his ankles. I looked up at Jim and he was looking at me with lustful eyes. I don't think he could believe what was happening. I ignored Stephan. I didn't need any direction right now. I knew what I was doing. I slowly slid back up and caught Jim's underwear and began to slowly pull them down. He lifted his butt releasing them and as I pulled. His dick was slowly revealed in all its glory. The first thing I noticed was that he was uncircumsized, I liked that. The second thing was just how big his dick was. I don't mean to say it was a monster or anything, but it was bigger than average, really fat... and throbbing hard. I'm sure that the mescaline was still making me hypersensitive and I was amazed with how his dick looked. Every detail was mesmerizing to me. The veins running along the shaft and the texture of the skin; I could almost feel in my mouth already. I pulled his underwear down to his ankles and then pulled everything off him. I smiled at Jim, but he was too excited to do anything but look down at me and moan softly. He had a great body with a lot of hair, just like a big bear. I slid back up his body until my breasts were rubbing against his erect manhood. I looked up at him as I pressed my breasts together around it and he moaned even more as the warm softness captured him. He pumped his hips sliding his big dick between my small breasts, the head popping out the top and then sliding back down into their soft warmth. He was moaning and rolling his head from side to side. I was in control here. Both guys now were under my control again. Earlier, I had felt like I was the one being controlled, while I liked that feeling, I discovered I liked this feeling too. It was powerful... incredibly powerful. I slid back down releasing his throbbing dick. It was twitching. I knelt on the floor between his legs and I wrapped both small hands around his member. I slowly began to stroke it. My face only inches away from the tip. I could see the clear precum oozing out from the slit in the head of his dick. Jim had his hands on my shoulders, not forcing me, but signaling how much he wanted this to happen. I bent down and with the tip of my tongue licked up the precum offering. Stephan took the shot just as my tongue touched Jim's dick. "Oh God, This is fucking insane!" Jim moaned. I smiled up at him, silently agreeing... it was insane and I fucking loved the insanity. This is what I had been looking for when I started out earlier in the night... an adventure worthy of the name... not just some mindless screwing. "Hey Jim". I softly called. "Did you ever fantasize anything like this? You ever jerk off imagining how it might feel to make me suck your big dick?" I asked him in a half moan. "Oh Jenn" he moaned, "I've jerked off a million times thinking about you, how you might look naked wondering if you looked as good as you did in my head. Wondering how you titties would taste, how you'd sound, what your pussy might look like, how it might feel... but this... this is way beyond anything I could ever imagine." "Oh you naughty boy", I teased with a smile. "You were thinking such naughty things about me." I smiled at him. "Did you think about that stuff when I'd sit down and have lunch with you sometimes?" I teased. I kissed the tip of his dick, my hands were still slowly stroking it. He just nodded looking down at me. "I kind of knew that though", I whispered. "sometimes, I caught you staring at my titties. I'm going to tell you a secret... I used to take off my bra sometimes if I saw you sitting alone at a table? I liked it when you stared at my nipples, so I'd go in the ladies room, take off my bra and go over to sit with you." "Oh God!" he moaned again. "So do I look as good as you thought I would?" I asked him. "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Oh fuck Jenn, you look better! You're fucking gorgeous!! I can't even believe it, you're my perfect woman, I can't believe that this night is actually happening!" He whispered. "You are such a sweet naughty boy." I smiled. "Make me suck your dick." I smiled at him. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward him. I let him guide me, but didn't immediately open my mouth. He kept pushing though and forced his dick into my mouth. He let out a loud groan as he felt the wet warmth on his organ. I moved around it slowly, working my tongue over the rough, smooth surface. The veins were all bulging on the long shaft. It looked like it would burst. Stephan was shooting close-ups as I slowly took Jim deeply into my warm mouth. I pulled it out. It was glistening and wet, I smiled into the camera as I kissed it again and again. I rubbed his dick on my face and closed my eyes to savor the feel of that hot member on the sensitive skin of my face. Jim was beside himself. He was so worked up that I couldn't really blow him for very long periods of time. He'd be ready to come after 20 or 30 seconds. But that was ok. Actually it was probably better for Stephan, because I would do other things to Jim's dick when I wasn't sucking it. I'd kiss it and rub it on my face, I get higher up on my knees and rub it about my engorged nipples. Then bend down to suck it again for a few seconds, then I would maybe suck on his balls for a little bit before returning to blowing him. Eventually though, I got to be too much for poor Jim, as much as he was enjoying my attentions, he needed some relief. When I took him back into my mouth this time, I picked up the pace. He was so out of it, I don't think he knew what I was doing, but Stephan did. He got in close and watched and photographed me as I sucked off Jim. When Jim was right at the edge, he warned me and tried to push me away telling me he couldn't hold it and groaning. I kept up and then he went over the edge, he went ballistic. Some guys get intense, but he really got into it. It was like it was the first time he'd ever come with a woman. He just kept saying oh god over and over again as shot his salty essence into my mouth. He had really built some pressure; I felt it splash against the back of my throat and I sucked all the come his balls could deliver. When he finished, I sat up on my knees between his legs still holding onto his cock, slowly stroking it and watching him calm down. His face was all red and he had red splotches on his chest. He had really been worked up. "You ok?" I asked with a smile. He nodded... "That was the best thing that has ever happened to me he said breathlessly." "It was so intense, I knew that some women swallowed but I'd never met one before." Stephan was still taking his shots of us. He stopped when the cameras were out of film again. "Ok," he said, "let's regroup." He went and poured another round of shots and Jim got up and padded naked to the kitchen to get me some more water. Stephan reloaded the cameras and came back out to relax for a moment. We had been at this for a little over an hour and it had gotten intense. I was still pretty wired and thinking about how I just lose control of sexually charged situations. I couldn't believe that I had just blown this classmate on film and how much I enjoyed doing it. My pussy was throbbing at the thought of what might be yet down the road for me tonight. I had definitely set something into motion with my little show. Stephan was looking at me in admiration. "Jenn you are doing things tonight that I've only dreamed about shooting. I knew you'd be a great model, but goddamn, I'm stunned!" I smiled at him... Good... you just have to get me in the right mood I guess. "So what about Bob though?" Stephan asked, "He isn't going to be happy if he finds out about this." "Don't worry about Bob" I told him, "We three are the only ones who know about it." "Good", Stephan sighed. "I really don't want him to come hunting me down." I just smiled... "he won't hunt you down... I promise." Stephan finished his drink and stood up asking if I was ready to continue with the shoot. "Jenn", he declared... "I have an idea for a series that I've been thinking about for a long time but really never expected to take. I think you might be great for it... are you game?" "I'm all yours tonight Stephan..." I smiled. "I mean after what I just did with Jim... I guess I kind of I know what you want me to do next." He just smiled at me. "Oh God Stephan... This is just so crazy... I laughed, The thing is that he's really a pretty big guy, if I do this, we'll have to go slow, I don't know if I'm big enough to take him, I'm kind of small down there." "Well", he continued... "for this next series, I had an idea. I kind of want to have the shots be a little more extreme that just the two of you making love. I mean that would be excellent and I'll take it if that's as far as you're willing to go. But I have another idea." "Ok..." I said slowly not know what to expect. I could feel the nervous flutters in my belly again, what did he want. Stephan spent a few moments trying to choose his. "Look, here the deal," he finally said, "I want Jim to take you by force and I want you to resist him. I want you two to fight, I don't want anyone getting hurt, but I do want you to do whatever you can stop him from taking you and I want Jim to do everything he can to overcome you and make you do what he wants. I want it to look like an intruder broke into your bedroom and attacked you." It's like he's seen into my mind and seen my favorite secret fantasy. I looked over at Jim... "Are you willing to that?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders, but his dick was telling a different story. "OK..." I said simply, "just... you know, you're a big guy, kind of be careful at first... ok?" I padded over to where my purse was and pulled the panties and bra I had stashed away earlier in the evening. I turned away from the guys and put on my undergarments. Then walked over to the bed and got my dress and pulled it on over my head. When I looked back at the guys, they were both staring at me. "Jenn, you know we can do something else, we don't have to do that!" Stephan said. "No Stephan"... I paused for a moment, thinking. I'm good with Jim forcing me to submit, I just thought that it would even better if I started out dressed and he attacked me after as I was getting undressed, maybe after I get my dress off, I don't want to ruin it. Then he rip my underclothes off me as we fought. I think he should be naked though. Then there won't be any confusion about what going on. It was his turn to be quiet for a couple of moments before he looked at me with a smile. I think you're right he finally said. Jim had walked into the other room to get some more alcohol. "I know I am", I smiled... "it's my favorite fantasy". "Oh shit" Jenn he laughed, "you better be careful or you'll be fighting off 2 guys... you have this talent for driving me crazy. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to shooting this set." I smiled and raised my eyebrows... "hmmm 2 guys huh, now that sounds interesting..." I teased. Jim walked back in with 3 glasses of tequila. This wasn't the regular shot glass but a water glass half full of the stuff. We clinked glasses and each sipped our drink... well I sipped and the guys both guzzled theirs down. "Ok... so what have you guys decided?" Jim asked. "I'll do whatever." I laughed... "If you want to do it, you're going to have to force me Jim because I'm not going to just let you fuck me." "Bullshit" he laughed. "If I want to, you can't stop me." He had a wild look in his eye and a throbbing hardon. He poured himself another glass of tequila and slugged it down. I think I can I smiled sweetly. Nope... not a chance he laughed and picked me and threw me onto the bed. Stephan grabbed his camera... "Ok before you two get going here... I want this to look real, so no laughing." The Tease He better not do it tonight, she thought. They were both stressed out, neither had any sleep. He had no sleep at all the night before. Tons of work left them little time for anything else for the next 24 hours. But sometimes that wore each of them to the edge — where their occasional flirting kicked up a notch. His ridiculous fucking teasing rose to unbearable levels. She'd gotten a handle on the whole thing most of the time. But when she was tired, stressed, vulnerable, it was a little harder. Not that it was a bad thing, really. She was headed to the office before an important event she had to cover. She knew he'd be there. And just thought to herself, don't do it tonight. Or to be more precise, if he did it tonight, he better be prepared to be called on it. He was a merciless tease, in every way. Leaving her hanging. Ignoring her half the time. Flirting, teasing her others. After a few years, it starts to wear on a girl. Especially when she privately lusted after him in the way that she did. Now, she almost enjoyed the torture. Almost? Fuck, yeah, she enjoyed it. She got the office and headed straight to her desk, ignoring the light on in his. "Hello?" he said. "Hey," she said. "I brought you some beer. If you want it," she said. She heard his chair move. "I don't want it. I need it," he said, coming around the corner. He hesitated. "You look...smart this evening," he said. She held out her beer, smiling. "Why, thanks," she said. She was wearing a fitted, short black skirt, black tights, heels, and smooth ivory silk blouse, clinging to her, with just one more button unbuttoned than should be. She smelled good too. He took the beer. "Thank you," he said. They clinked bottles. "How are you doing?" she said. "I think I'm on a adrenaline at this point, because I am not currently wishing I was dead," he said. She laughed. "When do you have to leave?" he said. "Soon," she answered. "Can I show you this?" she said, pointing to her email. He leaned over her shoulder, and she noticed his face looked different. "Did you shave today?" she tried to say calmly. "No. You're lucky I took a shower. I'm sleepwalking. Why? I figured you could handle it.. You were the only person I was likely to see today," he said. She didn't answer. Her mind was elsewhere. Somewhere in the middle of the night, in the dark, wrapped in sheets, with that scratchy cheek buried in her neck, and other places. "Don't tell me you're offended?" he said, laughing. "I'm not offended," she said quietly. "So what then?" he said. "You don't want to know," she said, taking another drink of her beer. "Don't I?" he said. Fucking tease. "Do you? Because I'll tell you," she said, turning to look him in the eye. He was sitting on her desk, looking down at her. He laughed, pushed off, and headed back to his desk. "Always all talk," she whispered. "What?" he said. "Nothing," she said. Just before she was getting ready to leave, she turned quickly and her elbow caught a cup of water on the nearby desk, spilling it over. Quickly, she grabbed her laptop to lift it in the air, but the movement sprawled her right under the spill. "Fuck!" she said, jumping out of the chair, putting her laptop on the shelf and heading to the small kitchen for some paper towels. "What happened?" he said from behind her. Leaning over her skirt, she blotted it with paper towels. "I spilled water all over myself. Better me than the laptop I guess," she said. He moved into the kitchen. "So ...you're all wet?" he said. She stopped and looked up at him. "Cut it out," she said. "What?" he said. "I just wanted to know if you were wet or not," he said, smiling. "Listen," she said, laughing in spite of herself. She tossed the paper towels and playfully punched him in the arm a few times. "Keep it up!" she said. She headed back to grab her stuff, and with her coat over her arm, she headed to his office. "I'm leaving. Be back soon," she said. He leaned back in his chair. "I'll be here," he said. He looked at her again. She knew that look. There were times when he looked at her and there was nobody home. Or that he saw right through her to the wall, or his brain was onto the next item on his agenda. Then there were times when their eyes caught each other. Hers stopped his short. She knew he was looking right at her. At times like that, she felt like the world stopped and she couldn't really hear anything else. See anything else. That was how he was looking at her. "You know, I just want to tell you one thing," she said. "What's that?" he said. "You keep being a fucking tease tonight. At your own risk," she said. She didn't move from the doorway. Leaned into it. He laughed. "How so?" he said. "I'm just telling you. Keep it up, and I just might have to call you on it," she said. Her bravado was undermined a bit by the blush that crept over her face. He let her simmer in that blush without saying anything, smiling at her. "Noted," he said, still smiling. So she left. He stared at the laptop screen but was distracted. He could still smell her perfume in the air. He really shouldn't be thinking about her. For many reasons. He'd tried to reconcile it before. He got another beer, and sat back, thinking. He could move past things easily. Most of the time he could control himself. Tonight, for some reason — maybe it was the lack of sleep — he was struggling a little bit. It could be that he'd concluded that he really wanted to fuck her. There were girls he was attracted to. Things he'd wanted to do with them that veered from the ultimately innocent to the furthest scale of depraved. He'd thought about those things. But when it came to her, it was just that he wanted to fuck her. It wasn't the only thing he wanted to do with her by any means. But it was the neon sign he couldn't ignore in his mind when he allowed his mind to go in that direction. Just throw her up on his desk, or pull her onto his lap, and just shut her the fuck up once and for all. She constantly taunted him he was all talk. And she was mostly right, but she had no idea how much he wanted to prove her wrong. He was really good at keeping his feelings hidden. But tonight, they circled his head, and he was having trouble. He felt his unshaved face. Thought about her reaction to it. He turned up his music, and surrendered to the lack of work he was going to get done until she came back. She closed her laptop and with a pounding heart she headed back to the office. The tension was just too unbearable for her tonight. At this point, she honestly hoped his light would be off, he'd be long gone somewhere else, with someone else. But turning the key in the lock, while it was dark, she could hear his music coming from the office. Pathetically, she tried to walk back to her desk and avoid the interaction. The nerves were too raw. She felt her hands shaking. She wanted to be tough. Powerful. She needed to reinforce. "Want a beer?" he said. "I'll be right there," she said. She breathed in and out, and walked over to grab a beer, and headed into his office. He looked different. Relaxed. But on. "How'd it go?" he said. "Fine," she said. "How's your night been?" she asked. "Good. Really good," he said. "Yeah?" she said. "Yeah," he said. That look. What the fuck, she thought. "You're a fucking tease," she said. "And you love it," he said, not missing a beat. She was really annoyed. Sort of. She got up and walked over to his chair. He looked up at her. "I do love it," she said. "I can be a tease too, you know," she said. She reached out and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes for a second. "I know you can," he said. "But all you do is tease with words," she said. "I think teasing is so much better when you are actually getting somewhere," she said. He looked at her. Her brown eyes locked with his. "I agree," he said. She moved toward him, hands on the arms of his chair, that button on her silky shirt that should have been buttoned torturing him. Her mouth was almost on his, both of them barely breathing. He was caught. Unmoving. "Just, almost, there," she whispered into his mouth. Then she turned to leave in a moment of triumph. And promptly tripped. He caught her easily, and his hands moved to her hips, pulling her back into his lap. Her head leaned back so her face was against his. She could feel his breath against her neck. "You're fast," she said. "Sometimes," he said. His hands were on her hips. Her back arched. He could see her nipples against the silky fabric. They were so hard it looked like it hurt. Her legs spread over his. His hands tightened on her hips. She could feel his scruffy face against her neck. "I should get up," she whispered. "You should, but I'm not letting you," he said. His hands were tight against her hips. Her breathing was fast. "You know, sometimes, when I fantasize about you," she whispered, his hands stroking her hips. "Yes," he said. "It's an elaborate scenario...the tavern owner and the beer wench, or the editor and the reporter who's made bad, bad grammar mistakes...," she whispered. He laughed and lightly slapped her hip, holding it again. "But the best fantasies I have about you are the simplest, just me, and you, and nothing else. Just on the edge of that tension, and giving into it...," she said. "Like right now," he whispered in her ear. "Yes, yes...exactly like this," she said, her eyes fluttering. "You wonder why I'm such a tease," he said. "I'll tell you," he said. His hands moved from her hips, up, over the silky blouse, holding her full breasts, circling them, deliberately avoiding the nipples that were so achingly prominent. She gasped. "Don't you think I want my hands all over these perfect tits? That I haven't thought about that?" he said. "Oh, no, don't," she said. She couldn't take when he talked like that. Especially now. "And here," his hands slid down her sides, over her hips, down her tights and up between her legs, under her skirt. "When I asked if you were wet before," he said, stroking her inner thighs, "I meant it." "Don't you think I want to know how wet you are?" he said. She couldn't breathe. She turned her head sideways to catch his mouth with hers as her body writhed over his, feeling his dick hard against her ass. He let it go for a moment, let their tongues find each other, moved his hand to her neck, and they kissed, hard and wet. Then he pulled away. "But I can't. You know I can't," he said. Fuck. She was actually ok. She was that irritated. Even waiting for him to pull the rug out from under her. He expected more of an emotional response, but he wasn't going to get it. She immediately pushed off him. Stood up before him and adjusted her clothes. "You know what you are," she said, saying his name. She leaned in again to his mouth, holding his chair arms. "I've finally realized — you're not a tease," she said. "What am I then?" he said. She stood back and opened another button of her blouse. Her pale lace bra was showing. "You're afraid," she said. He looked at her, waiting. "You're afraid after all this time, and all your talking, you won't be able to back it up. I, on the other hand," she said, opening another button. "I on the other hand, know I can not only back it up, I can blow it away," she said. Smiling, she turned to leave. It was the classic, 2nd-grader-on-the-schoolyard manipulation — calling him a chicken. And he was only too happy to fall for it. In fact, he was looking for a fucking excuse. He jumped from his chair and caught her at the door, turning her around and pushing her against the wall. "You think I'm afraid?" he said. "Uh huh," she said, trying to catch her breath. God, he wanted to fuck her. "You're the one who should be afraid," he said. He found her mouth with his, still holding her against the wall. His hand went into her hair, pulling it, while she dug her nails into his back. Her leg lifted around his hips. Their kiss was hot, wet, messy, and delicious. She couldn't get enough of his tongue. His hand left her hair and with both hands, he found the opening of her shirt and slowly, deliberately pulled the rest of the buttons open, popping them off, one by one. He lifted her hips up against the wall and buried his face in her breasts, pulling the straps down, impatient now, to find those hard nipples. And they were so hard, pulling her bra away to show her full pale breasts with those dark pink aching nipples, he took one in his mouth and mercilessly sucked it, working it with his tongue until she cried out loudly. He covered her mouth with his hand as he rhythmically sucked it, harder, harder, he could feel her shudder all over. She tried so hard not to scream. The feel of her aching nipple in his mouth, she wanted it, wanted it bad, her fingers knotted in his hair, urging him on, feeling his unshaved face against her sensitive skin, him proving her so fucking wrong. And he was right, she should be afraid. She was on the verge of completely losing control as he lowered her down again, his tongue finding hers, but his hands lost under her skirt, pushing it up, and she tried to push his hands away. "No," she whispered. "Oh yeah," he whispered back. He was almost there, over the tops of her thigh high stockings. This is where he wanted to go with her. He was almost there, almost finding her wet pussy with his hands, almost pushing her skirt high enough. He was ready. He wanted to fuck her. Her shuddering half naked body was going to take every last ounce of his strength. Now. But then she wriggled out from his hands and fell to her knees. Expertly, quickly, she had his pants open, down, away, and before he knew what hit him she was sucking his dick good and slow. Good and wet. His knees buckled a little as he reached backward to his desk for strength, her tongue teasing him, sliding him in and out of her mouth, sucking harder, harder, moving a little bit faster, deeper, and he caught his breath. "You're such a fucking tease," he said, and she laughed. Sliding him in and out of her mouth, working him with her hand, pushing him further back on the desk, gently stroking his balls with her tongue, licking them, sucking them, back on his dick, doing circles with her tongue on the tip, teasing him. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her up roughly. Turned her around so her ass was against his desk. "No," she whispered. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said. He pushed her back so she was lifted onto the desk. "What's wrong?" he said, pulling her blouse all the way off, pulling her skirt all the way up. "You afraid?" he said. "Yes," she said. Her hands were shaking. He kissed her again, their tongues fucking each other's mouths, deep, wet, and so good. And then pulled back, pushing her back on the desk, her legs open, skirt pushed up, stroking her pussy with his fingers, finding her soaking wet and open, sliding his fingers in and out of her, getting her to a shuddering mess of begging and moaning his name, and finally, finally... He fucked her. He fucked her slow and hard and fast and deep, sliding in, and out, and in and out. He almost couldn't control himself, watching her bucking and writhing, pounding the desk with her fists, pulling her hair. She came like no one else. "Again....," she whispered..."more more more more." And he gave her more and then some. He'd always wanted to fuck her. Thought about it. When she turned him on, he thought about fucking her, always. And then he was almost there, he gave it to her harder then he had yet, slamming into her, in and out, and in and out. He could see she was totally about to explode. Her hands were shaking. Her teeth chattering. She was whispering his name. And he stopped. "Oh no – not now," she whispered. "Don't," she said. "Why not?" he said, smiling at her. "I thought this was the kind of teasing you liked?" he said. The End. The Tease When you got to the bottom line, Susan was a bitch. An entertaining and sexy bitch, but a bitch all the same. She delighted in teasing the boys with sexual innuendo, giving implicit promises of delights to come that somehow never eventuated. She was sexy, blonde, stunning to look at and had a bubbling personality. She tended to go with one man as a steady, but kept a string of ex's and wannabe's around, in case of need. Unfortunately, just because some poor bastard was her current steady, it didn't mean he was getting any from her. She had more ways of saying no than you could credit, and the men always seemed to lap it up. After a few months of presents and dates, with a golden reward hovering in the distance, her current boyfriend would suddenly find himself to be another ex. It was rumoured that she was still a virgin, never having found a catch sufficiently wealthy to be worth giving her all. I overheard her chatting and laughing with some of her girlfriends just before she latched onto me as her next boyfriend. She told the girls that she was with that the only way a man would be able to have sex with her would be to catch her naked. If that situation ever arose she'd yield her pretty pussy to the fortunate gentleman, but she didn't think it would ever happen. She was too smart to get caught out that way. Like I said, I heard that little snippet before she decided that I'd be her next target. I didn't mind going around with her. She was stunning and good company, as long as you firmly understood that her sexual games were going nowhere. If you didn't know that you would wind up awfully frustrated, with a horrendous case of blue balls. So I spent the next couple of months dating her and keeping her happy. She was expensive, requiring presents and a lot of attention. And always the implication was there that very soon she'd be paying you back for your attentiveness by allowing you into her bed. I was enjoying the give and take, probing to see how far I could actually push her, sexually. Not very far, I found out quite quickly. If she was especially pleased with me, I might get a hand job, but that was it. Her own beautiful body was off limits. Now I have to admit that, having enjoyed a satisfying sex life up to this point, this enforced abstinence didn't really sit well with me. I had just about decided to dump her when she came to me and suggested that a day at the beach would be nice. Of course, she'd need a new bikini but she was sure I wouldn't mind getting her one. "You know, Susan," I said, "I just happened to see a very nice little black bikini the other day that I thought would be just the thing for you. I'll pick it up tomorrow and you can wear it to the beach. If you don't like it, I'll take you shopping and you can get another one." I received almost instant agreement to this. Knowing the way her mind worked, she figured that this way she'd end up with two new bikinis. That night I went and saw a friend of mine. He had this knack for supplying unusual items, often sexual in nature, and I remembered a new item that he had added to his list. He had a very nice line in bikinis available now. We headed down to the beach the next day, leaving early to beat the crowd and get a nice spot. I took with me a nice tent that I could pitch. We could use it for changing and it would give us general privacy. Getting there, I promptly pitched the tent off to one side, away from where the main crowd would gather later in the day. I explained to Susan that by pitching off to the side we were unlikely to be asked to shift it from the main area. For the first hour or so we just relaxed, sunning ourselves. As a treat I was allowed to rub sunscreen on Susan's delectable body, one of the few chances I had to actually lay a finger on it. Eventually, we went in swimming. Susan was quite a good swimmer, and we went out quite deep. After we'd been swimming for about half an hour, Susan seemed to get quite agitated and said that she was going ashore. "Race you to the tent" I called, and took off fast to shore. I heard her call wait, but pretended not to and easily outdistanced her to shore and the tent. Once in the tent I promptly unzipped the back of it and bundled everything outside and then re-zipped. A few moments later Susan came barrelling through the front of the tent. "A towel," she squealed. "Give me a towel, quickly." She was looking around, desperate to spot where her things were. "Why, Susan," I said, sounding quite shocked. "You're nude. What happened to your bikini?" "I don't know," she shrieked. "One moment it was there and the next it was floating away in lots of little pieces. Give me a towel. Where are my things?" It was interesting to watch her. She had more on show than her hands could possibly hide, and all of it was quite exquisite. The little tuft of hair on her pussy was shaped into a little heart, and showed that she was a natural blonde. Like I said, quite exquisite. And now mine, by her own rules. "Oh my god," I gasped, slapping the side of my head. "This is all my fault. I must have given you the dissolving bikini by mistake." Susan stared at me in shock. "Dissolving bikini?" she whispered. I nodded. "I picked it up at the same time as I got your proper bikini. It was supposed to be a present for a friend. I'll have to get him another one now." I sighed, looking suitably apologetic, while she stood there, still trying to hide behind her hands and looking furious. "Still," I said, "this does have its advantages. I've caught you naked and you told your friends that if any man ever managed to catch you naked, you'd yield your pretty pussy to him. Guess this is my lucky day." Susan glared at me. "No way. Where are my clothes and towel." I smiled. "Yes, way," I said. "I'll fetch your things after you have yielded up your lovely body to my lusty intentions. And you might as well stop trying to hide behind your hands. All you're doing is focusing my attention of your more interesting parts." If looks could kill I'd have been laid out on a slab. My pretty Susan was furious. "Just because you tricked me with a dissolving bikini does not mean that I'm going to have sex with you," she practically spat at me. "True," I answered. "You can consider this paying your dues for all the men you've been teasing and leading on, and all the gold-digging you've done. Let me point out your situation. You're alone with me, naked, hidden from sight by this tent, which just happens to be pitched far enough away from the crowd that we're out of earshot." "You planned all this, didn't you?" she accused me. "You're not normally so slow on the uptake," I said with a smile. "Now the big question is, are you going to co-operate, just submit quietly or resist and make me use some muscle power?" "You're serious. You're really going to make me have sex with you," she whispered, shock in her voice, amazed that a man wasn't bending to her whim. I just stood there, waiting. Susan flicked a look at the front of the tent. "What's to stop me just running out of the tent and calling for help?" "Well, if you tried I could probably stop you before you could even get the zip undone, but I'd probably let you go. It would be fun to see how you'd manage, running naked through a crowd of people. Mostly men, and the way you get around, probably a lot of them are your ex's." I calmly dropped my bathers. Susan's eyes promptly dropped to where my erection was standing proud and she blushed. "You can't do this," she said. "You know I'm a virgin." "I don't know that," I pointed out, "but I'm about to find out. So what are you going to do? Run, resist, suffer in silence or co-operate enthusiastically?" Susan just looked at me, paralysed for choice. I decided to go with suffer in silence for the time being and see if I could move it over to co-operation, reluctant or enthusiastic. I moved closer to her, reached over and, taking her hand, I placed it on and encouraged it to wrap around my cock. Accustomed to giving the occasional hand job, Susan went with the familiar, and started teasing my erection. Possibly she was hoping to get away with just that, but she was going to be disappointed. Or delighted, if I did my part properly. Now I reached out to cup her breasts. It was the first time I'd managed to get my claws upon then in their naked state. Plenty of brushes, which tended to be expertly fended off, but never a full view and grasp. Feeling my hands on her breasts, Susan tried to twist and brush them away, but I wasn't having any of that. I caught her hand and returned it to its job of playing with my erection, before taking both breasts in hand and gently squeezing. Susan took the hint, continuing to massage me while I soothed and fondled her breasts, paying attention to her nipples, which were now standing proud. Now I dropped one hand down to the junction of her legs, letting my finger tips play through her little tuft of hair before pressing home and cupping her love mound. Susan gave a choked gasp at this, dropping my cock as though it burned her and trying to step away from my touch. A bit hard, as I just moved with her, maintaining contact. Susan was scarlet now, breathing hard and not knowing what was going to happen next. I stepped back to give her a breather. "You've had your fun," she gasped. "I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. Please let me go now." I shook my head. "We've barely started, sweetheart," I said with a smile. "Now I want you to lie down. You'll find the sand quite comfortable." Susan shook her head. "Are you so eager?" I asked her. "If you lie down, I can take my time familiarising myself with your body. If you don't lie down, I guess I'll just have to pick you up and lower you straight onto my erection and ravish you standing here." Giving me killing looks all the way, Susan sank down onto her knees and then laid back. I settled down beside her and started stroking her, running my hands lightly over her from her breasts to her pussy and back, lingering at each sensitive spot. Susan was soon breathing hard and squirming under my touch. During her twisting and writhing her hand brushed against my erection again, and promptly turned and grasped it, holding it tight. I'm not even sure that she knew she had done that. I bent my head over her breasts, lightly kissing them, and then spending some serious time on them, licking and sucking and playing with her nipples. I could feel Susan arching her back and gasping, offering me her breasts as my prize. One of my hands slipped down to her love mound again, cupping her pussy and squeezing. Susan gasped, and now her hips were pushing up against my hand, encouraging me to touch her. My hand slipped further along her pussy, dipping between her legs, which had now drifted apart to facilitate my access. Now my fingers were easing apart her lips and edging within her, feeling her internal heat and moistness. Susan was quite palpably mine now, ready for me to take possession of her. I rolled over and knelt between her legs, leaning forward slightly so that the head of my cock was resting on her slit, pressing gently. I looked at her, watching her looking down at where my cock was touching her. She was quivering slightly, pressing herself gently towards that threatening intruder. "Susan," I called quietly. "Susan," I repeated, louder this time as she apparently failed to hear me the first time. Startled, her head jerked up to look at me. "Now?" I asked. Susan stared back at me, gulped, and then whispered quietly, "Yes, please. Now." I pressed slowly forward, her lips spreading to let me in. Harder I pressed, watching her and seeing that she was watching where I was slowly sinking into her body. Then I was pressing against her hymen. It appeared that she was a virgin, even if not for much longer. "Do you want to change your mind?" I asked her. "This next bit might hurt a little. Are you sure?" She nodded, eyes never leaving that spot where that riot of feeling was flooding through her. "I'm sure," she said. I have to admit that was good. I doubt that I'd be able to stop at this stage. Pressing harder, I could feel her hymen stretching. Susan was biting her lip and then gave a little scream as her hymen was rendered and my cock surged triumphantly into her. I now lay on Susan, my full length pressed into her, looking at her. She was biting her lip and staring back at me. "That's the bad bit," I said. "From here on it should only get better. Just move with me." I pressed harder, and then drew back a little. Pressed again and withdrew, all the time holding her eyes with mine. Susan's breath was starting to come faster, and she stared at me as though bewitched. The next time I pressed I could feel her hips moving up to meet me, and I heard myself murmuring words of congratulation to her, encouraging her to meet me. Now she was thrusting up to meet me, wanting me as much as I wanted her, staring fixedly at me as the one steady point in a universe that was dissolving around her. I was driving into her harder and harder, and then her eyes closed, ignoring me, shutting out the universe, concentrating wholly on the sensations flooding up from where our joined bodies were dancing the dance of life. Our bodies surged together, parting and returning, driving each other higher and higher along the path to paradise. Susan was giving funny little gasps, urging me to fly her higher, faster, and I was only to ready to try. All too soon it had to end, with both of us exploding against each other in mutual orgasm, my mouth stifling Susan's screams of pleasure. We both lay back after, lying there, unwilling to move. Eventually, I stirred and rose. Reaching for the back zip I slid it down and reached out and grabbed our things, bring them back inside the tent. Susan looked at them and then gave me a nasty look, but it was obvious her heart wasn't in it. I grinned at her. "There's a nice new black bikini in my bag," I said. "Guaranteed non-dissolvable." Susan reached over and rummaged through my bag until she found it. "Before you put it on," I said, "why don't we sit down and eat some lunch." "Naked?" she asked, surprised. "Naked," I said. "I like looking at you like that." Susan looked at me and then at the bikini. Then she laughed and tossed the bikini to the side. "OK," she said. "What did you bring for lunch." After lunch we would take another swim. After that swim, who knew, but I had hopes for how we'd spend some time. I thought that Susan might be willing to extend her experience. I idly wondered if she was on the pill. Too late to worry about it now, so I wouldn't mention it. I'd wait and see what happened. The Tease Friday night in a crowded bar, you see me from across the room. I'm trying to get served, leaning over the bar on tiptoe. Wearing high heels and a short skirt I look like I'm begging to be fucked. You can just see the lacy tops of my hold ups peeking out. You come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist holding me in position. You whisper "Don't Move" into my ear as you reach under my skirt to push my knickers aside and quickly push your cock into me. My knees give at the feeling of you half inside me, you're not moving, my pussy clenching around around you. I sink back onto my heels, letting you further inside me. The push of people around us is doing all the work for you, you're standing still letting your thrusts be dictated by who knocks into you. The lack of rhythm's driving me crazy, I start to push back but you stop me with a hand on my hip whispering your drink order to me. Just as the bar staff finally come to take my order someone pushes into you hard and you stumble against me, finally shoved all the way in. I almost cum there and then but manage to blurt out the drinks I need. The barrel needs to be changed and so we wait, you moving so little its driving me crazy, I can feel your breath on my neck, your hands on my hips, the crush of the crowd around me driving me wild with the need to slam myself over you again and again. I feel your cock twitching inside me, all I need is one hard thrust to send me over the edge, just as I'm paying you give it to me. The money falls from my hand as I all the muscles in my body tighten, I feel faint. You reach around me, pick up the money from the bar and pay, as we're waiting for change you make a few short sharp thrusts and fill me. You move away, your cum dripping down my leg as you lead me back to our seats. We finish our drinks and you suggest heading back to mine, your breath hot in my ear as you tell me how you're going to make me beg you to let me cum. You take my hand and I follow you out of the bar, my whole body shaking I'm so turned on. We're walking down the road, one arm around my shoulders as you whisper softy to me all of the things you're planning to do to my body. You put my hand on your crotch, guiding it over your swollen cock. As soon as we're off the main road you push me into an alley, pick me up by the thighs and ram into me hard and fast, fucking me against a garden wall making me cling to you. You cover my mouth with yours to silence me, your tongue driving so deep into my mouth it's like you're fucking me there too. My legs wrapped around your waist, my arms around your neck as you drive into me, shaking the wall with the force of your hips slamming into mine. You fill me full of your cum again then withdraw. Holding me to the wall with one hand around my throat you shove two fingers deep inside me, your thumb rough against my clit as you rub and tease me towards orgasm. Just as I'm about to explode you take your hand away and pull me back into the street. Laughing at my obvious need you tell me that since I've got your hand so covered in cum and cunt juices I'll need to lick it clean. I fumble with my keys, dropping them twice before unlocking the door to let us inside. As soon as the doors close you pin me to the wall with your body and put your hand to my mouth. I lick and suck each finger clean, my tongue playing with them like I would your cock, nipping the loose skin between them with my teeth. When your hand's clean you lead me to the bathroom. Turning on the shower to heat up you undress me and sit me on the edge of the bath. Pulling your soft cock out of your trousers you tell me that needs cleaning too and push it into my mouth. I lick and suck all of our combined fluids, my hands on your arse as I run my tongue over every inch of you. As you get hard again I start to choke, your hands on the back of my head keeping my mouth tight to your body as you get bigger, filling my mouth and touching the opening of my throat. My hands are flailing wildly and I feel like I'm going to pass out when you finally release me and help me step into the shower. You undress and get in with me, your hands gentle as you soap up my body, teasing at my nipples with your fingers. You move lower, washing away the cum that has dried on my thighs, you brush against my clit making me moan and press myself into your hand. Your soapy fingers push into me, washing away all of you from inside my body. You pull me close, my squirming covering you in suds as I buck and moan against you. Before I can cum you turn me around and bend me over, placing my hands against the wall you soap up your hand again before pushing a finger into my ass. Taking the shower head off the wall you hold it under me so the spray hits just above my clit as you work another finger inside cleaning out my ass just as you did my sopping cunt. You hold me there, driving two fingers in and out, the shower nearly but not quite providing enough pressure to make me cum. I'm panting with need pressing against you hard as you slowly play with my body. Suddenly you move away and turn off the shower. I collapse in a heap at your feet, needing to cum so bad it hurts. You chuckle softly as you towel us both off and lead me into the bedroom. You push me down onto the bed, instantly my fingers go to my clit, rubbing frantically and trying to get off. Strong hands grip my wrists and pull my busy fingers away, I call you a bastard as you tie my wrists together over my head then fasten them to the headboard. I'm rubbing my thighs together, desperately trying to get enough friction so you spread them and tie them down as well. Your hands move up my thighs, tortuously close to where I need them most, before resting on my breasts, pulling and twisting at my nipples until I'm begging you to fuck me. You rub your thick hard cock over me, I watch gasping as the head flicks against my clit, then you pull away telling me I'm not begging hard enough yet and anyway, when I cum it'll be with you buried in my arse. I'm pleading with you to finish me off but you just laugh. You pull out my vibrator and switch it on low before ramming it into my dripping snatch. You move up over my head kneeling facing away from me you lower your cock to my lips, telling me if I suck it good you might let me cum. I go to work, running my tongue over you and milking your cock with my mouth desperate to please you. You lean over and flick at my clit. I can feel your breath on me as you move your tongue painfully slowly over my slit The slight vibrations inside me and your tongue moving over me feel so good and I'm nearly there when you bite down hard on my inner thigh, denying me again. You do this over and over again, driving me almost to the brink before pulling away and biting my thighs. When I'm nearly crying with need, your cock now hanging over my face almost forgotten, you get up telling me I don't deserve to cum yet. You remove the dildo from my cunt, releasing a pool of wetness onto the bed, and stroke over the red imprints of your teeth as you move down to my ankles to untie them and change my position. You pull my legs up over my head before spreading them and tying them to opposite ends of the head board. I'm totally exposed to you, my pussy and arse facing straight up so you can drill into them. You pause to look at your handy work, I'm nearly folded in half and totally unable to move. You ask me if I'm comfortable before putting a pillow under my head so I'm looking straight at my own cunt. You put two fingers inside me, making me moan and try to move underneath you, you work another finger in, telling me what a slut I am, tied up and begging you to fuck me in the ass. You tell me how wet and loose I am and wonder aloud if you could fit your whole hand inside me, I moan at the idea, getting even wetter as you slide a fourth finger inside me. You ask me if I want you to fist me as you're fucking my ass, I can't respond, I'm so close to orgasm all I can do is moan as you fold your thumb into your palm and try to push it in inside but my bodies stretched to it's limits and no matter how hard you try you can't get through. My breath's coming fast now, I'm so turned on my body feels like it's on fire. You remove your hand and put it to my mouth, making me lick you clean as you tell me you'll try again and again until you can get it all inside me. I'm barely aware of what you're doing now until I feel something cold and wet against my arse hole, you're lubing me up, filling my arse with your fingers, telling me how you'll spurt so deep inside me I'll be able to taste it. You crouch over me and ask me if I'm ready. You take my silence as a yes and drive straight down into my gaping arse hole, filling me completely. My eyes fly open as you pound into me, I'm watching you claim that hole as you did all the others. You pause, asking me how bad I want to cum, I beg, nearly screaming for you. You reach over and shove the vibrator back into my cunt, turning it up high. My arse is clenching around you, the vibrations feeling so good as they travel through my body into your cock. You fuck me in both holes as one hand works my clit hard, rubbing and slapping at it until I explode, nearly bucking you off the bed with the force of it. My screams turn you on so much and my ass feels so good griping you you cum hard, pressing me down into the bed, slamming both your cock and the vibrator deep inside me and making me cum again. You gently untie me and I curl up on a ball in the middle of the bed. You wrap yourself around me and laugh, "I think we need another shower." The End The Tease I do not know what happens to me sometimes. It's like I have no control over myself. I get this overwhelming sensation to just fulfill all my needs and desires at any cost. All rhyme and reason leave me. My mind is no longer in control of me. I am not in control of me. Its like I become another person I have never met before in my life. Whoever she is she has a side to her that is unknown to me. A side that most people wouldn't want to know. When I get this way I become, The TEASE! Call it what you will I am sure as hell not a cock tease. Far from as a matter a fact. Sometimes I just get this overwhelming desire to find a guy I normally wouldn't want a fucking thing to do with and treat them like shit beneath my feet. I am not saying they aren't nice guys. Some are just not my type. Some have amazing sexual energy that lures me to them. There have been so many incidents of this happening. One time I was hanging out with this guy. I met him online. We were from the same town. Knew a lot of the same people. In fact I was fucking one of his close friends at the time. It was weird how it happened that we came to get together. He was cute. Not my normal type but very sexual. Its funny how sometimes we wind up in a situation with people who if we saw on the street we wouldn't look twice but when you get to talking you realize that the sexual chemistry between the two of you is more intense then the chemistry you have between yourself and people you are extremely sexually attracted too. In some cases more intense than people you normally fuck. Its like a cruel joke being played on you. Anyway, back to this guy. His name was Jay. Above all else he was a nice guy. I am serious an extreme nice guy with an intense sexual appetite that was almost as great as my own. The two of us hooked up here and there. One blow job and cunnilingus meeting after another. No sex was involved. Just oral gratification. The reason why? Well lets put it this way. Jay was packing more heat than he was meat. He was hung like a fucking pimple. I couldn't bring myself to fuck him. I was afraid of not feeling anything. Not that I have the Holland tunnel for a pussy or anything but I was use to big huge porn star like cocks. I liked fucking Peter North types. Not tiny Tim over here. Never the less the sexual chemistry was intense. I tried so hard not to be a bitch to this guy. I really did. However the cunt in me got the better of me. "You give the best head ever. I want you so bad. Oh suck my cock baby." His words were sickening me yet exciting me at the same time. "I will do anything you want. I will get on my knees and beg you to suck me off anything. Do you want me to beg?" Now any other woman would have made this mother fucker drop to his knees and beg like a bitch. I on the other hand didn't get off on shit like this, but I was willing to play along. My way. I got this sudden rush over me. My head, filled with the naughtiest thoughts. It was like I was in a trance. I was exuding sex. "You like that baby.. mmm you like when I suck your little cock good don't you?" What the hell was I saying. I was fucking with him right to his face about his tiny dick and the most fucked up thing was he liked it. Damned if this guy wasn't fucking more turned on then I ever saw a guy. That little dick was so hard, god help me, I wanted to mount him like a jockey on their horse and ride him till I couldn't ride him anymore. I taunted and teased. Sucked him and then stopped. Making him beg me for every moment of his pleasure. Rubbing his cock on my tits. Licking the head, teasing him more and more. Making him beg me to take all of his 5 inches in my throat. Just when I was about to make the plunge and stop sucking him and begin fucking him. BAM. This mother fucker exploded all over. It was like fate had stepped in and made me come to my senses. Did I really wanna do it? Was it just that I was so horny and needed cock and didn't care? What ever it was it never happened that night. To this day he still begs and pleads for me and I find it cute in a really sick warped sexy kind of way. Would it ever happen? Hmmm, you never do know what lies ahead. Especially when you're , THE TEASE. The end The Tease I needed a vacation and a tropical island was the best remedy for the mid-winter blues. Any island would do, as long as it had warm, sandy beaches. So I booked a trip to Jamaica and before I knew it, I was on a plane headed south away from the snow and the cold. My boyfriend Mike came with me and we left that day hoping for another great adventure. I arrived pale, tired but excited about a week of nothing at an all-inclusive resort. All I had to do was eat, drink and get a tan. Mornings were spent on the beach working on a tan. Most women there went topless so I followed custom and watched my large, beautiful breasts turn a deep brown. Swimming with hardly anything on was a delight in the warm Caribbean Ocean. After lunch, I usually retired to the pool to read and take in the sights. I peered over my book at all the half-naked bodies swimming or lounging around the pool. Usually by the late afternoon, I would get incredibly horny watching all the flesh parade around. And it didn't matter if it was male or female. I was bi-sexual and was happy with my lifestyle. Mike spent his days scuba diving or playing golf. We'd meet up in the late afternoon and usually had a good round of fucking before heading off to dinner. After a few days I noticed a trio of women in their early 20's make their way to the pool. All three wore bikinis to show off their tanned, young bodies. I watched in interest as the flaunted their looks as they casually lay on their chairs. One girl in particular caught my attention. She was tall, with long slender legs, a nice firm ass and perfectly shaped breasts. Her hair was always in a ponytail. She knew she looked great as she sat there. Men stared at her and tried to hide hard-ons in their swim trunks. Her friends addressed her as Heather and I snickered at the trendy name. It didn't take long for me to realize she enjoyed not only flaunting her looks, but teasing others as well. A couple of brave guys made meager attempts to talk to her, but she was always surrounded by her girlfriends so she just laughed coyly at their remarks and led them on. I could tell she wasn't spreading her legs for just anyone. One by one, the guys gave up. I started feeling bad for them. Then I started feeling angry at they way she held court all afternoon. She thought she was something else sitting there, tossing her hair back and laughing emptily at the comments the guys made. Periodically she would look down and examine the way her bikini top covered her breasts and make adjustments. Usually it resulted in making her nipples harden a bit. I started becoming obsessed watching Heather and felt she would make a good slave for Mike and I. I wondered how she would be once someone got her alone. Would she tease then? Or would she willingly submit. I realized the thoughts of it were getting me wet so I dove into the pool to cool off. When I surfaced, I was nearby her little entourage. I floated around nearby to hear more of the empty conversations. Once I caught her looking at me, actually I felt like she was sizing me up. I laughed to myself because she had no idea what I was capable of. As I swam lazily around the pool I started to plot how I could get her alone. Wouldn't it be great to make her submit to me. She wouldn't know what hit her having another woman fuck her silly. Just thinking about it made me so horny, I had to go to my room. Once inside, I stuck my fingers inside my bathing suit and rammed my fingers in my dripping pussy. As I pumped away, I fantasized putting my fingers inside Heather's tight little cunt and finger fucking her until she came all over my hand. In no time I was having a tremendous orgasm and while I felt my pussy spasm around my fingers I decided I was going to act it out. When Mike got back I didn't tell him my plans - it was going to be a surprise. He decided to go out with some golf buddies so it gave me a perfect opportunity. Later that night, I was hanging around the bar watching Heather hold court again. She was dressed in short halter-top style dress. She clearly had no bra on as her pert breasts were bouncing happily about whenever she moved. Her hair was down and swaying in the gentle breeze that night as she sipped a drink and laughed at friends' jokes, but no one else. I began to despise her a little more. I continued to watch, keeping my drinking down so I would be ready for what I had planned. Everything was ready back in my room. I smiled at the thoughts of her tied down as I had my way with her. I was also lucky - her room was a few doors down from mine. I knew by what was happening that she was going back alone. Her friends were less snobby than her and found a couple of guys to slip away with. But Heather was not having any of that - she would go back to her room by herself and shake her head at her friends. Finally I saw her slip away and refuse a couple of offers to be escorted back to her room. I slipped away first and went to my room. I stood outside the door pretending to find my key. I heard her shoes make a soft scuffing sound as she came down the dimly lighted pathway. When I heard her get closer, I slumped against the door and moaned softly like I was sick. She stopped and I could tell that she was appraising the situation. Did she want to help me or ignore me. I decided to move things along. I half-turned to her and said softly, "Could you help me?" "What's wrong?" she asked hesitantly. "I-I get this key to work and I'm...ah...feeling a little sick..." I said weakly. I almost heard her laugh as she replied. My hatred of her grew a bit more and I choked it back. "Sure, I'll help you. Too much to drink?" I nodded and moved aside so she could reach over and take my key. I got a scent of coconuts and something else, which I couldn't put, my finger on. I let her get right against the door and I got behind her. As soon as the door opened, I pushed her inside and shut it quickly hoping no one saw what just happened. She turned around and gave me a glaring How-dare-you-look. In a split second, I had her pinned against the wall thanking all those long nights at the gym. I easily was much stronger than she was. She struggled but continued to glare at me. "Don't look at me that way, you stuck up little bitch." "Fuck you", she spat. I slapped her face. Hard. She went to scream and I clamped her hand over her mouth and forced her down on the bed. I turned her over on her stomach and reached for the silk rope I had there. In no time I was able to bind her hands together tightly. Rolling her over quickly, I found the gag I had bought that day and thanked the bondage gods that I had the foresight to bring my 'toys'. You never know what can happen on vacation. I tied the gag around her mouth and stood back to admire my handiwork. She lay there panting and sweating. I could see fear creeping into her expression - all the anger was gone now. I smiled and turned up the air conditioner to cool off the room at bit. "Ok, Heather, you must do what I say now. You are going to be my slave for the night and by tomorrow morning, you will be begging me for more." She shook her head violently back and forth and I just laughed. I dragged her off the bed and into a chair. I put her arms behind the back of the chair and proceeded to bind her ankles to the legs of the chair. She sat there looking fearful as I admired her taut body. Her breasts were forced to stick out and strain against the material of her dress. Her legs were open enough that I could see the crotch of her panties. This was going to be heavenly, I thought. I slowly poured a drink of ice water and gulped it down. The ice didn't even have a chance to melt before I finished and set the glass down. I reached in and took a cube out of the glass and slowly slid it down along the side of her cheek. It left a trail of water as her skin was burning up from the sun and the struggling she had done previously. I continue to slide the ice down to her collarbone then across the top of her left breast. She shuddered at the sensation. I moved the ice cube down over the thin material that covered her breasts to her nipple. The coldness brought it to attention immediately and I saw it poking against the dress. Heather shuddered again and took a deep breath. I took what was remaining of the ice cube and sucked it slowly in my mouth as I walked around her tied body, admiring the view. "So, Heather, have you always been a tease?" I sneered. She looked away from me and I laughed. "You are, you little cunt. But tonight that is going to change. You're going to become the little slut you know you really are." She shut her eyes. I walked around to the back of the chair and undid the ties that held her top up. I slowly undid them for maximum effect. She was almost whimpering as I walked back around to pull down the top. When her breasts came into view, I instantly felt myself get wet. They were so full and ripe and ready to be enjoyed. Her nipples were both hard being exposed to the cool air of the room. I couldn't wait any longer to begin enjoying her body. I leaned over her and put my whole mouth over one erect nipple and began to lick and suck it. I could feel her whole body tense up in protest. "Relax, you'll enjoy it more." I felt her relax a tiny bit but as soon as I began to lightly pinch the other nipple, she stiffened up again. I shrugged and went back to sucking her dark brown nipples. I spent much time there, licking and pinching. When they were super hard, I bit down on one softly and she cried out behind her gag. I rewarded her by biting the other nipple even harder as I squeezed her firm breast. She cried out again and tears sprang to her eyes. I pulled away, panting from excitement at what I was accomplishing. I grabbed another ice cube and slowly slid it down between her breasts to her smooth, tanned stomach. I repeated this gesture until there was no more ice. Each time I did it, she would shudder and squirm which only added to my excitement. Next, I pushed the skirt of her dress up to expose her white panties. At this point her dress was bunched up around her waist. Taking a small knife out of my bag of tricks I began to cut away her panties at the waist. Her eyes widened in sheer terror of my actions. I assured her I was merely removing her clothing, I was not going to hurt her. I got both sides cut and I pulled away the panties to reveal her beautiful mound. Most of it was shaved except for a patch above her slit. I brushed my hands over it. "Maybe our Heather is a slut after all with her shaved pussy?" She shook her head no again but I wasn't buying it. I slipped one finger inside the folds of her pussy and felt it wet there. I pulled the finger out and held it under her nose. "Then what's this then?" She glared at me and I sucked the juices off my finger. It tasted heavenly. It was time. I knelt next to her chair and parted her moist lips with my fingers and slowly slid one in. I moved it around, lubricating it with her wetness. I began to slowly push it in and out of her hole. My thumb brushed against her clit from time to time and she would tense up a bit. My hand moved faster and faster. I could see the sweat building up on her face as she tried to resist me. I stopped suddenly and she slumped a bit in the chair. I was no where near finished at this point. Still fully clothed, I straddled the chair and sat down lightly on her legs. I was strong enough that I could support myself without putting all of my weight on her. I reached down and slid my fingers in her tight cunt and began to slowly fuck her. At the same time my other hand found her breast and began to roughly grope it, taking time to pinch her nipple. She closed her eyes and I could swear she moaned against her gag. I knew she finally had to be getting into it. I increased the pressure on her hole. Occasionally I would rub her clit with my thumb. It was a hard little nub. Faster and faster I fucked her tight hole with 2 fingers. I tilted my head down and began to suck on her neck. This time the moans were for real. She was enjoying it. That only egged me on. I was determined to make this ice-queen cum. I fucked her hard and twisted her nipples. I was all over her pinching and twisting and pumping. My body was totally dominating her and she was helpless to my movements. The sweat poured off her face and down between her breasts. Her eyes were shut tight and the moaning got louder behind her gag. Finally I felt her tense and her pussy muscles grabbed my fingers. She was cumming. Her girl juices were all over my hand as she turned her head side to side. She continued to thrash around for a bit longer before she slumped her head forward. I slowly eased myself off her, my body creaking a bit with the exertion. I put my fingers in my mouth and tasted her sweet cum. Licking them clean I went and poured another drink and got ready for the next round. My boyfriend Mike returned from his adventures as I was lounging in front of the TV. When he walked in, he immediately knew that I had something going on and he smiled. "You look like you're up to no good", he grinned. "Yup. Take a quick peak in the other room, but don't make a sound." He crossed the room and opened the door a crack. I heard him take a quick breath as he gazed my little slut. Before I left her, I tied her spread-eagle face down on the bed. Her firm, ripe ass was ready for Mike and I knew he wanted it. Mike shut the door and came back to me - his cock was growing in his shorts. "Where did you ever get her?" "I have been watching her by the pool all day. Miss High and Mighty." "Oh, one of those...." "Yes. She won't be after a few days with us, though." I smiled and looked at him knowingly. "Her ass is ready for you, whenever you are." Mike rubbed his hard cock against the material of his shorts. "Oh, I'm ready." I stood up and led him into the bedroom where Heather lay. "Ok, slut, time for something new and different." I giggled and sat down on the bed next to her. "My boyfriend here has a hard dick. He needs to do something about it." She moaned against her gag and tried to turn her head but Mike was behind her and she couldn't see him. "Now, just stay still. It will hurt at first, but you'll like it in time." Mike quickly stripped his clothes off. I licked my lips as his cock came into view. It was stiff and swollen and I gasped a little as I imagined it in my own ass. I handed him a bottle of lube and he quickly spread it across his head and shaft. Next, he kneeled between Heather's legs and brought his cock near the crack of her ass. "Spread her asscheeks, love", he breathed. I pulled Heather's sweet ass apart, showing him the tiny rosebud there. She squirmed at bit until I swatted her hard on the ass. "Be still, you slut, or it will hurt more." Mike became very aroused at this and began to slide his cock into her asshole, grunting as it went slowly in. "Oh Diana...she's soooo tight!" I smiled and straddled Heather's back, facing Mike. I watched as his cock invaded her ass and then pulled out a little. The next thrust was harder and deeper before he pulled out again. Heather screamed against her gag and I could feel her body tense with each thrust. I stroked her ass and told her to relax. It would go easier on her if she did. Mike began to thrust into her ass with long, slow strokes. I watched his face as he concentrating on raping this sweet young ass. He looked into my eyes and smiled a lusty smile at me. "Oh yeah, she's tight...I won't be able to go too long." We both laughed, oblivious to Heather's discomfort. There would be more to come. I pulled my robe open and offered my breasts to Mike as he ass-fucked Heather. He greedily groped and pinched my nipples. I moaned softly as he touched me which only brought him closer to the edge. "Come all over me," I whispered. "Don't waste it in this slut." That was all he needed. Mike groaned and pulled out of Heather. White, hot cum spurted all over my belly and tits as he jerked off. "Oh, fuck, Diana.....oh fuck...." I gasped as the cum trickled down to drip on Heather's back. I rubbed my hands all over my tits and chest, smearing the cum on me. Mike pulled back and slumped on the chair, spent. "Have you even cum yet?" he asked. I shook my head. "No, but soon." I shed my robe and untied Heather. I rolled her over on her back. She was slightly dazed from the fucking - I could tell by her eyes. "Ok, Heather, I'm taking this gag off, but if you make a sound, I will beat you. Do you understand?" She nodded slowly, flexing her arms after being tied up for so long. I released the gag and she gasped for breath. "Now sit up, slut, and move to the side of the bed." She did as I asked and I lay down on my back. "Good, girl. Now lick this cum off me. All of it." Mike laughed from the other side of the room as Heather whimpered a little. "Do it!" She hesitantly leaned over me and began to lick the cum off my stomach in small licks. "You can do better than that, slut." Heather looked at me with pure disgust in her eyes, but she increased the strokes and started to move up to my breasts. I moaned softly as her soft tongue lapped at my skin, knowing that she was tasting Mike's salty cum. "Mmmmm...that's it...suck my nipples..." Heather moved her mouth up to one of my already hard nipples and she began to suck, pulling it into her mouth and letting her tongue caress the top. "Oh my, what a good little slut we have here, Mike", I gasped. "Oh yeah?" Mike got closer for better view. His cock began to twitch and grow hard again. I smiled. "Ok, slut, we'll have more time for tit sucking later. Let's see how you are with pussy." Heather raised her head from my breast and looked at me. "Nooooo" "Oh yes," I said. I looked over at Mike. "Darling?" Mike responded by slapping Heather across the face. "Do it, you little bitch." Heather whimpered and slid down between my legs. I opened them wide as Mike forced her head down. She pushed apart my pussy lips and began to tentatively lick my oozing slit. "Harder, you cunt," I gasped. "Suck my pussy and taste it." She responded by sticking her tongue into my pussy and licking me from my hole to my clit. I moaned as her little tongue touched my overly-sensitive clit. Hearing my moans must have gave her more encouragement. She began to suck my clit into my mouth and she slid two fingers into my pussy. My hips began to buck up against her face as I rubbed myself shamelessly against her mouth. Mike stood nearby and stroked his cock, watching us. I smiled at him and urged our little slut to go faster, harder. I was going to cum soon and it was going to be big. Heather slurped my pussy in earnest now. Her violated ass bobbing up and down as she began to get into it. I felt my body begin to tense from my nipples all the way down to my toes. "Oh yessss...suck me...", I cried. "Make me cum..." I thrashed around on the bed and held Heather's head tightly between my thighs as my orgasm suddenly hit. "Oh fuck!" I screamed as it took me over the edge. I kept Heather's face tightly against my pussy as we rode out my orgasm together. Everything went fuzzy and gray for a bit as I came so incredibly hard. It may have only been a matter of minutes, but I fell asleep for bit having been exhausted from the drinking and the efforts of the evening. When I came out of it, I heard Mike moaning. I opened my eyes to see Heather's mouth wrapped around his cock and his hands grasping her head and pulling her hair. This wasn't a blowjob. He was fucking her face hard. She was trying to push away with her hands so I got up and pulled them behind her back and held them there. The Tease Mike saw the opportunity and proceeded to bang her mouth harder. I could hear Heather choking and gasping as his cock brutally assaulted her mouth. I was almost going to tell him to ease up when he cried out and shot a huge load into her mouth. Heather gagged and the cum leaked out of her mouth down her chin. Mike finally pulled out and shot the rest of it into her face and hair. I couldn't believe how much cum he had tonight. Both of us were so turned on from playing with our new 'toy'. I released Heather and told her to go into the bathroom and clean up and do whatever she needed to do. I closed the door behind her and went over to Mike who was slumped in the chair with a satisfied look on his face. "We have another day with her before we have to let her go. I have some things in mind..." I told him my plans and he smiled hugely. It would be a good day tomorrow. We let our little slut sleep in the bed as she had a big day in store for her. Mike and I slept on the fold-out couch in the next room. Although I didn't think she'd get far, I handcuffed her to the bedpost just in case. Mike and I woke up refreshed and rested from the previous evening's activities. He went and got breakfast for the three of us and brought it back to the room. I wasn't going to let Heather eat hers until we finished and she performed a few 'duties'. I was anxious to see how submissive she was going to be this morning. I entered her room and found her semi-awake. "How is our little slut today?" I asked. She regarded me with droopy eyelids and said nothing. "Fine. Well, I would imagine you are hungry, but before you eat, I want you to do a few things for me." I unlocked the handcuffs and motioned her to go into the bathroom and relieve herself and shower. "And leave the door open," I called after her. She didn't protest which I thought was good. I sat on the bed and watched tv and drank my coffee as she showered. My pussy tingled in anticipation of using her body again. Mike went off to the gym to work out leaving me alone with her. He would get to use her later... Heather came out of the bathroom looking refreshed. I swear she even looked a bit horny. I smiled at her and stood up, setting my coffee down. "Today is a big day for you, Heather", I said gently. "After that you will never be a tease again. You will eagerly accept all advances and be the true slut you really are." She looked at me with a blank face, but I knew it was already beginning. "Ok, get on your hands and knees, slut." Heather obeyed without a word and got down on the floor. I kneeled behind her and began to massage her sweet ass, moving my hands around to cup the firm flesh before reaching down between her legs. My fingers slipped in her moist pussy and began to tease the folds of flesh apart. She was beginning to moan softly and I smiled and rubbed my finger against her clit. I continued that for a while until I felt my fingers get slick with her juices. When I pulled them away, she groaned a bit. I licked my finger clean and stood up. "Don't worry, my little slut, you're going to enjoy the next part of this even more." I moved to my toy collection and selected my strap-on. I slowly removed my robe and tied the toy around my waist making sure it fit snugly against my clit and kneeled in front of Heather. I pushed the dildo up against her lips. "Suck this for a while...I want to see you well you suck dick." She complied and began to suck on the fake dick like it was real. I watched as her tongue licked the head and shaft, bathing it with saliva before taking it into her mouth. We went slowly as the timing was crucial to today's fun. After I was satisfied she mastered the art of cock-sucking well enough, I pulled it away and motioned for her to stand up and put her hands behind her head. I licked my lips as her breasts jutted out. The last item I packed were the nipple clamps. I took them out of my bag and kept them concealed in my hand. I stood in front of her and grabbed one tit, pulling the nipple and twisting it roughly. Instantly it got hard but she was wincing with each twist. I performed the same magic to the other one and quickly applied the clamps. Heather cried out in pain but she didn't move her hands - I was impressed. "I want you to remember who has the upper hand, slut. Now on your knees again - I am going to fuck you." She slowly got down on her knees and I knelt behind her. I nudged the dildo against her exposed pussy lips and rubbed it against the slickness there. She moaned once and I slowly guided it into her. I pushed it all the way in so my belly was touching her ass. I held it there for a bit and wiggled it around eliciting more moans from my little slut. "You like that?" She nodded and I smiled and began to ever so slowly withdraw the dildo before pushing it back in. I did this very slowly for a while, occasionally slapping her ass. She began to moan like the slut she was and I could tell she was extremely turned on. Soon it would be time for the big finale. I nudged her closer to the wall and told her to put her hands against it and raise herself up a bit. With some effort she was able to do it. I told her not to move and now I had complete access to her firm breasts. I reached around and grasped one in each hand and began to knead the flesh. I kept the dildo still for a bit while I did this. I began to pull on the nipple clamps which made her only moan more. I heard the front door close softly as Mike came back with some 'guests'. It was time. "You like this, slut?" I asked. "Oh yessss," she moaned. "Louder." "YESSSS!" she cried as I began to thrust into her hard. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "You're my slave now." "Yes, Mistress," she repeated. "Good girl." I rewarded her with several hard thrusts as the door opened and in stepped Mike and his two golf buddies, Steve and Alan. I heard the words "Holy shit" as they stood there watching us. By now Heather was so close to cumming, she wasn't even aware what was going on. I turned my head to smile at the guys and continued to pound away at Heather's sweet little cunt. Heather moaned louder and begged me to keep fucking her. I pulled and pinched the nipple clamps hard, twisting them cruelly. "Ohhhhhhh.....Mistress...I'm cummmminggg!!!!" Her whole body shook and shuddered as she came. I held on to her and kept the dildo buried deep inside her pussy as the orgasm wracked her beautiful body. I heard the men gasp at the force of her cumming. I held her for a while until it subsided then slowly withdrew the dildo and took it off. She slumped against the wall for minute. I turned to look at Mike and his friends. All three of them looked dumb-founded. I smiled and stood up. "Great timing," I grinned. Mike laughed at me and hugged me, pulling my naked body close to his. I could feel his hard cock against my leg. I pointed to Heather laying on the floor looking at us with wide eyes. "Well, guys, she's ready for you now!" Steve and Alan grinned broadly and unzipped their pants, freeing two very large and very hard cocks. I pulled my robe on and went over to Heather. "Ok, slut, now you have to work. Go over to these men and suck their cocks to start." Heather gave me a slightly frightened look but went over to Alan first and began to suck his cock. Using the techniques I showed her, she quickly brought moans from him. Mike and Steve looked on lustfully as she took all 8 inches of Alan into her mouth. Alan stood there and threw his head back and began to fuck her sweet mouth. I took a seat on the bed and watched as my slut pleasured Mike's friend. I noticed Steve stroking his cock and my eyes widened at the size of it. It had to be 10 inches. I licked my lips as I envisioned it buried in Heather's cunt and ass. My thoughts were interrupted as Alan began to moan loudly. I watched as he pulled her face tight to his cock. "Oh yeah, I'm cumming," he moaned. He shot his load into Heather's mouth and she swallowed every drop like a good girl. He released her head and sat back on a chair smiling. "Thank you, Diana." I laughed and told him the day wasn't over yet. Mike was next. Heather obediently took his cock into her mouth and sucked hard. I saw Mike grab her hand and place it on his balls and had her squeeze them as she sucked. Watching him get serviced by her made me horny and I realized I hadn't cum yet today. I rubbed my pussy a bit while I watched. By the time Mike spurted cum inside her mouth, I knew I was pretty wet. Steve was now ready for Heather, but I wanted to see that huge cock of his buried in her pussy instead of her mouth. "Would you like to fuck our slut, Steve" I asked coyly. Steve nodded vigorously. "Just tell her how you want it then," I said. Steve told her to get down on all fours as he was going to take her from behind, just like I did. She complied and got on her hands and knees, legs spread and ready for him. I held my breath as he entered her and she began to cry out at the size and pull away slightly. I went over to her and slapped her face. "You're going to take it, slut, or it'll hurt even more," I snarled. There were tears on her face, but she nodded. My slapping her made Steve more excited and he thrusted into her hard. She cried out again, but didn't move. Alan was hard again and decided he wanted to use her as well. He got in front of her and told her to start sucking his cock. She took him into his mouth and I sighed as I watched her get used from both ends. Mike knew I was incredibly horny at this time and came over to me on the bed. I opened my legs for him and he placed his cock there, teasing my lips. I begged for it inside me as I watched Steve grip Heather's ass and slam his huge dick into her. With each thrust, her mouth took more of Alan into her. Soon we were all moaning as the sweet sounds of fucking filled the air. I started to cum first as it became too much for me. My pussy gripped Mike's cock hard as I cried out in ecstasy. He groaned and soon I felt his hot seed spurt into me. He fell on top of me and I held him as I watched our slut bring both men to orgasm. Steve was first as he finally shot his load deep in our slut's young pussy. Alan soon followed shooting his all over her face and hair. And then finally Heather screamed out her second orgasm of the day, slumping on the floor. We all took a break for a bit. I let Heather clean herself up. She was clearly trained now and would willingly do whatever Mike and I asked her. The guys spent the next few hours using her to their liking. She was fucked in every hole more than once and she came several times herself. I got my wish and let Steve fuck me with that huge cock of his while Alan, Mike and Heather sucked and fondled my tits. By late afternoon we were all spent and the guys had to leave and get back to their wives or girlfriends. I weakly waved good-bye and collapsed on the bed. Heather and Mike snuggled up next to me and we took a brief nap. It was dark when I woke up to a hand on my breast. I opened my eyes to find Heather fondling it. I smiled and stroked her hair. "You're a good little slut now, Heather." She smiled. "Thank you Mistress." "Tomorrow we have to leave, so let's enjoy our last night together." She looked slightly sad, but we all knew it had to come to an end. I suggested we eat dinner and have some fun after. We woke up Mike and got ready for dinner and went out to the restaurant at the resort. Mike and I sat next her in a corner booth that was semi-private. I instructed her not to wear a bra or panties under her dress. Anyone could clearly see her nipples through the thin material and I noticed they were usually hard. During dinner, Mike or I would reach under the table and stroke her thighs. Occasionally we would move our hand up under her dress to touch her pussy. That would bring a little gasp from her and we would stop. I could tell she was getting increasingly horny. After the main course, I slowly slid my hand back up to her pussy but kept it there. I began to rub it and tease the lips apart. She was incredibly wet. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. A soft moan escaped her lips as I found her sensitive little nub and rubbed it. Mike reached over and put his hand under her dress to cup her tits. She responded by opening her legs wider to me. Although several people could see us, she didn't care. "What a slut you are, Heather," I whispered to her. "Yes, Mistress," she sighed dreamily as Mike and I caressed her. I watched Mike tweak and tease her nipples bringing louder moans from her. I suddenly withdrew my hand from her pussy and Mike pulled away also. Heather gasped and blinked at us. "I think Mike needs his cock to be sucked," I observed. Sure enough, his cock was very hard. He unzipped his shorts and freed it. No one could really see it except us. Heather looked at me wide-eyed. "Here?" "Yes, here, slut. Get on the other side of him and suck his cock!" I slid out of the booth to let her get out. She moved slowly with a look of embarrassment on her face. I didn't care. She knelt next to Mike on the bench of the booth and leaned over him to take his cock in her pretty little mouth. As soon as she did that, I hiked her dress up so her bare ass was on display to everyone. She stopped sucking and lifted her head to protest, but Mike pushed her head back down and kept it there. I sat back down and watched the show. As Heather went to work on Mike, several of her girlfriends walked by the table with a couple of boys. The stopped and gaped at her. I smiled at them. One of the girls looked at me. "Is that Heather?" "Oh yes." "She's so...so...slutty." Both the girls giggled and I noticed the boys were watching in fascination. Mike had his eyes shut was moaning softly now. "Yes, she is a true slut now. Would any of you like to use her?" Both the girls backed away a step and shook their heads, but their boyfriends were grinning. I could see that both of them had hard-ons growing inside their shorts. I motioned the taller of the two - who had long, blond hair and a beautifully tanned body - to use my slut. He said his name was Andy as he stepped over to stroke Heather's firm, smooth ass. My slut responded by a muffled gasp, but Mike continued to keep her head down --he was getting close. Andy took his cock out and rubbed the head along the crack of her ass. He was extremely stiff now and I watched with growing interest as he moved it down to her wet and waiting pussy lips. He didn't waste any time as he pushed it into her gaping hole. Heather cried out once, but still took him inside of her. Soon he was pumping away. I knew it wouldn't be very long until he came. He was in such an excited state. Mike looked up at me and smiled and within seconds he groaned as he came hard into Heather's mouth. She used that opportunity to lift her head up and moan loudly as Andy pounded away from behind. Cum was dripping down her chin from Mike, but she was so lost, she didn't care. Mike reached under her dress and tweaked her nipples again which succeeded in bringing her very close to cumming, but Andy beat her to it. At the last second, he pulled out of her and shot his load all over her ass. I couldn't believe how much cum he had in him. It coated her ass and ran down her thighs. She whimpered slightly with the sudden withdrawal and I knew she was desperate to cum. Andy zipped up and grinned at his friend Ian. Ian had a large mop of curly brown hair and a lean muscular body. It was apparent he also wanted a go at Heather. I smiled and nodded to him and we went to stand behind her. "Give it to her in her ass," I said, encouraging him. "My little slut loves that." He gave me a dazzling smile and brought his hard cock up to the entrance to Heather's asshole. She whined a bit as he eased it in and I suggested he put it in her pussy to get it a little lubricated. He slid it into her sopping pussy and did a few strokes before placing it in her asshole again. This time it eased into her. We all watched as his cock disappeared into her ass. Heather gasped as she took him. Ian hunched over Heather and began to assault her ass very hard. I could tell it wasn't completely pleasant for her, but then he reached under her and began to rub her clit. This brought shameless moans from our little slut as she begged him to rub harder. Ian only laughed. "What a slut you are," he hissed into her ear. "You like it up the ass, don't you?" Heather nodded her head but couldn't say anything more. She was getting pounded so hard, she could only gasp with each thrust. Ian went at it for a few more minutes and suddenly he tensed up and released his load in one long gasp right into my slut's ass. At the same time, Heather cried out that she was cumming. Everyone within earshot looked over at her and cheered. It was great. We figured it was time to go and Heather wanted to clean up first, but I wouldn't let her. She had cum all over her ass, face and legs by this time. She pulled her dress back down over her ass and sulked out of there with us. Several people nodded and smiled at us. I smiled back, proud of what she did tonight, but we weren't through with her just yet. I knew tomorrow we had to fly home and I felt a little sad at the thought of leaving. It had been a while since we got to train a slut as Heather and I would miss her. When we got back to the hotel room, I let her shower and clean up. I wanted my sluts to be clean when I played with them. When she was done, I had her lay on the bed and took out the ropes I used the previous night. I was going to use her well one more time. Mike and I tied her arms to the bedpost and then we bent her legs back so we could tie them to her arms. I asked her if she was comfortable, and she said it was ok for now. This position exposed both her holes and left her in a very vulnerable position. I knew we had to work fast because it would become very uncomfortable for her. Next, I found a silk scarf and used it to blindfold her. I assured her that it would be ok when she began to look frightened. I got my small vibe out and shoved it in her mouth so she could get it wet. I turned it on and inserted into her ass and left it there. She winced slightly as it went in probably because of the good ass-fucking she got from Ian. Lastly, I applied the nipple clamps to her already hard nipples. Mike and I stood there for a bit and admired our little slut all trussed up and ready to go. Mike let me go first. I got down on the bed and lowered my head over her pussy. I wanted to taste her so badly. My tongue snaked out and began to tease open her slit. Her lips were still puffy and already wet. I tasted her sweet nectar and moved my tongue around her slit and into her hole. She stiffened slightly and moaned. "Oh, Mistress, that feels soooo good." I said nothing and searched out her clit with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth. Her whole body shook. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she cried as her ass lifted up ever so slightly to push her cunt into my face. I inserted my finger into her hole and nibbled on her clit. Her juices were flowing now and I lapped them up as my tongue went to work on her. Her back arched up, her full breasts looking so tempting with the clamps on them. She was really enjoying herself now. I brought her very close to cumming then suddenly stopped. She gasped and lay still again. Sweat was forming on her brow from exertion. "You want to cum very badly, don't you, slut?" "Yessssss," she whined. I slapped her hard across the face. "What was that?" "Yes, Mistress." "That's better. Now what do you want us to do with you?" "I want to cum, please, Mistress. I want Mike to fuck me." The Tease I looked at Mike who already had his cock out and was stroking it to hardness. "She's all yours, sweetie." He smiled and knelt on the bed and teased her lips with his cock. I untied her legs and Mike held them by the ankles and placed them on his shoulder. I went over and straddled her face, facing Mike. My pussy was throbbing with excitement, not having cum that evening. I commanded her to start licking. Mike eased his cock in and out of her in long, slow strokes as her tongue began to lap and suck my pussy. It felt heavenly. I reached down and pulled lightly on her clamps. Each tug sent a shockwave through her body. She moaned against my pussy. "MMMM, yeah, that's it slut. Eat me." Mike laughed and we locked eyes as we totally used our slut to the fullest. I was getting close. "Ohhhhh, yes, slut. Make me cum so I can flood your face with it," I moaned. She responded by sucking my whole clit into her mouth. I began to tremble and pull harder on her nipple clamps. The two of us began to shake harder and finally I screamed out as I came hard, my cum flowing out of my pussy and into her mouth. Heather came at the same time, her whole body tensing beneath me, her cries somewhat muffled under me. "Oh fuck, you two," Mike gasped as watched us. "I'm gonna cum now too....." He slammed into Heather and held it. I leaned over and shoved my tongue into his mouth as he spent his load deep into her pussy. We were all trembling and shaking at this point. The last day had finally caught up to us. Once I had recovered, I untied Heather and kissed her deeply. She got dressed and we let her go back to her room. She thanked us many times for allowing her to be used by us. I hoped that someday we could meet again as she was finally the slut she knew she always was. The Tease You lie prone on the bed completely relaxed after your shower wearing only a pair of white silk boxers. Soft classical music plays in the background. Occasionally a breeze flutters through the sheer curtains and chills your bare skin. Suddenly humming accompanies the classical music and you realize that you are alone no longer. A small crooked smile spreads across your face and you lazily turn your head toward the direction of the sweet familiar voice. I enter the room freshly showered hair still wet wearing only an open untied robe. I busy myself moving my freshly laundered lingerie from a wicker basket into my top dresser drawer. You watch my every move savouring every glimpse of my body as I unselfconsciously move about the room singing all the time. Even just a half a second glimpse of the roundness of my breast or the softness of my stomach or the navel ring, clit ring and shaven pussy is worth the wait. I move about so freely seemingly not even noticing you’re in the room. I turn around toward you to retrieve a g-string that has fallen from the heap and as I lean down the entire front of my robe gapes open giving you a full view. As I stand back up after retrieving the lingerie my eyes meet the hungry eyes of you, my lover. Your sexually intense gaze is unmistakable as your eyes drink me in. You look down and realize the cause of your intensity; your cock is hard and throbbing. I simply smile back at you enjoying the affect I have had on you. "Sabrina honey, can you get that later?" Without answering your question I turn back to the laundry and slowly put the rest of it away continuing as if I had never been interrupted, but I am contemplating my next move. You continue, your gazing imagining just what you would like to do to me. I even more deliberately place each piece of lingerie in my dresser drawer allowing certain more pieces to dangle tantalizingly from my fingertips. Then slowly and casually I move toward the bed. I feel a draft through the window that makes my robe flutter open again and just before reaching the bed I move to close the window much to your frustration. As I approach the bed again, you roll over and reach your arms out to me shooting your sexually intense gaze at me. Letting me know that you’re hot and horny and wanting me to come to you now! (I love to tease you, paying you back for all the teasing you do to me) I sit on the bed next to you as you move to remove my robe. I stop you, "In such a hurry?" “Sabrina you are so beautiful. I need you now" you plead Your intense gaze takes on a little of a lost puppy dog look. I put my finger to your mouth and indicate for you to roll back over. You hesitate at first, but then willingly obey my wishes knowing that I must have something in mind and my plans never disappoint. I slowly start to massage your strong shoulders and the back of your neck. My soft hands are surprisingly strong. "Sabrina that feels so good" I take my time and move my hands massaging down your back squeezing firmly the sides of your waist and then lower around your hips. I press my hands hard against the base of your spine and just under the band of your boxers. I straddle my body over your legs so that I may put all my weight into the massage. "Oh God Sabrina that feels great." I then move down even lower under your boxers and start squeezing your cheeks. Soon the boxers have become too much of a nuisance and I gently tug them down as you lifts your hips and allows me to easily remove them. Once freed of them I she re-straddle your legs and lean over and teasingly lick the base of your back. You let out a groan. The sensation of my warm and wet pussy pressed against your leg and my soft tongue on your back and your increased sensitivity to my scent starts to drive you wild. You attempt to roll back over, but I stop you and hold your arms down to the bed. "Sab, I need to touch you" You plead. I softly respond "Not yet.” Still holding down your arms I lean over and more zealously lick and bite the flesh on your back. Finally confident that you will obey my wishes I releases your arms and once again massages your ass starting from the hips and then moving in and down toward your balls. I firmly and slowly almost torturously slowly massage the back of your thighs moving closer and closer to where you want me to be. You part your legs slightly to allow me greater access. You’re your groans increase in frequency. I gently bite your ass as my hands move to cup your balls and then slowly massage them. "Oh Sabby yes . . .yes. I want you" You attempt to roll over and this time I permit you to. Your erection springs up much to my delight as you release it from underneath yourself and I continue massaging and then sucking your balls and then running my finger from between the balls and up and under your shaft. Back and forth I move my finger as you almost involuntarily grab at my breasts hanging from the robe. You squeeze them and then tug at my hard nipples. I slowly draw my mouth from the base of your shaft to the sensitive head kissing, sucking, and licking every inch of your hardness. Your hands make their way from my breasts to my head. "Sabrina take it all take it all" My wetness is soaking your leg now and my scent is overwhelming you. I eagerly engulf your entire erection with my mouth until you feel the tightness of my throat around the tip. You thrust against my mouth as I suck you’re hard on and continues to fondle your balls. In and out you move the wave of pleasure overwhelming you. Your legs start to tremble and you feel the cum pulsing in your hard balls. I suck and lick even harder holding the base tighter and squeezing your balls more firmly unable to wait much longer for your delicious explosion. "Give it to me . . . I want it now. I want you to cum in my mouth.” With one last strong thrust against my mouth you explode with a roar releasing almost all you’re cum in one powerful shot. I greedily swallow your cum as your cock spurts out the little remains and then I lick up the excess not missing a drop. I slide my body up your and passionately attack your mouth. I relentlessly probe your mouth with my tongue not for a moment letting the intensity decrease with my slick hot pussy now soaking my belly. Almost having to free yourself from my mouth you insist on moving your mouth lower as you roll me on my side saying clearly to me in our own private language "your turn.” You then move me on my back my robe falling to the bed completely exposing my body to you. Your lusty kisses move down my neck as I sigh and then across my shoulder blade and then you cup my left breast and at first gently kisses the nipple and then attempt to sucks at the entire breast. You move to the right breast and give it similar attention and then move lower. Your kisses and licks move to my naval and then around the soft roundness of my stomach. My soft sighs have turned to gentle moans as your lips move down toward my soaked pussy. You gently kiss the top of the area as you massage my soft inner thighs. My moan increases in volume as I spread my legs slightly more for you. Your mouth moves to my inner thighs, which you kiss, and ever so gently bite. Soon I can feel your tongue on my lips. You slowly lick my lips savouring the taste. "Mmmm Sabrina . . . so good". You spread my thighs a little wider and then teasingly touch the tip of your tongue to my throbbing begging clit. My entire body convulses at the touch. "Oh my God baby" breathlessly escapes my lips. Your tongue continues sliding in and out of my wet folds and then quickly plunges into my vagina and then up and over my clit again, but this time more aggressively and satisfying. My body spasms again, as I grab for the mattress, and then grab for your head. "oooooooOOOO" I almost scream. You continue to plunge your tongue into my pussy and then tightly up and over my clit in a quickening rhythm amazingly your tongue seems to go deeper each time. I am becoming dizzy with pleasure. Every nerve ending on my body seems to be at attention and my body is awash with warm tingles. The pleasurable sensations overwhelm me and soon I feel completely weightless. The shocks just spread and spread seeming to never stop. I continue to float and soon there is something different . . . a different sensation and then your gasping mouth is over my own gasping mouth. Your slightly damp from perspiration body is briefly pressed against my heaving chest. Then I realize that my hips are grinding rhythmically against yours as your hard cock slides in and out of me. You lift me back slightly as you finally free me of the robe. The only sounds I hear now are my own ragged breathing and that of you my lover and the sound of my pussy eagerly taking you in. We move together as one for what seems to be a most amazing eternity. I tighten and relax my pelvic muscles in order to increase your pleasure as you being pleased please me. Your response to this is immediately indicated by his louder groans and almost growls. You lovingly run your hand through my still damp hair and kisses against my lips between gasps "Oh Sabrina . . ..” Our movements quicken to a frenzied pace. I feel completely dizzy and almost ready to pass out as my body begins to convulse uncontrollably. Your hands continue to fervently explore my body and each placement of your hands seems to, if possible further ignite my fire within. "Oh my God, OH MY GOD, you feel so . . . so good" I scream out filling the room with deafening moans. You thrusts even deeper and harder and then finally erupts. “Baby”! I scream out as your hot cum fills my pussy. You collapse on top of me and for a moment we are both completely spent and lifeless. You slowly start to kiss my lips and face to help bring me down safely. I continue to gasp for breath and then pull your mouth to mine as if I may be able to receive oxygen from you. I desperately try to revive myself and soon my breathing starts to slow and a sense of complete tranquillity and well-being encompasses me. I wrap my arms tightly around you and you continue to tenderly kiss every inch of my face and neck and wipe away the tears of ecstasy on my cheeks. The Tease After the long drive, he walked into the hotel, mostly nervous from the traffic and a hard days work, but calming down some. The long drive had given him time to think maybe too much time, thoughts of things that could never be raced through his mind. Things he dared not speak aloud and he prayed that he did not talk in his sleep. Though for now he slept alone, that was not always the case. Everything thing about her made him ache deep inside. It had been forever since they'd last seen each other, would time have calmed their carnal instincts? He didn't know, but there was no time now to think about such things. He hadn't driven two hours to walk away now, even if he could. She had told him to meet her in the lobby of her hotel. Even from that it sounded a little seedy. He approached the stairs, he felt drunk, almost as if in a dream world. He took one step at a time, slowly he thought, no reason for him to make a fool of himself, at least not yet. Observing the room, studying it, examining each face for the one woman he was looking for. By the top of the stairs he had closely taken note of every businessman, every "know-it-all" in the fancy yet over priced hotel. All bars seem to share one thing in common he thought as he smiled drunks. Still nothing, she had said the main lobby, why had he turned into the bar he thought and he laughed again, thinking because I need a drink, maybe a quick one before I see her wouldn't hurt. Then he heard his name, like the sound of angels, he heard his name, and he turned quickly, almost to quickly to see a strange woman sitting in a little window alcove. The light reflecting off her hair was almost magical; ‘wow’ he thought to himself, if all else fails, this could be interesting. Then, as if you could hear the gears ticking in his head, she smiled softy, her eyes seemed to engulf him, her face which he had memorized and played back in his minds-eye a thousand times. Her hair was just below the shoulder, and rich darker red, the dress she wore was black, low cut in the front, and a split up the leg, he was sure if he followed it closely he would find heaven. That smile he thought, then it occurred to him how long he might have been standing there. It was a big change, he had always been parcel to blondes, and of course as all men it seems, long hair was a major plus. There was something about this though, it intrigued him, and made him think again about what he was doing. It was almost as if he were meeting a complete stranger. She asked him if he’d like a drink, she was having a drink so he thought why not, he looked for the bartender who had obviously left her station. He returned to his sit and they began to talk. It had been along time since they had seen each other, over a year. They had emailed and talked on the phone for a few minutes but nothing more really. Yet, the picked up like they had they had never missed a beat. He loved that about her, she stirred so many emotions in him. She was beautiful, inside and out. He thought to himself, she will always be there, that made him a little more comfortable. He had had his share of one nightstands and even, though not to seem conceded; a few times where that was all the ladies wanted. Sometimes that was ok, but not now, he needed to be appreciated and made to laugh. Yes, he was in it for him, if it benefited her great, but he was looking out for number one. She smiled and leaned towards him, ‘How have you been?’ she asked. Trying to keep his eyes focused on hers without seeming too obvious where his eyes were really looking he replied, ‘Fine’ and smiled. His seemingly acceptable response to her question gave him time to look her in the eye and internally reprimand his eyes for wandering downward towards her perfect cleavage. The low cut dress left enough to the imagination to keep it running for a while, but even the most unobservant male couldn’t help but notice the white lace bra, which concealed yet revealed her smooth skin and cut nicely across her bosom. They talked for a few moments, as he nervously looked around, at this point desperate for that drink. She had finished hers but he had yet begun to drink. He would need a considerable amount of alcohol this evening he thought to himself to remain calm and if all restraint failed he could, in theory blame at least some of it on the booze. The table was small but workable, as they talked for a while, he tended to cross his legs in the more female tradition, he had given up on the, I am man hear me roar, conventional way of the ‘figure four’ and settled to what was comfortable. As he rearranged his legs she felt she would too. She turned to the side and as she lifted her leg to cross the other the split in the dress made it’s way clear exposing her finely shaped thigh. At this point he couldn’t help but stare. Frozen in time the thoughts that ran through his mind, dropping to his knees and gently caressing and kissing the uncovered area. Moving his hand upward… He got the feeling someone was staring at him. Snapped back to reality a quick and well-timed joke covered the moment of silence. She had to know he thought to himself, she was doing this on purpose. She knew his desire for her; she knew his inner fantasies. She was teasing him, and doing so very well. He could hardly move and she knew it. Was it a mind game tonight? Was this the beginning of a torrid night of passion? Probably not, but remaining the semi gentleman he claimed to be and that his mother had raise, dinner would be the first manner of business, and it was something to keep his mind occupied. It would be almost impossible for him to daydream while walking down the city streets as they looked for a place to eat. She paid her bill, he was going to buy her first drink of their evening together, but she put it on the room before he could interject his intentions so he played it off nicely. They headed for the stairs out of the lobby slash bar area of the hotel, and out to the city streets. They really couldn’t have asked for a better day for their outing the sun was setting slowly as it does on a warm spring day and the city streets offered shade from the evening glare. They proceeded down the street, laughing and talking of everything little thing as their evening journey moved forward. She placed her arm around him pulling him close, he smiled as he returned the sweet gesture, and as they regained there distance her hand moved slowly down his back and pitched his butt. He made a whooping sound more as a tension breaker and thanked her; she laughed in a girlish sort-of-way, which all in all wasn’t her style. He began to wonder what he was doing here. She was everything he’d ever wanted and knew he could never have. She was intelligent, beautiful and a wit that would make even the sharpest of knives jealous. She was happily married though, or so he had been led to believe, and as for him, he was in a relationship, which was sure to lead to marriage and all the other wonderful things in life. Yet here they were, flirting with each other like it was their last days of life. Thoughts of the people it might hurt where totally gone. No one could find them here, no one would see them, there was nothing to loose and only their on personal satisfaction to gain. They could for once be themselves together without the prying eyes of friends and neighbors. Freedom can go to your head sometimes. This was one of those times, he thought. He placed his arm round her again, pulling her close as she put her head on his shoulder. They looked at each other and gently kissed. It wasn’t a story book kiss but one of true emotion, one of hope and caring. His thoughts about the kiss lasted longer than the kiss itself, but it was well worth the extra effort to him. He wondered what she thought about when she kissed him; did it move her as much as it did him? Now was no time to ask food was in order and neither could decide. They tried to find a place to eat but couldn’t really decide they finally stopped at an overly fancy restaurant. As they ordered both began to realize that maybe the burger joint down the street would have offered more satisfaction than the meals they had decided on, but live and learn they thought. They talked held hands and generally enjoyed each others company, but soon it would be time to depart. Their love of a good cup of coffee led them back to the hotel, not that a good cup was to be found there but his car was and the city streets offered little selection, so they got into the car and exited the hotel in search of latte’ satisfaction. The drive was far from quiet, both talking away catching up on all the old news and stuff going on in their lives. As they drove the little gasoline light reminded him of how much he had wanted to see her, as he failed to stop for it on the way down. Pulling into the nearest station he began to pump the gasoline and she opened her door catching his attention and giving him a sultry look then motioning a kiss, he returned the favor and winked with a smile. After riding around for a while the conversation moving along nicely with only the occasional moment of silence, she crossed her legs again letting the dress fall to the way side. He noticed a scratch and the conversation continued from there. All he could think in his mind was how much he wanted to touch her, and to feel her body against his. Hoping he wasn’t over stepping his bounds and thinking the moment was right he reached over and placed his hand on her leg. Silky soft and firm he gently massaged it for a moment ready to remove it at the first sign she was uncomfortable. The sign never came but driving in a relatively straight line did. He removed his hand and proceeded to drive with both hands. An hour later realizing that neither of them knew enough about this city to find a good cup of coffee they returned to her hotel room, and ordered room service. She walked around the room with grace and he studied her every move. This was the only really noticeable awkward moment for the night, not too bad considering how long they had been apart, and all the teasing that had been going on that evening. Everything about her was beauty, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her lips again, to hold her close to him, even to make love to her. She motioned as if her neck hurt and he offered to rub her neck and back. She agreed and asked where he would like her to position herself. He looked around the small room and told her the bed, she looked at him and he knew he had messed up. She saw the troubled look on his face and moved towards the bed against her better judgement it seemed. She lay down and he began to rub her neck and back, to say it felt tense would be an understatement he thought. Her hair he moved to the side though she never got comfortable, her eyes never closed as the use to when he would rub her back and soon after he stopped. Obviously nervous she stood up and looked at him. ‘I’m going to change into something more comfortable”, she said and moved to the dresser to find what she wanted to wear. She picked with him again saying he would now get to see what she slept in. He gazed over at her with a wicked smile on his face while she was still rummaging through her evening attire. ‘I don’t have anything sexy to sleep in’, she stated. He thought to himself just waking up to her would be more than sexy enough, but didn’t say anything aloud. She returned from the bathroom, in her oversized men’s pajama’s which he found to be quite adorable. Here was the sensuous woman, dressed in clothes big enough to fit two of her in. Yet, that face and though the cloth gave no hint of the tight body that lie beneath, he knew what was beneath, and that’s all he need know. They talked for a while still chatting over all the things going on in there lives the occasional touch was expected. Sometimes they went out of their way to be close to each other, close enough to feel the others skin, and for him to smell her, and how sweet she smelled even after a long day at work. He lay on his back, on the bed again, just trying to get comfortable; she approached him and began to touch his chest. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her warm touch. To feel her touching him was like heaven. She undid a button he looked at her surprised, she said she only wanted a peek. She already knew she could do anything she wanted to him and there would be no objections. Maybe that was the issue, he was hers and she knew it. She could have him anytime she wanted, any way she wanted. She knew this, and he probably should have played a little hard to get. It wasn’t long before she returned to her chair across the room and slowly sipped her coffee. He stood up and leaned against the bedpost and the conversation continued. The large pajama shirt even buttoned to the top exposed her white lace bra and he occasionally would glance downward towards her breasts as she and he talked. The bra cut over the top of her chest nicely and the cleavage was hard to turn away from. He had left his shirt open hoping to temp her with his bare chest, tan from the sun and tanning bed. His stomach wasn’t even too much trouble to hold in as the job had shaped him up pretty well over the last month or so prier to their time together that night. He had started some rant about the current situation at work when she walked towards him spreading apart his shirt, she place her arms around him. Kissing him gently on the neck slowly moving her way around, biting his neck and then his ear. All these things she knew exactly what it would do to him. In fact it wouldn’t be unfair to say she was pushing her luck with him. His mind was racing as her heated breath covered his neck he put his arms around her and pulled her to him and they kissed. Passionate as he remembered, maybe even more so, never had such a pleasurable pain consumed him, until she pulled away. Almost more then he could take, she pulled away from him and returned to her seat, an evil little grin on her sweet face. Little did she know how close she was to pushing him over the edge, only with the greatest of restraint was he able to hold himself back from taking her into his arms and pulling her on to the bed. No, he knew he could never do that to her, no matter how much he wanted to. He respected her more than any other person he had known. She was no push over, no matter how much she could pretend to be when she wanted too. He would never do anything to her that would make her feel threatened. He valued her opinion of him too much. The ball was totally in her court, they both had much to loose, but he would not press her, he would not push her, she would have to come to him willingly. He moved behind her, set down her lighter and though her eyes follow him for a second she finally turned to where he could get at her soft neck, he moved her hair aside and began to kiss softly. Then treating her much like she treated him he began to kiss her and run his fingers through her hair. When this became too much for him he retreated. She set the runs for the game they would play tonight. He would go only as far as she was comfortable with, and no further. He didn’t want to upset her, nor would he give even one reason for her to mistrust him. His fantasies about her would hold him until she decided it was right. Maybe they would never be together again. He didn’t really know but it made him feel better that she would like to see him again, and had he pushed his luck, she might never want to again. He kneeled in front of her resting his head on her leg, his arms stretched over her legs he massaged then as the talked. Moving upwards he massaged her thighs moving in and out over her loose pajamas. He quickly realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them, he commented and she told him that she hadn’t all day. His thoughts drifted back to the long black dress and the split up the dress to her thigh, it was almost like physical pain struck him. She was arching her feet upwards, though he really wasn’t sure why, if she was comfortable that was cool with him, he thought more of just moving in to kiss her, so he did. Their kisses where always passionate, always heated, but she knew what she was doing he hoped, she knew how to bring out the animal in him and she pushed every button to get him started. They kissed again and again; she squeezed him hard between her legs. He moved upwards even more pulling her towards him and the edge of the chair. He wanted her so bad the ache in his loins was almost more than he could bear. The moment heated up even more he couldn’t help himself any longer as he buttoned her night shirt she moved even closer biting and kissing even more intensely on his neck. He reached behind her and unbuttoned her bra, lifting it upward to release her breast into his cupped hand. One of the topics of conversation earlier that night had been about her breast and breast in general. She really didn’t see the big deal, she had seen many at workout and couldn’t really understand the attraction. Then again, she had never seen her breast through his eyes. They were even more perfect than he remembered them to be. Firm round, but soft to the touch and as he lower his lips to her nipple she moaned softly. Embracing it he moved his tongue over her nipple. He was quick about it; though he could have spent literally hours on each breast and still never grown tired of them. He knew it wouldn’t be long before she regain herself and realized what she was doing, what she was risking. He was right, she pulled away from him she stood up and moved away. He turned to the chair and sat down. Still wanting her to give in to her desires, and to him. It wasn’t to be that night though no matter how much he wished. She was a good person, another thing that attracted him to her, but she was human too. He tried to comfort her as best he could and let her know that it was alright, he would not push her anymore that night. There were times during the conversation that he pushed but not as hard as he would have normally. He knew it was time to go he knew that he would have to leave no matter how much he wanted to stay with her. She wouldn’t allow him to stay with her; she wouldn’t have him sleeping next to her. The night holds many mysteries and this would be one of them. How she slept would be on his mind that night was she warm, was she comfortable. Was she okay with what had happened although in his mind not nearly enough. As he departed he wished her a good night and couldn’t help but tease her one more time, running his hand softly brushing between her legs. She whispered how bad he was as he left, he motioned one last kiss goodnight. She turned and closed the door. The drive home was long and gave him time to think about what had happened and more over what hadn’t. He hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far, he hoped she hadn’t pushed herself. Maybe one day they would be together again, neither knew when and really neither knew if they would ever hold each other again so close. He only hoped.