0 comments/ 45200 views/ 7 favorites All Day Tease Ch. 01 By: shapeshifter37 My stories are based in reality and on real experiences. So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5'8", she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she won't be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy attire. She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn or red, and very sexy, full lips. I'm not going to say she'd be a Penthouse Pet next week, but Kelly is a very good looking woman and gets compliments from all my friends. The story I'm relating here actually took place about three years ago, although we've had repeats a couple of times. I should start be mentioning that although Kelly is not a regular smoker, she would enjoy a cigarette socially from time to time even before I met her. Shortly into our relationship I told her about the smoking fetish and she has regularly included smoking as part of our sex life since then. I have a very strong preference for all whites, which she indulges by making Marlboro Light 100's her brand of choice. For years, I had fantasized about coming home from work one day to find Kelly waiting to seduce me, cigarette in hand. I dreamed of her smoking all day long, occasionally masturbating, while I had to work knowing what was going on at home. Eventually, I decided to take a risk and sat down at the computer one night. I started typing her two letters. One I put into an envelope and sealed, and the other I wrapped around that envelope and put inside another envelope. The outer one explained that inside the second envelope, she would find a special fantasy that I wanted her to fulfill for me. She was not to open the second envelope unless she agreed to do whatever she found inside of it, no questions asked. The next morning, a Saturday, I left the envelope on my pillow next to her as I headed to work. She was still fast asleep. At about 11:00 a.m., I got a telephone call at work. It was Kelly. "I opened the envelope," she told me simply, and hung up. I smiled in pleasure and experienced an immediate erection. I'll paraphrase the letter now (I can't remember it word for word anymore): Hi honey, I've wanted to have you do this for the longest time, but never been bold enough to ask. I'm glad you've agreed to fulfill my fantasy today. Today I want you to be my sexy smoker. I know we do this during sex sometimes, but this is different. I want you to go to the convenience store and buy a pack of cigarettes. I know we have a few, but you'll need more. On your way home, light one and smoke the whole way back. From there on, I want you to imagine that you are a regular smoker and to smoke frequently, all day long. At your leisure, I want you to pick out a sexy outfit to wear for me, and do your makeup really hot. I want you to fuck yourself with your dildos during the afternoon while you watch one of our porn tapes, and think about how crazy I'll be going at work during all of this. When I get home, I want you to treat me to the hottest sex we've ever had while hinting to me all of the delicious things you've been doing. I know I told you by opening this you agreed to do everything, but I won't hold you to it if you don't want to. If you decide to go ahead, simply call me at work and say "I opened the envelope" - nothing else, I want you to pretend this is totally normal and nothing out of the ordinary. But you can call me during the afternoon to chat a couple times if you want... I love you. So you can imagine why I was so excited, knowing that she was going along with it all. For the next couple of hours I was barely able to concentrate as I imagined Kelly fulfilling my desires: lying on the couch and reading with a cigarette in her hand, smoking while putting on her eyeshadow, taking a drag as she shoved a 12" dildo into her neatly trimmed pussy... She called me twice during the afternoon acting completely normal, and asking how my day was going. The first time I could distinctly hear her inhaling and exhaling as she smoked a cigarette near the phone; the second time, I couldn't hear any sign of smoking, until right at the end of the conversation when I was saying goodbye, I heard the click of a lighter through the earpiece. It took her a second to breathe out before she said goodbye also. I got downright weak in the knees at that point and had a terribly difficult time concentrating on anything business related. Some of my employees even asked if I was sick, considering how distracted and "away" I seemed! Finally 5:30 came along and I was ready to go home for the day. My anticipation was soon rewarded and then some... The first thing I noticed when I opened my front door was the strong aroma of fresh cigarette smoke. I could even see a faint blue haze hanging in the air. Every nerve was on fire as I heard Kelly call me from the bedroom. "Hi honey, come in here for a minute!" I crossed the room and opened the door to our bedroom. Kelly lay on the bed in a skin tight white T shirt through which her black lace bra could be clearly seen. It was very sexy and very slutty. She was wearing a pair of 4" black heels that I like, and had no panties on. In her hand was a half smoked cigarette, which she put between her dark red lips as soon as she saw me. While she took a long drag, I noticed that the bedroom television was playing a double penetration porn film that we enjoy, and that a thick, obviously wet dildo was sitting next to her hip. Kelly exhaled in my direction as she stood and approached me. She wrapped both of her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers, where she met me with a hot, open-mouthed kiss. I could taste the smoke and smell it as she breathed into my mouth while sliding her tongue around inside my mouth. She let one hand slip down to gently brush against my rigid cock as we disengaged. "I've been waiting for you to get home," she pouted to me before taking another drag. Exhaling in my face, she continued, "as you can see." She nodded towards the dildo while pulling my hand into her wetness. I could feel how hot and slick her cunt was, and it was obvious she'd been working the big dildo inside herself for some time, since her normally tight cunt was somewhat looser than normal. Kelly pulled me to the bed and sat me on the edge. I noticed the ashtray on the bedside table as I sat down; a quick count found 9 cigarette butts in it, not counting the one in her hand. Some had lipstick smudges and some didn't. Kelly caught me looking and leaned in close to my ear. I could feel her lips touching my earlobe as she spoke. "You caught me. I know I'm not supposed to really be smoking, but I wanted a cigarette when I had my coffee...and then again while I took a bath...and later while I was reading a magazine...and then after doing my makeup...and of course after I came from using that giant dildo you bought me. And a few more times..." She pulled away and looked me right in the eye while taking a long drag on her dwindling cigarette. Then, without exhaling, she brought her lips directly to mine and began kissing me. I could taste the smoke much more strongly now, and as she parted my lips with her tongue she slowly exhaled into my mouth while we kissed. Slowly breaking away, she slid down onto her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants. Free now, my rock hard erection pointed straight up. Kelly slowly lowered her crimson lips around my 8" shaft and sucked most of its length into her mouth. She can't actually deep throat me, and rarely even tries, but I was quite satisfied when her normal supplemental handjob was delivered this evening with a cigarette in her right hand. She sucked on the first few inches of my cock for a couple of minutes, stroking from the base up with her right hand and pausing twice to take drags from the cigarette and exhale around my shaft. All too soon, she stood and put out her finished cigarette and lay down on the bed. However, she immediately lit another cigarette and breathed the smoke into her lungs. "Fuck my mouth," she ordered me. I leaned over her in the bed, still standing, and pushed my cock between her moist lips. The position was awkward, but it was erotic as hell to be thrusting my hips forward to get as much of my dick into her mouth as possible while she smoked a cigarette and moaned softly. Soon I noticed that her free hand was busy between her legs. She had taken the dildo from beside her and shoved it inside her cunt. She has complained to me, from time to time, that the 12" long, 2" thick cock was too big to be comfortable, but today she couldn't get enough of it. We continued like this for a few more minutes before she yanked the dildo out of her snatch and pulled me down on top of her. I rubbed my cock against her slick pussy lips and impaled her entirely with a single hard thrust. She was so wet that I could feel my thighs getting sticky where they touched hers. I started fucking her with long, deep strokes and her hips rose to meet me each time. Throughout this, she smoked her cigarette beneath me, occasionally pulling me down for a smoky french kiss. The anticipation of the entire day, along with the hot sex now, was not going to allow me to last very long. As she crushed out her finished cigarette, I turned her over onto her hands and knees and again plunged my rod into her steamy depths. I began fucking her hard and fast, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against me with each thrust. After no more than 20 or so strokes, I felt my balls clench up and shot several spurts of hot come into her clenching pussy. I was exhausted from the excitement and collapsed next to her on the bed. To my surprise, I heard the click of the lighter as she lit another cigarette. "I thought you'd be finished now that I came," I said to her. "I know," she replied, "But I've never had an 'after-sex' cigarette before, and it seemed appropriate." And she snuggled into my arm and we both enjoyed her post-sex smoking bliss. ********** All Day Tease Ch. 01 In which Rob, a college teacher in his 30s is teased first by a student and then by an increasing number of beautiful women as the day progresses. ************************************** Chapter 1 - 3:00 AM to 1:00 PM - The Morning in which we are introduced to Rob and each of the ladies he will encounter, as they all get ready for the day ahead. ******** Chapter 2 - 1:30 PM to 3:00 PM - The College. (Ali) in which Ali teases her teacher Rob during class, and afterwords invites him to meet her later that night. ******** Chapter 3 - 3:30 PM to 6:30 PM - The Mall. (Nikki, Becca, Ashley) in which Rob goes to the mall to her some clothes to wear for his date, and is "adopted" for the day by Becca and Nikki. ******** Chapter 4 - 6:30 PM to 9:00 PM - The Fantasy Club. (Ali, Stephanie) in which Rob goes to the address Ali gave him, and finds it is an underground erotic club. Ali's co-worker Stephanie keeps Rob occupied until Ali is finished with work. ******** Chapter 5 - 9:30 PM to 12:30 AM - The Dance Club. (Ali, Steph, Becca, Nikki, Britney and Sasha, Ashley) in which Ali and Stephanie take Rob out to a nightclub, and there they meet Becca, Nikki and a few of their girlfriends. ******** Chapter 6 - 1:00 AM to 3:00 AM - The Penthouse. (Nikki, Britney, Sasha, Ashely and Jenny) in which Rob goes back to the top-floor apartment of some of the girls, and finally finds release from his day of constant teasing. **************** Chapter 1 - The Morning 1.0 - 3:00am Rob - 36 years old After a half-hour of half-hearted effort, Rob closed his laptop in frustration. He was a little drunk, and a lot horny, and none of the porn he was finding online was doing it for him. It was all gonzo, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, no subtlety or teasing or seduction. There was nothing in the world that turned Rob on more than a beautiful woman, dressed in revealing clothing, slowly teasing and tormenting the men around her. It seemed all the girls at the college where he taught were beautiful, and they all dressed in a way to show off their natural charms. They haunted his thoughts day and night, distracting him as he tried to teach and keeping him up at night, stimulating his imagination into lascivious fantasies. Real life never quite measured up to his dreams. He had been single ever since moving to town, going out on a few dates but nothing serious. Oh well ... at least he would get to see Ali one last time tomorrow, when she came in to make up that test. Ali was in his senior level American history class, and she was a top ten to be sure. It had gotten increasingly harder to keep his lectures coherent as the semester progressed, with the wether getting warmer and the girls clothing getting smaller. Ali was no exception, in fact she always seemed to be a bit ahead of the other girls in terms of dressing for the summed. Last week she had worn a breezy little sundress, orange and red with flowers on it that cling to her curves as she moved. Short as the night in summer, it showed off virtual miles of smooth tanned skin, capped below by a pair of black strappy heeled sandals. Her toenails had been a bright orange. He wondered how that color might taste. With Ali's legs walking circles through his brain, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. 1.1 - 6:00am Jenny - 18 years old Jenny opened her eyes a full hour before her alarm went off. She was a night owl, and it usually took a few drowsy slaps of the 'snooze' button to do the trick. Not today - today she was too excited to sleep. Today was her eighteenth birthday! And tonight she was going to dance and party all night long. The party was at Marianne's, and everyone would be there - even Jordan. She had been carrying a torch for him since 9th grade, but he never seemed to be interested. But tonight was her night - tonight she would catch his eye. She just needed the right outfit. Should she wear her shiny black stretch pants? Or no - it should be her canary yellow lowcut dress, with her baby blue polka dot bra underneath, to make her cleavage really pop. What boy could resist that? She pictured Jordan's face and smiled, and thought of holding Jordan in her arms. For a moment, Jenny imagined Jordan's cock sliding back and forth over the middle of her polka-dot bra, pushing her breasts out on either side, the head hitting her tongue each tine he thrust forward. The thought excited her almost enough to make up for the long hours of school and work in between. Jumping out of bed, she shrugged out of her boyshorts pajamas and scampered towards the shower. 1.2 - 7:00am Britney - 20 years old Britney shut off the hot water and let the shower run cold for a few seconds before reaching for her fluffy pink towel and stepping out. Her skin tingled from the combination of her peppermint soap and the cold water. Her full brown curls dripped water as she dried herself off, and then tied the towel up around the dripping wet mess. She grabbed a second towel and dried off the rest of her. Her uniform hung on back of her closet door - a short skirt with full red and white pleats and a full fitted top with the school letters across the chest. She looked at the white granny-panty briefs that were her uniform underwear. She hated them. Not only did it feel like she was wearing diapers, but they were also totally not sexy. Plus she preferred the cool feel of silk or satin, down there. Not to mention, with a skirt as short as that was, there would be plenty of opportunities to show off something bright and colorful, down there. This way why she always wore her uniform all day on game days, rather than changing in the locker rooms. She'd take the long way to the fields today, through the library and admin buildings, with maybe a stop in the computer lab to let them check her out, ahem, to check her email. A few weeks ago, she pretended to have a computer virus, claiming that she had found naked pictures on her desktop. Oh they were there all right. Because she had put them there. And they were pictures of herself, from an unofficial modeling session from last year. A few of her in a silver bikini and many more with the bikini on the floor beside her. She had gone in (in uniform of course) and asked a nerdy looking guy at a table in the back if he would help her with the "virus". Her hand idly played with the pleats of her cheer skirt, drawing his gaze. One look at the tanned thighs peeking out and his attention was complete. The look on his face when he opened the folder with the pictures was unbelievable. She had set the thumbnail size to be the biggest, showing just 8 pictures on the whole screen. And they were all of her - two in the bikini, and the others stark naked, except for a pair of silver high heels. The boy kept looking back and forth from the screen to Brittany right next to him, in shock at what he was seeing. She actually saw his pants pole up in the space of a few heartbeats. "But, that's, uh, that girl is, um," he stammered. "What?" she squeeked. "That's you!", he finally got out. "No silly that's not me." The thumbnail at the very top showed her with the bikini top untied and half off, and Brittany was smiling at the camera while licking one painted fingertip. Brittany made exactly the same pose in the computer lab, bringing her finger up to her mouth and sucking on it slightly. It was UNMISTAKABLY her in the photos. "But, I guess she does kind of look like me," she said. The boy could do nothing but nod. She stopped licking her finger and touched it to the tip of his nose. "Can you just please make them go away?" she oozed at him. Thoroughly confused, but seriously aroused, he deleted the images and handed her laptop back. "Oh thank you!" She flung her arms around him and kissed him not on the lips but on the ear, sticking her tongue in ever so quickly. She pulled back as a shudder ran though him. "Do you want to give me your email address, in case the virus comes back?" she asked in parting, and he hurriedly handed her his card. Promising him she would email if any more pics appeared, she flounced away, privately deciding to repeat this act in a month or two, maybe with dirtier pictures. Maybe if she felt adventurous she'd sneak back into the lab and pose around his computer table, maybe masturbate with his mouse, just to see the reaction when he looked at the shot. But that was for the future. Let's see, who else could she tease today? It had been the Dungeons and Dragons club last week on game day, in the back of the library. She has set up on a bench seat near them, with a Taschen coffeetable book about high heels. She lounged on the bench and brought her feet up beside her with the book on her thighs. Her pose let half of the game table see her semi-seethru panties, clear as day. Oh, the looks on their faces ... She stayed for about fifteen minutes, then got up and sauntered off, casually dropping the book of shoes on the boy's gaming table as she swept past. Anyway, she couldn't get them again today, it was too soon. They wouldn't enjoy it as much of she came by EVERY week - this way they would dream about her, and only want her more. What other easy opportunities were there between the parking lot and the locker room? Aha - the physical plant building! Older men were a favorite of hers - it seemed all she had to do was beam her thousand-watt smile at a guy her dad's age and he would start to breathe faster. It was settled then. She'd go the long way up from the student parking lot, up all those steps by the faculty lots, and pop into the Physical Plant office to borrow a pencil. And then drop that pencil. And then bend over right at the waist to pick up that pencil. She grinned wide, and headed back to her bedroom. 1.3 - 8:00am Sasha - 21 years old Sasha was fast asleep, sprawled out across her comforter. A roach was in the ashtray, long dead, and the room smelled faintly of smoke. It had been a wild crazy night, going late into the early morning, and she had only been home for a few hours. In fact she had not even finished undressing from the party before she passed out. Her skirt was no where to be seen, but she still had on rich purple panties with little skull and crossbones all over them. A matching bra lay a little ways away on the bed. Her fingers and toes were painted to match the same purple hue of her underwear, and her plastic star earrings of the same bright color stood out against the deep black luster of her hair. She would not wake until well into the afternoon. Last night had been crazy, even by her standards. There had been a DJ there, and Sasha had settled on him as her target. She had danced her way to the front of the floor, right in front of his table, and there she stayed, gyrating to the music and shooting simmering glances toward the DJ. She knew that his raised platform offered him an excellent view down her cleavage, so she shook Soon she was on her knees under the DJ table and while he spun tracks, she was slowly biting the crotch of his leather pants, running her tongue and teeth over the pulsing bulge that was his hardening cock. As the next song started, and he dropped his left hard down to play with her hair, Sasha lifted up her head and started to suck eagerly on his fingers. One hand came around to tend that bulge, which was getting bigger every second, pushing hard against the tight leather. His free arm was pumping the sky, and the music thundered all around her. Her rich purple lips began to rise into a smile as she disappeared deeper into the recollection ... 1.4 - 9:00am Stephanie - 26 years old Stephanie took one last drink from her OJ, as she left her bedroom. As she passed the kitchen island she stopped by the window and lit a cone of incense. Breathing in the rich eastern scent with satisfaction, she she smoothed out her soft, tight orange LuluLemon yoga pants and rolled out the mat. Time to limber up. She was on the first shift at the club today, 11-7. She liked to be able to crawl all over her clients, if the situation required it. Stephanie loved her work - from an early age she had realized the power she could wield over a certain type of man. She attracted male attention no matter what she did, her striking red curls and hourglass figure made sure of that. As a result of growing up turning heads, she developed an unconscious sense of when men were staring at her, even if they tried to hide it. Now if she felt like encouraging them she would angle herself towards them, subtly, ensuring that they kept seeing just enough to remain interested, almost without thinking about it. She had been experimenting with webcam modeling to make money before finding the Flights of Fantasy Club. It was not particularly demanding of her - just dress for the bedroom, sit and pose on her couch, and chat with the perverts who paid by the minute to see her. She only for a small portion of the fees, usually several weeks later, so when one of her viewers mentioned the club in a private vid session, she perked up right away. He had gotten her on the list - it was very secretive - in exchange for getting the honor of being her first client. She had done theatre and dance all through high school, and the skills she acquired there - improvisation, movement and the art of actually listening to a scene partner and being in the moment - made sure she was the most requested provider at the club, with almost every client becoming a regular, at some frequency or another. In fact, Wally, her very first real regular client, was coming in tonight. She really looked forward her time with Wally - they had developed their routine over the course of several sessions, and both of them had fun, so it seemed to grow more enjoyable every time. Plus she got to sing, almost the only time she did these days. Wally was a jazz saxophonist and a total cheeseball. He was in his forties, with a mustache. He always came in a bright flashy suit, without a jacket, but usually with suspenders. Red ones, of course. Steph would don a snazzy gown, sequined and slinky, and play the part of a vamp lounge singer. Accent on the vamp. They would set up in the biggest room the club had, a small 30 seat theatre with dance floor on the stage. They would quickly decide on a few songs beforehand, jazz standards or brassy musical theatre belters. Steph would turned out all the lights except for a hard spot in the middle of the dance floor, and the. Wally would start playing. Last time, about six months ago, the two were in fine form. Wally was flush with confidence and excitement after a monthlong tour of Japan, joking with Steph as he unpacked his horn. She was getting changed behind a privacy screen, into a slinky shiny red "Jessica Rabbit" dress, slit ALL the way up, so far up that her bright greet panties would be visible if she kicked high. The look was made complete with long red matching opera gloves and red sparkly open-toed platform pumps. Damn skippy she could jazz dance in stacked heels. After a quick warm up, they jumped right into the deep end with "All That Jazz" from Chicago. Stephanie loved Kander and Ebb, and plus she knew NOBODY could shimmy shimmy shake the way she did. Her first move was one long leg out from behind the privacy screen, the slit in the dress ensuring her whole thigh was visible. As she followed her body out into the light, Steph could practically see his pants getting tighter. She circled him slowly as he played, dragging her arms across his shoulders. The tempo started to speed up and Wally's movements began to get bigger. So did that bulge. She got right in front of him, singing right into his face, accentuating all her facial movements, winking and snapping her head this way and that on the beats. He slid to his knees as he brought the song home. Stephanie was standing before him, almost overtop him, her legs spread wide, and she was doing jazz hands so vigorously her whole body shook, most strikingly her chest under its sheath of tight red fabric. In the space between songs, Wally rose slowly as Stephanie sank to her knees, reversing the positions they held before. He started the next number, a swinging jazz standard from the 1950s called "Orange Colored Sky" Stephanie sang from on her knees, arching her back to keep her diaphragm open, and also to show off her amazing cleavage. Her hands in their gloves were roaming over as much of his body as they could reach. Wally looked down and stared hard as he played, taking in the spectacular heaving of her breasts as she sang: "I was walking along, minding my business, When out of an orange-colored sky," Wally's shirt was stained with sweat but Steph just seemed to glow under the light. "Flash! bam! alakazam!" On each of these hits she whipped her hair around in circles, pressing lightly against his crotch with the top of her head. "Wonderful you came by." Stephanie eased her face right into his pulsating pants for the next verse. "I was humming a tune, drinking in sunshine," She was now looking up at him, but with her face in so close every time she opened her mouth to sing her chin brushed against his tentpole, making it jump and twitch as much as the pants allowed. It was driving him mad with pleasure, she knew, but somehow he was still able to play. "When out of that orange-colored view. Wham! bam! alakazam!" Once again she pressed hard with every exclamation point, and she knew by the way his cock pressed against his pants that it was time for the next step. "I got a look at you," As Steph sang those words she unzipped his fly and let his rock hard cock spring out. She began slowly rubbing up against it with her opera gloves, using the whole length of her arm past her elbow, pinning his cock between her arms and his stomach, heaving with his breathing. "One look and I yelled 'timber', "watch out for flying glass" On the last work she varied her rhythm for a beat, using her gloved palm to run a double-time circle over his cockhead. He almost missed the next pickup. "'cause the ceiling fell and the bottom fell out, I went into a spin and I started to shout, I've been hit, this is it, this is it!" At this point, instead of returning to the song, he began to improvise around melody, playing quicker and quicker, arpeggiating as fast as he could. Steph knew what that signal meant, and quickened her stroke, still using nothing but the smoothe satin of her glove. With her other hand she started kneading his balls, squeezing them between her fingers as she jerked him fast and furious. With a wild blatt of sound he blew his hardest, a piercing high scream of a note, and exploded in Stephanie's hands. Wally dropped the horn from his mouth and breathed heavily, gasping for breath. A smattering of applause came from the darkened seats, where Lisa and Phaedra, in between clients, had slipped in to watch. Her act with Wally was a favorite amongst the girls at the club, and Wally loved to show off as much as she did - he was a sax player for goodness sakes. Steph smiled at the memory as she thought of seeing Wally again that night. How were they going to top last time? She had just the right dress, a sequined silver number, every bit as tight and slinky as her Jessica Rabbit one. It was new and he had never seen it before - she would have to think of just the right song. OK - Silver sexiness, check. What else? Another regular was on the books for noon today, Donnie. She didn't have to bring anything to wear for Donnie. The club had a wardrobe room, with both clothes and a variety of costumes, from lingerie-like tiny Halloween costumes to realistic looks for businesswomen, schoolgirls, etc. Donnie, with a fetish for of all things, mannequins. He had been seeing her for two years now, and in chatting with him after their sessions, she knew now that when he was growing up his parents owned a department store. All Day Tease Ch. 01 Every time, she escorted him to the costume room and then went to the session room. She would strip naked and stand in the center of the room, still like a Greek statue. After about 10 minutes Donnie would enter with the outfit he had picked out. He would dress her, slowly and lovingly, as she stayed still, helping passively when needed - letting him lift her leg to get a skirt on, for example. Once he had put each article of clothing on her, which usually took about half the session, he would carefully pose her, an arm up, head slightly back, it was different every time. And finally when he was satisfied with her look and her stance, he would stand back for a moment to take in the mental image, energized, shaking slightly and usually rock hard under his slacks. Then he would come forward, gingerly, and lightly kiss her on the mouth. This was her cue to come alive, embracing him and rubbing her body and clothes against him. He never lasted long. At first she had found it strange, but as she saw how passionate he was, and how satisfied he seemed afterwords, she knew she was helping to scratch an deep itch he had had all his life. That aspect of her job was one of the most satisfying. She was a therapy, really. And when Frank came in, she was a therapist. Frank had an intense foot fetish, and obviously some history of some sort with psychiatrists, because his sessions always involved tight black business skirts, and her usually bouncy red curls pulled into a tight forbidding bun. She would tsk tsk, and write things on a yellow pad while he started on the couch beside her and gradually crawled over to devour her high heels and stockinged feet. She would critique his technique, always feigning disappointment and challenging him to work harder, to prove his manhood. She would lean over him and slap his ass with her metal clipboard while he gagged on her toes. Sometimes this would do it for him, but every so often she had to step it up a level. The time before last was one of those, she could feel the need to be a little more extreme. So she abruptly pulled her foot out of his mouth and stood up over him. She instructed step by step to run each hand up the back of her thighs, to grasp her pantyhose, and to slowly pull them down off of her. Then she had him stand, and she pulled the hose behind his neck like a scarf, each nylon leg limply hanging down until she tied each one onto his dick, keeping it pointed straight out. Then she slowly stood right in front of him and turned her back. She lifted one leg slightly and stepped so that the stretched hem of her business skirt was right over the head of his cock and began swaying left and right, forward and backward, letting her skirt hem brush all over his tied off purple cockhead, cooing all the time about what a shame it was that he couldn't suck her feet properly. That did the trick, and then some. Just as he came she spun around to face him, and grabbing his head in both hands held his face just inches from hers, and stared right into his eyes as his cock was spurting come all over her black stockings. Mentally, she have herself a pat on the back for this finishing move as she pecked him on the cheek and released her grip, letting him fall panting back onto the couch. Yes, her work always invigorated her. Usually when her shift was done she went out to a bar or maybe a concert. She got up, an rolling up the mat, went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. 1.5 - 10:00am Ashley - 21 years old Ashley stared at herself. Her reflection looked back out upon her from a brightly lit dressing mirror. She pursed her lips into a kissyface and moved them this way and that. Her lipstick looked perfect. The dark red lip liner had gone on without flaw or smudge. Her pale skin framed by flowing blonde hair was the perfect canvas for the color she applied. Her lips seemed to jump right off of her face. Now for her eyes: the usual slight-emo black liner, under and around, lifting her eyes up from her face, and coming to crisp sharp upturned points just beyond her eyes. A mix of blue and dark violet eye shadow, strongest on the outside edges of her eyes and feathering off toward her nose. It matched her fingernails - she had gotten a gel manicure the day before, rich purple with silver French tips, and a contrasting sparkly silver accent nail on her ring fingers. Her toes got the same treatment, but the silver accent was on her second toe instead of her fourth. Ashley smiled and stared into the mirror at herself. Yes of course she loved being the center of male attention, always had, but this was work - the hotter she looked the better she did. She worked in the mall at a store that sold "slutty" clothes. That's what her mom said, anyway. And yeah, her mom was right, in a way. But Mom just didn't understand, was that just because you looked "slutty" - and what exactly was wrong about that, hmmm? - but just because you dressed a certain way didn't mean you had to give it up any time some dumb guy showed an interest. No, Ashley was strong willed, and comfortable in her skin; she and she alone decided how much of her awesome hotness any man got to enjoy. But my goodness, she did enjoy frothing them up a little, and her job was the perfect place to hunt her prey - whether it was leaning forward over the counter to "hear someone better" (read: showing off her invariably low cut shirt) or whether it was climbing the stock ladder a few steps to "pull down something high" (read: give an upskirt shot") there was just no end to the teasing she could do while she was on the clock. And yes, she had locked up early a few times to bring her teasing to a very satisfying conclusion. Her favorite place to take the boys (or girls) she decided to go all the way with was a bunk bed display in the back of the store, propped out to look like a teenage girls bedroom, with daring outfits hanging on display between the bunks and the bottom bed piled with stuffed animals, as decor. But usually, she just wind those poor bastards up to see how much they would buy. It was mostly girls in the store, and they tended to shop for themselves, so when boys (or men - but really there were all boys to here) did come in she was free to give them more personal attention. She always looked right at them, right into their faces, watching every reaction and every movement of his eyes, as they jumped from her lips to her cleavage to her feet and back. They would so anything to keep her attention on them, and the purchased piled up. She picked up her perfume and gave a squirt or two on her neck, and one extra right between her breasts. Oh yes. She was gonna sell some clothes today ... 1.6 - 11:00am Becca - 18 years old Becca put her mascara brush back in her makeup drawer and stepped back from the sink, satisfied. She had picked out her afternoon outfit last night, setting the items out on her daybed. Her panties were high cut and a bright shimmering blue. To go over them she had a yellow flared miniskirt, made in four ruffled layers overlapping each other. It would grip tight on her waist but flow around her as she walked, and if she bent over ... well watch out boys. She put a spare pair of panties in her purse, black and sheer, just in case. She tended to go through panties pretty quickly, giving them away as mementos to her special victims. Of which there should be at least one on the near future. She was meeting going to meet Nikki in the afternoon and go out teasing at the mall. Becca loved to show off for the boys; loved being at the center of all that attention. And she was good at it too, after three years of practice. Since she and Nikki had teamed up, Becca had grown much more confident. She had always been comfortable in her skin, and now the more skin she showed the sexier she felt. Nikki, though, now she had the gift. She understood the psychology of their poor lucky victims, and was devilishly creative in coming up with ways to slowly and deliberately turn the male psyche into a drooling stammering volcano of lust and desire. Becca always had so much more fun when she went teasing with Nikki. Like that one time last summer they had gone out dressed as sexy emo ravers, intending to go to Splatter-Con, a horror movie convention. She had on big non-stiletto platform heels with both pink stockings and over them black fishnets. A black plaid skirt cling to her waist, barely hiding the canary yellow panties, and she had on tight torn black t-shirt over the brightest yellow bra she could find. Because of the tips in the shirt her bra was visible in a dozen places. Her eyes were lined with black, and shadowed with pink, and she had big topknot pigtails. A healthy application of bright pink wet-look lipstick completed the look. Nikki had worn something similar, complete with dark black eye shadow and ripped stockings, and a bloodred minidress with a zipper down the front. She had extended her eyeliner on the night side out into a curly pattern that went almost to her ear. They were all set to be the stars of the scene, but they stumbled on something more fun. Somehow they ended up in the wrong side of the convention center, at an Accountant Small-Group conference instead. Becca had been disappointed, briefly, but Nikki recognized the potential for atomic levels of tease with that guys attending the conference. They spent the afternoon going down the main hall, bursting into room after room, pretending each time that they didn't realize they were in the wrong place. Each room had a table full of dorky accountants, usually with one up front at a whiteboard giving a presentation, and when the door opened and in walked two stunning teenage girls, in short skirts and big clunky heels and bright sparkly glitter, the talking always trailed off. The girls never stayed long - they didn't want to be responsible for any heart attacks. Sometimes Nikki would give the presenter a big tight hug, and wriggle a bit, trying to smear her body glitter all over his white dress shirt. Of course it usually had other effects too. "Can you tell me," one or the other would purr, "where the movies are?" "We're 'Scream Queens'," the other would exclaim, and then they would both "Woo" with excitement and exuberantly squeeze up against whichever nervous but thrilled office worker they were closest too. Becca usually finished off her hugs by sticking her tongue in her lucky victims earlobe, blowing on it and kissing it. If his cock twitched noticeably, she'd give it a pat and give him a wink before collecting her partner from off one of the other men. The two of them giggled out the door, practically trailing drool behind them. As she remembered the looks on those mens faces, the utter uncontrollable mindless lust in their watering eyes, her fingers slipped down inside of her skirt, and brushed lightly against her smooth satin panties. One pink french-tipped fingernail slipped under the elastic band and she shivered all over ... 1.7 - 12:00 noon Nikki - 19 years old Nikki sighed softly as she slowly ran her index fingers in small circles along the outside of her tight pink panties. She was daydreaming about her past exploits teasing with Becca, specifically last Halloween, when they stopped at the movie theatre arcade for an hour or two in their costumes before going downtown to their party - Nikki in a scandalously short Howgarts uniform skirt with pigtails and a bow, and Becca in a latex bodysuit with cat ears and a tail. They played some games, some pinball and a driving game where Nikki managed to get her skirt to flap up as she sat down in the car seat, so the mallrat boys could see her entire leg all the way up to her ass. They had pushed all the right buttons that day - even got a 15 year old boy kicked out for indecent behavior when that frumpy old security guard had stumbled on him with his hand down his pants, oblivious to anything but the sight of Nikki's smooth legs in the faux leather bucket seat, flexing as she pressed the gas pedal controller down to the floor. That day was so much fun - she loved to go out with Becca. Becca was the sexiest girl she knew, a born supermodel to be. Becca loved to tease boys, wherever she went she exuded a natural sexual energy. Every movement of her face, hair and body seemed to accentuate her big full breasts, or the slick curve of her ass. Nikki was better at coming up with the mechanics and costuming of their tease sessions, but she had to admit that Becca was just amazing at wrapping guys around her little gel painted finger. It was an inspiration do it alongside her. They were gonna have some serious fun at the mall later today. Boys would be falling in love left and right. She picked out her outfit for later and laid it on the bed, and for up to go out for a jog. 1.8 - 1:00pm Ali - 24 years old Ali closed the kitchen door behind her, panting from exertion. She had just jogged 10 mikes around the neighborhood. She had school today; she was studying history and political science, on track to become a lawyer. Her only actual class today was "Parliamentary Systems of Government" but after that was over she had to take a makeup test today in for her "American Foundations" history class. It would be her last time in the class, and she was disappointed. She had discovered in the past week or two that she actually had a little crush on her teacher, Rob. She'd been working him subtly the whole semester, always dressing in something revealing, sitting in the front row, kicking her legs back and forth. His defenses had been eroding all semester, and now no matter how hard he tried he could not keep his eyes off her. She thought it was sweet, and he was kind of cute. Not her usual type, but still - she felt a thrill everytime she looked up in time to see him wrench his eyes away from her cleavage and pretend to look at something else. It had been building for four months and she felt it was about time to take it to the next level. The club! Aha - she had it - she'd invite him to meet her at Flights later that night. He'd have his eyes opened then, to be sure. She was looking forward to he had a shift at the club. She had danced at several more traditional strip clubs before finding Flights, and she FAR preferred the one-on-one interaction and variety that Flights offered. A few of her regulars had appointments this evening: At four she had Travis - he was easy, basically straight BDSM with a peculiar twist: Disney. He was tall but effeminate, bisexual with serious identity issues. He wanted to be whipped and dominated by a Disney princess. Every few sessions he would bring a different Disney Halloween costume - Ariel, Jasmine, Snow White etc - and leave it with her. She would "sluttify" it up - trim the dress to a skirt, modify the bodice etc - and wear it the next time he came in. The whole time would be spend with him chained up to an Andrews cross, and her going up and down his body with feathers, wax, the usual. Pretty basic, except for the costume. Today it was the girl from Brave, with the mass of red curls. Probably a look better suited for Stephanie, who had the hair already, but no matter - the wardrobe room had wigs. Then at six was poor, sweet, dirty old Principal Johnson from the junior high two towns, back for another fix. That poor man. Ali knew how much the teenage girls in his school turned him on - heck most of them dressed wilder than she did - and she respected him in a way for coming to her to satiate his urges rather than doing something stupid and irresponsible in real life. After that, perhaps, would be "The Right Honorable" Edwin Brand, a British businessman she knew from LA had emailed too to say he too was in town and might be coming by, that he'd text her if he could get the time. "The Right Hoborable Mr. Brand" talked a big game, with that rollicking accent and spate for profanity, but Ali knew JUST how he really liked it. She had a special briefcase just for him, with a collar and a pair of cuffs and a few toys. The centerpiece was big black dildo with a harness. She knew. Edwin liked it hard. Right between his British butt cheeks. And Ali was only too happy to oblige. But it was time to get ready. Ali headed for the shower, to wash up and think about what clothes she should wear to give Rob one last special thrill. TO BE CONTINUED All Day Tease Ch. 02 My stories are based in reality and on real experiences. So let me start by describing my wife, Kelly. At 5'8", she has a very attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right places. Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she won't be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy attire. She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn or red, and very sexy, full lips. I'm not going to say she'd be a Penthouse Pet next week, but Kelly is a very good-looking woman and gets compliments from all my friends. A few years ago, I had been lucky enough to get Kelly to fulfill a powerful fantasy of mine, which was to pretend to be a real smoker all day long for my sexual arousal. The idea was that I would know she was smoking throughout the day, and would eventually get home from work to smell her fresh cigarette going while she was masturbating in our bed. Then of course we would fuck like crazy! And in fact it pretty much went exactly like that, and it was definitely one of the hottest sexual encounters I've ever had in my life. Perhaps a little background is in order though. Kelly is not a smoker. However, even before we met, she had been known to have a cigarette here and there when out drinking at the bar or hanging out with a smoking friend. These were relatively infrequent times for her. However, I have had a smoking fetish for just about as long as I can remember, and I've always been extremely turned on by the sight of a beautiful woman smoking in a sexy, classy fashion. I emphasize that because I am actually turned off by "trashy" appearances, like the typical image of a punk or blue-collar women with a cork-filtered cigarette dangling out of her mouth. To me, there is something sensual about a woman who is comfortable with her own grace and femininity, and smoking can give her a sexy edginess that I find irresistible. So obviously when I started dating Kelly and discovered her occasional habit I was very accommodating towards it. I have had several girlfriends previously who were smokers, and although it has been wonderful sexually, it was also very inconvenient as the realities of the constant smell in the clothes and standing outside set in. So to me, an occasional smoker was the perfect ideal. Sexy, but non-disruptive. I remember the first time Kelly smoked in front of me. It was only a couple of weeks into our relationship and we were going to the theatre for her birthday. She asked me to pull into a gas station and buy cigarettes for her. Conveniently, her brand of choice was also the one I found sexiest, Marlboro Lights, although I did have to gradually shift her onto the longer and more elegant 100's over time. Although I never let others smoke in my car, I was only too happy to let Kelly smoke three cigarettes as we drove to the theatre. It didn't hurt at all that we were well dressed for the evening and she was wearing a loose, low cut black dress that revealed plenty of her ample cleavage, nor that she had just had her hair cut, colored, and styled for the occasion. Simply put, she was looking sexy and I think she knew it, which put her in the mood to smoke. Over time, I developed enough trust in her to reveal my secret fetish, and fortunately for our relationship, she was very understanding about it and didn't think it was strange or weird. Gradually, her smoking became an occasional part of our lovemaking, either for stimulation beforehand, or eventually even during sex. One of the most exciting trysts we ever had was when, while I was eating her out, she lit a cigarette and shortly thereafter pulled me up to fuck her while she smoked. Unfortunately, her smoking is still very infrequent and I only get to indulge this fantasy once a month or so. This led to my request finally for her to smoke all day one time for my pleasure as noted above. Of course, with such an intense encounter, I desperately wanted it to happen again, and a couple of times Kelly has partially accommodated me by bringing her cigarettes along during a Saturday afternoon out and smoking a couple while we shopped or explored. That always led to hot sex as well. The experience I'm writing about now is sort of a repeat of the all day tease she had done a few years back, but in many ways better. That day, I had worked all day long and had to imagine what was happening, coming home to find several cigarettes in her ashtray and her smoking in bed. It was a total mindfuck and very powerful because of it. However, last weekend we decided to take a drive up to a cute fishing town/art community up the coast from our home. The drive was about 90 minutes long, and we wanted to get a reasonably early start, so we made sure to be in the car by about 10:00. As usual, Kelly looked wonderful in a very understated way. She doesn't go in for tiny little shirts that show off half her stomach or "daisy duke" shorts, etc. Rather, she wears cute, slightly sexy clothing with a bit of a sophisticated air. Today she had a simple white short-sleeved top with a little collar and open neck on, along with a medium-short tan skirt with a long slit in the side and fun sandals. Her makeup was pretty without being heavy, just some light brown lipstick and a touch of mascara. And she wears a very sexy perfume that isn't heavy but definitely makes an impression. Kelly was carrying a decent sized purse when we got into the car, but I didn't take immediate notice of it. However, after we had been driving for about five minutes, she reached inside and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one and took a long drag, inhaling deeply and blowing the smoke out her window without looking at me. Of course, I was instantly turned on but didn't know what the "occasion" was. However, I've learned from long experience to simply be quiet and let Kelly do her thing when she wants to; she is a creature of spontaneity and doesn't like feeling pressured or controlled. Kelly was playing it like there was nothing unusual at all about her smoking a cigarette in a car at 10:00 on a Saturday morning. She carried on a normal, unrelated conversation with me, all the while smoking casually with long streaming exhales. This continued for the entire length of the cigarette until finally, to my disappointment, she flicked it out the window. I had been trying not to take my eyes off the road too much, but I had really been enjoying the sight and I was rock hard already. We have about a 20-minute drive through the city, depending on traffic, to get to the highway that leads north up the coastline. A mile or so before the on ramp for the expressway, Kelly lit another cigarette. She knew I was fighting not to look at her and that she was distracting me terribly, and a little smile played over her lips. Finally, just before the ramp, we got stuck at a stoplight and she took a drag, leaned over, and gave me a big open-mouthed kiss, running her smoky tongue across mine as she exhaled. I groaned in arousal and her lips sucked onto mine until a horn behind us warned us that the light had changed. She laughed and leaned back into her seat, taking another drag while I accelerated onto the highway. About 25 minutes passed uneventfully on the highway before she lit another cigarette. By now I had a pretty good idea that my wife was springing another "all day tease" on me, this time at her own volition. But I wasn't prepared for what came next. Once, long ago, I had mentioned to her that it would be incredibly sexy to see her masturbating while we drove somewhere. But I never thought she would really do anything like that. However, as she smoked now she had reclined her seat slightly and was running her palms over her bra and shirt covered breasts until her nipples began to stiffen from the attention. Then she pulled her skirt up slightly, though not quite enough for me to see her pussy. She smoked with her right hand while rubbing her clit slowly with her left. I was so turned on that I was having a hellish time concentrating on the road. Beside me, Kelly was fingering herself just out of my view while smoking her third cigarette in an hour! Unfortunately she finished it all too quickly, but she was quick to reach into her purse and bring out another one. She lit it and reached back into the purse, this time bringing out a vibrator which she switched on. She also turned off the CD player so that the buzzing of the toy was clearly audible over the road noise. Kelly shifted her legs to the left so that I could see up her skit, and I realized she had worn no panties. Then she pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit and started rocking her hips. Kelly masturbated like this nearly the entire way to the town, moaning softly and smoking two more cigarettes in the passenger seat next to me, and maintaining as much eye contact with me as I could safely manage. Whenever she got close to orgasm, she would pause and slow things down for a minute before continuing. Finally as we neared out exit, she let herself come with a giant cry that filled the car. However, once we got off the highway, she sat back up and put the vibrator away. Smoothing her skirt, she ran one finger across her wet slit and placed it in my mouth for me to taste. Then we got busy looking for parking and trying to find our way around. Once we got out of the car, we began exploring the town and she avoided any discussion of what had taken place in the car. In fact, she acted simply as if smoking were a regular activity for her, and throughout the afternoon she continued to smoke at various intervals. At one point, she lit up while we were sitting together on a bench at the end of a fishing pier. There at least, I was able to simply sit and watch her, and eventually we spent several minutes making out like teenagers, her cigarette in hand at the back of my head, pulling me in for smoky kissing. The drive home was pretty much a repeat of the drive in. Once we got onto the highway, she again pulled out the vibrator and started grinding her pussy against it. This time she was even more vocal, moaning and twisting about. She even pulled up her shirt to expose one of her breasts, and I'm confident several people got a great view of her as they passed us on the left! She really fucked herself for better than thirty minutes, plunging the vibrator all the way up her snatch, and then withdrawing it to the opening of her slit. Once again, as the city came into sight, she let her climax wash over her and I clearly saw her delicious cunt juices leaking out onto the car seat. When we were about 10 blocks from home, she took out her cigarettes once again and this time said simply, "Last one," shaking the pack to emphasize she had smoked the entire thing that day. She lit it and I stepped on the gas. By the time we parked and got inside our condo, she had smoked half of it down. I virtually tore my pants off after slamming the door and crushed my mouth to hers fiercely. "You've got me so hot, I need to fuck you right now!" I told her desperately. She took a drag of her cigarette, shaking her head as she exhaled, and gave me one more quick kiss before sinking to her knees in front of me. Taking my cock in her left hand and her cigarette in her right, she began alternately taking a drag from it and then sucking me into her mouth, bobbing her head on my cock and exhaling around it. Her tongue swirled circles around the tip of my dick and she jacked the base of my shaft in rhythm with her mouth movements. After all day at full arousal, I was more than ready for release, and it took only a couple of minutes for me to fill her mouth with jet after jet of my warm come. Kelly took her time sucking me totally dry before letting my saliva covered cock fall from her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled, then swallowed my load and licked her lips clean. Finally she stood to face me. "What was all this for?" I asked in amazement. "Just because I love you," she said simply. She took one last drag from her nearly finished cigarette, then exhaled and leaned in to kiss me affectionately. All Day Tease Ch. 02: The College Chapter 2: The College 1: The Morning - 2:00am to 1:00pm ~~ 2: The College - 1:00pm to 3:00pm 3: The Mall - 3:00pm to 6:00pm 4: The Fantasy Club - 6:00pm to 9:00pm 5: The Nightclub - 9:00pm to 12:00am 6: The Apartment -12:00am to 2:00am Characters in Chapter 2: Ali, grad student / performer. (24 years old) Brittany, junior / cheerleader. (19 years old) Jenny, freshman / birthday girl. (18 years old) Sasha, senior / goth. (21 years old) Rob, professor. (32 years old) Francis, associate professor. (26 years old) Louis, associate professor. (29 years old) Stacie, grad student. (22 years old) ******************** Chapter 2.1 - 1:00 PM - Rob Coming back from his lunch break. Rob pulled into the faculty parking lot a little after 1 PM. He parked in Lot D, for faculty & staff, which along with the adjacent Lot E parking lot for seniors only, was quite a bit closer to the main academic buildings than were the vast underclassmen & visitor parking lots across campus by the sports fields. The only thing that sucked about Lot D was that it was down a pretty steep hill, with a long set of stairs built onto the grass slope. With briefcase in hand, he began to climb the steps to campus. About halfway up there was a break in the staircase where it crossed the access road to the Physical Plant building, a low-slung brick pillbox with fenced in electrical transformers out back. Rob was a flight or two below the road when the door to Phys Plant opened and a tall gorgeous redhead came out. She was wearing a little cheerleader skirt with white pleats and a tight sleeveless top. Her full crown of tight cherry-red curls flowed down her back and bounced with each step in time. Rob had seen her before, but didn't know her name. What was she doing at the Physical Plant of all places? The guys who worked there were mostly older than he was; they must have been floored when she came in in her uniform. Maybe she came up from parking lot and stopped there to ... but Rob couldn't think of a reason for a young goddess like that to visit a den of horny old maintenance men. The cheerleader started climbing the upper staircase just as Rob rounded the lower one and crossed the road. This is when he noticed that instead of the usual white sneakers with red laces, she had on a pair of high heels, still uniform white, but thin and strappy with a small platform. Wow, he must have been distracted to have missed those initially - few things got his heart beating faster than shapely feet in high high heels - especially shoes like these, mostly open so he could see the arch of her feet against the curved foot bed. She was about twenty or so steps higher up, and Rob could see every inch of her tanned smooth legs siding past each other as she climbed. The heels made each stride taller, and the toned muscles in her calves flexed below the smooth, tan curves of her skin. As he looked up, she reached down and casually flipped up the back of her skirt. Rob's breath caught in his throat at the glimpse of her thong cut baby-pink panties - were those white polka dots?! As he stared, she slipped two fingers on her right hand under the band of her panties, and ran them down along the curve of her ass, pulling out the fabric from where it had been were wedged between her butt cheeks. The sun was high overhead, and as it bathed down on her perfect body she glowed like an angel, her red curly hair waving in the wind like a fiery halo. Rob felt a familiar tightness in his pants. His cock was a decent size, and so he usually wore briefs that were on the snug side for this very reason - as a college teacher it just wouldn't do to walk around campus with a tentpole, and since he was burdened with a fascination for young hot girls in teasing revealing outfits, this predicament happened all too often. At the top of the steps the angel paused and turned, looking out over the staircase and parking lots below. Rob was still climbing towards her, but other than that, there was no one nearby. All of a sudden she sat down on the top step and put her bag down beside her, pulling out a pair of white sneakers. She reached down and slipped off her platform shoes, and then flexed feet before pulling on a pair of socks. She had changed completely into her sneakers as Rob approached the top step where she sat. He slowed instinctually as he approached, and stopped altogether when she popped her head up and looked right at him. "Hi!" she bubbled, "I'm Brittany - what's your name?" "Rob" he gestured towards himself. "Will you help me up, Rob?" she held her hand out to him, palm down, and his gaze was caught by her shiny painted nails, bright red with black French tips, and with the colors reversed on her ring finger accent. For a second he lost himself in the primary purity of that rich cherry red, his heart beating pounding in his chest. He blinked, and looked up to see Brittany watching him with a sight smile. She arched an eyebrow, and he hurriedly sipped his hand under hers. She let her hand lay in his for the barest moment, and then in one smooth motion pulled herself up and in to him. All of a sudden Rob found himself face-to-face, almost nose-to-nose, with this stunning model of a cheerleader. She smelled fresh, like a flower garden. "My hero," she breathed at Rob, and then planted a quick peck on his cheek. She spun around and bent at the waist to grab her bag. She brushed against him ever so slightly as she rose, and he shuddered from the contact. Then with a sweet, "Thanks Rob!" she was gone, scampering across campus, skirt flapping in the wind. Rob watched her cross the green for a minute, then adjusted his pants and walked the other direction, toward the Humanities building. He rounded the corner of the massive Science Center, the "Nexus" as the school was trying to call it, and entered the main quad. A little ways down along the path, there was a group of girls clustered around a cute, cute blonde, in a blue sundress, who was seated on the concrete ledge opening presents. That explained all the giggling together - someone was having a birthday celebration. As Rob walked closer, he saw a freshman boy on the other side of the path watching the gaggle of girls. He was holding a box wrapped in blue paper with a bow. He obviously wanted to go give his gift to the cute blonde, but seemed a bit intimidated by all of her friends. Rob was just about even with the girls when one of them spotted the boy, and called out to her friends. They laughed and pointed, and made faces in his direction. But then the blonde - Jenny, Rob thought he heard one of the others call her - quieted down her friends, and said something Rob could not quite understand. She pointed at the freshman, who had turned bright red from the teasing. Two of Jenny's clique left the group and strode over to the boy. They passed Rob on the path, and the smell of their perfume left a trail in their wake. Rob was aware as he passed of the two gorgeous girls escorting the boy over toward the others. The taller of the two, dark and Hispanic with tiny curls and lush dark skin was behind the freshman, and Rob heard her give him a slap on the ass. And then he was turning the corner, walking out of the quad towards the big academic buildings. He wondered idly what the poor boy had brought Jenny, and what he hoped to gain. Seemed to be working out alright for him. For a flash, Rob envied the boy for being in the middle of all those hot, mean girls - one of his fantasies was to be in the center of a group like that, surrounded by vivacious, exciting girls, each one uniquely beautiful and compelling, all focused on him and his reaction to them. Only a fantasy, through, sadly. Variations on that scenario showed up in his dreams on occasion - being a rock star surrounded by groupies, or a quarterback in a cluster of cheerleaders. Couldn't really see it happening with a history teacher, though. Along the left side of the Humanities Building was a gravel alley separating it from the main wing of the much larger science center. As Rob passed between the buildings, he saw a girl in stretch pants leaning up against the side of the Nexus building. She had pale skin and was wearing high-heeled platform pumps studded with silver spikes all around, and a denim jacket. Her shoulder length hair was dyed black, and she had a smoldering cigarette in between her purple-nailed fingers. She arched her back with pleasure as she pulled in a mouthful of smoke, then tilted her head up and exhaled with obvious pleasure. The alley was lit from the far side, and every inch and curve of her tightly wrapped body was in sharp silhouette. Rob could even see the black fabric over her ass indenting slightly where she touched the brick wall. Rob smiled to himself as he walked past the alley and reached the double doors - between this goth beauty, the birthday blonde and cute curly Brittany with her polka-dots, today was shaping up great. And he still had an hour with Ali to look forward to! ********** Chapter 2.2 - 1:45 PM - Ali Ali had an errand to run before going to class. She knew there would be other students taking the test, and Stacie the Prude would be there, so she had contrived a plan to make sure she would get a few minutes alone with Rob at the end to make her pitch. To make him pitch a tent, she thought with amusement. But she needed him all to herself. She had no problem at all with an audience, and she loved pushing Stacie's buttons, but it she knew it would make Rob uncomfortable. So, alone it would be. To make that happen, she was on her way to visit the young Professor Francis Anderson, first year associate professor in the Humanities Department. Francis was one of several men that a more hard-hearted woman, or someone more invested in the traditional BDSM theatrics and pageantry, might call her slaves. But Ali didn't think of them that way at all - to her they were just nice, extremely co-operative and helpful gentlemen, who happened to very much enjoy her company when she was in full on alpha-whirlwind mode. She liked the attention, and they certainly did too. She was sweetly dominant towards them, for sure, but they all loved it when she got up in their faces and smothered then with her forceful sexuality. The only guys she cultivated into her long-term tease partners had decided submissive tendencies - she wouldn't be able to get away with some of the shit she pulled if not. Plus domming out was fun for her too - a stress release sure, but also as good rehearsal for work. She sometimes workshopped scenario ideas for her paying club clients by using her little stable of guys as guinea pigs. One of the reasons Ali was up there with Stephanie among the most consistently requested providers at "Flights of Fantasy" is that she was known for her polished, creative and devastatingly erotic sessions. Frances she had acquired two years ago, when she was a sophomore and he was a grad student. He had been T.A.ing a class of hers on Economics, and she had taken it a liking to him. She had just started working for "Flights of Fantasy", and club's superstar Stephanie had taken her under wing, adopting her and molding her into a world-class "teasenatrix". During her first two weeks she had done several training sessions with Stephanie and one of Steph's regulars, a wiry guy in his 40s named Donnie. Donnie had his own unique fetish, for dressing up mannequins of all random things, but Stephanie had approached him one Monday and offered him a complementary session the following day plus a four-hour marathon on the weekend if he would act as a demonstration subject for Ali. Donnie agreed immediately - Steph was not the kind of girl guys said no to. He was the perfect subject too; hypnotized by their vamping, he watched with rapt attention as Stephanie demonstrated trick after wily feminine trick, and Ali tried to play along. Donnie was so glued to their every movement that Ali learned much by watching his unconscious reactions, what drew his gaze, or made him gasp in breath. They did one hour during the long session where Steph made Donnie describe in minute detail everything he was feeling, a stream-of-consciousness narration of his arousal. Stephanie taught her how to capture, captivate and control male attention and desire. Ali was naturally flirty but Steph was a practiced professional, and the sessions that week became a true master class. After those initial trainings sessions, she felt confident enough to branch out, and began to explore and develop her style, finding a balance between of flirtatious and dominant, so that every interaction contained some measure of both. She took her own clients, and continued to double with Steph. Sometimes they went out on what they called "Safari", driving down into the city with a stack of glossy business cards and doing bits of their act on susceptible looking guys. Single guys usually, but they had a long-running but good natured rivalry between themselves over who could ensnare guys who were out on dates, or out with wives but in such a way that their female companion was unaware. Francis was her own project though. She had never even told him about the club. He had simply been in the right place at the right time, in that classroom with her while her sexuality and confidence were exploding outward, and she had enjoyed cultivating his lust, filling him with mad desire. Over the course of the semester he had ridden the roller-coaster that came of being the focus her sensual spotlight, first blissed satisfaction bordering almost on shock due to the colossal levels of arousal, tension and release that she subjected him to, and then of course there was the inevitable falling hard in love with her. There followed a brief funk when he realized that he would only be a moon in her orbit, never the sun, and then an futile attempt to quit her cold turkey, but she worked him past that into an easy sort of relationship on her terms, with one particular kind of "benefit" for him that made it all worthwhile: every month or two now she swooped in for a day, or even a particularly intense couple of hours and unleashed a seductive tease offensive, melting his mind and eventually body, and then flitted away, leaving him dazed and drained and happy, with enough material to fuel his dreams of her until she appeared again. She was certain that his choice to become an associate professor at the same college he attended directly after getting his Masters degree was so that he could continue to see her. It had been seven weeks since she slipped out of the auditorium's dressing room, leaving him shirtless, clutching the torn strips of blue fabric that had been a classy but daring sheath-tight gown - after the January Term closing ceremony on stage, she had pulled him backstage into the dressing room and, moving and wriggling the whole time, backed him into a corner, had given him what amounted to a standing lapdance while talking a mile-a-minute about how much she loved her new dress, which she had just bought. She rubbed up against him, moving constantly while she made him describe all the ways that her dress accentuated her beauty and made him feel the fabric with his hands, on her shoulders and stomach and the small of her back, and the sides of her chest. Then, came the flip - claiming that his jeans had somehow damaged the fabric, she threw a faux pout-tantrum & forced him to cut the dress off of her body into shreds with a pair scissors, leaving her dressed only in an electric hot-pink bra and panty set. She piled the perfumed fabric shreds all over him, talking explicitly in the same singsong flirty cadence about how everyone would stare at her body in her eye-catching bright tiny underwear when she had to leave. He offered her his button down shirt, and she squealed in thanks and French kissed him energetically as he unbuttoned his shirt. Draping his shirt loosely over her shoulders, unbuttoned, she waltzed out as he stood down dumbfounded, hard as a result of rock. As the door closed, she heard him begin to frantically stroke his cock with the fabric. It was all a little light-hearted ruse of course - she had a bag of sweats stashed in a room down the hall, and the swanky looking dress was from the "Just Visiting" rack at the club, free and disposable. But she had learned from Stephanie that it always heightened the erotic energy to raise the stakes a bit. Sometimes she let him cum while she was there, but usually she either left him to finish himself, or every so often arranged for someone else to tag in. Anyway, back in the present, his office was in a side hallway on bottom floor of the Humanities Building, one of three that shared a communal reception area. Ali stepped into the common area, her heels clicking on the tile floor. She took a moment to compose herself, and then opened the door and walked in like she owned the place. Which in a way, she did. Francis was reading papers in a folder on his desk. She strode to the desk and leaned over it, placing both hands on the folder he was looking through. She squeezed her arms in to push her breasts up and together. "Hi my dear!" Ali greeted him enthusiastically. "H-h-hi again," he stammered, "it's been ..." He couldn't quite manage to lift his head past the presentation of cleavage. "Francis, darling, up here." Ali commanded. As she spoke it she shook her chest back and forth slightly, causing her breasts to move and shift, and leaned closer. He tried to wrench his gaze up, but the smell of the perfume she had spritzed between her breasts distracted him, kept his focus on the smooth even skin of her chest, and the shadow where they plunged down into her shirt, and the rich, hot pink ornamented stitching on her bra. Ali leaned in until his face was just inches away from her heaving chest. Then she grasped his chin, firmly, and pulled his head up until they were eye to eye. She lessened her swaying, but kept some motion, knowing he could see it out of his peripheral vision. "Francis, my darling, my dear. My pet. Francis, I need you do something for me," Ali commanded. "Yes." He hurriedly answered. "Of course, Ali, anything. What do you wan- " He broke off when there came suddenly a knock at the door. "Francis," came a man's voice from the outer office. Ali kept her grip firm on his head and her eyes stared intently into his. "Who's that?" she demanded, softly but intently. "It's Louis - he's an associate in the math department. We play Settlers of Cataan togeth -" Abruptly Ali pulled Francis's head toward her, cutting him off, and with one hand covered his mouth while she put her entire wet mouth around his ear, swirling her tongue into his sensitive ear canal and making his stiffen his spine with tension. She released his ear with a pop, and nuzzled her nose in it briefly before murmuring "Under the desk, my darling, and quiet," as she pressured his shoulder down. Francis pushed his chair out of the way and scuttled down to crouch under his desk. He had an eyeful of Ali's shapely feet inside her open platform heels. Impishly, he leaned forward and began to lick her left ankle, teasing his tongue around and under the strap. Ali usually kept pretty tight control over the activities when they were together, but she allowed his initiative from time to time. Ali, for her part, felt his tongue running around her feet and smiled at the gesture of affection. He would stay quiet out of sight until she got him. A knock came again, and from the other side Ali heard the voice say, "Francis?" again. Then "Are you in there? I've got your book." Ali hurriedly adjusted her bra again, centering and accentuating the skin she was showing, and then called out brightly, "Come in!"