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Another Day

By: redgirl93



Another day

He woke early, when it was still dark. 5.00, proclaimed the glowing red glyphs on the alarm clock. He stretched and smiled, his eyes catching sight of his lover's discarded clothes on the floor, reminding him of their last night's adventures. He turned, and looked at the girl, lying sleeping softly next to him, scarlet locks falling in a curve around her ear and down over her shoulder. An acquisitive grin stole around his mouth and with his left hand, he felt around on the floor. Ahh. That was it. Got it. He turned the clock onto its face.

Beep, said the toy before it hurt her, loud enough to make his smirk stretch even further across his face, quiet enough not to disturb her slumber. Then, as the current entered her, she shook, and moaned loudly with pain. 'Whawadat?' she mumbled, still asleep, but seemed to take it as part of her dream, and curled around again, drifting back into her rest-state.

Beep, said the little toy again, and this time, she woke properly. 'What the fuck was that?' she snapped as she rose into consciousness. He slapped her.

'Time to get up, bitch.' He grabbed her by the collar she wore, and pulled her into an upright position.

'What the fuck? What fucking time is it, anyway?'

'3am. And I have plans for you. Get the fuck out of bed.' He looked her straight in the eyes, his blue-gray gaze meeting hers. When he felt sure that he had won, he let a slow smile creep up the sides of his face, a slight movement on his cheeks and lips, but a shining light from his eyes. She looked at him, and nodded.

He pulled the covers from her as she rose.

'Get on the floor' he said, not turning, busy looking for something. He found it, and leaning down, attached her lead to the collar she still wore from the night before.

She crawled behind him, dragging on her lead. When she struggled enough to rile him, he would stop and turn and kick her gently. He took her to the bathroom.

With a handful of cable ties he attached her to the shower pole, then emptied himself on her. She didn't drink it, but he didn't care. She would likely get sick if she drank his piss first thing in the morning. He didn't want her to get sick.

When he was done, he turned the shower on, just a dribble really, lukewarm water trickling onto her head.

'Right, cunt. I'm going back to bed.'

She watched him leave, heard him lock the door, hoped he had gone before she started to cry.

3am? And he was going back to bed? But he might be in bed for hours, and she was going to get so cold. She shivered, the thought of hours under the drizzling showerhead making her chill in anticipation, and the goosebumps rose on her legs and arms.

He made sure that the central heating was on to keep her warm before heading back to his bedroom. He flicked on the monitor and opened the DVD software. Watched naked girls suck cock for an hour and a half, smoking cigarettes and drinking last night's left over beer. She never finished her beer, he thought with a smile. Always some left in the morning for me. He took another greedy slurp from the bottle; it tasted sweeter now it was hers.

On her own, in the shower cubicle, she stopped sobbing after a bit, she was too tired for all this. They had still been fucking at 1 am, for Christ's sake. So in the end she lay quiet against the tiles, the endless water falling on her thighs as she leaned away into the corner. That was how she was when he found her. He smiled at her, and she smiled wanly back at him. He turned up the heat, and the water was soon running warm. 

'Get yourself warmed up' he told her as he cut her ties, then stepped back. She closed the shower door and stood under the refreshing hot water, soaped herself, washed her hair. He pulled hard on his cock as he watched her. Sometimes it seemed as though she couldn't see him, she was so used to his presence. He had taken her privacy, made it his. And yet, so he supposed, she had done the same to him. He no longer felt her presence as a person; it seemed to him that he was perfectly alone, even when she was near. He knew when it had happened, when he'd gotten drunk on beer and listened to all the crappy cd's from his teenage years, then, as he finally fell asleep, listened to her masturbating in the tiny space where she slept under his bed. The thought of it nearly made him come, and he was jerked sharply back into the present. 

She was nearly done, and he reached for the warm towel from the radiator, wrapped it around her as she stepped out of the shower cubicle.

'Thank you,' she whispered, and kissed him.

She followed him back to the bedroom. He let her smoke a cigarette and relax a little before he hit her again. He told her to get under the bed, and she did.

She started masturbating as soon as she was in her lair beneath him. He listened to her, his cock hard, then fell asleep.

She must have dozed for a bit, she supposed, because when he got up, he woke her, but she did not feel like she had slept. It was 11.30am now, the clock on the table told her, so he had slept for 4 hours. She felt like shit.

'I'd like you to wear your nipple bells,' he said in a faraway voice as he lay back on the heap of pillows, and she knelt on the floor, head turned meekly down. 'And stockings.'

They kissed a little while they smoked in the morning daze; he grabbed pinches of skin, twisted until he could see it in her eyes. She stroked him and licked him, giggled and sighed, moaned when he hurt her. He had meant to be impossibly cruel all day, that had been the plan, but she just seemed to slip through his fingers somehow. One minute he was beating her and she was crying; flinching when he moved his hands – and the next, she was in bed next to him giving him the gentlest hand-job. He looked at the stubby end of the cigarette that he held between his fingers, and then looked at the soft flesh of her arm, coiled around his belly.

A certain calm overtook him, above the sea of muffled thoughts (oh yeah, I'll burn you, you little cunt, mmm having a fun slut is nice, I hope she likes it, I hope I don't fuck it up, human ashtray, fuck yeah, burn bitch).

He felt the limb draped across him jerk as the red tip of the joint connected with her skin; he had burned her. The cherry was still glowing. He grabbed her arm, pulled it tight and flat against his stomach. Pushed the stub into her, hard. Did he imagine the slight sizzle of burning woman?

She was looking up at him, an expression somewhere between joy and resignation. As though to say 'You cannot hurt me, you have never hurt me. I think I'd quite like you to, but I feel too strong. When you burn me, it doesn't hurt.'

He hit her. Slapped her as he loved to do, right full across her cheek. It left no mark, of course. It never did. He listened to the short moan – he knew that he sometimes did hurt her.

'Come on, cunt. You can't lie about in bed all day.'

She dressed as he wanted, of course. 

He walked in front of her, pleased by the tinkle of her nipple bells. Even if he could not see her, he could hear her. Every movement belied by the jingle-jangle of tiny bells. Yes, he thought to himself and smiled, he had taken her privacy.

The space under the desk was quite small, but, he reflected, so was she. Once she had squeezed in, he sat, leaned back in his chair.

'Best place for you,' he laughed, and gave her a light kick.

He managed to work for about half an hour before he wanted her too much. 

'Suck my cock,' he said, not stopping his work. The mouth under the desk licked and sucked, a disembodied hand stroked his balls. He felt her move as she became aroused, felt the charge start to run from her. She moved quicker, trying to stimulate her tiny clit with the motion of sucking him. 

'Fuck's sake bitch. Be careful.' He couldn't reach her to slap her, so he kicked her, harder this time. Not too hard, he could never kick her in real anger, he didn't trust himself. Kicking her felt really good, but he was scared of it, scared of his own strength. He smiled at himself and at the apparent corniness of his thought. Still, how corny could it be? And if he was going to kick his girl, he'd better be careful about it. He shook himself. Back to work. Having the bitch under his desk was supposed to encourage him to work, not distract him.

It seemed to do the trick in the end, though, because give or take a cup of coffee or two and a cold bowl of soup from last night for lunch, the next thing he knew was his alarm ringing. 4.30pm. They would be here in a few minutes. He stood, moved the chair to let her out. She had been by herself in the small dark for a long time, and she moved slowly, like a roont.

'Come along. I don't have all day'

She looked up at him questioningly as she rose to her feet. 

'My parents are coming for tea. I'm afraid I'm going to have to put you away.'

She nodded in acquiescence, eyes turned down.

He escorted her to the bathroom and watched her while she pissed. He had meant not to touch her – he wasn't going to touch her. His cock got hard as soon as he denied himself. How long, exactly, til the A.P.s turned up? He checked his watch, 4.40pm. At least another ten minutes, by anybody's reckoning.

When she had finished and was readying herself to leave, bells jangling from her nipples as she washed her hands, hazel-green eyes assessing herself in the bathroom mirror, he came up behind her and pulled aside her thong.

'I'm just going to cock you a little, before you go back in your box,' he murmured, as he fiddled around with her cunt. 'Mmmm....mmmm...mmmoaaaooh.' He was in.

He watched her in the mirror. she was watching him.

'Don't fucking look at me, cunt. Look at yourself if you must look at something, but keep your eyes off me.'

She turned her eyes away immediately, watched her-self being fucked by him. His effect on her world, his control of her, turned her on as much as the sight of him, and now she was watching his filthy cunt getting fucked, the weighted ornaments from her nipples swinging over the basin. She sighed with satisfaction, and so did the whore in the mirror. 

He fucked her for a while (5 minutes? Ten?), then stopped, took out his cock. She was bent over the basin still as he zipped his fly – he struck her on the arse.

'Cunt.' this first in an affectionate tone, all of his tenderness compacted into the four letters. 'Come on cunt.'

With a shudder, she pushed herself upwards, stood, followed him. They were going, not to the bedroom as she had expected, but to the living room. He stopped by the coffee table. 

'Now, you fucking stupid whore, my parents are coming for tea. If you make so much as the slightest sound, and they find out you're here, I will beat the living fuck out of you. Do you understand?'

'Y...yes, of course.' 

Reaching down, he took hold of a clasp attached to the side of the square, deep coffee table, and half the top of the table opened, revealing a padded box, about 30 inches square and 18 inches deep.

'In you get.'

'Wow', she said as she climbed into the box. 'This is new,' she said more than asked. 'Yeah. You like it?' 'Yeah, it's wicked. Well done.'

Soon she was in, and he bound her hands and feet tightly with rope. She purred as the pressure gained around her limbs, wriggled appreciatively as he tied her.

'Be very quiet,' he whispered, and they kissed, her lips reaching up hungrily for his.

He was smiling at her as he closed the box, red hair and red lips against the red fur lining of her box. What a good place to keep her. He would like a birdcage, then he could see her too, maybe even talk to her, stick his cock between the bars, and let his jail-bird whack him off. Without noticing, he had taken a hold of his cock, and so when his parents rang the doorbell, he had a hard-on.

Fortunately (in a number of ways), the thought of his mother usually got rid of his erection quite quick. So proved to be the case, for by the time they reached the door of his flat, all was back to 'normal', and there was nothing untoward happening in his trousers.

This was not so easy however to maintain, when they sat together in the front room, sharing fruit loaf and drinking tea around the hardwood coffee table. His mind kept flitting to the girl hidden just inches from him, from his father, from his mother. He wished again and again for x-ray eyes, but didn't get them. The big guy (god? Santa?) was clearly not on his side today. His mother talked on and on. Planning permission, parking regulations. The thirteenth annual association of womenfolk's dance, dinner and flower show. His brother's new girlfriend, his father's new job. His father sat, listened, drank tea, and added the occasional adjunct to his wife's dialogue, but mainly sat, quiet, and watched his son.

They stayed for a while, chatted about this and that. When they were leaving, he realized he had not really seen them, did not see enough of them really anyway. He arranged to meet them the following week for dinner. 

The door closed, he let his mind fall back upon the slut. His cock grew instantly hard at the thought of her. And she had been a very good girl; he hadn't heard a peep from her. He strode back to the living room.

The doorbell rang.

'SHIT!!!' he exclaimed. 

His father came slowly up the stairs. 'I'm not as young as I was, that's for sure,' he said as he rubbed his back.

'What's up dad?'

'Well, you seemed kind of off today, son. Distant, you know. And then, coming for dinner next week? We barely see you one Christmas to the next. Twice in a fortnight? I mean, it's very nice, lad, but I can't help but worry about you. Is something wrong?'

He could barely restrain his laughter or his impatience as he shuffled the old man back towards the stair. No, everything was fine. Yes, he would see them next week. No need to worry at all. 

The old man gone, he turned back to his pleasure.

Pull her by her hair; with your clenched fist entangled in her mane, pull her upright, then with stiff open palm, slap her, let go of her hair as she breaks under your blow, let her fall to the floor. Is she bleeding now from her lip? No matter. But yes, look, there it is. Pretty red blood on her pretty red lips, in her mouth, on her teeth and tongue.

One, two, three, four, flurry of impact and the crop leaves large raised rectangles on her back and thighs. She moans, tries to wriggle away, but her hands and feet are bound tight, and she cannot move.

He beat her for a while, until she stopped calling out with the pain. Then left her, reddened and angry-looking marks all over her body, lying on the floor.

From the bed, he could see her, and while the credits of the movie played, he watched her shudder as the pain-calm took her. Every now and then as she slipped away, she would twitch, one of her hands behind her back would flutter, or her leg would spasm. Soon enough, she had gone, and he stopped masturbating and watched the movie.

The film ended and he put on some porn; cheap, poorly made, exploitative rubbish. You could see it sometimes, in the girls' faces – their inner disgust with themselves. that was what he liked about it, the split seconds where they knew how much of a cunt they really were, being double-penetrated by a big black guy and a white guy with a big black moustache. A brief look of utter hopelessness on the tart's face before the black guy finally spanks in her eye.

It wasn't really cutting it today though, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the cattle-prod, then looked, once again, at the sleeping girl.

'Beep,' said the little toy, and an electric shock woke his lover. She stirred and mumbled, tried to move, but found she was bound tight and immobilized.

'Beep', it said again, and she moaned.

He stared at her, lost him-self in the flesh that was his. Automatically, he put the prod to her thigh and pressed the button.

'Beep,' it said, but he didn't really hear it. And as it beeped, so s/he moved, her with pain and he followed, seamlessly, part of her flesh. From another world, her moan came through. He supposed it was louder than the last.

His hand reached out by itself and took hold of her breast. Kneaded and squeezed it, then tugged it, pulled it, as though he would rip it from her chest.

'Beep,' said the little toy. Burning pinching pain on her buttocks. Again she called out. Did she cry louder this time? How much was he hurting her?

His hand made itself into a fist, and he punched her as hard as he could in the thigh. Somehow, his punch always lost all of its power just before impact; some conditioning is hard to break, and he couldn't hurt her too much, punch her too hard. One day, he hoped to punch her in the face, to give her the black-eye she so clearly needed. But that day was not yet, he reflected as he looked at his impotent fist.

He punched her twice again in quick succession, and the second punch felt better, truer. She curled away, and let out a wrenching sob.

'Beep,' said the little toy, and the cry of pain came again. He did not remember having pressed the button. He pressed it again, and the little toy said beep. She moved, flinched away from the source, but there came no call, he had not touched her. She began to cry.

'Beep' and it hurt her, kernel of burning in her buttock. 'Beep' and it hurt her, kernel of pain in her thigh. 'Beep' and nothing, just the noise of her breathy sobs as she struggled to get away from the noise.

They played like this for a while, until her crying reached him, and he knew that she was suffering. He spat on her face, and went back to his porn.

The faces of the goddess arrayed themselves before him; big-breasted butch blondes in pink lurex, beautiful Mexican girls with champagne bottles up their arses, college girls called Michelle sucking 'plumber Dave' off, old women bent over Zimmer frames with cum all over their wrinkling backs, cheerleaders drinking steroid-laden jock piss for twenty bucks, tight-fleshed Hollywood whores with inflated mammaries and stiff plastic lips, pouting as they open their beautifully coiffed minges to the world. He felt suddenly angry, violently so. Cunt-sluts. How could they do that to themselves? How little like 'real women' they were. 

'Real women.' He thought back to his walk home the previous week, when the sight of the women (old, fractious, frigid, unrealized, young, stupid bitches) had made him want to smack them as he passed them on the street. He fantasized about the connection of their jaws and his elbow, felt the crack of the bone, watched the blood pour from their mouths as they spat out teeth onto the pavement where they had fallen. 'Real women'!

His fun-slut, on the other hand, was different. She was a good girl, not really like a girl at all, except for the sweet juicy holes and all that. Not dead inside like the women on the street, nor dead inside like the over-exposed whores, she was a real girl, he supposed. And by some random chance, this, of all the women in the world, of all the worthless cunt-bitches on the planet, this one was the one that wanted him to hurt her. And though she didn't deserve his violence, he would still give it to her.

He crossed the room in two easy steps, then pulled her by her feet to the bed. She lay on the floor, half-awake, expectant, scared? 

'You stupid cunt,' he said as he landed the first kick on her belly. 'Cunt, cunt, cunt, fucking cunt.' The last kick winded her, and he stopped while she heaved, put his left foot on her face.

'What the fuck happened to you, cunt? How did you get so fucking low?'

A jab in the belly with his stiffened prehensile toe.

'I mean, here you are, a young, intelligent, independent woman. And you're lying on the floor, getting a man to kick you for sexual pleasure.'

The words hit her, hit both of them with the truth of the situation, and that which had seemed perfectly natural just a moment before became imbued with the magic of the forbidden. She let out a strong strangulated moan, loud and crisp.


Another Day



'Oh my fuck, you're kicking me,' she gasped, whether in joy or horror he couldn't tell from her tone. He kicked her harder, and harder.

Now she was crying, twisted on the floor. She was not trying to get away, he supposed she was too tired. He kicked her in the belly and the thighs, in the arse and arms. He put his foot on her face and trod on her, though he found he couldn't stamp on her when he tried.

His knife was on the table, and taking it, he cut the bonds that held her ankles and wrists together. Then he kicked her in the cunt.

'Worthless bitch,' he whispered, half to himself, and she moaned again, wriggled and sobbed.

'Worthless, flat-cheated, slack-cunted, skinny little dollrag whore,' he murmured. 'Ask me to kick you.'

Maybe she had not heard him, maybe that was why she was not answering. He kicked her. 'I want you to ask me to kick you, cunt,' he said over her crying.

'Please, kick me.'

She tried to relax, tried not to brace herself against the pain. There it came, thudding into her thigh.

'What are you?'

No reply.

'What are you?'

No reply

Swift, powerful kick in the belly.

'What are you?'

'I'm a stupid cunt, please kick me.'

'Oh fuck yeah,' he moaned as he kicked her over and over. She still made no movement, lay docile by his feet.

'I think... I think (the words came out strained. Did he sound high-pitched? he shook his head and carried on) I want to fuck you now, cunt.'

Only a slight noise from the creature on the floor let him know she had heard. He took hold of her underneath her arms, and lifted her prone body onto the bed.

She fell backwards onto the pillow, too tired to do anything, too tired to react, too tired to fight. With his left hand, he spread her legs, and started to play with her cunt. Pulled on her pierced clit, flicked her fleshy labia.

He put his finger in her; found her pussy soaking wet and welcoming. She seemed to move a little as he entered her, but he could not be sure. He didn't care much, watched his hand as it fingered her cunt and clit and arsehole. He slipped his finger back in, this time with a second. And a third. She definitely moved then. He laughed. You just have to fill this cunt up and she's always happy, even if she's not really conscious!

A fourth finger found its way into her spacious cunt, and he eased his thumb in through the middle. She pulled away, her cunt was stretched with him, but he moved with her, kept forcing his hand. She started to cry very quietly, the hardness of his knuckles entering her putting pressure on her abdomen, hurting her.

He watched, fascinated, as her meat moved and expanded like plasticine around his invading fist. Little by little, his hand crept into her. His knuckles were disappearing, going, going, gone. He braced himself, and closed his hand into a fist, and with an inaudible plop sound, his hand disappeared into her cunt.

Inside her hole he found a cavity that seemed to be made for his fist, not a squash like the entrance, but a comfortable space. He seemed to be in his hand as he felt around, waggled fingers to feel out his surroundings. He was inside her. He moved his fist gingerly in and out, not wanting to hurt her too much. She was still crying, his invasion was emotional as well as physical and she had nothing to stop her tears with. She moved her lips, and seemed to whisper something, but he could not hear. 

He leant in close to her lips, fist still moving inside her, twisting and pushing.

'Punch me in the cunt,' she whispered again. He felt nothing for a second, and then release, starting battering her cunt with his fist, ramming it in and out, trying to keep control so that he didn't damage her. And then he saw it properly, his arm ending, not with a hand, but with a person, his girl impaled on his arm. Her cunt was his.

'i'vegotmyfuckinhandinyourcunt' he said, moving his arm faster now, in and out. he pulled it all the way out, looked at his wet fist for a second in wonder, before extending his arm again, shoving his fist effortlessly back into her gaping hole.

He fucked her like this for a while, enjoying the second when he entered her, then put his fist far up inside her and kneaded it against her walls til she came to sobbing orgasm.

Little gasping sobs were still coming from her when he turned her on her front.

She lay motionless still, unable to muster the strength to move, even as the cool point of the blade entered her skin. She kept very still while he cut her, even stiller than she had been.

'Cunt' he said, when he had finished his work. 

After the blade, she felt nothing. Heard him say 'cunt' in another world. 

He spat on his hard cock.

a tremendous burning pain as he penetrated her dry and bruised rectum, relentless force as he ripped open her sphincter. She began to cry again. The pain of her unprepared arsehole and the knowledge of her pain were nearly enough to make him come straight away, but he pushed it down, spat again at his cock, where it entered her stretched anus. That was better now. He rode her from behind, watching her inscribed back as he pushed in and out of her swiftly expanding arsehole. 'Cunt, cunt, cunt, fucking cunt,' he said affectionately as his rape of her became less painful for them both. Gathering pace, he grabbed her throat, put her in a choking armlock as he fucked her. Her breath became short and forced, rasping burr of someone who is desperate for air. He seemed to lose his stride, his position balanced on his arm was uncomfortable. With a sigh, he sat up, slapped her face hard, one, twice, three times. then with an ever more violent thrust of his cock, he put a pillow over her head, held it down with his left hand, watched himself enter her headless, self-less body, looked at his carving, C U N T between her shoulderblades, dribbling blood down her back, thought of her stretched cunt and violated arse.

He pushed down harder on the pillow. 'Relax,' he thought. 'Relax into it'

(Kill me, came her thought suddenly in his head)

She flailed desperately, struggled instinctively against death and at that very moment he came violently, with a great moan.

He nestled in close to her warm soft body, took in her smell and taste and feel. A succession of virtual girls stripped for him while he rolled and smoked a cigarette. He cleaned her wounds while she slept, and tucked her in under the big soft duvet.

When she awoke, she found him curled up, underneath the bed. 



Another Day



This is a continuation of another short story titled: Odd Job. I suggest reading that, before reading this. I hope you enjoy. Comments are appreciated!

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October 24, 2015

Incidents of espionage have been well documented throughout history. The ancient writings of Chinese and Indian military strategists such as Sun-Tzu and Chanakya contain information on deception and subversion. Chanakya's student Chandragupta Maurya, founder of the Maurya Empire, made use of assassinations and spies. The ancient Egyptians had a throughly developed system for the acquisition of intelligence. Feudal Japan often used ninjas to gather intelligence. All methods were used to obtain information using nothing more than humans and specific tools. When the ability to communicate from one source to another was used by morse code, radio, phone, computer, etc, humans were no longer essential for collecting intelligence. Thus spies became obsolete for a period of time. During the WWI, WWII, The Cold War, and Vietnam, countries relied on obtaining information by the means of intercepting coded documents, data, reports—any input that's traveling through the highway of communications between two factions. Once the means of advanced security became relevant, countries and groups could no longer collect the intel by using complex machines to decipher and decode the input that would travel through mainframes. Since then the custom of human spies that were once formally useless are now crucial. 

It is of this, a new generation that had the NSA form the operation: The Third Converge. The First Converge was established soon after the birth of The United States. Its purpose was to gather info on other countries and groups. The fashion was using men and women to access and infiltrate certain faction groups to be aware of their purposes to protect the country and its citizens. The Second Converge was created to replace the first. The Second Converge used machines and components to keep tabs and monitor factions remotely. These times were easier to gather intel and much quicker since no humans were longer needed to penetrate countries or factions. With firewalls and super computers, it now was the time of The Third Converge. Humans were now needed again to gather important intel. In the frame of The Third Converge, Shadow Assets were the new breed of spies. 

With all the high tech gadgets, weaponry, and tactics, the rudimentary technique of spying has been extravagantly changed. The Third Converge supplies everything needed to their Assets. Each Asset has their own field operative to help them in situations like hacking into a computer, or giving simple directions when needed. All this is done remotely. The field operative is normally near the Assets in a van, but it's been notably dangerous to bring a field operative. Field operatives now stay in Washington, the NSA headquarters. It's much safer in case the Assets need to leave an area quickly and quietly. Assets are experienced men and women in the art of acrobatics, weaponry, and hand to hand combat, but are professional at evasion, stealth and interrogation. Assets are recruited from all special organizations in government. Only some can become an Asset. It requires patience, hard work, and extreme discipline. An Asset is alone on a mission and will be abandoned if they are captured, so the United States is not held responsible for a spy in another country. After being recruited, Assets go through extensive training in which they learn to be able to respond to any situation immediately with precise execution. They have to be able to react to anything accordingly. Once, Assets regularly operated solo missions, recently though Assets have been working in pairs for complicated missions. These Assets are the muscle for the new espionage era. This is exactly what he is, a Shadow Asset. 

Nearing Phoenix International Airport, he is excited to touch ground. It's been a long day. At touch down he exits the plane. The time it took to get off was not so bad as the others. It was a small flight. Walking up the ramp to reach the terminal he can't help but passively listen to the people around him. Training has taught him to always observe and be astute. The two girls close to him are discussing plans for their vacation. They talk amongst themselves deciding they should acquire some attractive male attention during their visit. This brings him to actively listen and he succeeds very noticeably. The two girls look right at him and smile. Giggling, they head away from him turning around to get another look at the handsome man. He can't help but blush slightly. They notice and start giggling again. He stops walking in the terminal and just stares at the departing girls. For a 25 year old man he is doing well for himself when it comes to women. Nothing serious and nothing extravagant.

Heading into the bathroom to drain his bladder he stops and looks himself in the mirror. With light blue eyes, brown hair, a structured face with a cleft in his chin, he was always told he was handsome with traditional good looks. It always helped too that he is in the best shape in his life. He is not huge with muscle, but toned. After taking a leak and washing his hands he decides to fix his hair. His hair was pretty short, spiked up in the front.

He walks out of the bathroom and heads down the hall toward baggage claim. Watching all the people preoccupied with their affairs bores him. All of them on their phones, listening to their iPods, selfishly concerned about their next dilemma. Clueless to the true aspects in life, absorbed in their day by day life of small luxuries. Pure ignorance seems to bring them happiness. By no means is he unhappy, but sometimes a simple life seems to be an easier one. 

The baggage conveyor belts starts spitting out the bags and everyone begins crowding around it waiting to spot their bag, grab it and leave. When waiting for his bag, a visibly shorter man approaches. 

"Can I see your passport or ID please?" the short man asks.

It is an airport security officer asking. He is annoyed with the question, maybe he is tired, or it could be that he is anxious to get home and any attempt to delay that wish would bother him. Is he acting suspiciously? He is in dark clothing, but still his actions were not peculiar in any sort. He wants this confrontation over with so without a word he gets out his passport and hands it over.

Taking the passport the security man looks at it, then up at him. The security officer tries to pronounce his first name. "Ala... Ela..."

"ăl'əmĕth. Al for short," states Alemeth looking directly into the other man's eyes. 

"Did I do something wrong, Officer?" Al continues. 

"No, Sir," replies the airport security. "Random checks, part of the job. You must understand, I mean nothing by it. Have a good day, sir." With that the security man hands over the passport and departs. Odd, Al thinks, but after watching the officer a little longer Al notices he's asking a couple the same question. Alemeth was Al's real name, but many people can't pronounce it correctly and Al is shorter and less garish. 

After getting his baggage, he walks to the long term parking garage, gets in his truck and travels on the I-10 east. Taking the 202 east he is on his way to Val Vista. Twenty-five minutes later he is pulling into his driveway. Al gets out, locks his truck and enters the home he bought when the housing market was at its lowest. He got an even better deal since he was enlisted in the military. A low percent on a 250,000 dollar house. About five years ago the valley built more houses than were needed. The supply did not meet the demand. Thus the rates were low to compensate for the low demand. So thanks to that he has a great house. He could have gotten a bigger one, but who is he trying to impress? No need to go overboard. Plus he wanted to save his money. After eating he gets himself up to his room and on the bed. Before he knows it he is out like light.

Late afternoon is advancing when Al wakes. Three o'clock glows red on the radio. Al got gets up, takes a quick shower, and gets dressed in loose clothing. Today is beautiful. Spring is a good time in Arizona—not too hot, but always sunny. In the kitchen Al makes his protein shake for later and puts the thick liquid in a container, then puts that container in the fridge. With a yawn and stretch Al grabs a skillet, cracks some eggs, and starts to make a omelet. A delicious omelet with shredded cheese, bacon, green peppers, the works. He will need the energy for later when Al travels to a nearby gym for a lesson of self defense. It's a style of Judo mixed with Krav-Maga. His teacher is a beautiful woman named Elina. She is an energetic girl, still young like Al, but has mastered many things in a short time. 

From what she's told Al, Elina was born in Houston. Her parents own many businesses, including a gym. When she was very young she was taught many fighting styles by the instructor at that gym. She progressed fast in her training, learning many types of self defense techniques. She won many competitions in her time and still competes. She moved to Scottsdale and attended ASU. When she graduated majoring in business, she decided to open a gym in Gilbert. She has been doing this for some time now. She's always happy and seems to enjoy life. 

When he first met her, there seemed to be good chemistry between them. She always seemed to flirt with him, but he would discard it thinking it was just how she was. This was a ongoing thing with them. There would be subtle hints of an attraction on her part, but he wasn't sure sometimes. Of course he is attracted to her. She's 5'6" and weighs 110 pounds. Very thin, healthy body. She is in the middle of toned and skinny. With her marvelous blond hair, alluring green eyes, stunning facial features, she is one of the most ravishing women he has ever laid eyes on. Their relationship has been nothing more than a friendship. They have gotten coffee together a couple times and even went out to dinner once. The hints seemed to be there concerning the allurement that she has toward Al. He would always laugh it off or say something to release the tension. Sometimes she would show that she was displeased with him ignoring the compliments. He will see her today and he is anxious to get to class. 

Eating in his living room, Al turns on the TV. He changes the channel to a news station and catches up on local events and past reports. Nothing worth remembering, he thinks. After he is done eating and cleaning up the small mess, Al gets his bag and towel. 

He walks to the garage, opens the door and gets inside his truck. He is driving on the main road, Pecos, heading east. Once he gets to Higley he makes a right to travel south. Five minutes later he is pulling into the parking lot of the gym. Not many people are here. Getting out of the truck, Al goes to the front door. Opening the door Al is greeted by a rush of cool air. Looking around he notices there are a few people inside using the workout equipment. 

"Hey there Al, you here for class?" 

A trainer that Elina hired to help around the gym is asking Al this question. His name is John. He is a physical guru. Only eats organic foods, always works out and exercises. As fit as he is he isn't very astute. Nothing bad, just not as keen as others. Still he is a nice guy and is extremely polite.

"Yep, sure am. What room is it in today?" Al decides to keep the small talk going.

"Oh it's in room two, Elina is already in there. You're pretty early, there isn't anyone here yet for class but you."

"Yeah well I didn't have anything else planned so I decided to get here early. I'm just going to get in there and start stretching. It's good to see you John. Have a good one. See ya later."

"Yep you too Al, take it easy."

Entering room number two Al is welcomed by the pleasant Elina.

"Good afternoon Alemeth, how are you doing today?" Elina asks with a smile. Al responds in kind saying it is good to see her again.

"I've been doing good. How have things been?"

"It's good, very good. I haven't seen you in a while. Has it been busy at work?"

Al told her he worked as a government agent whose job is to travel to United States embassies in other countries to adjust their functions so the embassy works more efficiently and organized.

"Yeah it has, traveled to France again. Twice in six months. If they don't get their act together I'm sure some jobs will be lost. How about you?" 

"It's been busy. More and more people sign up for classes and memberships for the equipment. So how come you're here so early? Missed me?" 

She says this with another smile, this one is different though. It might be wishful thinking, but what if this woman was coming onto him? She is very good looking, a natural beauty. If this girl is flirting right now, Al didn't know it yet. He normally picks up on this, but this girl is very different than others. She is very special in that he has respect for her and would never want to rush into anything. If he was to press the matter and perhaps be a little suggestive and he was turned down their relationship won't be the same. He likes her so Al will wait until the flirting is absolutely obvious.

"Sure I did, can't get the training any other place," Al says this to keep it professional and see her response. Her smile fades a little. Did Al also notice disappointment, discouragement? 

"Well, I'm glad to see you back. Let's have a good session and start stretching shall we?"

"Yeah, let's."

"So have you gotten yourself a girlfriend since the last time we saw each other?"

There it is again, Al thinks to himself. That smile, the tone, body movement, flick of her hair, posture, hips. All the signals being displayed. Is this wishful thinking? With all the training in observation and the natural instinct he has at reconnaissance and reading people, he can not understand if he is looking into this too much. Stop and relax, he tells himself. He will open up and embrace his gift of discernment.

"No, I haven't got one. How about you Elina, do you have a boyfriend?" he looks at her and notices that his answer is not the one she wants. He didn't put much detail into his answer.

"No, I don't have one either. I haven't found a man that is good enough. I need one who knows how to handle himself and a woman like me. These guys today aren't real gentlemen. Not like they used to be, not like you."

There it is, clear as day. Point blank. He knows it. Or does he? Damn, he thinks to himself. Is that just a compliment, or more? This is impossible and ridiculous. He is a spy and one of the best in the agency. He's able to interrogate anyone and know from tone of voice and pulse fluctuation if the person is lying or not. He is able to observe human behavior in such a way that he scared his trainer back when he was learning to become a spy. All of this and he can't decode the basic human behavior of a woman. Then again, they are just as complicated as men. Pay attention, he thinks to himself.

Right when he is going to say something, the door into the class room swings open and people started to enter. The session is going to start soon and his classmates are starting to get to class. His timing couldn't have been worse. Great, he thinks to himself. With that last thought, class starts.

The session is working well, until Elina tells the class to partner up for the next exercise. Elina asks Al to be her partner. Al agrees and waits for instructions. The purpose of this exercise is to disable your opponent and get him or her on the ground. Easy enough, Al thinks. Would he be disabling Elina or her him? They stand face to face. She asks the class to watch her and Al perform the action. 

Then, without warning, Elina quickly approaches Al using her left hand to grab his right forearm. Al tries a basic counter that will have him twisting around, grabbing her left arm with his right hand and then applying pressure on the elbow, but she's agile and has the element of surprise. She gets close to Al, turning her back to him. Still holding his forearm, she uses her right leg and brings it back so it is in between his legs. Using her momentum and her foot that is throwing him off balance, she throws him over on her right side. He falls on his back with a hard thump. The mat eases his fall, but the sound is loud. She asks everyone to follow suit. Al gets up and listens to her explain the move, showing the importance of using a leg in between their opponent's legs so the opponent can't gain balance after being thrown over the right hip. After the instructions she tells them to proceed on each other switching from thrower to the thrown. 

"Okay Al, your turn. Will you be able to get me on the ground?"

Her voice is taunting. What is she trying to do, embarrass him in front of the class? But for what? Just as she did, he attacks with no warning. He grabs her right arm with his left hand. He turns his back to her and brings up his leg in between hers. 

She knows this move very well. Hell, she was the one to offer it to the class. So she's able to counter this easily. Once he brings his back to her and is going to put his leg in between hers, she puts her left hand on his back where his shoulder connects to his arm. While doing that she twists her right arm quickly. His grip releases and she grabs his right arm. She brings him to the ground by applying pressure on his arm. She gets him to the ground, puts her knee on his back and uses her weight to keep him on the ground, not that he would move since his arm was being bent in a way that would break it if she administered more pressure. She gets close to his ear and whispers very quietly,

"Whats wrong Al? Can't decide whether to get in between my legs or not?"

"What?" Al replies back, half confused, half embarrassed.

"Come on, you hesitated when putting your legs in between mine. What's on your mind? You seem distracted. Is something confusing you . . . Al?" 

These words are being processed by Al in a number of different ways. He wonders what the meaning is. Is she being blatant with him, or using the cover of the exercise to tell him something? Hesitate on what? The current exercise or with her, not acting on her hints and flirtatious behavior? Confused on the Judo move or on her? Confused on her approaches toward him? Is he really clueless to this or is he acting innocent and ignorant? If so, why? Why is he so (for lack of a better term) nervous about this interest between them? Great, what should he say now? Innocent he decides, that's what it is, he's acting innocent to her. Her tone is different. It's like a challenge or perhaps she's acting like him, oblivious. She's playing innocent now. Revealing that she knows his shyness.

"Yeah, I guess so." That's all he manages to mumble. He tries not to look so dismayed. 

"Well, pay attention to what's happening around you," she tells him, "You don't have to over analyze everything. Some things are pretty simple to understand Al." She speaks with a tone that signifies that she knows what Al is contemplating.

"Maybe I've been a little stubborn toward some obvious actions."

"I would say so," she says matter-of-factly. The smile returns to her. Now he has to do something. He just announced to her that he has been a little reserved. Well, more than a little. 

"How about we have dinner tonight?"

"That sounds good, but only if we eat at your place. I'll bring over some food and cook us something nice. How does that sound? You still live off Skyline right?"

Wow, he thinks to himself, "Yeah that would be great, and yep I'm still off Skyline. Do you need directions?"

"I will, after class though. For now let us continue. Place your feet here when performing the attack Al." She says this as she shows him what she means. He can not concentrate very well though. As he mimicks her moves and follows her steps his mind dwells on tonight. What will happen? he wonders. Not the time, he tells himself. He won't worry himself over tonight's dinner. He needs to relax, that's all. He has been overworked in his job and needs to wind down. 




Another Day



The remainder of the class is eventful. More throwing moves to disarm people are shown, then discussed in a group. The others in the class consist of two who are training for police work. Another one is young, fifteen or sixteen, learning for his own satisfaction. The others he is unsure about. Although the class is small, he doesn't talk to most of the people in the class. Just a mutual relationship consisting of a desire for self defense training. In the last five minutes of class people exchange goodbyes and thank yous. Once everyone leaves, Al and Elina talk for a few more minutes. Al gives her directions to his house. She asks him what kind of food he likes or what his favorite dish is. 

"Well anything with steak is good. Here, take 

this and I'll see you at my house." He says this while reaching into his pocket for his wallet. He's bringing it out and getting a fifty when she puts her hand on his and tells him it's not necessary.

"Please, I don't want to have you pay for it all."

"Oh don't worry about it. It's not a big deal. Just save up a good appetite for tonight. You're going to need it." She is now very close to him, pulling slightly on his shirt. If he is blushing he's too numb to know. He's speechless. Is she talking about hunger or something else? They say their goodbyes and agree to meet later.

The drive back to his house has Al anxious and excited. He drives to the store and picks up some candles and flowers. He gets inside and takes a quick look around before heading to the flower section. Finding a girl who works there he asks what he should get.

"What kind of smells do you like?" she asks.

"To be quite honest I'm trying to get something a woman will like."

"Depending on how well you know her, I would suggest getting roses. Can't go wrong with roses. Yellow or red, not white."

Alemeth wonders about this, remembering hearing this before, but can't recall why. 

"White is bad because . . .?" Alemeth asks.

"Each color of rose symbolizes something. White means marriage. So it would be wise not to get this unless you're really serious about her. Know what I mean?" Al nods and asks what the others mean. After learning that yellow is beauty, Al decides to get a half of dozen of those. She then guides him about candles. They both smell many different scents. When she advises a smell of cucumbers, Al looks at her strangely.

"I'm a psychology student and when we were learning about the differences between sexes and such there was a study to find out what smells women and men like. You know, when it comes to perfume and cologne?"

Al's listening to her explain the study and starts to get what she is saying. She continues to say that when it comes to men, they like the smell of donuts. Funny, Al thinks to himself. Girls like the smell of cucumbers. This also is humorous to Al as he chuckles twice. 

"Do you get it?" she asks curiously.

"Yeah, donuts for guys, cucumber for girls."

"No," she says back excited to tell him, "Girls like cucumbers." She says this using her hands to emphasize the shape of a cucumber. Al watches as she uses her fingers to draw an invisible cucumber. Al nods his head and keeps watching hoping to understand what she is saying.

"And guys like donuts." Again she uses her hands to draw the shape of a donut, a hole. She then combines the two and Al gets what she is saying.

"I got ya, that's funny. What a coincidence. I'll get this candle then." Al grabs the candle as he says this will be the one he buys and the girl just smiles. Al meets her at the register and she rings him up for the flowers and candle. After paying her and giving her a tip she tells him to have a goodnight. He says it back and smiles. Putting the stuff in his truck Al checks the time. He still needs to clean a bit and set up the flowers and candle. He only has an hour and he must make the best of it. 

Once he arrives back at his house Al rushes inside and cleans the house quickly. Nothing too extravagant, just a clean up. Put stuff away and tidy up a bit. He goes into his room and wonders if he should clean this up. Will they go that far tonight? Just in case, he puts clothes away and sprays a bit of Febreeze to freshen things up. He goes back into the kitchen and gets out the items from earlier. He gets a vase and pours cool water in it then puts in the flowers. He sets them on the table. He takes one out and places it at the small desk near the front door. One to give her personally, he tells himself. He lights the candle so the scent will already be circulating when she arrives. 

The door bell rings when the time strikes and Al opens the door to an amazing sight. In a black short dress is Elina. Absolutely stunning, he thinks. She normally grabs a guy's attention with her looks, but now she could stop traffic. Her black dress is casual and she's wearing heels. She has light make up on with her hair down. She's holding a paper bag that Al immediately grabs from her. She says thanks and enters his house. Al with his free hand, takes the flower off the desk and presents it to Elina. She smiles and gives him a light kiss on the cheek.

"You're too sweet Al."

All of a sudden Al thinks about what he's wearing himself. He can't remember if he changed. Looking down he realizes he did and is in casual dress also. He brings the bag into the kitchen and sets it down on the the counter. She looks around and starts to unpack the bag. It is awkward at first, but she breaks the ice quickly telling Al to show her around before she starts cooking. He starts with the kitchen telling her what the wood is and the tile. Bringing her into the living room he tells her small stories about getting the furniture. He brings her upstairs to show her his work out room. She asks where his room is and he shows her. It's very basic. Not just his room, but the entire house. He really doesn't need to impress anyone so he keeps everything simple. She enters his room and looks around. Pleased with it she comments on the beautiful house. When they both return to the kitchen she tells him to go away so she can cook. 

"Go watch TV or something, I want this to be a surprise for you. I can find everything I need and I brought some stuff to help so this shouldn't take long."

"Okay, just call if you need help. I'll go watch the news. There is a small TV in that cabinet if you wanna watch something." Al points to a cabinet above the main counter. She says thanks and tells Al to go relax. While watching TV Al listens to Elina move around the kitchen singing to a song that's playing on the TV in the cabinet. Al waits no longer than thirty minutes before Elina asks for help setting the table. Al enters the kitchen and the smell of seasoned steak hits him. It smells so good Al almost begins to salivate. He gets the appropriate dishes out and places everything on the dining room table. Once everything is ready, Elina puts the food on the plates. Al watches her place steak, broccoli with melted cheese and some sort of pasta on both plates. Al realizes he forgot about getting wine and silently curses, but is relieved when Elina asks where the wine glasses are while pulling out a bottle of red wine.

"They're right here," he says opening the cupboard and grabbing two wine glasses. He places them on the table and she brings the wine and pours a good amount into each glass. She just smiles at him and tells him to sit down and enjoy.

"This looks really good. I didn't know you could cook like this."

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Al, but I'm glad we are finally doing this."

"What is this exactly?" Al asks while beginning to cut into the steak.

"Getting to know each other in a more personal way," is her answer. As they eat and drink they chat about small things: politics, work, themselves. They laugh and talk, really enjoying the time together. Until she starts telling him, in a more serious tone, how much she likes him. She begins to tell him what she likes about him. His looks, attitude, career, and how he makes her weak in the knees. When she is pouring out all of her thoughts Al just watches her and admires her courage. When he realizes she is done and she is waiting for his response back, Al returns in kind.

"I've felt the same way about you since we met, but I never wanted to rush into anything. Never wanted to push you away." He looks into her with his piercing blue eyes. The gaze is held for what seems like eternity until she finally gets up, goes into the living room and puts on music, then returns to the dining room. 

"Let's clean this up," she says. Both of them begin cleaning the table, rinsing off the dishes and placing them into the dishwasher. She tells him to hold on a second and walks into the living room. As he continues to clean up the table and rinse dishes, he hears her looking through his CDs. He begins to hear soft music playing and she returns into the kitchen slightly dancing her way in. She smiles and gets closer to him and starts pulling him into the living room.

"Slow dance with me Al." Wrapping their arms around one another, they dance close together. For two songs the stay like this, in each other's arms, not speaking rather just gazing into each other's eyes. After the second song ends, she looks up at him and brings her mouth to his. She trembles as they share their first kiss, still dancing.

"I want you," she whispers in his ear. Al smiles back and replies, "I've wanted you since we met." He takes her arm and guides her toward his bedroom. He is nervous with her and hopes wholeheartedly he will please her. In the bedroom, she brings him to the bed. He sits and she leads herself to him. The kiss is passionate, slow and sweet. Their hands caress each other as their tongues explore. Her slim, fit waist forms to Al's hands; her hands on his chest, lightly pressing on him to push him on his back. She climbs on top of him and he could feel her breasts being pressed into his chest. 

As they remove their clothes, their hands explore each other's bodies, shaking with desire. They move slowly, deliberately taking their time. As he enters her, Elina beings moving in rhythm with him. Soon she is breathing heavily as her body shudders with want. Her last moan is mingled with his name and sounds her satisfaction.

They change positions and continue with their exploration of each other, kissing and gazing into each other's eyes. Elina marvels at his stamina, as she encourages him along their journey. He's beginning to feel pressure and her body can sense it.

"My stomach," Elina directs him as he makes his way closer to his release. Afterward, he collapses onto the bed next to her and she curls up next to him with her hand on his chest, her head near his.

"Wow Al, wow. That was purely amazing." She lets out a long satisfied sigh. She looks back at him and he stares at her, realizing he could get used to hearing that. She rubs her hand on his chest, down to his stomach. She can feel a scar on his stomach. Not wanting to ask, but still curious she looks at him while covering his scar with her hand and running trails over it with her fingers.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." He kisses her on the forehead and soon Al is fast asleep, their bodies entangled. This is Elina's favorite part of making love. She feels the fondness to protect him until he is able to gather his strength again. It is now that Elina knows that he is the most vulnerable. 

October 30, 2015

For the past week they've been starting to see each other more and more. Since he didn't have work he would visit her on her lunch break and both of them would go out for food. They would hang out after she's done working and spend most nights at his house. The two of them were really getting to know each other. Their feelings for each other kept growing every day. After a night at a restaurant and deciding it was best for her to stay with him tonight, he brings her to his house. That night they make love again. Falling asleep together, entwined. In the morning Al wakes up to the sound of a distinctive ring from his phone. He looks at his watch. It reads eight thirty. He sits up on his bed, turning to the side, placing his feet on the ground. He answers the phone.

"I thought you said I had a month," is the welcoming Al gives. Al's annoyed due to the fact he has a new relationship with someone and he knew Gladden would be telling him that his expertise is needed.

"I know, but with the intel you gave us it would seem that we have a mole."

"Do tell."

"Meet me at the usual spot." Gladden is referring to the spot they have met many times before. It's one of the places he uses to debrief Al with his next mission.

"I have company over right now. Two hours. I'll see you soon." Al hears the other end of the line disconnect and he hangs up the phone. He turns to look at Elina, sleeping so beautifully next to him on his bed. He wakes her up gently and tells her he has to meet his boss soon. She replies by asking him if he has to leave to go to another embassy.

"More than likely yes, but don't worry, I'll be back before you know it. Let's take a shower and eat, then I gotta go meet my boss." The two get up from bed. She's only wearing one of his shirts. Too sexy, he thinks. He enters the bathroom, turns on the shower and strips down. As soon as he does he feels her hands run up his back. She goes to him and faces him to kiss very intensely. Both get in the shower, make love, then wash each other off lavishly with soap. They rinse off under the warm water. They dry themselves off and get dressed. 

"So when will I see you again?" she asks this sort of sad, but very sensual about seeing Al again.

"I'm going to go see my boss, talk to him, then I'll call you to find out when I'll be back."

She tells him that's good and that she can't wait. They both make plans for later tonight. Once she leaves he gets in his truck and leaves for the San Tan village. He travels north on Higley and turns west on Williams Field. One short mile later he's pulling into the mall and searching for a parking spot near the small park area. He gets a spot near the park and notices Gladden's car, the new Charger. Al walks to the picnic area and spots his boss. He sits down at the chess table and Gladden gets the pieces out and they both set up the board. 

"I believe it's thirteen to ten, your lead." Gladden speaks of the score they have been keeping while playing chess. Gladden uses quick attacks when playing, trying to take out the king as soon as he can. It's a good strategy, to catch your opponent off guard, but it normal leads to poor piece placement. His side is always scattered. Al does the opposite, carefully planning his attacks, using back up with his other pieces, setting up traps. They begin to play when Al asks why he's here.

"We looked at the intel you gathered for us from the last minute operation and it seems we have a mole." Al ponders this for a bit, thinking of his next move and what Gladden just told him. 

"I'm guessing we don't know who it is, but I'm guessing the code in the intel matches somewhat with code used by America. What government agency?"

"It looks like CIA, that's why we called you. You're going back to Russia to find either who it is or how to find out. A small headquarters for EG is in Russia. We know that the intel we need is there. The place is called Red Mountain. It was used many times throughout transmissions between the unknown mole and a religious faction."

"Tell me what you know so far and when I leave."

Gladden tells him what they found so far. A overzealous religious group is using a arms dealer as a third party to get their hands on a special material that kills off life within a certain radius. The religious group is the unknown faction. The material is very potent and hard to clean up. Gladden says if a dirty bomb was laid and detonated in Manhattan it would kill all life in the city, not just human. Plants, animals, everything. It would be about three hundred years before anyone would be able to live there, because of the level of toxicity. It would become a ghost town. The stuff sounds really bad, Al thinks. He always wondered why people wanted to use such harmful material on earth. 

"So a faction is using this arms dealer to get the material for them. They wanna use it somewhere that we don't know yet and someone in our government is helping this faction, and we don't know who that is either. My mission is to find the glue that connects these pieces together?"

Gladden looks at Al and nods. "Here is your flight ticket to Washington. It leaves in three hours so pack and I'll see you there." Gladden looks at the board and sees Al has him in checkmate. Gladden sighs and gets up to leave. Al curses to himself. He won't be able to see Elina. As he walks to his truck he phones Elina and tells her the news. Well, tells her that he has to leave for work. She tells him she understands and to be safe. After saying goodbye Al heads back to his house. His mind is on Elina, but he will have to focus on his job now.



Another Day



She didn't see him as he sat at the bar and watched her. It was a busy evening - the local rugby club had played a home match and the men had all piled into the pub afterwards, the cold smell of early winter lingering on their clothes and hair as they burst through the door.

Millie moved quietly and efficiently behind the bar, and although this was only her second night, she felt capable and confident about handling the rowdy crowd of men. They were in a good mood, the afternoon's triumph reflected in their glowing faces and loud shouts as they jostled one another at the bar. The noise level grew louder as more and more men arrived with hardly a woman amongst them. So, preoccupied as she was, she didn't notice him sitting quietly in the corner, his eyes following her as she pulled pints and chatted and laughed with her customers.

Later, when it grew quieter and she finally had time to relax, he held his pint glass out to her and smiled. "I could do with a refill..."

She grinned back at him and noticed how sad his eyes were, despite the smile on his face. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, fair-haired and slim-built. She wondered why she'd never noticed him before.

"Busy tonight," he said, taking a long sip of his beer. "You new here?"

She nodded. "Second night. I was warned we were going to be busy."

She turned away and started polishing the glasses. Something about him made her feel nervous and she could feel his eyes on her as she worked. The bar was quiet now as most of the team had moved into the back room to work their way through a buffet that had been prepared for them and she struggled to think of something to say.

"So what brings you out to the back of beyond?"

She laughed and shot him a sideways glance. "It's not the back of beyond! I love it here!"

"We'll see how long you say that when the winter sets in," he grimaced, took a last swallow of his beer and eased himself off the bar stool. "I'm Adam, by the way. Nice to meet you."

He turned and with a wave, he'd gone, leaving Mille to stare at his back as he strode to the door, a curious and unexpected disappointment making her stomach sink.

*

"Are you coming with us tonight?"

Millie looked over at Sarah, the Landlord's daughter and grinned. "Of course! I can't wait!"

"It'll be good to show you there's more to life than this dump..."

A few weeks had passed since the night of the rugby match and Millie hadn't seen Adam in the pub again. She'd become friends with Sarah who'd offered to show her the bright lights of the nearest large town.

Millie laughed. "It's not a dump! It's beautiful here!"

Sarah frowned. "You wouldn't say that if you'd lived here all your life. It may be beautiful but where's the excitement?"

The two girls laughed and Millie turned as the heavy pub door opened. She felt a jolt of surprise as Adam entered and their eyes met, his face aglow with the cold. But before Millie could open her mouth, Sarah had moved forward smoothly, her body acting as an effective barrier.

"Adam! We are honoured!"

Millie watched as Sarah flirted with Adam, their banter easygoing and friendly. She suddenly felt like the outsider she was, knowing that it would take years to achieve this level of intimacy.

Adam resumed his seat at the bar, shaking out a newspaper as he sat and Millie took the opportunity to confide in her friend.

"Who is he?"

"Who? Adam?"

"Yes," Millie hissed. "Is he married?"

Sarah regarded her with curiosity. "Fancy him? Bit old for you, though, isn't he?"

Millie blushed. At twenty she didn't feel he was too old for her, but from the look on Sarah's face, she could tell the other girl was surprised.

"Not married...no. He was though, once..."

"So? What is he? Divorced?"

Sarah shook her head. "Stay away from him, Millie. Adam's great but he's not the man for you if you're just looking for a good time."

"What do you mean?"

Sarah looked over at him as he sat engrossed in The Times. "His wife died two years ago and he took it hard. And I mean, really hard."

Millie felt a pang of sympathy. Sarah watched her reaction and squeezed her hand. "Believe me, leave well alone. He's very intense, our Adam. You need someone more your age, someone who's out for fun like you."

Adam wasn't mentioned again, but Millie could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the bar. Sarah made sure that every time he wanted a drink she pulled his pint, and Millie began to wonder if her friend wasn't warning her off something that she herself wanted.

Later, they piled into a taxi with the kitchen staff and headed into the nearest town. It was another wild night with the wind howling and rain slicing across the black sky. The nightclub was brightly lit and Millie felt a surge of excitement course through her veins. Since moving to the small Lakeland village she'd missed her friends and tonight was a welcome change from the evenings spent in the small cottage she shared with her parents. It was true that the surrounding countryside was beautiful but she was beginning to wonder whether she'd done the right thing in leaving her friends behind in the big city.

The noise of the club made conversation impossible and soon Millie was dancing in a mixed group, faces flushed with heat and excitement. It was dark and the spinning lights and pounding beat disorientated her for a second. Closing her eyes against the harsh lights she opened them again to find Adam looming over her.

It was so unexpected that Millie almost fell, her stiletto heels turning awkwardly. Adam caught her and held her close." Come on," he whispered into her ear. "Let's go and find a table."

Millie looked back at her group of friends but no-one else seemed to notice that he'd arrived. She followed him into the depths of the club, his business suit incongruous amongst the scantily clad dancers and watched as he slid onto a banquette seat. He smiled and motioned for her to sit next to him.

The music was quieter here and she sat down, her nerves growing.

"Don't look so scared. I'm not going to eat you." 

Millie watched as he shrugged off his jacket and laid it next to him. She could feel the warmth of his body as he leaned closer to her.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked

"Yes...of course."

"Look, I'm sorry to drag you away from your friends, but I thought we could have a chat. Do you want a drink?"

She nodded and watched as he weaved his way back across the dance floor, her stomach tight with anticipation and nerves. Sarah's warning words came into her head and she wondered just what she was getting into. There was no denying the depth of attraction between them, but could she handle a man with as much baggage as Adam?

Minutes later he was back, a bottle of champagne in a bucket, two glasses dangling from his hands. He smiled and set them before her.

"Do you like champagne?"

Mille laughed. "Doesn't everyone?"

"That's better," he said as he poured two frothy glasses. "You look more relaxed now."

Chinking his glass against hers, he smiled. "I suppose Sarah's given you the low-down on me. Warned you off, no doubt?"

Millie blushed. "She did say that you were a widower."

He made a face. "God, I hate that word. Makes me feel older than I am." He drank his glass in one go and poured another before leaning back on the banquette seat. "Do you think I'm a dirty old man?"

"No! How old are you?"

Adam laughed and drained his glass again. "Old enough to know better." He was suddenly serious. "Millie...there's something between us...I think you know that. The question is, do we do anything about it?"

Their eyes met for what seemed an age and Millie felt her insides shudder as he took her hand. He leant down and kissed her, his mouth soft on hers, but cold from the chilled champagne. He tasted and smelt wonderful, she thought, as his tongue gently probed her mouth open and she gave in to the feelings sweeping through her. 

"What are you doing?" 

Adam and Millie broke apart in shock at the sound of Sarah's voice. They gazed at her as she stood before them, hands on hips. "What did I tell you? You stupid cow!" She stormed over to Millie and pulled her to her feet. "I said he's bad news," she hissed in Millie's ear. "Come on, we're going."

Millie stared at her friend in shock. "How dare you tell me what to do! We're both adults!" She looked over at Adam who shrugged his shoulders.

"She's right. Go home, Millie. Stay away from me."

Millie flung him a look of contempt before turning and walking away. She felt angry and confused but worse of all, she felt as if she'd been used and then thrown away. His plaything to tease...

*

Sarah and Millie kept away from one another over the next few weeks, always careful to be working in the pub at different times. Adam disappeared and Millie learnt to forget the events of the evening at the nightclub. It was nearing Christmas and the first snowfall made Millie's spirits rise as she gazed out at the distant mountains. 

One morning she awoke to a world of white. She had never experienced such heavy snowfall before and she felt of surge of energy at the thought of exploring the surrounding countryside. Pulling on warm clothes and boots she ran outside, her breath vaporizing in the freezing air.

For two hours she walked, her camera capturing the frozen lakes and mountains. As she rounded the bend into the village she spotted Adam walking in front of her, his tall figure striding along the village street. Her heart gave a thud in her chest as she watched him enter the small village shop that sold everything under the sun. Knowing that what she was doing was madness, Millie followed him into the shop, feeling in her pockets for change. If nothing else she could buy the daily newspaper.

He was standing gazing at the array of painkillers and medicines, a pitifully small amount by normal standards but enough to last the local villagers until they could get to the nearest town. She stopped for a second but then he turned and saw her and she almost gasped at how ill he looked.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "You look terrible."

"Flu," he muttered, turning back to the shelf. "I need some paracetamol." 

"Is there anything I can do?"

He looked at her and his face was so sad and lonely that Millie's stomach lurched. "No, I'm fine. I just need to spend a couple of days in bed."

An image of them both in bed flashed into Millie's mind and she turned away in embarrassment. She made her way to the front of the shop and picked up a local paper, her mind whirling with thoughts of how she could help him. Handing over her money, she saw him approach and smiled.

"Let me make you something to eat...please. It's the least I can do."

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "No, no...don't worry. I'll be OK." He shook the box of painkillers at her and managed a weak smile.

Something inside Millie couldn't let him go and she put her hand on his arm. "Adam...please. I can't leave you like this."

He looked at her and she felt that familiar shudder again. His eyes were so intense as they gazed at her and she wondered just what had happened in his life. Eventually he shrugged. "Alright...if you insist."

Minutes later they were at his home, an large, imposing Georgian fronted house that stood at the end of the village. In the kitchen she switched on the kettle and made them both a cup of tea, her hands trembling slightly as she found cups and milk. Adam had gone to sit by the fire and she could hear him coughing as she moved around the kitchen.

She carried the tea in and set it down beside him. He had his eyes closed and his breathing was shallow and fast.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" she asked, noticing his pale, clammy skin.

He grunted and Millie wondered what she could do. The house was quiet, only the sound of the crackling logs could be heard and she tried to imagine this beautiful house filled with laughter and the sound of children's voices.

"Come on, Adam. I think you should be in bed."

He grunted again but allowed her to help him up from the chair and up the stairs. His bedroom was tidy but impersonal and as he undressed she turned back the covers and drew the curtains. There were no photos or mementoes, just a wardrobe, drawers and the large bed that stood in the middle of the room. 

Adam climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He was trembling and Millie looked at him anxiously. "Is there anyone that can come in and look after you?"

"No," he replied, opening his eyes to look at her. "I'll be OK."

Millie sat for a minute longer but as she was about to get up and leave, he caught her hand. "Thank you," he whispered. "I'm sorry about the other night...in the club. I'd had a bit too much to drink."

Millie stared down at him as his eyes closed again and he fell instantly asleep.

*

The next morning, Millie walked the short distance to Adam's house and knocked on the door. There was no answer at first and she looked up at the bedroom window to see the curtains still closed. She knocked more loudly and waited and this time she could see his outline as he came down the stairs. When he opened the door she gasped in shock. He looked terrible, his fair hair sticking up and dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. He gave her a faint smile and waved her in.

"I'm sorry," Millie murmured. "I thought you might be better today."

"Not really. I can't seem to shake this off. Come up. I'm going back to bed."

She watched as he slowly climbed up the stairs but instead of following him she made her way into the kitchen again. The least she could do was make him something to eat and drink as the kitchen was just as she left it the day before and it looked like he hadn't eaten a thing.

When she entered his room with a tray of food and drink, he opened his eyes and smiled. "This is really good of you. You don't have to do this, Millie. You must have plenty of other things to do today."

She smiled. "I want to...always had a secret yearning to be a nurse!"

Millie set the tray down and sat on the bed. He hadn't shaved and stubble covered his chin. "I look a mess, don't I?" he said and ran his hand over his face. Could you get me some warm water and I'll try and have a quick wash. Might make me feel better."

She did as he said and carried a bowl and a towel back in. He only wore a pair of boxers and she turned to go.

"Don't leave," he rasped. "Can you help me?"

Millie felt a shot of arousal at the thought of helping him wash. She blushed as he stared at her. "Of course."

Adam struggled to sit up and Millie squeezed the sponge until it was almost dry and washed his face and hands. The intimacy of her actions made her ache and he didn't take his eyes off her once as she washed him.

Feeling uncomfortable, she tried to think of something to say. "Have you any friends who could help?" she asked.

"Yeah, but they're too busy. You know how it is..."

"What about work?"

He laughed. "I don't think any of my staff would want to do this, do you?"

"What is it that you do?"

"I run a building firm. Can't really imagine one of my hairy builders giving me a bed bath, can you?"

Millie smiled and rinsed out the sponge. "Is that OK?"

He looked at her and placed her hand on his stomach. With his hand over hers they washed his body and Millie trembled at the closeness they were sharing. There were no words spoken and when he pulled his boxers down, she looked away in confusion.

"Millie...please."

Very gently she lathered up her hands with the soap and stroked his semi-erect cock. It twitched beneath her fingers and Adam groaned and lay back on the bed, his eyes watching her. "That feels so good, Millie. It's been such a long time since anyone touched me..."

She washed all around his cock, loving the feel of him, their eyes on each other as she soaped his skin, and then rinsed him off with a sponge. Tenderly, she dried him and then waited. 

"I feel terrible," he muttered. "Too terrible to do what I'd love to do to you now...but promise me you'll come back tomorrow and help again?"

She nodded and pulled his boxers back up. She covered him with the thick quilt and then stooped to kiss him. His skin was warmer now and had lost that clammy feel but she could feel his breath catching in his chest. 

"What about the rest of today? Will you be OK?"

He nodded. "Sleep. That's all I want to do."

Millie looked at her watch. "I'm working at the pub tonight, but I can come over tomorrow afternoon. Will that be alright?"

"Of course," he said. "What is tomorrow?"

"Christmas Eve."

Adam smiled. "Well, perhaps you can bring me a stocking then..."

*

The next afternoon, Mille knocked on the door of Adam's house, her heart beating furiously. Ever since she'd left Adam the day before, she'd been thinking of him, imagining the two of them together, but nervous because of what Sarah had told her. Adam wasn't the sort of man who would be just a casual fling. For one thing he was around fifteen years older than her, had been married before and his intensity frightened her; the last thing she wanted was to hurt him again. That terrible sad and lonely look he sometimes wore had the ability to make Millie's heart ache.

She waited for him, worried that he was worse, but after a few seconds she saw his figure in the opaque glass in the door and breathed a sigh of relief. When he opened the door she was glad to see that he looked a little better, but was still pale.

"Come in." He smiled and Millie felt her stomach flip. He was wearing a dark green dressing gown and his hair was still sticking up all over the place.

"How do you feel?"

He shrugged and led the way up the stairs. "A bit better but still weak. You're not going to take advantage of me, are you?"

She laughed and the atmosphere immediately lightened. "Only if you want me to."

In the bedroom, he jumped back into bed and watched as she moved around the room. "It's a bit unfair of me to ask you to come back on Christmas Eve. I realised that after you'd gone yesterday."

"It's OK," she replied going over to the window. "My parents are fine with me being here. They're glad I've found a friend."

"A friend?" Adam laughed. "Do they know who your "friend" is?"

Millie turned to look at him. "Would it matter if they did?"

He shrugged. "Some people would think you were mad, getting involved with me. Me and all my baggage."

She looked at him. "What do you mean?"

He gazed at her and Millie felt her heart beat faster. "It's complicated," he said, turning away.

She went over to the bed and sat down. "I keep getting only part of the picture, Adam. What happened to you?"

There was silence for a few minutes and Mille began to wonder whether she'd said the right thing, whether it had been right to push him.

He took her hand. "My wife died...I suppose Sarah told you that?"

She nodded.

"You know Sarah's holding a torch for me, don't you? Had been even before I was married to Gina. Teenage crush that never went away, I suppose..."

Millie was silent. She fiddled with the hem of her blouse imagining Adam and Sarah together. The thought caused a shot of pain deep inside her.

"Nothing ever happened between Sarah and me. I'd only been married for a year and then afterwards..." He shrugged. "Gina was very much like you, Millie. And I killed her."

She gazed at him in shock. His face was a picture of misery and his eyes were wet. "I didn't kill her intentionally, of course. It was an accident. In our car, just before Christmas. But the guilt will never leave me, Millie. Even though it's been two years."

"This time of year...is this why you're alone?"

He shrugged again. "I suppose so. Never thought about it."

"How did the accident happen?"

He turned away again. "I don't want to talk about it, Millie. It was my fault, that's all you need to know. I never thought I'd get over her but then one evening I walked into the pub and I saw someone who...finally... managed to chase those bad memories away."




Another Day



Millie gazed at him and saw the tears in his eyes. "Come here," he murmured, sitting up and holding out his arms to her. She leaned forward, breathing in his warm scent. Their lips met and they kissed, tentatively at first, but as the arousal between them grew, it became more intense, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, the heat and desire growing. Millie pulled the covers down and parted Adam's dressing gown to kiss his bare chest. His skin was warm and dry and she took a nipple in her mouth, sucking it gently. He groaned and, encouraged, she pulled the covers down even further and untied the knot of his robe. He was naked beneath the robe and she gazed down at his body, pale in the late afternoon dusk.

"Take off your clothes," he urged shrugging out of his robe and watching her. 

She stood and removed the blouse that she had worn for her lunchtime stint at the pub, and then unzipped her short skirt. Underneath, as a joke for Adam, she'd worn a pair of stockings which had been digging into her skin all morning. She'd chosen her underwear carefully, the black bra and panties the perfect contrast to her creamy skin.

"Stockings?" Adam laughed and held out his arms again. "Come here."

She knelt on the bed, still wearing her black court shoes and leaned forward to kiss him. He ducked out of the way and instead, kissed her full breasts, his mouth moving over her skin and making the ache of arousal even stronger. He gently pulled down the lace of her bra and kissed her nipples, the darker skin puckering immediately under the soft touch of his lips.

She reached around and unclipped her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. He cupped them both in his hands and feasted on them greedily, sucking and nibbling at the nipples until she felt she couldn't take the pleasure any longer.

She leant back and their eyes met. It was dark now, only the soft glow from the street light outside making faint shadows on the walls. She stood and removed her panties and her shoes, watching his face as she moved, and then knelt back on the bed, her pussy level with his face.

He knew what she wanted and gripped her hips, pulling her closer, his breath warm on her thighs he bent to kiss her. When his tongue delved deep into her pussy she gasped with pleasure and he held her even tighter, his hands pressing into her bottom.

"Ohh," she moaned, feeling his tongue probe deeper, his nose pushed into the mound of soft hair covering her vagina. "No-one has ever..."

He looked up at her and smiled. "My Christmas present to you, Millie..."

She'd never experienced pleasure like it as Adam's expert mouth and lips brought her to the brink of orgasm. He savoured every part of her pussy, his tongue moving in and out rhythmically and massaging her clitoris while his hands kneaded her bottom. She, in turn, caressed her breasts, running her fingers over the hard nipples and wallowing in the waves of pleasure rocking through her body, her eyes closed in sheer bliss.

She wanted him inside her, though, needed to feel his cock thrusting in as deep as it would go and she thought back to the previous afternoon when she had washed him so tenderly. She pulled away and moved down to hover over his erect cock. He smiled and she took her time, touching him, her hands moving over the smooth, hard skin and cupping the moist head. 

They paused a minute, their eyes dark with arousal, before she lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her so comfortably. He still looked pale and she could hear his unsteady breathing but it was wonderful knowing that she was giving him pleasure. She moved up and down smoothly, loving how he filled her so well and taking enjoyment in his small moans and sighs.

His hardness sent shivers of pleasure through her and she alternated her movements so that he touched every part of her. She could feel her orgasm building again and knew that it would take just a slight touch on her swollen clitoris to bring her to climax, but the feeling was so good, she didn't want it to end. Adam brought up his knees and she leaned back, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her.

"I can't hold it much longer," he groaned and she fingered her clitoris, the feelings intensifying as he thrust his hips to meet her movements.

They both experienced a climax that was more intense than any they had known before and Adam gasped as he came. She'd watched his face contort and then felt her own orgasm begin, her body shuddering with the force of her arousal. She gently fell forward onto his chest and could feel his heart hammering against her face, his chest rising and falling with the exertion.

"Are you OK?" she asked anxiously, noticing how pale he still was.

He nodded. "Just a bit tired...I've never felt anything like that before Millie..."

They stared at one another and then she crawled into bed with him, the cool of the room making her skin erupt into tiny goosebumps. They stayed curled up together, their sleep deep and peaceful in the silent house. It was only when the church bells started to ring out at midnight that they finally awoke.

"It's Christmas," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. 

He held her close and kissed her back. "My wish come true," he murmured and together, as the bells rang out in the cold night, they began to love each other all over again.



Another Day, Another Dollar



This last summer, I had just completed my third year of college and rather than going home, I kept my apartment and ran an add in the local town paper looking for work as an interior painter. Having worked for my uncle every summer since high school, I knew I could do the work and make good money. The catch was landing some business. Uncle Sam, yeah that’s his name, was disappointed that I wasn’t going to be working for him, but gave me a great referral. A friend of his had a brother in the town where I was, who had just purchased an older Victorian. The house had six bedrooms, as well as all the other rooms that come along with a home like this, and they all needed serious painting.

My name’s John. As I said, I’m going to college trying to figure out my major. I’m 21 years old, a little over six foot, have bleached blonde hair that I wear somewhat long, weigh about 160 and pretty much look like a surfer dude. I’m not bragging, but most girls, and I have to say guys also think I’m cute. I’m too skinny to be a hunk, but I get hit on pretty often, again by both girls and guys. I’ve always been straight. I mean I’ve never even thought about doing anything with a guy. On the over hand, I’ve never really been repulsed or turned off by the idea. I’ve just never thought about it. I know I’m not gay though. It’s a pretty good indicator that just the thought of a nice set of tits gives me an immediate hard on while I’ve never gotten one thinking about, or looking at a guys ass. 

Well, to skip ahead, I called Milo, the brother of Uncle Sam’s friend, quoted him on the business, and got the job. Milo was a nice guy, in his early 40's. He’d spent a number of years as a software developer in California. While as he put it, he wasn’t that good at software, he was good at picking up stock in a number of tech firms, before they made it. He was also astute enough to have gotten out of the market while they were at top dollar. 

Milo was probably as well off as anyone I’d ever met, and he was also, and while I know this isn’t a the correct way to put it, about as queer as anyone I’d ever met. He was blatantly gay and didn’t care. I knew better than to think I got the job based totally on my resume, after all, I didn’t have one. But, I thought at the time, based on what he was paying me, he could stare at my ass all day long! What I didn’t know was how much I’d get into having him stare at it. Well I guess it kind of proved the old play with fire bit, but I’m getting ahead of myself.

All my stuff was in the dinning room, paint, drop clothes, ladders, and I was set to start on the living room. Knowing why my bread was being buttered, I chose to wear a new pair of bibbed painters overalls with nothing on underneath. No shirt. No shorts. No socks. Just overalls and shoes. I was a gay guys wet dream, or at least I thought I was. Milo was in love. He made me lunch, brought me drinks, and spent as much time as he could sitting in the kitchen where he had a clear view of me at work. What I hadn’t realized beforehand was that all the sexual tension I was creating was having it’s own effect on me. Most of the time he was watching, I was sporting a hard on that was difficult to conceal, especially in baggy overalls.

This soft-core play acting went on for 2 days. If I needed to open a can of paint, I always made sure my ass was pointing in Milo’s direction as I bent over. At about nine am on the third day, Milo came over to where I was working. “You know,” he said, “for a guy who’s supposedly straight, you’re the biggest cock-tease I’ve ever met.”

“Uh, sorry,” I responded not knowing what to say. I knew I was bright red. It was obvious what I’d been doing, but I didn’t expect to have to own up to it. I even thought that he may figure it was unintentional . . . yeah right.

“Well,” Milo went on, “since you know what you’ve been doing, not that I’m not enjoying it, I’d like to make you an offer. I’ll give you an extra $2000 if you finish the job baby assed naked.” That’s just how he put it, “baby assed naked.”

“What do you mean,” I intelligently responded.

“What I mean,” Milo replied, “is that you finish the job wearing only your shoes. If your going to parade around here half naked, you might as well parade around completely naked.”

Two grand. Man that was a lot of money. Without even thinking I blurted out, “sure.” I stood there staring at him, red faced, not believing what I had just agreed to, but 2 grand . . . Jeez.

Milo walked over to the living room windows and lowered the blinds.

The immediacy of the situation struck me. “Now” I questioned? Reality was sinking in. Answering my own question I softly said, “I guess so.” I sat down on the floor and took off my the old skater tennies that I used for my painting shoes. Standing up, I looked at Milo and asked, “can I wait just a little while?” The problem was that I had a raging hard on.

Milo looked down and smiled. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’ll be giving me my monies worth.”

Unclipping my bibs, I let them fall down, only to have them get hung up on my hard cock.

“All the way John,” Milo responded with a laugh. When I just stood still, he reached over and pulled my overalls, freeing them from hard cock, letting them fall down around my ankles. My dick sprang free, pressing against his wrist. Milo slowly pulled his hand away, curling his fingers and gently tracing the underside of my hard penis. My knees nearly buckled and Milo quickly grabbed my arms steadying me. Sensing little resistance on my part, he reached down and gently stroked me. I started to protest, but instead let out a soft groan as the sensations took over. I was so hard I thought I’d break. Milo guided me to an over stuffed chair covered in a drop cloth, and maneuvered me down into it. My legs were spread and my cock stood hard and erect. He knelt in front of me. I’d never had a blow job before and I nearly blew my load as his lips approached my dick.

I felt the hot warmth of his mouth envelope my cock head. He cupped my balls as he sucked me. He did me with the intensity of someone who not only knows what they’re doing but also loves it. When he scraped his tongue along the bottom of my cock head I couldn’t hold back. I tried to pull his head from my cock, but he grasped my ass in both his hands and held me tight. Milo knew I was on the brink and sucked me as if he were trying to suck the cum out by force alone. I exploded shooting jet after jet of hot cum deep in his mouth. Milo held my ass tight, his fingers spreading my cheeks and pressing against my virgin asshole. My head was pressed against the seat back, my hips thrust in the air. 

I felt as if I was pumping myself inside out. Milo eased up, rolling my dick head between his cum coated lips. With one last body shaking shudder, I collapsed down into the chair. I couldn’t move. Milo slid his mouth from my dick, sending another tremor through me. I felt numb, and in a state of shock. Less than 5 minutes ago I had been painting his living room, wiggling my ass, being a real cocktease. There was no way, at that moment, I could have imagined that 5 minutes later I’d be prone in this chair, completely naked, my cock sticking up, hard as a rock, slick with my own cum and Milo’s saliva, having just had the most intense sexual experience of my life . . . with a man.

As my mind attempted to sort out this rather sudden change in my life, Milo stood up and moved to the side of the chair. Bending over, he took my right nipple in his well lubricated mouth and flicked his tongue across it. Once again my body shuddered. Milo smiled and planted a cum sloppy kiss on my forehead.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “it’s just sex.”

“Uh yeah,” I replied. “Uh, thanks,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“Well, you’re welcome,” Milo answered, looking me in the eyes and smiling. “Anytime.”

Milo walked towards the kitchen. The bulge in his jeans was obvious. I lay naked and prone in his over stuffed chair, on top of my own drop cloth. I heard the water run and Milo came back carrying a warm wash cloth and a towel. My cock had just started to droop as he started to gently wash me off. The warmth and soft abrasion felt so good. God, I was getting hard again. Milo changed his motions to a gentle up and down, pumping my cock with the wash cloth in his hand.

Continuing his jacking of my dick, he bent over and started to suck on my nipple. Stopping for a moment, he turned to me and said, “When I said anytime, I had no idea.”

I was already lost in the sensations and merely moaned my reply.



Another Day, Another Dollar



"Claire! I've got a special assignment for you!"

I walked into my boss' office. Joanne was arranging some papers on her desk. Due to the warm weather outside, she had opened a window, and now the wind was messing up her papers. Finally she placed a large blue jelly dildo on top of them as a paperweight.


"As I was saying," she says. "I've got a special assignment for you. A guy just called. He's arranging a birthday party for his baby brother, and he wants to hire a girl to party with four guys."

"Only one?" I said. "As in a gang bang?"

"You're up for it?" she asked. "It's four times the rate..."

"OK, what the hell," I said. "I'll do it."

"Here's the address," said my boss, and handed me a post-it. "And don't forget to dress up! You're going to a birthday party, you know!"

* * * * * * * * * *

I straightened my polka-dot dress and arranged my hair to fall over my shoulders, and then I rang the doorbell for room number 14. The door opened, and a tall blond guy smiled at me. There was some music in the background. Apparently, they had already started.

"You're from the agency?" he asked.

"That's right," I said. "I'm Claire."

"Come in, Claire!" he said, and made a gesture with his arm.

I walked into the room, and saw 3 guys sitting in armchairs around a table loaded with bottles, snacks, and half-eaten pizzas.

"OK, everybody," said the blond guy. "This is Claire!"

"Hi, Claire!" the guys shouted, grinning at me.

"Hello, boys," I smiled.

"Claire is here to party with us, aren't ya, Claire?" said Blondie.

"I sure am!" I said, and put my handbag on the floor. "So...who are you guys?"

"I'm Mark," said the talkative blonde next to me. "This is my brother Kyle, that's our cousin Robert, and that's our best friend, Alan."

They all shook hands with me, which gave me the opportunity to examine them up close. Kyle was very young, slim and petite and rather boyish. He was as dark as his brother was light. Robert was on the heavy side, and had red hair and glasses. Alan had naughty green eyes, brown hair, and a toned body under his T-shirt. Mark was handsome, like a prince in a fairy tale.

"We're celebrating my brother Kyle's 18th birthday tonight, said Mark.

"Happy birthday, Kyle!" I said, and kissed him.

He raised his eyebrows, but responded willingly when I extended the kiss to be a French one. I could tell that he was inexperienced, but he was awfully cute. He stared at me when I pulled away.

"See, Kyle, this is your birthday present!" said Mark. "We all chipped in. Claire here is gonna take your cherry tonight!"

"What?" said Kyle.

Robert and Alan cheered.

"You... you hired... a..?"

Kyle blushed and stuttered.

"Might as well have it done by a pro," said Mark. "That way, you know it's gonna be good!"

"But..." said Kyle, looking terrified.

"Oh, don't scare the boy!" I said. "We're gonna have fun tonight, aren't we boys?"

"Hell, yeah!" said Alan.

"All night!" said Robert.

"How about we start with something easy?" I said. "A game? Strip poker?"

They were all up for it, and I took out my special deck of cards, the one that featured naked women. The guys whistled and made comments about the cards when I dealt them out. They were good at poker, they really were, but I've been playing this game since I was a kid, and I've had had loads of practice thanks to my job. I controlled the game from start, manipulated it so that within 20 minutes, I was in my underwear, and the guys were in their T-shirts and briefs. Nice and comfortable. Now we could start the real game. I lost another hand on purpose, and took off my bra. Kyle turned red, but didn't look away. I could tell that the others were getting a little... affected, as well. I wasted a nice hand in order to lose the next round, and now I was naked. Judging from Robert's face, he appreciated the fact that I was shaved. You little pervert, I thought.

"Oh, I seem to have lost all my clothes," I said, pouting. "What should I do now?"

"How about... you have to fulfil the winner's wish?" said Alan. "One wish, whatever he wants - but you have to do it?"

"OK," I said. "That sounds like fun."

So we played. And I immediately knew that they were setting Kyle up. Robert had nothing but a pair of fours, Mark had nothing at all, Alan failed to get a straight, and I had a pair of twos. Kyle was a clear winner, with his pairs of tens and aces.

"All right!" said Mark. "OK, then - Claire, you have to do anything Kyle asks you to do!"

"What do you want, Kyle?" I said.

"Ummmm... I don't know..." said Kyle, grinning awkwardly.

The others chanted "blowjob, blowjob!", but I could see that they were only making the poor kid even more embarrassed.

"Hold on!" I said, and hushed the others down. "How about Kyle and I go into the back room, where we can discuss things in private?"'

The guys agreed wholeheartedly, and Kyle looked relieved. He dried his sweaty hands on his T-shirt, and walked ahead of me. Everyone could see that he had a hard-on. I took my handbag and followed him into the bedroom. I closed the door, and sat down on the bed. Kyle stood by the foot of the bed, looking really nervous.

"Come over here," I said. "Sit here with me."

He did as he was told. Good boy.

"So, what do you want?" I asked.

"I don't know," he said.

"Would you like a kiss?" I said, leaning closer.

"Yeah," he said, and so I kissed him.

He was good at that. He even dared to put his arms around me. I slid my hand under his T-shirt and caressed his lean, hairless torso. I took one of his hands and moved it up to my breasts. I made him cup his hand around my left one. He broke our kiss and stared at his hand.

"Do you like it?" I said.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

He moved his hand, and bent down, leaned his head against my chest, and kissed my breast. He kissed it carefully, as if he was touching some religious relic. Then he moved his head a little and kissed my nipple. He licked over it, as if to try the taste of it, then he sucked on it like a baby. I pulled my hand through his dark hair, and held him tenderly with the other arm. I was going to turn this sweet boy into a man. And I was going to go slow. He deserved that. He played with my nipples, experimented with them, tried to see which would make them harden the fastest; the left, that was being sucked, or the right, which was being licked.

"You're a natural," I purred. "You make me feel so good..."

"Really?" he said, and looked at me. "You're not just saying that?"

"Is this proof enough for you?" I said, and led one of his hands down to my pussy. "Do you feel how wet I am?"

"Yeah!" he breathed, and put a finger inside my pussy. "All wet..."

I put my hand over his hard-on, and touched it through his briefs. 

"Do you know what I'd like right now?" I whispered. "To give you a blowjob!"

He grinned shyly, and pulled off his briefs and T-shirt.

"Mmmmm..." I said, and kneeled on the floor in front of him. "What a nice dick!"

"Think so?" he laughed, and I could hear the question of every virgin guy in that laugh: "It's not too small, is it?"

"You got a nice, hard, mighty dick," I said. "Let me touch it - ooooh, yeah, it's hard as stone! Come here; let me have a taste of that!"

And I took his average-sized dick in my mouth, made it all wet and slippery, and sucked on it as I bobbed my head up and down, slowly, teasing. Kyle winced, and lay down on the bed. He looked up when I deep-throated him, and he moaned, closed his eyes, and fell back down on the bed. His hands plucked restlessly on the bedspread, and every now and then, he bucked upwards into my mouth, moaning. This cherry was ripe for picking. 

"I'm gonna show you a little trick," I said, and picked up my handbag.

He looked at me, curious, as I got a condom out of my bag. I took it out of the wrapper and put it in my mouth, moving my jaws as if it was a chewing-gum. I went back to his crotch, and sucked him some more, then deep-throated him again - and when I came back up for air, the condom was rolled onto his dick, all the way to the root.

"Ta-da!" I smiled.

"Whow!" he said, impressed with my little trick.

I got on the bed, lied back, and parted my legs.

"Come here, stud!" I said. "Let's make a man out of you!"

He laughed nervously, but went down on top of me, and I took his dick and steered it right for him.

"Push it inside me, baby!" I said.

He shoved it into me, and moaned as he got in. He didn't need any more instructions; his male instincts were quite enough. All this shy boy needed was encouragement, and I whispered it into his ear, between breathing and moaning.

"Yeah, that's it, baby! Oh, man, you're good! Yeah, just like that! Aaah, that feels so good! Give it to me, Kyle!"

And he thrust inside me, too caught up in the sweet miracle of getting his first fuck to really think about me. His lips moved fast, his hands squeezed my breasts as if they had been handles, and soon he winced, and tensed up, lying perfectly still in my arms, his face contorted, as he came inside his first woman. The eighteen year old boy had become a man.

We were both startled by applause, and when we looked up, the other three were standing in the doorway, watching us.

"Nice show!" said Mark.

"Get out of here!" said Kyle, blushing.

"Oh, come on, don't be greedy!" said Alan. "You had your fun, now it's our turn!"

They walked into the room, taking off their clothes. Kyle sat up, took the dirty condom off, and left the room to get rid of it. I smiled at the other guys. Robert was indeed chubby, and his dick was thin and not very long. Mark had a curved dick, and Alan was well-endowed. 

"Having fun Claire?" said Mark.

"Yes," I said. "And from the look of things, the fun has just started!"

"You better believe it!" said Mark, and sat down. 

He frenched me, and put my hand on top of his hard dick. I jerked him off, and Alan got on the bed behind me. He kissed my neck and shoulders, and put his hands on my breasts from behind, played with my nipples. Robert tore my hand away from Mark's lips, and pushed his dick against my lips. I held his dick steady with one hand, sucked it, and jerked Mark off with my other hand. Alan moved his attention from my breasts to my ass, kneading it, his dick hitting my back.

"I like smooth, clean-shaven pussies," said Robert. "Makes it nicer to eat them out. You like being licked, Claire?"

"Uh-huh," I got out, my mouth full of his dick.

"Lie back," said Alan, and gently pulled me down on my back.

Robert pushed my legs further apart, parted my inner lips with his fat fingers, and licked from my pussy up to my clit; put one finger into my pussy and finger fucked me while he sucked on my clit. He may not be all that hot to look at, but man, could he eat a pussy! I moaned, not for show, but for real, and tossed my head back.

"Like that?" said Mark.

"Yes!" I panted. "God, yes!"

Alan straddled my chest, pressed my breasts together, and pushed his cock between them, fucked the cleft between my breasts. Mark felt left out. He moved over to my face, got on all fours over my head, and dipped his dangling cock into my mouth. It probably wasn't very comfortable, but at least he got to fuck my mouth. I relaxed the muscles in my throat, breathed through my nose, and allowed him to push his cock all the way down my throat. Robert moved his finger out of my pussy, and pressed it into my ass. I could feel a little sting, but he was doubling his efforts on my clit at the same time, and I groaned as my orgasm made me shiver.

"You like it in the ass, Claire?" asked Robert. 

Mark pulled out, so I could speak properly.

"Why not?" I said. "I do everything."

"Come here," said Alan, and lied down on his back on the bed, pulling me up over his crotch.

"No glove, no love, baby!" I said, and poured my entire condom supply on the bed. 

He picked out one of them, got it on quicker than I've ever seen a man do it before, and then lifted me up on his cock. He was so horny he was trembling. I sank down on his big cock, rose up, and sank down.

"No!" said Robert. "You just stand still!"

He got "dressed", too, and I heard him spit. His saliva landed on my anus, and then he pressed his dick inside my ass. I thanked God it was so small. A dick the same size as Alan's would have torn me apart! I stood still, on my hands and knees, and Alan bucked his hips to fuck me from underneath, while Robert fucked my ass. They had to work a little to get synchronized, and then they got the hang of it, and moved in and out of me, filling me up, stretching me up. Alan played with my nipples the whole time, and Robert pinched my ass cheeks, and slapped my ass now and then. He seemed to enjoy causing me a little pain. I looked up at Mark, and licked my lips invitingly.

"Later," he said. "You got a sweet mouth, but I'm waiting for my turn at your pussy!"

"It's a great pussy!" Alan groaned. "Fuck! So tight! So wet!"

"You must like your job, huh, Claire?" said Robert.

"Right now, I LOVE it!" I moaned. 

Mark jerked off while he watched Alan and Robert fuck me. I heard quiet footsteps, and knew that Kyle had come back to watch. I wondered what he thought of the scene. 

"Fuck, I'm coming!" said Robert, and gave me five hard, fast strokes, before he pulled out, panting.

With him out of my ass, I was free to ride Alan at my own pace. I bounced up and down on him, milked him with my muscles, and pretty soon, he too grunted, and arched up, into me - and then he fell back, all spent.

"Come here!" said Mark, and gestured for me to get on my back. 

I got in position while he suited himself up, and then he entered me as well. I looked over his shoulder, and saw Kyle stand in the doorway, jerking off while watching his brother fuck me. He looked like he wanted a second go. Ah, well, I could do that, it was the guy's birthday, after all. Then I forgot all about Kyle, and enjoyed Mark's curved cock, that was just made for hitting a woman's G-spot. I came once, twice, three times, before Mark pulled out, tore the condom off, and shot sperm all over me.

"Time for your milk bath, your highness!" Alan joked.

I laughed. Kyle walked up to the bed, working his meat frenetically, and reached over to pick up a condom.

"Look and see who got himself a new hobby!" Mark laughed.

"I was wondering if... if it would be allright if I..." Kyle stammered.

"What, Kyle?" I said.

"What Robert did," said Kyle.

He had just lost his virginity, and now he wanted his first anal sex. This guy was advancing quickly!

"Sure, Kyle," I said, smiling sweetly. "Come here!"

I got on all four, and Kyle got the condom on, and put his dick against my anus. I jerked backwards, pressing him into my ass. Kyle took hold of my hips, and started pounding me. The others watched, jerking off, but they seemed too tired to actually go again.

"It's much tighter than a pussy!" Kyle said, slightly out of breath. "It's so tight it almost hurts!"

"Come on, Kyle!" 

"Give it to her, man!"

"Fuck her ass, Kyle! Make her come!"

The others cheered him on. I moved my hand over my clit, and rubbed it. Kyle fucked my ass, and I slid my fingers over the wet, slippery button. Closer, now... Closer... I moaned a little extra when I came, and Kyle shouted when he came. The others cheered and whistled, and when Kyle pulled out of me, Mark even gave him a high-five.

"So, did you like your birthday present, Kyle?" said Mark.

"Yeah," said Kyle. "It was great. Fucking awesome!" 



Another Day, Another Sex Fantasy



I can't imagine a scenario that sounds even remotely realistic for this to ever happen but I had a fantasy late last night (when I couldn't sleep)involving you, two guys and a woman with a strap-on as I sat back and just watched the fun. 

At least in my imagination you seemed to enjoy laying on your back on a bench or table that put you at the perfect height for the woman to stand between your wide spread legs and press the strap-on into you as you reached out and gently stroked each hard cock on either side of you as the men stood next to you enjoying your stroking hands and gently played with your breasts and nipples. 

Everything happened very slowly in my mind. Your hands moved slowly as you turned your head from side to side to look at each of the strange men's hard cocks. The woman between your legs is naked except for the strap-on and she moves slowly but with gentle force in and out of you. You obviously (even in my fantasy) aren't interested much in her except for the pleasure she is giving you with her dildo. There is no sound in my imagination either. Maybe a little soft moaning and deep breathing but it's all so subtle and not at all over the top sex screaming like in most porn movies.

It's more of a sensual act than a sexual one. Each man holds one of your ankles to allow you to relax your legs as they take on the task of holding them up, out and back to give the woman full access to slowly fuck you. Your stroking them is more an attempt to keep your hands busy rather than trying to get them off. You handle them as if you are fascinated by them. You are gentle and slow and your eyes only leave each cock to shift and examine the other. Slowly as you begin to enjoy the dildo inside you more and more you close your eyes completely but continue to slowly stroke and squeeze each hard cock in your hands.

The woman is somehow getting pleasure from the fucking she is giving you because I can see her begin to close her eyes as well and arch her back slightly as the pace of her penetrating strokes increase ever so slightly and I can tell the force she is fucking you with has increased as well. Still she isn't full on fucking hard and fast like you might expect, her restraint is impressive and sexy. You are arching your back now as your climax approaches and your hands are squeezing harder and moving more quickly with a new intent to get these men to cum.

Although one of my favorite fantasies is to watch you suck another man's cock in this fantasy you don't. Your stroking increases as your orgasm builds and I can see in the faces of your anonymous male lovers that their orgasms are not far away. The woman fucking you never stops and as you reach that peak and begin to release she also begins to moan a little louder and shudders but never stops sliding in and out of you as she obviously shares your waves of orgasm with her own. 

Soon, even as you are still coming down from your orgasm one of your men makes the loudest noise either of them has made so far and his body almost jerks back away from your hand as his first shot of warm cum spurts out onto your right breast. You continue stroking him watching his cock closely as he spasms two and three more times each time adding to the cum splattered on your chest. As soon as he slowly pulls away from you (over sensitive I'm sure from a powerful hand job orgasm) you turn your head to face the man on your left. 

The man on your right has slowly started rubbing his cum around your breast and nipple and soon kneels down to lick it off of you. This apparently has a positive effect on the man on your left and that combined with your continued jacking motion forces him to also begin cumming. His cum shoots out with slightly more force than the first man and actually lands partially on the right hand lovers nose as he licks his cum off your perfect tits. 

More cum jets out of the left mans hard cock and soon after he follows suit and begins rubbing his own cum into your left breast and licking it lightly off. The woman has pulled out of you and the empty feeling between your legs is replaced by her hand gently placed full palm against your sex almost as if to calm and sooth it back to normalcy. All three of them are treating your body to a gentle loving appreciation that even I can feel or sense from across the room where I sit and watch.

You appear as if you may have gone to sleep or passed out from all of this attention and you orgasmic release moments before but the smile on your face is undeniable and proof that you enjoyed and are enjoying your new found lovers attentions. The men have finished lovingly licking your breasts clean and each moves up to give you a brief kiss on the lips. You lick and taste each mans lips and tongues which surprises me as they are coated lightly with each other's cum but as this is probably just a sign of gratitude and appreciation from you.

The woman moves up after gently rubbing her full hand massaging your well used pussy to kiss you gently on each pussy lip and surprisingly again you do not protest or shy away. I assume again you are just happy to have had such a sensual sexual experience even if it did involve another woman.

As the three lovers dress and leave you stay lying naked on your back and again I am only sure you haven't passed out or fallen asleep because you occasionally shift slightly and let out long breaths of satisfaction.

After they've gone I undress, move over to you and pick your naked prone body up and move it to the bed where I lovingly cover you and slide in naked next to you for a short nap before we have to return to reality.



Another Day at a Beach



I was there for the day. R&R, so to speak, from a work project some hundred miles away. It was a beach on the Southern tip of New Jersey, a wildlife sanctuary, as I recall. I should also note that this beach was an accepted clothing optional area. That is, at least away from the parking lot and observation areas. I had been there for an hour or so, lying in the sun. I was restless, as I was alone and had no one near to converse with, so I decided to wander the trails crisscrossing the surrounding dunes. I found them to be interesting, not only for the scenery, but also for the adventures that I was to have during my walks.

One of the first things that I noticed was that the only people that I saw, were men. I noticed that each one that I approached in passing, avoided eye contact, but visually checked out my body. I also did that, but looked for eye contact first. To me, that is the first thing in the act of acknowledgement of another person, male or female. I like to think that we are all human first, then 'objects' of attention or attraction. My first trip through the dunes was one of enlightenment. I saw that many of the men displayed what I considered gay tendencies, although none approached or engaged in conversation, other than the occasional "Hello" or "Hi", in passing. There were smiles and, of course, second glances, and the occasional turn-a-round, to check out the rear-view. Another thing that I had noticed was that several of the men wore cock-rings of various types and some were pierced in the genital area. I am bisexual and had seen enough to determine that this was a place of more than chance encounters. My first trip ended when I came back out onto the beach, only a hundred feet from where I had been laying out. I went back to my sheet (I usually purchased a single wide bed sheet to lay on, because it was just the right size to allow me to be completely off the sand, and didn't take up much room in my bag.). 

I lay in the sun for a while longer, then dug into my bag, searching for my chrome-plated cock-rings. Finding them (3 sizes, from 1-1/4 to 2 inches), I glanced around to see if there was anyone paying attention, or near enough, to figure out what I was doing, not that I really cared what they would think. Seeing no one, I sat with knees bent, feet spread, and put all three of the rings on my cock and balls. The 2" ring circled both, cock and balls, while the other two encircled my scrotum, their weight stretching the skin to cause them to hang lower than normal. They were sure to bring concentrated looks and welcome comment from any interested parties. I could pick and choose from any promising inquiry.

As I was a nudist, I had a substantial tan already. I had found a secluded spot at the hotel where I stayed and had often sunbathed nude a number of hours during the last weeks since warm weather had come. On a humorous note, a maid, whom I had made an acquaintance of, had spied upon me. I had informed her of my nudism and of the spot where I sunbathed. She had seen me borrow a lounge chair and the direction I had gone. I suppose she had not believed me, but was soon convinced. Ah-h-h, but that is a different story.

Now, back to Cape May. As I now had the rings on, I noted the contrast of the chrome and my dark skin. There was no way the rings could not be seem, therefore, they were an open invite to look at my cock and balls. They informed that I might be approachable, receptive to 'company'. I was now almost ready for another, hopefully more adventuresome, trip over the trails through the dunes. The only thing left to do was to coat my body with suntan oil. It would make my body shine and become more appealing... desirous even. I really like a golden bronzed body and I am sure others do also. After oiling down, I looked up and down the beach. I saw several men who were intently watching as I walked off the beach to the trails. This time, I would also follow some of the smaller trails turning off the main ones. I was sure that there would be more of a chance to find the kinds of action that I sought.

I walked the main trails to check out the possibilities first. There were more walkers/wanders this time. Apparently more people (men) had arrived at the beach. I had arrived around ten and it was now Noon. The sun was high and the temperature hot. The trails offered shade not available on the beach. I had passed several men talking in shady spots along the trail, speaking momentarily with some, but continuing on. 

I passed another man who wore a cock-ring. He was also very tanned and...very shaved! The only hair on his body was on his head and arms. His body was bare from the chest down. That, I found intriguing, but what caught my eyes was the size of his cock! He was walking uphill as I came down. We passed, saying hello to each other the first time I saw him. I continued to the end of the trail and turned onto the first offshoot I came to. It turned out to be a dead end, so back-tracking, I headed back up the main trail. About fifty yards off the beach, there was another trail off to the right. 

I was approaching it, intending to check it out, when I saw the man coming back down the trail. He was near the top of the hill and I had glimpsed him through an opening through the brush. I decided to continue up the trail in hopes that we might converse upon meeting again. Waiting a couple of minutes, as a couple of other guys passed, I started up the trail again. I had gone about ten or fifteen yards when he rounded the bend and was headed toward me. I slowed my pace as he drew near.

"We meet again," I said,

"So we do," he slowed and stopped beside me.

We made small talk for a few minutes. Several guys passed, checking us out. I turned in his direction of travel and walked back down the trail. As we neared the trail turn-off, now on my left, he turned onto it.

"I usually set up my spot down here instead of on the beach," he said, "It is a little more private than the beach. Would you like to come see?"

"Sure, why not. I'm into a little privacy now and then." I followed him down the side trail.

The trail made a couple of 'S' turns and opened into a cleared sandy area about ten yards in diameter. As we turned the last bend leading into the area, I saw that he had a full-size sheet laid out with rocks holding the corners taunt.

"Would you care to sit?" he asks as he sat on one side, gesturing to the other.

I brushed the sand from my feet as I stepped onto the sheet, "Thanks, I don't mind if I do." I sat with my legs slightly spread in front of me. David, as I learned his name was, said that I had a real nice tan and that he liked my cock-rings.

"Would you mind if I played with your cock," he asks, reaching across the narrow distance to lift my balls with his fingers.

"No, I don't mind. I don't think I would call it a cock as compared to yours. That's the biggest dick I've seen in a long time! Maybe ever! And the fact that it is shaved is a big turn-on for me." My six-inches was nowhere near to the size of his. It must have been at least ten inches long and was growing harder by the second. I reached for it but David got to his knees and lowered his mouth onto my cock. I would have wiped the oil off, but he didn't seem to mind. Leaning back on my elbows, I watched as he sucked me to full size, while playing with his dick. It was humoungus! He was stroking his cock and pushed my hand away when I again reached for it.

"No, I just want to suck you off." He told me, then went back to my cock. I looked up and saw a couple of guys watching from just around the last bend into the area.

"We seem to have an audience," I informed David.

"Do you mind? It doesn't bother me."

"If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. That feels very good." I looked up again and another fellow had joined the first two. One had stepped out into the open, I guessed for a better view or hopefully for an invitation to join in. I looked back to David after smiling at them.

"Damn, you know how to suck a guy off!" I said, a little louder for the audience to hear. If they wanted to watch a show, I'd make it interesting for them. They were all stroking their cocks. I leaned my head back and moaned as I humped my hips, driving my dick deeply into David's mouth.

"Oh fuck! Suck my dick! Oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" I moaned loudly. 

The three guys were furiously pumping their cocks now. I arced my hips forward, completely from the sheet as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into David's mouth. Looking at the audience, I smiled as a couple of them squirted into the sand.

David got up, walked to the edge of the clearing and spit my sperm out. He hawked a couple of times to clear his throat then spit again. Coming back to the sheet, he took a water bottle from his bag and rinsed his mouth.

"I don't think that I could get that in my mouth to suck you off, but how would you like to try to fuck me with it," I asked David.

"No, I don't think so. You are right, it is big. I'd prefer if it were smaller, like yours. You have a very nice sized cock. I would hurt you with this," he said kneeling next to me. "Just lie back and let me jack-off and cum on you."

I lay back on my elbows. He was at my hips, stroking his big cock over my groin area. The guys watching had left, searching for their next show, I guessed. They were missing something that I thought was hotter than what they had witnessed. David pumped his cock for a few minutes before several spurts dumped about an ounce of cum on my abdomen, cock, and balls. It was hot and thick. He stood, taking a cloth and wiped his cock. He tossed the cloth beside me and said that he was going to walk some more. 

I said "Okay, and thanks," as he walked off. I picked up the cloth to wipe his cum off, but thought, 'What the fuck' and left it to run down my body. Let the others see that I got lucky. Having the cock-rings on would keep my dick erect for quite a while. I got up and walked back to the trail in time to watch David walk out of site, around the uphill bend.

I turned to walk back toward the beach, but decided that a walk along the trails a bit longer might be more interesting. You know, just to see the looks I'd get when the other guys saw my cum covered stomach and waving hard cock. Doing a turnaround, I started back up the trail. I walked past a guy sitting by the trail. I thought that he was one of the guys whom had witnessed the blowjob. I noticed that he grinned as I neared, his eyes glued to my midsection. Glancing down, I saw that the thick sperm had liquefied and was slowly flowing down my body. Some had run along the length of my still semi-erect penis, but now pointing outward at about a forty-five degree angle toward the ground. There was a drop dangling from a thin string of cum about to fall to the ground. As I stepped forward, it joined other flows down my thigh. Cum had reached almost to my knees. The paths taken were glistening in the sunlight., 

"Thanks. That was quite an experience. I'm sorry that I missed the end", he said .

"Maybe the next time," I said rubbing a hand on my thigh.

I continued to the end of the trail and turned to go back to my sheet. I took some water from my bottle to wet a cloth and wiped the remainder of David's cum from me. It had reached near my ankles before it dried enough to stop flowing.

Lying down on the sheet, I reapplied sunning oil and relaxed in the sun. By the time I had made it back to the beach, my erection had completely subsided. I still wore the rings and through sunglass covered eyes, watched half-a-dozen men slow to look as they passed. Several pulled briefly at their flaccid cocks. I don't know for sure, but I took that as an invitation. I didn't take any of them up on it, but still appreciated it.

Presently, I rolled to my stomach, then stood to coat my shoulders, legs, and buttocks with oil. I couldn't reach all of my back. As I struggled to reach all that I could, a voice ask if I need help getting my back oiled. 

"Thank you. I'd appreciate it."

He poured some oil across my back and began to spread it. Where some of the oil had run into the crevice of my buttocks, he run his hand between them and easily pressed his middle finger against my anal opening. It slipped in an inch or so.

"Umm, feels good...but not the right time nor place. Maybe later, off the trails." 

He pulled the finger out and patted my butt, "Hope to see you later. Chou." He walked off toward the trails.

I lay on my stomach for another fifteen minutes or so, then pulling my leather fanny-pack from my bag, I checked it for condoms and lubrication jelly. Fastening the belt around my waist, I started to the trail head again. I saw several guys watching as I paused to look around, then walked up the trail, out of their sight. I didn't see the fellow who had helped me with the suntan oil. I walked to the trail leading to the spot David had set up. His sheet and bag were gone. I guess he had left for the day. 

I walked across the clearing and began to empty my bladder. Feeling adventuresome, I used a little of the lubricant to bring my cock to hardness. I was stroking slowly when arms reached around my waist,

"Let me do that for you," a voice said.

Turning slightly, I saw a slightly built man in his fifties. His hands replaced mine as he fondled my balls and stroked my cock.

"I'd like to take it in my mouth, but I have an open sore."

"Then, by all means, don't," I answered him.

He stroked me from behind as a couple of other guys joined us. One of them got on his knees in front of me, his lips just inches from the head of my cock. The other knelt behind me as the older man moved to the side. He spread my buttock and begins to lick my ass. The older man released my dick and grabbed his own as the fellow in front of me moved forward to put his lips around my dick, touching my pubic mound with them. Watching the older man jacking off while another was rimming my ass as I got a blowjob was a little much for me to hold out on. Within minutes I blew my second load of the day. The guy swallowed every drop of my sperm. I put my hands on his shoulders to push him back to his haunches, pushing my ass into the face of the other man. He continues to rim me for a few more minutes, then turned to the older man and began to suck his cock. Minutes later the older guy pushed the man away as he spurted several streams of cum on his chest. 

Everyone stood there for a few moments, then drifted from the clearing. I went back to my sheet on the beach. I had had enough thrills for a while.

Much later in the day, late afternoon, I strolled the beach. Many of the people had left, but there were some hard-core ones left. As I approached one area where there was a sand (erosion) fence partially enclosing the dunes, I spied a man of about fifty. He had a well-kept body covered by curly gray hair. He was standing on a dune just to the far side of the fence. He saw me approach and spoke. I could not understand him due to the breaking waves and wind. Moving closer, I responded,

"I'm sorry, I could not hear what you said."

"I asked if David showed you a good time," he said again.

"Yes, he did. Do you know him?"

"Yes, we are acquaintances. He lives not far from me."

"He was very good at entertaining me, to the entertainment of several others."

"Yes, he likes that. He's somewhat of an exhibitionist! He also likes slender men with small cocks"

"I thought that he had the biggest cock on the beach! I offered to allow him to try to screw me, but he declined. All he wanted to do was suck me off. I could not have sucked him because he was so large, but with patience, I believe that I could have accommodated him within my ass." 

"As I stated, he prefers to suck smaller cocks and also wishes his was much smaller. Not many men can suck his dick, though a lot have tried. He is also not into ass fucking."

"I wanted to show my appreciation, but all I did was let him cum on me."

"That is what he wanted, to suck you off and to cum on you. That's all he wanted."

"I guess you get whatever you want of whatever is offered," I said.

"Did you get all you wanted today," he asks.

"Sort of. I got a couple of blowjobs and an ass rimming." I answered.

"What more did you want? Do you like me? I mean, am I physically attractive to you?"

"Yes. You are in good shape and I may feel an attraction to you." I answered.

"Come here," he commanded, more than asked. 

I walked closer to him and he hugged me, running his hands over my body, rubbing his hairy chest against me. My cock began to twitch in excitement. I slid down his chest to suck his nipples. They grew taunt between my lips. He put his hands on my shoulders, pushing downward. I could feel his cock as it trailed up my body. I looked down to see it jutting to my chest. I twirled my tongue around and into his navel. I felt his body quiver, his cock throbbed at my neck, his hands pushed down on my shoulders. I moved slightly away from his body and took his six-inch cock in my hand. I stroked it a few times, taking his low-hanging scrotum into my other hand.

"Put it in your mouth!" he said, moving his hands from my shoulders to my head, pulling me toward his cock. I licked the head, probing the tiny slit with my tongue-tip.

"Put it in your mouth, I said!" more demanding than requesting, "Suck it!".

I opened my mouth, closing it over his warm cock-head then sliding my lips down the length of his cock. He had taken control of the situation. It sort of turned me on. I guess I am a bit submissive. I like to be told what to do in a sexual situation as much as controlling one. He began humping his hips. I had to close my hand around his cock to keep him from gagging me. His first thrust had put the gland into my throat, but he had withdrawn before I had time to gag. The placement of my hand prevented that from happening again. I bobbed my head back and forth, swirling my tongue against the underside of his cock. He began to grunt and I could feel his balls churn, his cock swell. I barely got my mouth free when his ejaculate rushed from the slit to splatter on my closed lips and cheek.

"You could have told me you were about to cum," I said as I got to my feet.

"Don't worry about it, I'm clean." was his response, as he milked the last drops of cum from his dick.

I backed away from him then turned to walk away. It is a turn on to be used, but not abused. 

I went to gather my gear and left. He must have left also, as I did not see him when I passed the spot where he had been. All in all, except for the fact that he had not informed me that he was about to cum, giving me the right to choose whether or not to accept the ejaculate in the mouth, it was a great day!



Another Day at School



9:30pm. Tiffany had finished washing her face and returned to her biology textbook and cabernet. As per the usual, she was confident about the test, and utterly inebriated. Alex strolled into the living room and approached the couch.

"Wanna catch a flick?" he asked with a bit of sauce.

"Nein. I have to finish studying for the exam."

"It can wait."

She grinned and said, "Fuck off Alex, I'll give you a blowjob later, I'm busy right now." 

Her perception and bluntness always managed to catch him off guard. With a sheepish smile he withdrew to their bedroom.

Tiffany had always had an easy time with guys. Her mother was Malaysian born Chinese, and her father was from Portugal. Her features subtly transmuted their genes into a distinctly unusual but undetermined exotic quality. She never put on makeup or particularly coordinated clothing, yet proved to be endlessly fascinating to her male classmates. The incessant smoking, drinking, and illicit drug use did little to dissuade even the most "straight-edge" boys. 

Alex was clean. His pores, that is. For whatever reason, she was obsessed with pores. When she lost her virginity in high school, it was to a big hunky quarterback. Actually that's how her friends had described Jay, but all she noticed as he kept thrusting deeper inside her, was a group of enlarged pores in the middle of his nose. She let him shoot his load, and later profess his undying devotion, but then got the fuck home and washed herself thoroughly, exfoliating until her face was red from abrasion

She met Alex last July. He had asked her if she wanted to study with him for physics. His impeccable complexion compelled her to say yes, though later his conspicuous inability to comprehend the most basic of methods to derive formulas proved unnerving. Ultimately it was his skill, or more accurately his willingness to do whatever she liked, that won her over. 

As she closed the book, finishing the segment on social monogamy and sexual promiscuity, she ventured back to the bedroom. The place was in his name (almost a given since technically speaking, only married couples where supposed to live together on campus), and he paid the rent, which seemed reasonable enough, considering his parents wealth. She was nice enough to sleep with him, despite the intelligence gap, so she figured they were even.

Making her way to the bed, she found him sleeping. The clock indicated it was 12:36am, but she figured he'd appreciate a little play. She delved beneath the covers, and straddled his sleeping figure. She was not particularly horny but was always willing to keep her word, so she gently reached for the waist of his boxers and lowered them five or six inches. Her wine stained lips wrapped around his restful cock. Sufficient slurping and oscillation evoked a low gasp from him as his penis rapidly grew inside her mouth. She was adept at the fellatio, not by virtue of experience (though she certainly had quite a bit of that), but because of her extensive research during the boredom filled hours at class. The school's wireless network was largely to thank for Alex's fun. Tiffany went through the steps in her mind. First she bobbed her head up and down, then darted her tongue around his glans, all the while massaging his testicles with her hand. Nine minutes of such activity was necessary before his contractions blew several hundred million sperm into her mouth. She felt like placating him, so she swallowed and went to sleep with a slightly unpleasant taste in the back of her mouth. 

The next day was reminiscent of them all.

"How did you sleep, Tiff?"

"Good. You?"

"Good...great even... thanks."

She smiled, but was secretly disappointed that he was such a fucking pushover. 

"Breakfast?"

"Yeah... ok" she purred, sparking a tightly rolled joint. 

"Mushrooms, jack, and jalapenos?" 

After a long toke she said affirmatively, "woooooord."

She made it to the bio test with approximately 85 seconds to spare. After briefly settling in, she remembered that the human penis acted as a squeegee, removing competitive sperm from the vagina. The test, which was filled to the brim with indefinite articles, made her yearn for an unpredictable boy, or possibly food. Wait... maybe that was the weed. She couldn't be sure, but she was basically finished anyway, so she raised her hand and turned in the scantron. 

"Hey, Tiffany" said a voice.

She looked around outside the auditorium, but didn't see anyone. Caffeine withdrawal was giving her a killer headache so she moved on, but then the voice came again.

"TiffANY..."

"Oh, hey. What's up Kevin?"

"Meh, same old. I hope I passed the test."

Kevin could get a hold of virtually any illicit drug or black market commodity. Last year he even snagged a bottle of Absinthe, which according to him had recently been legalized in certain eastern European countries. 

"You 'tard" she laughed. "Why didn't you attend class? Or buy the fucking books for that matter?"

"There are certain things I can't sacrifice for med school... like free time."

"Ass."

"Coffee?"

She grinned. "Yeah ok."

They emptied their pockets at Starbucks. She asked for an i.v. drip, but the best the cute Hispanic boy could do was a triple espresso. Kevin had a double.

"Jesus Tiffany, you look tired. Don't tell me you were studying again."

"We can't all exploit the campus marketplace."

He smiled. "How's Alex?"

"Still studying cinema. Every day he comes home with more words like 'syntagmatic' or 'mese-en-scene'. He still likes The Matrix though."

"Much to learn about snobbery I see."

"And hallucinogens. He won't even watch fear and loathing with me. Not after I brought back the shrooms."

"I'll never get why you're with him."

"Pores."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

They started back to campus and Tiffany got a little edgy. The caffeine was kicking in and while her headache subsided, her knees were beginning to constantly rock back and forth at an increasingly fast frequency. Worse than the shakes she thought. Damn caffeine.

Predictably Kevin missed her turn. He lived on campus too, about a half mile from her apartment, and suggested they go there for a little while. Tiffany figured she might score some free stuff and agreed.

"Did you ever read Zarathustra?" He asked.

"For what class?"

"Class?"

"Then no. I try to keep my recreational reading confined to periodicals involving firearms."

"The fuck?"

"Irony, darling."

"Ennui, Tiffany."

"So?"

"So this guy Nietzsche goes off on the common people, and has a tight rope walker. A fucking TIGHT ROPE WALKER! And he's like 'fuck you, I'm awesome and you little people can't understand my shit'; aptly the book is subtitled 'a book for all and none'."

"Kevin, what the hell are you reading?"

"Something paradigmatic?"

"Very funny."

He glanced at the clock and said "Hey it's one thirty!" He agilely grabbed two glasses and a bottle of bourbon from the nook by his bookshelf. She almost objected, but then realized she was already inundated with chemicals. 

Sipping Kentucky bourbon, he placed his hand on her thigh.

"Movie?"

"Kevin, does it ever disturb you that most of the girls you bring here are looking for drugs, and only sleep with you to score a freebie?"

"No."

"At least you're honest" She said, as his hand reached the top of her thigh, a bifurcation point of sorts.

Kevin was a decent kid. Well read, though abjectly mediocre in school. His pores were a bit larger than she usually preferred, but in the end apathy overwhelmed her, insofar as it can do that sort of thing, and she didn't object to his advances.

He threw on a Japanese film called "Kairo" or something, claiming that despite the scary cover, it was a film about social alienation. It was tough to tell when his finger tips were gently traveling up her arms.

For a moment Alex came to mind. But then she remembered her bio class, and about competing sperm and such, and figured it was just her biological duty to introduce this kind of market based competition to their relationship. Hadn't Alan Greenspan said something about that before?

Before she could ponder the matter any more, she felt herself getting wet. His tongue gently caressing the back of her earlobe didn't help her focus. 

"Ecstasy?" She asked, and quivered all at once.

"Sadly, no. But there's still copious amounts of acid."

This was a turning point for Tiffany. She wasn't a huge fan of acid. The last time she took some with her friends they ended up constructing a huge monolith out of the communal furniture at her dorm. As fun as it sounds, spending the entire next day repositioning the furniture (after the RA found out who was responsible for the art installation) had left a sour taste in her mouth.

His tongue slowly moved up, warming the inside of her ear. Fuck it, she thought, and moved her hand to his wool pants. 

Heavy breath filled her right ear. 

Suddenly the second movement of Rach's piano concerto number two came on. 

"Fuck it's Alex" she said, as his hands continued to travel around her body.

She grabbed her cell before the ring tone had a chance to repeat, already wishing she'd opted for something slightly less beautiful to destroy with repetition.

"Hey kid... No I'm with a friend... yeah Carrie... alright. I think I got an A or an A minus..."

Kevin already had her jeans around her ankles. She giggled a bit.

"Umm...how'd your class go?"

"Yeah, what'd she say about Citizen Kane?" His tongue was traveling up the inside of her thighs.

Her white underwear was developing a noticeable wet spot. His hands moved up underneath her shirt, grazing her unencumbered breasts.

"No doubt - Rosebud is such a ham-fisted device." She shivered as his breath cooled her nipples.

While the mechanics of Citizen Kane remained a point of interest for her, she didn't want to delve too deeply while fucking Kevin for obvious reasons.

Her shirt was pushed up over her breasts, and her jeans down below her ankles. As usual, she was stunning to behold. Shoulder length jet black hair that just touched the top of her shirt. Warm, elevated breasts the color of light creamy coffee, with mocha accents. Her stomach featured a vertically oriented, almond shaped navel. Well maintained pubic hair, trimmed, not shaved (something she had learned to avoid after several years of incessant itching) framed beautifully her outer labia. If one were inclined to look down, you'd notice her legs, like the rest of her physique, were tastefully toned, making the whole "composition" almost excessively balanced. Were it not for a myriad of chemical dependencies, she'd be a modern day Helen of Troy. 

Spreading her knees apart, he ran his tongue up the inside of her inner thigh. When her hips thrust noticeably into the air, he began tracing her outer labia. 

"Uhh... that sounds aBOut riGHT." 

She was clearly flustered, but Alex was a talkative boy, and getting off the phone was a little challenging. 

Each time she started to say something to Alex, Kevin would playfully flick her clit with his tongue. She tried to keep her voice steady, but after one particularly suspicious sentence she lightly smacked Kevin's head, subsequently grinding up against his mouth.

"Ahh, crap... The battery's almost dead. I gotta go babe – love ya." She pressed disconnect and tossed her phone onto the nearby, school supplied love seat. She looked down at Kevin, who was alternately licking her inner labia and swirling his tongue around her clit. "You bastard!"

He laughed.

Kevin slipped a finger into her easily. All his attention had gotten her extremely lubricated. She cooed a bit and he slipped in a second digit. His palm faced upwards, his fingertips gently made contact with the spongy musculature in the anterior portion of her pussy. He slowly began moving his fingers in and out, and resumed licking her clitoral hood. 

"ummmmmmmm" she whimpered.

Her abdominal muscles began to seriously contract. He wasn't going to let her come that easily, so he gave her a final lick and stood back up. Tiffany's face betrayed some disappoint, but mostly just animal lust.

Kevin leaned down and kissed her deeply. His mouth tasted like bourbon, with a hint of her tangy fluids. He replaced her hands on his pants. 

"You like that, huh?" She said, gesturing to the prominent tent in his jeans. 

He didn't respond verbally, but moved closer to her.

In a relatively quick motion she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Bending her head closer, she playfully mouthed his cock through the pinstripe olive boxers. She looked up at him attentively as her hand drew out his now fully erect member. His cock was thicker than Alex's but shorter (which wasn't such a bad thing as Alex had an unpleasant tendency of hitting her cervix in certain positions). She wrapped her hand around the base, elevating him by about 40 degrees, and slowly began pumping. Her mouth moved closer. She licked the shaft once or twice just to tease him, and then gently took one of his testicles into her mouth. His soft moans indicated enjoyment, so after 40 seconds or so, she switched to the other testicle, continuing the persistent pumping motion with her practiced left hand.

Once he was sufficiently engorged, she ran her tongue underneath the rim of his glans, paying special attention to his frenulum, the one inch line dividing the bottom of the head of his cock. His hands were now entrenched in her silky black hair, urging her forward. She obliged, engulfing him fully in her mouth. Looking upward, she saw he was transfixed by the image her giving him head. This was a normal thing for her, and she was hardly surprised, as more than a few boys had told her she had beautiful lips (especially when wrapped around their cocks, presumably). 

She bobbed her head, making sure to make him feel her tongue when he was 3/4ths of the way out of her mouth. It took about three minutes, until she could taste his precum and hear him trying to stifle his moans. She proved to be as cruel as him, removing him from her mouth and giving him a sassy smile. Kevin was hardly disappointed though, as the prior exercise had left him wanting to get inside her in a bad way. He quickly stumbled over to the coffee table, removing a ribbed condom from the drawer.

As he tore open the package, Tiffany gave him a lustful smile and got up from her seated position. "Umm... what are you into?"

"Girls, psychotropic drugs, the green party... umm... Bio... not so much."

"Ass." She laughed, adding "I meant where do you wanna fuck me?"

Something came quickly to his mind, but given his sad lack of astroglide he just kissed her deeply again cupping his hands under her ass and carried her over to the sturdy table. After he lowered her to her feet she began to recline on the table but he stopped her after a second, motioning for her to turn around. This is something she would never do with Alex (for aforementioned reasons), but she was really getting into it, so she acquiesced rather easily. She pushed her shirt back down, having little desire to grind her breasts directly into the wood finish, and bent over, gyrating her hips slightly.

She felt his tongue brush her labia again and overwhelm the general area with stimulation. She responded by pushing back against his face. A few seconds later she felt his dick push into her. Despite excessive lubrication, it was still a tight fit and she found herself stretching to accommodate his girth. As he slid fully inside her, she breathed heavily, and while trying to catch her breath, silently rejoiced he wasn't any longer than he was. 

As he began moving in and out of her slowly, her mind was filled with one word, "deep."

After a minute or two, he reached a brisk, but steady pace, and slid his right hand around her waist. He rubbed her clit with each stroke, eliciting an encouraging shove from Tiffany. He looked down and watched her vagina grip him fiercely with each stroke, fighting not to let go each time he moved out of her. Tiffany's ass was fucking incredible. The sight was more than any man should have to endure, in his effort to hold on. He thought about closing his eyes, but he just couldn't, not with this obscenely hot creature. 

Thankfully, her contractions came quickly. Her pussy tightened around him, and her abs shuddered several times elevating her an inch or two from the table. Needing no further encouragement, he pushed himself deeply inside her and let go. And go. And go. The spasms kept going through his cock, through the entirety of his torso really, until he actually grew concerned it might not ever stop. Maybe her pussy was literally going to extract every last drop of fluid from his body. 

Finally he collapsed on top of her, the spasms subsiding, and kissed the back of her neck.

"So linear algebra was it?" he said between breaths.

"Yeahhhh" she purred, still grinding her ass into him.

"Need a ride?"

"I can walk"

He slowly withdrew from her, observing a rather large volume of seminal fluid in the condom, as well as an impressive amount of lubricant from her cunt.

"Good lord" he laughed.

"I'll say" she said, now facing him, looking down at the object of attention.

They both proceeded to the bathroom, and cleaned up. She took two tabs of acid, and grabbing a few more for later, then headed off to class, fucked in so many different ways. 



Another Day at the Office



This scenario was written in honour of a friend’s entrepreneurial scheme, his infectious obsession with the "sexual underclass" of New York and a sex toy known as the Real Doll.

****************

"How many men have you fucked today?"

"....9...?"

"10. And it isn't noon yet. What does that make you?"

"...a whore."

"A fuck-ing ho." 

Bored female voice over the telephone intercom. "The next one's here sir. His name is Schlomo."

"Send him in."

Body odour enters first, then Schlomo, wheezing. Hair slicked down with brilliantine or sweat; knotted paws; yellowed dirt crabbed under the fingernails; sweat scrambling off of the forehead, dribbling down neck, settling in tinted rings under the arms. Insincere puckered eyes looking horny. The girl on the bed shudders involuntarily. 

"Ah, Schlomo." Hump-A-Real-Doll Inc., sole owner and proprietor smiles genially. "Do you have your ticket, sir?" Scholmo produces his receipt and Wet&Wild He-Man Sized condom….owner takes a note.

Schlomo looks suspiciously at the female. Pitched, phlemgy whine: "Wh-wh-when's the re-re-Real Doll coming back? I like the re-Real Doll you know."

"One more day at the shop Schlomo. This stand in's outfitted to match the best of them though."

Schlomo sniffs the air. Smells female perspiration.: "Sh-she smells. Is she sanitary?" Girl coughs.

"She's sterilized just like the Real Doll-"

"Sally."

"Just like Sally between customers...This one is prepared to do anything a bone fide Real Doll can, my man, and she's all yours for the next....15 minutes." Expansive gesture towards the female. The owner leans back in his chair. 

Schlomo considers her with a once over, lingering on the tits, the face. "Well, she's _almost_ a body 5, head 11." He's sweating again. Fumbles with his fly....girl whimpers, involuntarily. No bedsheet to hide under. Schlomo's knee sinks into the bed, an awkward struggle to straddle her, stained Fruit of the Looms pulsing with tainted cock. Girl catches the owner's attention, eyes gesture desperately towards the condom on the pillow, then wander to the doorway possibly praying. Eyes light up when Schlomo stops suddenly. He seems to be re-considering. The corners of his mouth wrinkle. 

"s-Something isn't right...I like Sally's legs to be up, up behind her head. Can this one do that?" Both look at the owner. He's already on the phone.

"Gwen, be a doll and bring in the nylon cord." With all the efficiency of a Girl Scout leader, Gwen brings the cord and has the girl trussed up past her ears. Girl stifles a squeaky moan, but Schlomo looks at last pleased. Slicks on the condom. Braces himself. Pants over girl's spread arse cheeks. The owner in his chair near the bed can smell Schlomo's breath. Tomato-onion soup and a peanut butter sandwich. 

The owner leans forward, pulls out a stopwatch, "You don't mind if I time this eh? For experimental purposes." Schlomo, in fantasyfuck land, shrugs. He is ready.

Crammed bits into bits, frenzied humping, 11.2 seconds, done. Female looks confused. Owner frowns. Both eye the condom for Schlomo's leavings. Schlomo beams, relaxed, satisfied. 

The owner says, "Nothing like a man of purpose." Mentions the possibility of a follow up interview and performance summary as he sees Schlomo out.

Opens a window. Quietly from the bed: "Can I get my legs down now, please?" 

Epilogue~~

The owner soon opened a chain of Hump-a-Real-Doll outlets across the land and later retired to a hermitage on the Greek island of Spetses with five other like-minded brethren, eleven Real Dolls between them.

The girl went on to become disillusioned by her pursuit of false doms, but wrote her story and made millions on the American talk show circuit.

Gwen now works at K-mart. 

Schlomo’s Sally never did return from the repairs shop, but was instead replaced with a RealDoll of the redhead variety. Scholmo, heartbroken, exhibited all the signs of loss…denial, despair, blinkered rage, until he struck out on his own to relieve that build up of a particularly toxic strain of deadly venom* growing exponentially in his ball-sack; roaming the back alleyways of the Lower East Side and the far reaches of the Bowery, at first attracted by the scent of availability there, but put off by the take no shit demeanour of the ladies on the stroll; ‘til at last he found solatium in another pocket of the squalid under-city of Manhattan; the New York Metropolitan subway system. There, late at night and in the early hours of the morning he took respite in the sous-trolley, in the first or second car, in the company of the memory of commuters or sometimes, if he was lucky enough, some other passive lone traveller. Underground leaning his head against the flashing plexiglass window, his stumpy legs wide and outstretched, his feet splayed, he took time to jack finally, ferociously, openly, at will.

* note. thanks to rosco rathbone for use of the term deadly venom 



Another Day at the Office



It was 9.30 in the morning and Peter Reid was sat at his desk pondering the first major problem of the day. It was a problem being faced by thousands of other workers across London at that exact moment. Should I check my personal e-mail first or have a quick game of Freecell? Peter decided on checking his mail account as you never knew what you might find in there and leaned back in his chair as his PC did the necessary.

All in all Peter was pretty happy with his lot. He was twenty, had a good job in the city, good-looking ish and he liked to keep himself fit. More importantly he had one of those elusive jobs where you could get away with doing virtually nothing and still get well paid for it. Not bad not bad even if he did say so himself.

Peter was an analyst for Crown Acquisitions, the top venture capital Company in London. Founded by Nicola Crown and still run with an iron hand by her, even though she was worth so much she could of bought half the Caribbean. He had joined straight from school and soon learned he had a natural flair for numbers. That had quickly lead to his promotion into his current position as analyst. 

The phone rang on his desk almost making him jump, he usually didn't accept any calls until after 11.00, the fact that someone would call at such a time worried him slightly.

"Hello"

He said, slightly apprehensively, his heart rate had increased markedly in the last few seconds. Anyone looking on would have noticed a slight flush appear on his face.

"Good morning can I speak to Ginger please"

Peter flushed further and stole a furtive glance around the office to see who else was in earshot, thankfully he was virtually alone. The voice belonged to one Mrs Richmond, P.A. and personal confidant to Miss Crown, company C.E.O. Every time Peter heard it his stomach lurched and his cock twitched, the sound of that voice meant only one thing. Trouble.

"This is Ginger speaking"

"Ginger be a darling and pop up to Miss Crowns office, she has need of you today"

"Yes Mrs Richmond I'll be there right away"

"Good girl I'll clear the lift for access to the penthouse suite, see you soon sweetie"

With that she was gone, Peter replaced the receiver, his face slightly flushed, hands shaking, cock straining almost painfully.

He sat back in the chair aware of how tense he was all of a sudden, his body twanging with excitement. His mind cast back six months to the first time he had met the company Chief Exec and her assistant. He had been in the lift minding his own business, he was wearing his favourite Armani suit, a lovely black pinstripe that he had bought with his first bonus check, he was feeling particularly pleased with his appearance that day. This feeling was hugely enhanced however due to the fact that Peter had a pair of sheer silk stockings and a suspender belt on under his suit trousers. His cock was straining against a pair of exquisite black silk panties, the thrill he felt knowing that under his usual sober exterior was some very expensive women's underwear was almost to much for him. The underwear belonged to his landlady, an older woman of impeccable taste. Peter would have done anything for her given half the chance and he was sure she knew of his little secret. He felt so naughty as he rummaged through her underwear draw, the thrill almost palpable as he hoped against hope that she would catch him and put him over her knee. Wearing her clothes had become a secret pleasure for him and something he only got to do on the rare occasions that she was out of town. Such as today, she was away on business thus allowing Peter the chance to feed his illicit habit and wear her lingerie.

The lift had stopped on the 12th floor and Miss Crown and her assistant had got in, Peter stole glances at the two women both of whom were around mid forties and wearing expensive suits. As Mrs Richmond had turned to press the button to the top floor a folder she was carrying had caught in one of Peter's suspenders making an audible twanging sound. Peter's heart stopped as both women turned to look at him, quizzically at first with the looks slowly changing to one of comprehension.

Without speaking Mrs Richmond had stopped the lift and told Peter to drop his trousers. Peter was white with fear now, all feelings of happiness had evaporated as he realised he was becoming a part of his worst nightmare. He had looked from face to face seeking some respite from the rapidly approaching humiliation, humiliation that seemed to be making his cock throb despite himself. Seeing no way out of his predicament he had been forced to comply, undoing his belt and lowering the trousers under the watchful stares of the two women. Mrs Richmond had indicated for him to lift the jacket and shirt clear. Allowing them to see his twitching cock encased within the beautiful panties. Peter was beside himself the conflicting arousal and humiliation were contriving to bring him close to orgasm. Finally Miss Crown had spoken.

" What a pretty little girl you make, what's your name sweetheart?"

"Peter, Miss Crown"

Peter had stammered out a reply, barely able to control the emotion in his voice.

"Peter? That's not a girls name, report to my office in one hour and we will see what we can do with you"

With that the two women had started the elevator up again and left Peter to thank god that he still had a job and at the same time cringe at what he might of got himself into.

That had been the start of the rest of Peter's life, since then he had been given a new name, Ginger, he had become Miss Crown's personal slut, at her beck and call to take care of her every need. There was no hair on his body below his head and his body was to be clean for her use at any time she summoned him, such as now. Peter rose from his chair and snuck out of the office, thankfully he was freshly shaved, he new better than to arrive in front of Miss King with just the tiniest hint of stubble anywhere on his body. He made his way to the elevator that would take him to the inner sanctum of Crown Acquisitions, the top floor office cum retreat of Miss Nicola Crown and waited patiently for one to arrive.

Meanwhile at the top of the building Mrs Julia Richmond was also in a state of some excitement. She was in her mid forties, married with two grown up children. She was an excellent assistant, thorough and efficient and had been in Miss Crown's employ from the early days of the company. Her husband, Phil, was a sloppy unimaginative lover, when he could be bothered and Julia had long been a willing accomplice to Miss Crown's little diversions. 

They provided the excitement she craved and knew she rightly deserved. Both women had been secretly overjoyed to have Ginger land in their laps, so to speak. With Julia particularly taking enormous pleasure from their little pet. He was so obedient and eager to please his twin Mistress's. She could feel a knotted heat building in her stomach just from knowing that their little toy was coming to see them, so eager to please and so full of yummy come.

Julia knew what Ginger liked and loved to give it to him, teasing and humiliating him without mercy. It was an unspoken agreement between the two women that Julia would always choose what Ginger was to wear for the day and prepare him for the activities that lay ahead. She licked her lips, her hand caressing her breast under her suit jacket and quickly finding a hard nipples to play with. She shifted in her chair ensuring that her skirt rode up her shapely thigh, showing a hint of stocking top, her other hand ensured that the correct number of buttons were un-done on her immaculately starched white blouse to show her ample cleavage. A display that she knew Ginger would appreciate, in many ways he was a typical man, he loved to be given illicit glimpses of women's underwear, the only difference being that he wanted to wear it as well!

The lift in the management suite lobby pinged, the door opening to reveal Peter, head hung in mild embarrassment. No matter how many times he was put through the delicious torture it never failed to embarrass and thrill him.

"Come her Ginger"

Julia crooked her finger at him and obediently he approached her desk to stand before her. The penthouse office suite was given over entirely to Miss Crown's personal staff all of whom occupied glass-fronted offices looking out over the double floor atrium. There were about 5 of them in all, three senior partners and two young secretaries who assisted them, all female, all eyeing Peter as he stood there. In the centre of the atrium Peter stood staring at the marble floor, like a little boy lost, waiting for his instructions. He was aware of eyes playing over his body. Half concealed smirks from the secretaries, both of whom were his age and knew full well why he was there and looks of indifference from the senior partners, any of whom could of made use of Ginger should they wish it.

His blush started around his feet and covered his ears as he waited for Mrs Richmond to look up from her work. His eyes managed to finish their perusal of the marble floor and made their way to Mrs Richmond's gleaming black shoes, taking in her shapely ankle and travelling up to her magnificent thighs revelling in the stolen glimpse of stocking top. Mrs Richmond chose that moment to look up at him, he immediately jerked his eyes away but too late he had been caught.

"Ginger you are naughty, you know it's rude to stare!"

"Yes Mrs Richmond, sorry Mrs Richmond"

"I should hope so too, you naughty girl, now as you are being so naughty today I think we will dress you out here so everyone can see what a bad girl you have been. Hop to it, come on up onto my desk so everyone can see you clearly"

"Yes Mrs Richmond"

He muttered dejectedly as he clambered up onto her enormous glass desk, careful not to dislodge the ubiquitous plasma PC screen. He was aware of the secretaries, both of whom were gorgeous creatures in their late teens, stopping to watch him, making his humiliation all the more exquisite. He fumbled with his trousers his shaking hands barely able to cope with the suddenly complicated zipper mechanism, his embarrassment growing to new heights.

Julia knew better than to openly ogle Ginger, she didn't want him getting ideas above his station, but she couldn't help but admire the smooth muscled thighs. When he slipped his boxers down to reveal his ass she had to bite her lip. She longed to play with it , slap it, bite it, probe it, it was so perfect, so round. She could barely wait until later when she would be allowed to play all she wanted with Ginger, After Miss Crown had finished with him of course. 

Peter's cock sprang into view as he turned to face her, naked now standing in a puddle of discarded clothes and visibly throbbing despite the situation. Peter was rightly proud of his cock it was long, thick and straight and constantly hard whenever he was being humiliated and shown off, two things that happened regularly these days. It bobbed obscenely in front of him now as he waited to see what Mrs Richmond wanted him to wear today.

"That's better you naughty girl! You may get down now you are making a spectacle of yourself"

Peter gladly got down and stood in front of the glass desk, cock weaving to and fro as he shook slightly, heart pounding and head full of images of his domination. His mouth dried as Mrs Richmond took out a beautifully wrapped package from under her desk. He knew it contained the clothes that he was to wear when he was in the company of Miss Crown. They were bound to be expensive and exquisitely made, they always were. He licked his lips in anticipation watching Mrs Richmond as she carefully placed the box on the end of the desk, tantalisingly close to him. He looked up at her almost pleading now, he so wanted to see what he was being given but new he must wait, something was missing a vital ingredient in the process of his feminisation. Mrs Richmond had another smaller box in her hand now Peter knew full well what was inside it, his necklace, given to him by Miss Crown to signify her ownership of him. The box opened, Peter's heart stopped for a second, the small chain was so significant to him. It symbolised his total obedience to his Mistress, when it was on there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. Mrs Richmond stood and held the chain up to his neck, he bowed his head slightly so she could reach. He could make out the golden lettering "GINGER" it spelt, the name he was given when he became a good little girl for his Mistress! It clicked into place. Ginger breathed again.

"There what a pretty necklace Ginger you are a lucky girl aren't you?"

"Yes Mrs Richmond, thank you for putting it on for me" 

"You may open the box now Ginger"

Julia looked on like a proud mother as Peter fell upon the box, ripping the paper and ribbons off in his excitement. The last fifteen minutes had been so amazingly arousing for her she was soaked and longed to slip a finger inside her own expensive black panties. She would just have to wait however as she dare not risk letting Ginger see how excited she was. Ginger had the box open now and was taking other, smaller, Packages out and opening them one at a time, like a kid at Christmas. One by one he opened them revealing a pair of silk stockings with little red bows at the sides, another contained a pair of stiletto's gleaming and shiny in the light, a black cocktail dress came next and lastly the lingerie was revealed, Ginger's favourite bit!

There was a matching bra and panty set, trimmed in lace and in a deep purple colour, tiny bows set in the centre of the bra and at either side of the high cut panty's. Ginger looked so proud of her new clothes and looked to Julia for permission to put them on, she nodded her head, unwilling to break the spell for her beloved toy. He was so excited and hard from all the excitement, Julia loved these moments as they were almost like the lull before the storm. 

Many was the time Ginger had come from Miss Crown's office with tears in her eyes following a brutal punishment from her Mistress. Julia hated to see her like that but knew that deep down she loved every minute of it, she often comforted her laying Ginger's head on her firm breasts and cooing sweet nothings into her ear. Ginger never failed to become aroused, no matter how severe the beating she had received or the humiliation that had been meted out to her. That gorgeous cock was always ready for attention.

Ginger tentatively started to put the stockings on, careful not to rip the expensive silky material. Ginger had long been shaving her legs for just such occasions, the stockings whispered up her calves and onto her thighs, the elastic holding them in place at the top. Once the transformation had started and the first piece of clothing was in place Ginger could feel the excitement mount, the next stage was starting, she had her clothes and necklace it was only a matter of time until her Mistress called. She began wondering what humiliation was in store for her today as she inched the pretty panties up over the stockings and finally snapped them into place, her cock straining to be confined with in the pretty purple panties.

Julie looked on excitably, barely able to contain herself, juices soaking through her panties and making they're way down her thighs. God at this rate she would have to get her spare pair out of her desk drawer. Ginger had all the underwear on now and was slipping the expensive shoes on, doing up the straps before reaching for the lovely cocktail dress and shrugging it on.

Ginger stood proudly in front of Mrs Richmond, beaming from ear to ear in her new outfit, everything fitted perfectly as always. The only blemish on the otherwise perfect transformation was the unsightly bulge in Ginger's panties. Julia wished that she could deal with it but knew better than to attempt that. It wasn't unheard of for Miss Crown to punish her other staff as harshly as she punished Ginger.

The phone on her desk rang.

"Julia send her in please"

"Right away Miss Crown"

To be continued... 

If anyone has suggestions on Ginger's next episode I will be glad to hear from you. 



Another Day at the Office



Every Day at the office can be all that you want. This was a usual day with nothing unusual happening. The next thing I know as I sit here typing away on the computer, I feel you walk up next to me. I feel your breath on my face as you lean down over my shoulder and brush light kisses up and down my neck. Your hands slide down my chest and lightly tease the hardening nipple under the cloth of my shirt and bra. As you slide the button free I feel your fingertips brush my nipple sending ripples through my whole body. You slide your tongue up my ear as I feel your breath in my ear sending chills thru my spine. Your teeth graze my earlobe as your tongue slips into my ear causing my core to tighten and moisten. I feel your hand slide into my bra, your fingertips barely grazing my nipple. 

I am finding it very hard to concentrate on the keyboard, as I let my eyes close I feel myself slipping into the bliss your fingers promise. I let my head fall backwards as you slide your lips to my mouth and feather your tongue along my lower lip darting in and out, until you finally slid it between my lips. You pull my head closer and suck my tongue into your mouth as my hand slides up your chest and around your neck. 

I give into the kiss greedily matching every swirl of your tongue as you pull softly on my nipple sending shockwaves right to my swelling pussy, I feel it getting slippery as the inner walls contract with every tug on my hair and on my nipples. As you turn my chair so I am facing you . You kneel down in front of me and unbutton the rest of my shirt pushing it open and pulling my breasts free of my bra, you pull my legs apart and push my skirt up, knowing ,as always, I am not wearing any panties. You pull me up to the edge of my chair and take my nipple into your mouth as I wrap my arms around you. My back arches as you tug lightly on one nipple then the other. You suck and lick me feeling my body shudder as little shocks wave through me. Pushing your hips into me I feel your hard cock pushing at your jeans. I slide the button free and slide the zipper down pushing your boxers down all in one motion. As your erection is freed it brushes my thigh. Knowing this is what I want ,you make me wait. 

You stand up pushing your jeans off and pull me up. We are both freed of our clothes and I start to get into the bed, you stop me, bending me over I grab the bed expecting you to take me quick and hard, but I don't feel anything as I turn my head I see you drop to your knees again and feel your breath on my pussy lips I spread my thighs farther apart as I feel your tongue slide up and down my pussy sending me almost to orgasm right then. You start to flick your tongue over my clit as you slide one finger slowly into my pussy. I push my ass farther into the air so you can get to all of me. You slide your finger out of me and up and down between my ass cheeks and my pussy letting just the edge touch me, for a moment that's all I feel just the lightest touch sliding back and forth to my little pink holes. As I feel your tongue replace your finger I start feeling that building rise inside me.

As you slide your tongue into my ass you slide your finger into my pussy , with one flick of my clit I start to cum all over you, as you suck my pussy into your mouth ,I shudder with a powerful orgasm. You stand up behind me and slide your hard cock all the way into my spasming pussy till your balls hit my clit, as the shudders pass you start to thrust slowly into me pulling my hips back to meet you with every thrust burying you to the hilt inside my soaking tight pussy. As you increase your tempo I feel the tide rising again and as soon as you feel it coming you pull out of my pussy. As I moan in protest I feel the head of you slippery hard cock pressing at my ass after rubbing me to make sure I am lubed you start to press your cock into me, at first it barely slides in then as your head comes into me it gives a little and I feel you slide into me all the way, I slide my hand underneath me to start rubbing on my clit, as my body starts to relax, you start thrusting into and out of my tight little hole. I feel pressure building and as I cry out I cum all over my hand. 

You stop to keep from exploding right then, as you do I slowly let you slid out of me as I push you back into my pussy arching once or twice. I pull forward and let you slid out of me As I push back on you. You stand up I slide down to my knees in front of you and take your hard cock between my lips I suck you all the way into my throat swallowing myself. I reach up and start to tickle your balls with one hand taking the other and wrapping it around the base of you sliding you into and out of my mouth. You grab my hair and push yourself down my throat knowing I can take all of you. I slid further down and under you as I push you down on the bed so your bent over with your dick hanging in my face I start to suck on you lighter and running my finger up and down the skin right under your balls, I slid under you and take your balls into my mouth licking them and pulling on your hard cock. I slide my tongue under your balls and lick my way up to your little asshole. As I slide my tongue into you I twist my hand down the shaft of your hard cock. I feel your hips buck as you fight for control. I thrust my tongue into and out of you as I pull on your shaft I feel your balls tighten up and stop, as I slide back under you I run my tongue up the shaft of your hard cock, I take your whole cock into my throat as I slide my finger into your ass, I feel you explode against the back of my throat, I start swallowing around the head of your cock as I feel my own spasms start to make me quake as you fall forward drained my own quivering begins to subside. 

As I stand up, my knees feel like jelly. As I pat your ass I pick up my clothes and start to get dressed. You roll over as I put my bra back on. "Don't" you say "I want to see your big titties the rest of the afternoon." As I get back to work, now topless, you look over and I know that this was just breakfast. We have the rest of the day, hey maybe next time I'll demand you work pant-less. There are definite pluses to working together.



Another Day At The Office



All characters are fictional  And made up in my own head.  

You just love that feeling when he pulls you're hair and calls you a whore.

His cold fingers grip hot skin, the breath against your neck.

It's just like a dream but the sharp pain that numbs after a while keeps you from drowning in desires.

You're a bad girl he croons as his hand strike up, grazing the plump flesh; the rose colour appears so sudden. 

Just squeezing those eyes tightly as the breeze of the lifted anticipated hands rises to smack that dirty little ass again. 

You bite your lip so hard that it is sure mark, and the copper taste touches the tip of your tongue.

In you're mind you say a stop but lustful pleasure requires more.

Wrapping the raven locks in his fist, his lips burn the crook of your neck, nibbles become agonizing bites and you hold back a moan, don't let him hear you , not yet just a little more.

You're cold and ridged he will not see you squirm or whither under his touch, not yet net you say in that filthy mind. 

A deep breath fills your lungs as you feel his warmth fade away and move slowly around.

A chill sets in, he had pulled the little tartan skirt over the hips, exposing, and sore from abuse,

Red buttocks exposed as you grip the desk, manicured nails denting, breaking as they scrape the oak. 

He walks away and lights a cigarette, you stay, obediently as his eyes watch and hungrily undress, exploring a bent over body.

Paperwork scattered and a half filled cup of cold coffee sits as you stare at it, you are waiting, feeling like a piece of meat. Sensing his dark eyes burn a hole though those light clothes to the black lace bodice that hold up the silk stockings.

But you wait, cold look on your face staring at the brown stained cup.

You feel him approach the scent, his musk lingers, his heat.

He puts the cigarette in your mouth, and you drain all you can, tasting the pleasure of the nicotine, buzzing though your veins in a rush.

He takes it away and stubs it out, in a little glass ashtray near by.

The fingers cup that petite chin and hot lips press against your cheek. 

The feeling is good blowing your mind, just close your eyes again, taking every inch of his scent.

The stubble chin grazed your soft delicate skin, it drives you wild the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, you want to feel more but not yet, not yet, you say in that filthy head. 

Barley audible he says something, soft but harsh.

It sounded dirty and pulsating in the rhythm.

"I'm going to fuck you little slut" he uttered smoothly into your ear. 

It ran in your brain, ran down your body, between your legs, tingling and wanting something sharp there.

Again a moan is sighed back, eyes firmly shut and the pain in your cherry lips ached. 

Hips held tightly grinding on to that hard desk; he holds your wrists so tight that your tiny hands turn blue.

You see your wedding ring, ignore it, ignore it you chant as he slips down your thong over your slim thighs, the weeks of working out has paid of you think. 

Twenty five minutes, Twenty five, it goes around and around as you look up at the old brown antique clock by his door.

The second hand goes around, tick...tick and thrust ...tick and another; hard jolting forwards as he fuck you over his desk. 

But still you muffle the sound behind your breath; he will; will not beat me he will not.

Then came the pain again, a sharp whip across your butt and again the tears prick the backs of your Blue eyes.

It's too much; you want to cry out as he pushes harder and grunts, pressing your hands harder, you feel him grow he is close you grin; he his close.

Faster, harder and a burst, like an exploding water main, as he shakes and groans over your withering body.

And you you grit your teeth hard, feeling his nails welt the flesh. 

And you smile yes you do, as he pulls away and you hear the accomplishment of his pants.

Adjusting himself he walks over to you, not happy as he knew the score.

You grin like a school girl and point to the old brown clock.

"Well I think lunch is on you Mr Damson, you did say..."

"YES; yes alright, you win Faye, it seems that I failed.

He grabs his suit jacked and pulls up his tie; you admire his form and ravishing good looks, and wish you had screamed from the top of your lungs his name as he fucked you real good but then the game would stop, and we don't want that do we.

Another time maybe, how much more as the week goes on until you give in?

There is always tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and maybe next week.

You rub you finger over your mouth as you study his ass in those tight black trousers.

He drives you crazy, as he looks around at you again a smirk played on his lips.

"I bet you will give in, I bet you I will make you scream my name." He playfully and egoistically bragged pointing his finger and wriggles it up and down at you. 

You flirtingly flutter your long massacred lashes and smile back at him.

'I have all the time in the world and it's only Monday', you think as you put on your coat.

The end



Another Day at the Office



So do you ever get that feeling that your subconscious is more intact with the real world than you are? Ok, weird question. Say you were a guy like me, right? And you know, things are going well for you, finally. You have a great job as lead technician for this firm, we'll call it XYZ firm -- just because it sounds cool, not because I can think of anything that'd fit well for that acronym. Say, for sake of example, of course, that there is this girl -- there's always this girl. Always there, always looking So amazing. Yeah, one of those types. The ones that make a guy like me think he's sweating buckets when he's not, or think he's speaking to fast when he is not. But she's Always There! Like she.. looks for me, maybe? That brings me back to that first question: something deep inside me is saying, "Ok guy, this chick wants your balls," but there's really no way in Hell I'm going to believe that mess. Does that happen to you?

So that's where I am now. Her name is April, and I have got to say -- she is simply the most striking woman in this building -- hell, this planet. I can't bring myself to believe that she wants me.. I'm that kind of guy. I don't think I look bad.. I think I look handsome, some days - debonair, even. But it doesn't help when the only other person that's said anything to you about it is your mom. I have to call her today. I have a lot to offer, but beautiful women like her don't pick up on that, do they? That's the only lesson I've learned over and over again.

"Kevin?" That satiny smooth voice calls. My heart falls into my stomach just in time for it to tighten and freeze up on me. Shit.

"Um.. Yeah, April, what's going on?" Response. Sounded normal, right? She's looking at me funny... So I guess not.

"Hey.. Um, yeah -- I'm having this problem.. with my computer, again. Do you think you could help me? Please?" She smiles. So smooth, so easy. Calm. Meanwhile I'm feeling that invisible sweat again. I always think that she sees this -- she doesn't. 

"Yeah, sure, but, you know, you don't have to come all the way down here for my help." It is Wednesday, and this is the third time there had been a problem in her office thus far. "There's a technician on every floor.." And right after I let that all come out of my mouth, Mr. Subconscious says to me, "Stupid."

"Well.. I'm sorry if I bothered you..." Stupid, stupid, stupid... "I just figured.."

"Oh no, you aren't bothering me at all!" Blurted.. shit. Calm down. "I just didn't want you come down here if you didn't want to, I actually enjoy helping you!" FUCK! Wasn't supposed to have said that, I don't think. But it was a patch-up that worked nonetheless -- she smiled.. and, maybe, turned a little red? Nah. God is she beautiful.. those eyes.. those lips..

"I don't mind, Kevin, really. You're just so good.. at fixing my computer. It's like you have the right touch.. You know just how to make it work." Another smile -- you know, up until her, I've Always been annoyed with glistening lips.. now... Oh man, she's going to need to walk ahead so she doesn't see my 'situation' over here.. 

Something saying to me, "Man, she knows what she's Doing!" and of course, I ignore because that something is re-goddamn-tarded.

"Well.. I'll definitely take a look, and see what I can do..." Gulp. Ever swallow sand? If so, you're a moron. If not, then it feels Just like I feel right now. There's absolutely No liquid in my throat right now. I feel about ready to cough up Egypt. But here's the thing -- it's not because I'm nervous, but because of her reaction to what I said. You see, I'm a computer person. Computer people know how to test, program, and debug -- we apply this to all our lives. That, right there, 'see what I can do..' -- that was a test. After I said it, she Just slightly licked her full.. luscious... succulent.. sexy.. dick-sucking - her lips.. Oh yeah - she passed.

So finally after what felt like an eternity of her staring at me from across the room, she turns away and starts walking out the door. So I finally get up (my lower brain was Already up -- I told you I'd have to follow her) and start walking after. I get into the hall, and she's looking over her shoulder. She sees me, smiles, and then continues walking. I am So glad she isn't trying to talk to me right now, I have some things to work out.

You see, you just don't understand. You don't get it. So let me draw you this picture. You know those women that are so beautiful that No guy talks to them because they seem (read: are) out of reach? The ones that other women despise because they Couldn't be that? Yeah? That's exactly what she is. I'm following her down this hallway, all the while watching her ass sway with such grace that the walls around us just sway along with it. Her legs are nice and long -- strong, as though there was a weight to the raw Sex that they carry. And yeah, those air done bimbos on magazines like, hell, whatever you read -- you know, artificially flawless? Well her legs look like that, her arms and face, too. I can't see her airbrushing herself up every morning before work. And goddamn that ass.. I'm an ass man, you see -- but even if you weren't, if you couldn't see reason to just dive into that masterpiece of cellulite-free, hand-crafted, pillow-softness, then you're pretty much gay beyond God's salvation. Now I'm not really a tit man, though - "You have 'em, nice, you don't, fine" has been my motto. But these look so soft, and warm, and inviting. I can't see anyone Not wanting to unhinge his jaw to fit one in there. How to describe them? Hmm.. think your favorite porn star's tits -- not the super ugly, big, giant, fake ones, but the more realistic, usable, not evolving the lady into a hunchback-type fake tits -- then imagine them being real. Yeah, that nice.

She wears this fragrance that lingers in my office and hers. The smell speeds up my heart, blood rushes to my penis and it stands taller than I do -- Every single Time. I'm sure you get the picture now, right? For her face, it's angelic -- I won't even entertain the idea of describing such beauty. Just think of the most beautiful person in your world, and realize she looks better than her -- don't feel bad, just get over it. So that's my conundrum. I can't see how she could possibly want Me, you know? Sure, the signs are there, but how many things in history have been screwed up because of some jackass taking things the wrong way? I'm sure there are a lot -- I can't give you any good examples, though, because just like most techies out there, I smoke my balls off to level myself out and act normal.

Thoughts cut short by reaching her office. Entering the room a waft of that perfume hits me, hard. My dick is throbbing so much right this very second that the feeling blots out the sound of my heart banging in my ear. Skin mocha brown. No, a little darker, but not. Like, you know that room that you've always wanted to design for your master suite? You Know, hard wood floors with a nice mixed-brown palette rug, French vanilla wall paint, satin dark brown sheets -- candles smelling of cookies and chocolate and cinnamon and coffees. Cherry wood pieces in the room. You know that room? The one that you designed for every bit of passionate, sensual, deep, deep love making you'd ever have ever again in your life? Yeah, her skin tone was That kind of sweet, passionate, sensual, smooth chocolate. I need to get my head back on -- I go towards her computer to try to find this problem.

"It's not really anything major, really," Says April. I hear her close and lock her office door behind me, "It's just that the fan on this thing goes at full speed at all time -- it's hard to concentrate with it making so much noise."

It was probably just running a little hot because of dust, but I decided to open the tower up anyway -- needed time to recoup. She locked the door! This hard-on isn't going to go away until I'm disappointed or embarrassed enough to quit, it seems. But God, do I want her. It aches not to say it every time I see her -- it aches more now, for obvious limited-space reasons in the crotch-al region. As expected its dust. I hear the heels finding there way over to me, bent over this computer. The smell -- a lot stronger now.. She bends over to get a better look at what I am doing, and I can feel her breathing against my ear.. 

"So... do you know what to do to fix my little problem?" spoken in tongue so soft and sensual that it sounded foreign. Every uttered syllable I felt as I heard it -- she breathed every word into me, and my dick perked up just a little more, as to offer its full attention. 

"Um, yeah.. it's no big problem, really.. All you have to do is blow onto this.. I mean into here, and.. it will be all fixed.." Really big slip up in there, somewhere, but I don't even remember what I said.

She kneeled down to look where I was, placing her hand on the inside of my thigh, "Right in here? I can definitely blow on that for you..." Every neuron in my head shot off at the same time for a brief second, another few seconds when she moved her hand even further up my thigh, and again when as she looked (somewhat desperately?) into my eyes, tightened her grasp on my thigh. Somewhere within that five-second blank out, I felt her getting ready to push off and try to stand up, and something else took over me as I grabbed her arm and pulled her back into a kiss.

I have never had a kiss do so much to me -- I felt empowered with strength and confidence never known to me. I lifted her on to her desk, waiving everything off of it (including the monitor -- Shit). Before I even knew it, she had already kicked off her heels and was undoing her jacket. I broke the kiss and went to her cheek, then earlobe. Why women like that so much, I don't know, but it always worked, and it wasn't failing me now; as the tip of my tongue trailed up and down the ridge of her ear, her own scurrying slowed, her eyes closed tight, and her back arched just a little as she gasped for air. A slight nibble on the earlobe later, and her back arched a little more. It is so hard to breathe, in the midst of passion like this. The air is hot and thick -- not of sex yet, but the impending event. I am sucking on her neck now, a lot of heavy breathing and light whimpers. 

I massage her breast through her blouse -- time isn't on our sides right now, so no chance to undress her, but they still feel so Soft! Her nipples are hard; sensitive. I barely graze one with my thumb and she reacts. That slight gasp -- I love it. I flick them both a little, and she stops moving completely. Her head leans into the nape of my neck, breathing heavily, trying to recompose herself as I work at her breasts. She's shaking a little, and I have more to do before she gets there, yet (ever the tease, even in short time), so I release her, and move further down. 

As soon as I let go, though, April pulls me back up into a kiss and starts undoing my belt. I know where this is going, and I don't want to waste time with it, so as my pants fall, I lay down on the desk (slipping a little on the last couple pens resting upon the desk), and invite her to join me. She climbs on top of me, and through gasps and lost attempts at inhaling pure, cool air, I say, "April, turn around." She looked at me weird at first, like she didn't understand, but then it hit, and she obeys and flips around, her legs on either side of my shoulders. First I look and notice that there weren't any panties under her skirt, and I'm more than surprised that didn't glaze her eyeballs then. What I was looking at was purely immaculate. It was the most beautiful flower the dawn after a Very rainy night. It lived -- it breathed, it pulsed, it opened to me -- and I wanted to nurture it. As it came closer to my face, I notice the fragrance -- the same one I've loved for a very long time, now -- I guess it wasn't perfume, after all. Now I know this part. I know that if those lips touch the head of my cock before my tongue touches her, I'm doomed to failure. I know that I may buy some time if my tongue is first to bat. So just as her mouth is about to touch my dick, I pull her pussy down onto my face.

I've never dreamed that even Heaven could taste this good. This has got to be better than heaven. I heard her sharp intake of air as my tongue (and nose) hit. I put my soul into it, this time. I flicked her clit once (sharp jolt) with my tongue, then moved all over, getting up every single last bit of wetness that my tongue could reach. I couldn't really move my arms as freely as I'd like, so I had to be extra precise. If there was a crevice, my tongue had been there. The more juice she let out onto my face, the more I enjoyed lapping up. Hell, I barely notice her sucking my dick until.. now, until I thought about it right now.. Fuck. 

I need to do something quick -- she's getting her rhythm, and she's going to drain me. April can suck a Dick! There is this rhythm to it that most women don't quite get. You see, there's more to sucking dick than just putting your mouth on the shaft and acting like a vacuum. No, getting your dick sucked should feel like fucking in a more controlled environment. She bobs and turns her head so that I feel the head of my dick rub against the back of her throat. Her lips hold on tight -- pulling everything up the shaft, and releasing slightly on the way back down. She moans and hums on my dick, like she's never tasted a sweeter, more delectable straw that ALSO acts as the gateway to the only H2O in the middle of the Sahara. She doesn't choke, she doesn't pause, her hands are in complete motion... Shit! I'm going to cum (read: lose) if I don't do something. 

So I struggle and release my arm. I get April expecting me to finger her, and instead I start sucking on her clit, flicking it with my tongue while my lips wrap around it. That messed up her pattern and bought me some extra time. I hear her say, "Oh my God, Kevin!" It's amazing how quickly you learn things in times of passion -- I don't know exactly how I knew what she said -- she was speaking DickSuckinese, so it was only garbled mumbles and grunts. Paying this no further mind, however, I move on, hoping not to pass up this opportunity to recompose. I suck her clit with the care and compassion she needs (it does hurt if not done right -- think girls not careful with teeth), but with vigor enough to get her to stop sucking. 

Now I introduce my finger, sliding it Very slowing into her pulsing hole. Just the moan I was waiting for comes then. She stops sucking my dick and begins clenching her teeth. She grabs on to the edges of the desk and I feel her clench tight. Her head lays right on my dick, and she's shaking, already. Already moaning in that jumpy kind of way (think of how a regular moan would sound, except, maybe through a fan). You see, I know this part, I Love this part. Watching a female cum. Tasting it, nurturing her flexing pussy right after the storm hits, mopping away at all there is for me to thirst for. Now the finishing touch: I run my finger along the edges of April's hole in circles -- she moans a little loader -- I twirl a little faster, but not too fast. I just want her to know the fingers there. And that was enough -- she stopped moving completely, still holding oh so very tight to the corners of that desk, teeth still clenched, and muscles so tight throughout her body that she can't even breath, let alone move an appendage... then the beautiful collapse. 

Now it is different with different types of women. I remember a friend of mine who could only cum once and need to stop (she would tell me anyone who says they could do otherwise are lying whores) -- everyone Else, however, could have at least two orgasms. Thank the Heavens for April being the latter. She got up from her rigor mortis-like state with unexpected verve, lifts herself off of my face, then sits onto my now-throbbing penis. She sits up straight and slides more into herself, and I'm trying not to move anymore than I have to. Instead, I'm watching her ass move and jiggle right over my dick and under her lifted skirt. She looks so perfect here -- she knows she has a marvelous ass, so she Doesn't lean back; instead, she sits straight up and squats onto and off of my dick. Then she would arch her back, as to change the direction of the upwards direction. Hands on knees, with no other support beyond my penis and her feet, she starts dancing on my dick. Dancing, you heard me -- dancing. Gyrating her hips, still moving up and down on my dick, twirling -- this, people, is what ecstasy is.

I feel it coming, but I know how I want to end this. I grab April by the hips and pull all the way down onto my dick. The shock brings her to moan too loudly, but I pushed through, anyway. I grab her chest and pull her from behind onto me, and push my dick in again -- another great moan. I feel her getting really wet again, meaning that if I time this just right, she'll be cumming on my dick this time. I push deep into her, again, rubbing her nipples this time with my thumbs, nibbling on her neck, harshly whispering to her, "are you gonna cum with me April? Huh? Are you going to cum on this dick, baby? HUH?!" and April, not speak anything in English, mumbled and moan sounds that sounded like 'yes' to me, I guess, and I pushed in again, her all the while holding my hands to her breast. 

Now this is the difficult part. More technical. I'll earn a lot of cool points if I pull it off, though. So here goes; with her laying stomach up on top of me, I turn us so that our legs are hanging off the edge of the desk. She giggles between gasps, trying to figure out why I'm squirming around inside of her like that, and moving around on the desk. Then, from where we are, I roll us so that her stomach is against the desk, our feet are on the floor, and I'm on top of April, now. Excellent. Sure, maybe my side feels like a serrated blade has run across it, but it's cool -- she's amazed, I look like the greatest lover in the universe -- win win, baby. So I sit up and grab hold of her waist, and continue pushing my dick into April. I lean in getting my dick in as far as her ass permits, then grab her shoulder to get a better push. I feel it coming, and I know it's going to be Huge. Push and push, and I feel her tightening around my dick. I'm right there. So is she. And I come up with the perfect idea: I lean in to her ear, touch it with my tongue, then tell her, "I'm going to cum April -- cum with Daddy." Then I exploded deep inside of her pussy just as she squeezed the rest of the life out of my dick with convulsions.

The world still spinning 15 minutes later, we start cleaning up everything -- she starts with her clothes as I take on the desk, trying to put everything wherever I remember it. I get the monitor fragments off the floor and into a corner of the office. We didn't say anything during that entire time. 

Yeah, so things are sort of awkward right now, I'm thinking. I'm thinking that I fucked up, Really bad. Thinking that I wish this was planned a little better. Thinking that maybe... that maybe I'm thinking too damn much. So I finally turn to her and say, "April I've always really liked you. I'm amazed that this happened.."

She turned toward me and smiled brightly, as if relieved. "I like you, too Kevin. This is the day I've been waiting months for."



Another Day at the Office



Today started just like any other day... I get a phone call from my assistant notifying me she has opened the office and what mail has come that day. She has been working with me for 3 years and is like my right hand in value. She is a pert little brunette with a huggable figure, very petite breasts (which she has a low opinion of) and a wonderful butt that I have real trouble not getting distracted by at any given moment. 

When she first came to work with me I realized I might be apt to overly observe her charms and commented on this to her seeking some approval or disapproval. Her only comment was go ahead and look. As it has turned out she appears to have a quiet penchant for exhibitionism. We occasionally tease each other about this but it has remained rather mild and increases our enjoyment with working with each other. 

On this particular day I had a tremendous amount of work to do, was late getting in and she was fielding all of the miscellaneous calls and had everything ready for me to engage the day's work smoothly. When I showed up finally at the office I noticed she was wearing a very comfortable looking dress and sweater, and I commented how nice she looked, paused for a moment to admire her outfit as I came into the office. I noticed the dress buttoned down the front and casually teased her about the buttons looking very fragile. She quipped back at me that "fragile" was not a problem for her as she had nothing that was "busting" out of them. We both laughed and I headed to my office. 

I was working through the first stack of correspondence and when she appeared with some fresh coffee she had made I noticed that the dress was just above knee length and it appeared that the bottom 3 buttons were not buttoned. I teased her again about this commenting that it looked like her problem wasn't the top but rather the bottom of the dress for "busting" out... she laughed and once again quipped back "How did I know she hadn't unbuttoned them?" Giving me a smirk causing us to both laugh. 

I was beginning to dive back into the pile of paperwork when she came back into the office and sat down in the chair in front of my desk and as she did I distinctly heard a light snap, snap sound and as I glanced up I could see that 2 more buttons had popped on the bottom of this dress. She, however did not appear to notice and as she sat down I realized I could see the top of her thighs as she crossed her legs. Was that a hint of panties I saw? Intrigued I tried to remain looking at her face as she clearly wanted to talk about something.

She started by saying that she was quitting her job effective immediately and then telling me about a project she had been working on and informing me about the best system to have someone else accomplish it. She was talking so fast I couldn't get in a word edgewise to ask her why she was leaving. As she moved around she uncrossed her legs and suddenly I realized I was staring at the cutest little shaven pussy I have seen in years! As I fought to drag my eyes from this beautiful and forbidden sight I realized she noticed where I had been staring and she said "Are you ok? You look like you are upset?" I quickly responded stating that I had only been concentrating on what she was saying. She then leaned forward and really got serious about explaining how to manage the project and as she did I distinctly heard another snap. I started sweating slightly and as she leaned back while talking I could see her sweet naked little kitty was now fully on display.

I think it was subconsciously but apparently I moaned slightly and once again she looked at me in concern. "Are you sure you're ok" she asked again? I saw her glance down and I wondered if she could see that she was brazenly and completely displaying all of her female charms to me. As she glanced back up at my face I was carefully looking at her face and acting as if there was nothing amiss. She smirked slightly and slid slightly forward in the chair watching my eyes. I studiously avoided looking downward hoping she would not quit her wonderful little show. 

I was becoming somewhat uncomfortable as this wonderful display was causing my body to react and as I shifted in my chair glancing down at her once again I realized she had not only exposed herself further but had spread her legs slightly and I could now see the inner lips of her sex. She continued to talk rather nonchalantly, suddenly commenting that it was rather hot in the office that day or had I noticed? At this point I was beginning to have some trouble talking and keeping my eyes focused on her face. She reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of the dress and sat back in the chair fanning herself with a piece of paper she was holding. As she did her legs fell open even further and as I glanced down I realized there were only 2 buttons holding the entire dress together.

Suddenly I thought I could smell her arousal and as my eyes traveled down to her beautiful pussy she reached down and calmly spread her pussy lips glancing at me mischievously and laughed! "Like what you see?" she asked. I was in a state of shock. I stuttered "Wow!" "You are really a dream come true today!" "But you quit?" I asked. She laughed again and with her other hand reached up and slowly undid the last two buttons, all the time staring at me intently. It was like being caught in a spotlight and I was mesmerized by her show. When the last button popped open I realized she was completely naked under her dress as her beautiful petite breasts came slightly into view. It was a dream come true.... And she knew it! 

Suddenly she got up from the chair but as she did the dress fell to the floor and suddenly my wonderful, now ex- assistant was standing in my office completely naked. It was then that I realized she was a complete brat because she said "Oh I dropped something" and she turned around, spread her legs slightly and bent over to pick something up off the floor giving me a view of that ass best described as the most luscious and salacious picture I have ever seen. I could positively see the results of her arousal glistening on the lips of her sex which had reddened slightly and were for the first time beckoning me with their beauty. I was in shock. And she knew it.

She asked me if, as a favor, since she no longer worked for me, I needed my coffee refreshed and I could only nod. As she came closer to my desk I was treated to a full view of her amazing and beautiful little breasts. She made no move to pick up her dress. Staring at me intently she commented "I think you were right about the buttons on that dress" "I don't see the point in putting it back on broken, do you?" 

I was completely tongue tied and could only nod my head affirmatively. She nonchalantly headed out the door with my coffee cup with a slight swaying of that wonderful ass briefly glancing back to make sure I was looking. I sat there in shock. 

In but a moment she came back walking straight up to me and setting the coffee cup down. I could see she was staring at me clearly enjoying herself while she watched my eyes travel over her vividly displayed charms. 

As she turned again she said "Oh it appears one of the pins has come loose on our calendar! Let me get that fixed." and she stepped up on the chairs by the wall with one leg on one chair and the other on the one next to it, and pushing her ass out slightly causing her pussy lips to tremble as she applied pressure to the offending pin. Looking mischievously over her shoulder again she said "Is it straight?" just like she has done several other times when we have worked on office decorating. The difference this time was she was completely naked and fully displaying all of those charms I have admired for so long. She wiggled her wonderful ass again. "Is it straight?" she quipped again, knowing I was completely enthralled by her display! 

"You are amazing!" I said.

She laughed and climbed down off the chair. Standing there in all of her naked splendor with her hands on her hips, cute little breasts on display and her legs spread slightly she commented "Well, I just made your dream come true, so now I want you to indulge me!" 

A mirage of thoughts passed through my mind... what could my sweet little minx of an assistant want from me that would indulge her? Understand here that by this time I would basically do whatever she wanted because she was completely fulfilling a fantasy of mine and she flat out knew it! 

She sashayed back over to the chair in front of my desk and sat down in it watching my eyes follow her every inch of the way. As she sat down she purposely spread her legs slightly and pushing her pussy towards me said "Look at it!" "Watch me!" 

She slid her hand slowly down past her navel and gently parted the lips of her sex. "Look at it!" "Watch me!" she said again. And slowly, ever so slowly she started massaging her clit in little circles. "Look at it!" "Watch me!" She said again gazing at me intently she started increasing the speed of her ministrations. 

Then she said "Clear off the desk! But don't take your eyes off me!" 

I started clearing the papers from the desk, finding that it was very hard to be orderly about it while this amazing show was going on. The signs of her arousal were clearer and the scent of that arousal was causing me to feel giddy.

"Look at it!" "Watch me!" She said again. "Don't take your eyes off me!"

When the desk was finally cleared I could see she was really getting into what she was doing. She slowly stood up, and without stopping placed on foot on the desk all the while watching me and my intensity and clear enjoyment of her wanton display. As her leg slid toward me on the desk it caused her pussy to open and be even more fully on display. 

Without ever breaking her simple ministration of her clitoris she slid her leg closer and twisted and put her other leg on the desk, and leaning back put her sweet little rose right in front of my face, and with her heels on the edge of my desk continued with her self pleasure. 

"Look at it!" "Watch me!" "But don't touch!" She said

As she continued this for several minutes it became clear that she was so aroused she was near climax. "Look at it!" "Watch me!" She said again between ragged breaths. (Like I could do anything else in the face of this wonderful and mesmerizing display)

Suddenly she spasm'd with her self fulfillment, slightly writhing with her pleasure and as she looked at me and my gaze over her beautifully displayed dripping sex which was inches from my face, she said "Now... lick it. This is your chance. Do it now!" "NOW!" she said.

I looked at her in disbelief. "Do it NOW!" She said again forcefully. As I leaned in to feast my aching lips on this special treat, where her scent was exactly like the dreams of her I had so many times, and as the taste of her sex flooded my senses she grabbed my head with her hands and wrapping her legs tightly around my head promptly soothed my aching taste buds with a second wild orgasm. 

As her quivering subsided I continued to lick her gently not wanting to miss a single drop of her essence. She gazed into my eyes and said "By the way what will it take for me to get my job back?"

But that is another story!



Another Day at the Office



Leslie Randolph's life was never very interesting or sexual. She was told she was beautiful with blonde hair and a very, very well developed chest. Her legs were endless and her eyes could see into the soul. However her life was still mainly about men. Leslie loved cock as much as the next woman but wasn't very sure on how to get it. She had plenty of boyfriends, she was even married once. But she could never enjoy sex as much as she wanted to and she had no idea why. Leslie was on her way to her new job because her last one was a complete bust. Her customer tried to grope her, when she refused he contacted her manager and accused her of "unorderly conduct". She was fired an hour later.

Now she was planning on being a secretary. She always thought the job was kind of cool, no matter how dorky her friends thought it was. Her good friend and ex, Colin Bradley pulled up in his SUV and honked the horn. Leslie came out wearing a pencil black shirt and a puffy white blouse that enhanced her natural curves.

"Mmm, Leslie, looking scrumptious as always." Colin's lips curled into a sexy smile. Colin and Leslie had agreed to have sex but not actually commit to one another. Leslie smiled. 

"Not looking too bad yourself lover boy." Colin smiled and leaned forward to kiss her. She pushed herself against him, feeling his readiness underneath his pants. 

"We really shouldn't do this now, but I don't want to stop." Colin grinned and reached under Leslie's blouse and pinched her erect nipple. Leslie giggled in delight and stroked his cock lovingly. She unzipped his pants and realized he was wearing no underwear.

"You naughty boy." She ran her hand up and down his ready member. He groaned in her mouth. They continued to share tongues until Colin grabbed her hand which was giving nothing but love to his rock hard cock. 

"I want you inside of me, Colin, Again." Leslie crawled in the back seat, pulling her down there with her.

"Good thing this car is big enough for the both of us." Leslie pulled down her skirt revealing a wet and ready cunt. Colin couldn't wait and thrust himself inside of her. She groaned in pleasure. He fucked her hard and fast. Only stopping when they reached their peak.

When Colin had finally dropped Leslie off, she was looking as beautiful as before. Before they had sex that is. 

"Leslie Randolph?" A high, sexy, beautiful feminine voice, called out. Leslie was surprised that simply a voice would make her as horny as she was. 

"Here."

"Come in here." The voice called again. Leslie nearly ran into the room and abruptly tripping at someone's feet. She saw black pumps and tan legs followed by a skirt suit. She saw breasts that seemed to bypass hers. She looked into the strong, sexy face of a tan-faced, blue eyed and brown haired lady.

"Jeez, are you okay, I can't have my secretary tripping over everything." The woman kept her face blank and emotionless.

"I'm sorry. Leslie Randolph, at your service." Leslie heard something like, "I hope so." From the beautiful female.

"Matilda Dowry. Please sit down." Her voice was strained but still beautiful. 

Matilda Dowry had never been one to get out of order that is until she met Leslie Randolph. She heard that people would be interviewed for her secretary so she thought it would be best if she interviewed them personally. When a blonde blur tripped at her feet she felt she might have gotten more than she bargained for. But when the girl looked up at her she felt the amazing urge to fuck her and lick her until she turned red. Pound her with Matilda's finger until she came in her new boss's hand. 

Matilda was barely paying attention to the girl's answers to her question just the way her breasts bounced when she laughed or her beautiful smile.

"You're hired." Matilda had known the answer when Leslie first walked in. The girl was so happy she hugged her new boss. Matilda was stunned for a moment before breathing in the young girls scent and skillfully running her hands up and down the girl's buttocks, and pulling her closer. Leslie pulled away confusedly before laughing nervously. She stood up and left, but not before giving Matilda a kiss on the cheek.

"By the way you start tomorrow."

(Authors note: LPOV (Leslie's point of View. MPOV Matilda's point of View)

MPOV

After meeting with such I bomb shell I masturbated through out my car ride home. My tits were aching to be sucked and not by just anybody but by Leslie Randolph my new secretary who I was growing a huge lust for. Her blue eyes were literally inscribed in my memory, never to be forgotten.

LPOV

Okay, so my boss groped my ass, big deal. Actually BIG DEAL MAJOR!! Though it felt kinda good, her small, dainty hands rubbing my well-formed ass, purposely. I found myself thinking how good it would to feel her rubbing other parts of my body as well. No Bad Leslie she probably doesn't even think of you that way. 

So Leslie and Matilda kept thinking that the other didn't like them for 2 months. Until finally it was a late night at the office and Leslie was still at her desk and Matilda was mad at her for something.

"Leslie?" Leslie smiled at the voice she had learned to love so very much. But her boss's walk was angry and she wondered what was wrong. 

"Yes Mattie." They had grown to be friends and Matilda allowed the nickname.

"Where are my files?"

"You mean the Goodman and Richman files?"

"Yes, idiot, which others were there?" Leslie flinched at her friends harsh tone, she had never been this angry. Her brown hair was over her shoulders and Leslie had a clear view of her boss's lace bra.

"You don't need to be angry." Leslie felt her eyes start to water. She had started to like the woman a lot, even love her. But she felt betrayed now. She heard Matilda sigh and felt her chair being turned around.

"Leslie, I'm sorry, it's just, well I'm really stressed out." Matilda lifted the blonde girls head to meet her eyes. Matilda felt her nipples harden and her cunt start to cum at the blonde's look. It was so innocent yet so sexy.

"It's okay Mattie, I forgive you." The girl swept her boss into a huge hug and once again Matilda found that her hands had minds of their own. It went to her employee's behind and stroked her. Leslie smiled but made sure her boss didn't know that Leslie was aware of her hands. She pulled the woman tighter against her and started stroking her back, lovingly. 

Leslie than pushed herself so far into her boss that they both toppled over, Leslie on top. Her boss looked so innocent so vulnerable beneath the blonde's blue gaze. Leslie couldn't stand it anymore.

"Forgive me." She whispered before lowering her pink lips to Matilda's. Leslie's passion soared when Mattie returned her kiss. Leslie met Mattie's tongue head on and pulled the woman closer. Leslie's hand slid toward her boss's boobs. She massaged one in her hand, receiving a groan from her lover. 

"More Leslie, more." That's all it took. Leslie took off her boss's shirt and was rewarded with a big beautiful sight. Her tits were erect and ready for Leslie's mouth. Leslie's head bobbed up and down as she sucked Matilda's nipples. When finally Mattie's nipples were as red as cherries, Leslie discarded Matilda's skirt and put her head between her lover's legs and licked. Matilda held Leslie's head in her cunt while she sucked on her clit and inserted her finger in and out. 

"AAAHHH!!!" Matilda came a few minutes after and started to make out with Leslie before she fell asleep. 

MPOV

I woke up to feel a warm body next to me. It was Leslie. She was breathing softly with her hand on my breast. When we had fucked last night I almost told her I loved her but she was so ready to fuck me I didn't get a chance. It felt so right to have her head between my legs and her mouth on mine. She tasted like strawberries and well it tasted good. I got up off the floor and picked up my clothes. I had a feeling that when she woke up she would be happy to see me gone. I mean she didn't want anything but a one night stand right?

LPOV

Mmmm last night was so wonderful; I never thought someone else's pussy could taste so good. Matilda's juices were like drink when I had pumped my finger in and out of her I felt myself begin to grow wet. I opened my eyes to see Matilda gone. Where was she? I got up and changed ready for a day at the office. Before I could stop myself I started to cry. Why would she leave me?

To Leslie and Matilda the day seemed long and hard. The two barely talked to one another. Both thinking the other didn't want them. Once again the two were the last at the office. When Leslie walked past her bosses office she saw Matilda's firm behind staring back at her. Finally her sexual instincts one over her mind. She rammed Matilda into the wall from behind. Her boss gasped on impact and lay there on the wall feeling Leslie grind into her.

"Why did you leave yesterday?" Leslie asked her voice husky with desire.

"I don't know." Matilda whispered. Leslie whipped her boss around and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Don't do it again." Leslie growled. Matilda nodded.

"God do you know how much I want you right now?" Leslie asked. Her hand slid up to meet her boss's erect nipple. Matilda gasped at the sudden pleasure. Matilda's hands stroked Leslie's mane of blonde hair and unbuttoned her blouse and soon her skirt was off too. She forced her clit into Leslie's stomach hoping her employee could feel her wetness.

"Aaah, Matilda, tell me, Tell me what you want me to do to you." Leslie ordered. Matilda nodded and tilted her head back.

"I want you to force your finger in my pussy until I cum then I want you to suck my juices until you can't get enough. I want you to suck my nipples and bite them till they are red with passion. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard with your finger and lick me with your pink delicious tongue. Then I want to spend hours sucking your pussy until I can't get enough." Matilda decided to take the lead now and leapt on Leslie and started to attack her clothes furiously until they were completely off. She sucked and licked until Leslie reached her climax then she switched roles. Leslie licked Matilda's juicy cunt until her juices formed a huge puddle around her boss's bottom. Then they lay there as content as possible.

"I love you, Leslie." Matilda said, hopefully. Leslie's heart swelled at the words.

"I love you too, Matilda. I could stay here forever."

"So could I."

The End.



Another Day at the Office



I was working on a project the other day in my office when one of the secretaries, who I'd been hot for for awhile, emailed me asking if she could come over to report an injury.Of course, being the professional that I am, I told her to come over and let me take a look. She asked if I was alone since she said it was an embarrassing injury and didn't want anyone else to see. "Your privates- I mean privacy- is always safe here" I said nervously over the phone. Shit I thought to myself. I really fucked that one up. I hope she didn't notice what I said. I'm sure she did.

When she got to my office I was taken aback by her gorgeous eyes, large firm breasts, and perfect ass that her jeans hugged so well. What I'd give to be a pair of jeans. One thing I noticed though was that she didn't appear to be hurt or anything so I assumed she's gotten a paper cut or some other BS. 

"Hi" she said. "I feel really dumb reporting this injury because I was being really clumsy and hurt myself. You look really busy so I won't bother you with it."

"Nonsense. Safety is our number 1 priority here and I'm never too busy to help" I said in the typical trained safety guy response. "Just close the door behind you and tell me what happened."

When she sat down in the cair across from me the neck of her shirt was so low I could almost see-Stop looking idiot! She can totally tell you're staring at her tits- "So how can I help you?"

"Well... I was filing some paperwork and I dropped a folder. When I went to bend over and pick it up I caught the corner of the drawer on...well...uh.. my chest. I told you it was stupid, I'll just go and suck it up."

"No wait. It's company policy that we investigate every accident and I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't. Would you mind if I examined your injury?" I was trying my hardest-no pun intended- to be professional but I could already feel my dick starting to swell in my pants.

"That will be fine but just please don't tell anyone else. I'd hate for them to think I'm a clutz." 

She took her shirt off and revealed a pink silk bra with lace around the edges that was like a picture from a victoria's secret catalogue. "Can you help me get this undone, I'm not very good at taking these off" she said. By now my pants were bulging so much it looked a snake had crawled in my zipper and was trying to escape down my leg.

As I went behind her to unclip her bra her hand slid up my leg and grabbed the denim serpent. I jumped back in disbelief landing in the chair she had been sitting in before.

"I didn't really get hurt but I've been watching you watch me and I know that you want me."

"Uh..oh.. you saw that?" I asked as I could feel my speech falter.

"Let me show you what I've been thinking about you." She knealt down in front of me with her voluptuous mounds resting on my leg and unzipped my pants. Reaching into my boxers my stiff rod popped out like a jack-in-the-box ready to receive her plump lips. 

She immediately started stroking my cock with her big doe eyes burning at me with a need to be extinguished. As she gripped my shaft she wrapped me in her juicy mouth and took me all the way in. She gagged as she went down but refused to stop as my tip caressed her tonsils. I was almost going to cum when she looked up at me with her mascara smeared eyes and said " Fuck me baby."

I immediately grabbed her and threw her on top of my desk, sending paperwork and pens flying to the floor. I ripped her jeans and panties off of her like a lion tears flesh from it's prey. Her slit was dripping and I licked the sweet nectar as I felt her legs wrap around my head driving my face deep into her love canal. I tongued her hole and worked my way up to her clit. Just then she started to moan and her legs quivered. I flicked her clit with my tongue harder and she squeezed my head so hard with her legs I thought I might pass out. Just then I felt her cum as her love juice shot out of her like a flash flood.

"FUCK ME NOW!" she screamed as she grabbed my hair to pull me back up. My cock still throbbing, I stood up and kissed her as she licked her cum from my lips. I slid into her tight void and she let out another moan. I began pumping her slow, letting her feel every inch of my meat. I bent over and bit her nipple and I continued to slowly pound her into extasy. I felt her tightening up even harder and I knew she was going to explode again so stuffed her tip to ball faster. "Harder baby, give it all to me!" she said with total dsregard for anyone who might be walking by. Just then she started rubbing her clit and I fucked her with everything that I got. She came so hard she almost pushed me out of her. I could feel my balls starting to flinch and I could tell I was about to cum. "I'm gonna cum baby" I said as I squeezed her hips tighter than before. She pushed me out right as I was going to cum and got down on her knees. She look up at me again and grabbed my ass, shoving my cock all the way down her throat. I exploded in her mouth and she swallowed it all without flinching. 

As we both got dressed she looked over to me and said "I guess sometimes sex is the best medicine. I feel much better" With that she was gone.

I'll never forget that one day that made the rest of my career in a boring job worthwhile. From the way she was walking the next day, she didn't forget either...



Another Day at the Office



I saw you first when I worked in that little restaurant you love so much. The one with the white tea-light candles in glass holders, and with ever changing fresh flowers on each table. The napkins folded into fans on crisp white table cloths. And, more importantly, where I was a waitress and saw you bring in endless numbers of pretty girls in short skirts with long, brown, tanned legs. I remember judging each one as the skirts got shorter and the breasts got bigger, while I was a young undeveloped girl, never going to be noticed by a powerful man like you, able to control every situation, and everyone around you though you were only 22 yourself.

You made my head spin so much it was hard for me to work around you. Knowing I was little or nothing to you, other than a serving girl, made it relatively easy to cover my mistakes. Powerful as you are, you were also forgiving, and the countless slip-ups I made...calling you "madam" by accident, and dropping cutlery, tripping up...were all acquiesced with a heart-melting smile. It was too much to handle for an 18-year old fresher.

University was three years of pure sexual discovery, ranging from wild, passionate flings with strong-bodied sports teams, to loving sex session with compassionate art students. Each relationship and each person I slept with gave me more knowledge as to what men liked, what I wanted and how to pleasure myself to maximum effect. All the while I never forgot how your presence had made me feel in that little restaurant back home and on the lonelier nights I revisited the past remembering that cheeky grin and the wanting look that one night.

Between all the sex I had actually worked hard on my course at university and graduated with a first. More than that, I had become a woman during my university years attracting appreciative stares from older men wherever I went. Though it wasn't hard, I'd landed a job as a secretary and I knew just how to dress so I could impress the men I worked with. It was necessary to assert myself sexually to become an equal in the male dominated business world as the only woman in the office.

After a year of flirting with men in the office and generally sailing through my career, the company was taken over by a large conglomerate corporation. There was to be a new management team and many job changes.

I couldn't believe the day you walked into the office with a group of other men and introduced yourself as the new boss. I nearly fell off my chair and the old familiar feeling travelled down to my pussy, re-awakening feelings I had all but forgotten. Sweeping the room with your piercing blue eyes, you settled on the only woman present, me. I felt dizzy with anticipation. I remember very little other than the fact you asked my name and offered me a job as your personal assistant. The contract would be drawn up today and sent home with me to sign effective immediately. It was a shock but after consideration was probably inevitable as I clearly stood out.

I dressed carefully each day in pencil skirts and heels. The higher the better, extending the length of my legs, which I carefully crossed at the ankle, my desk turned towards your door, normally open for communication purposes giving me perfect opportunity to admire your strength and beauty. I found myself looking at you, biting my lip, daydreaming about one day walking in and shutting your door, finally having your hands touch me. The thought gave me a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

The pencil skirt, suspenders, silk shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the black trim of my bra, each chosen to appear effortlessly sexy. I could see they attracted your gaze from time to time and I made every move carefully, showing just enough leg or walking out of your office with a slight swing of my hips. The conversation between us becomes loaded with sexual tension and each time our fingers brush exchanging files or papers it feels electric.

I get called in for a weekly update. I've dressed in a tight, little pencil skirt, purple silk shirt and blazer, with sweet little stilettos giving a softer edge to the business dress I have to wear. I sit on the edge of the chair opposite you at your desk, my foot brushing your leg slightly as I reposition my feet. This time, although it is noticed by you I is unashamed and I fix you with a challenging stare willing you to make a move.

You don't. Disappointed, I listen to the weekly update and plans for the coming week with my usually efficiency, taking notes.

You finish speaking and I turn to walk from the room but turn at the last moment giving you a longing look, subconsciously stroking the neckline of my blouse, brushing my breasts knowing my nipples are hard underneath and that I'm incredibly turned on. You seem to make no move and don't even lift your head.

I turn away, no words are said but I hear footsteps behind me and suddenly a hand covering each breast from behind. I freeze as you fingers squeeze against my hot breasts. I savour the touch; the sin is amazing. I feel a push into my back, you're hard and the sensation provokes a small moan of pleasure. I know I want you but the idea of this being in work plays on my mind. And yet your confidence reassures me.

I start to get butterflies...we could get caught.

Rubbing your cock against my smooth behind, you smile as my nipples harden even more under your touch. I notice you slowly start to undo my buttons on my blouse...opening the first, the next, gently to the last then slipping one hand towards my breast, pinching my hard perfect nipple. With a rush of desire I turn to face you, flushed, biting my lip. I guide you other hand to the hem of my skirt, brushing it up the inside of my stockings towards the silk and lace of my soaking knickers.

I pull away, suddenly conscious that this is inappropriate, though I know I really don't want to stop. Our eyes meet and the passion is undeniable. You grab my hand and pull me so our faces are inches apart and you whisper softly in my ear..."nobody will ever know". That tips me over the edge and I push my lips to yours. You respond with such force I stumble backwards but you wrap one strong arm around my waist to steady me. I feel one gentle finger tracing the edge of my underwear...i want you to touch me, I want you to taste me, make me moan, make me come.

I undo the zip of my skirt letting it fall to the ground and brush the blouse from my shoulders. I stand adorned in black lace, the knickers gleaming from how wet I am. Your mouth falls open slightly in delight as your hand traces down my hot thighs and stockings, running down my smooth legs to my stilettos. As you start kissing me down my body and across the top of my thighs, grabbing my bum to feel the burning heat from my core, I let out a sigh of pleasure. You pull down my soaking knickers looking up at me but my eyes are closed and my head has fallen back in ecstasy. You slide them down past my ankles and run your hands back up over my thighs feeling my body tremble at your touch.

Standing back up, you push me towards the wall and slip one leg between mine kicking my feet apart. My stockings accentuate my thighs but not for long as you take one in between your teeth and pull it to my ankle. I kick off my shoes as you take the other stocking off. I can feel your tongue brushing against my leg and nearly buckle from the pleasure and you haven't even begun to touch me yet.

The pressure from your tongue slowly travels up the inside of my leg stopping at the top of my thigh just before my dripping wet, burning sex. I want you to lick me and suck me. I put my hand to your hair and try to pull you the last inch towards my pussy but you're stronger than me and resist, amused by my need for you.

"Take off your bra", you command. Suddenly I am nervous but am obedient. "Good girl, now, go to the desk and sit with your legs apart, I want to see you". Again I obey and sit, the sun glinting between my open legs on my moist, wet pussy. You stand and stare unashamedly and I become more turn on knowing you want me, you find me irresistible. 

You walk towards me and my breath quickens. Kneeling down in front of me, you dip your strong tongue into my wanting pool of excitement. You follow the curve of my lips up to my clitoris and another shiver of pleasure runs down my spine. Long slow licks between my pussy and my clit start me quivering. I want you to taste me as I come into your mouth. Sensing I'm about to come you clamp your lips onto my exposed clitoris and suck softly, teasingly. I shudder and orgasm hard. All the waiting and teasing made it too easy.

But you're not done. "Stand up and bend over the desk". I do as commanded and hear you undo your belt buckle, take off your jacket and undo your shirt before taking off your shoes and socks and dropping your trousers and boxers to the floor. After kicking them out of the way you run a finger down my spine making my breath quicken once again. I turn round to see you taking your long, hard, perfect cock in one hand and using slow strokes to pleasure yourself. The look of pleasure on your face is hot and I reach down to my own clitoris brushing past my boobs and my hard nipples showing how horny I've become.

My pussy is still dripping wet and throbbing from the pleasure you afforded me. My fingers are instantly soaked as I push one, two, deep inside myself. You notice what I'm doing and slap my hand away before spanking me, softly at first, making my cheeks red before laying into my ass making me scream. But I enjoy it. I push my hips backwards towards you, inviting you to enter me.

The first entry makes me gasp; you're so hard and thick. You drive into me, deep, pulling my hair making me buck on your cock. As always you're controlled and controlling me. You take long, deep strokes. I'm desperate for you to lose all that control, to come inside me.

Your pace gets faster and I hear you start to breathe deeply but all of a sudden you pull out. I moan with disappointment but you turn me over and suck my nipples softly seeing a small smile on my face.

My legs wrap themselves around your waist and pull you towards me as I lie back on your desk. Using one hand I guide you back into me using my leg muscles to thrust you deeper into me. My sex starts to drip and spasm in delight and your face contorts as you lose control inside me. The last few thrusts are hard and deep, pulling me onto you, your hands on my shoulders. Finally, with the last throb of my pussy I feel you shoot your hot, sweet seed into me, your cock twitching against me, my all controlling boss finally not in the driving seat. You half-collapse forward panting before straightening up and pulling out of me.

As our juices mix and flood out of me, you dress quickly and clean me up before helping me back into my clothes.

I am disappointed and a little hurt at your abruptness. I pick up some papers from your desk and start to leave the room in a daze but you stop me grabbing my free hand and pulling me back. You whisper again, "your review meeting is tomorrow and I have a surprise for you, I don't want you to wear underwear, 10am".

Patting my bum, I turn just in time for you to wink at me. I smile, satisfied, and walk out of your office, wordlessly as always, already wet at the prospect of tomorrow.

I'd only been a secretary for three weeks now, so a review meeting was out of the blue but that wink had conveyed a lot more than a review. For the rest of the day I'm dazed, unable to concentrate. The thought of you fills my head and I even catch myself shuddering. Once again those fantasies are returning.

I go home unable to get my key in the door, desperate to get in so I can get out of my wet knickers. They're still soaking from sex earlier and the thoughts I've been having since. I go to my bedroom and undress quickly trying to get the thought of your hard cock pushing into me, out of my head.

It's not working. I lie back on my sheets and my hand wanders to my bare breasts, the soft skin tingling under my own touch. I cup one of my breasts closing my fingers over the top and squeezing gently. The nipple stiffens under the palm of my hand so I take it between my thumb and finger, pinching and twisting it. I know I'm wet and it takes every ounce of self control not to let my hands slip towards my aching pussy. I grab both of my breasts squeezing hard and rubbing my nipples in circles feeling them hard under my fingertips.

I can't stand it any longer. Licking one finger I allow myself a little pleasure, laying that finger on top of my clit applying a little pressure, enough to make me push my hips forward. I slide my finger down towards the pool of wetness that has formed and dip my finger in, breathing deep as I tease myself, thinking of how I know you'd take control and do the same thing, teasing me till I'm on edge.

Sliding my fingers back up to my clit I make little circles, no pressure but brushing the swollen tip with my finger. I can hear my breaths quickening, the mere thought of you pushing me closer to orgasm.

I take the nub of my clit between my fingers, massaging the inner clit, slow, sensual. Thinking of you pulling me towards you with your strong grip, kissing my neck, nibbling softly on my ear lobes sending shivers down my spine, making me thrust my hips towards you. All the power from you at work everyday makes me wet and now its got me so close to coming. I can't stand it any longer. I plunge two fingers deep inside myself and instantly feel my pussy spasm and tighten around my fingers, pulsing out a strong orgasm.

I feel sleepy and relaxed as my pussy finally comes down from its high. I slip into an easy sleep, sighing with pleasure at finally getting what i'd wanted since I was just 16. I wake only when my alarm sounds the next morning. My heart is racing as I dress without underwear of any form just as you'd instructed me to.

I walk into the office confident today will leave me satisfied again. I sit at my desk feigning work, waiting for you to walk through the door. It gets to eleven and you still haven't arrived. I panic unexpectedly, not for your safety, or the good of the company, but for the ache in my clit as always before expecting great sex.

Fortunately, I had become confident at work, being the only woman, that slipping into my private bathroom with a handbag attracted little attention, and so I'd started bringing a vibrator to work. Today I was in need. Frustrated by the wait I walked off towards the back corridor, but hear a door and an unmistakable voice. I turn to see you enter. You scan the room for me, confused at not seeing me at my desk. Fixing your dangerous eyes on me eventually you look more confused. Daringly, I take out the vibrator concealed in my handbag, stroke the top edge and put it back away.

The beckon that comes from you after is commanding and I wonder if I've gone too far. Dropping my head a little in submission, I follow you to your office. You've held the door open for me and you shut it with some force as I enter after you. I stay facing away from you, embarrassed to turn and meet the anger I expect in your eyes.

On the contrary, I feel a strong hand at my neck pushing me to the floor. I comply and drop to my knees not sure what is really happening. You walk to stand in front of me and it dawns on me that the thought of me pleasuring myself has excited you. Your crotch at perfect eye level, I lean forward and trace the outline of your cock with one perfectly manicured finger. You take one step back and whisper in my ear, "no hands". I'd always been one to accept a challenge and looked up to meet your gaze before pulling you forward with more force than you realised I had.

Taking your trouser zip in my mouth, I pull it down releasing your cock slightly from straining against the material of your trousers. The button slips away easily with a little persuasion from a well practised tongue, letting your trousers fall. Another glance up proves that you're suitably impressed at my talent.

Having done the main bit so quickly, I decided to take my time with your crisp clean Calvin Klein's. Nibbling gently up your long, hard shaft, I hear you let out a long breath which makes my mind race, knowing even the gentlest touch is giving you pleasure. Again using my teeth, I pull your boxers, first over your bulging dick, brushing the material down the length to your balls, then each side, taking my time, ensuring any material comes into contact with your bare skin, causing shivers to run over your body. At your knees, I let them drop and you step out of them, kicking them behind the door effectively preventing any entry from unexpected guests.

You walk towards your leather chair and sit down leisurely...a silent invitation for me to follow. You've slyly taken off your shirt and your muscular back is more than enough invitation for me.

I kneel slowly at your feet presuming you enjoy the control and having an obedient woman at your feet. However, it seems you can't wait and your strong hand pushes the back of my head down onto your cock nearly choking me. But I recover quickly and suck with the supreme dedication of a well practised woman.

I use the pressure of my tongue to create extra sensations while my lips are wrapped tight around your shaft. I suck softly wanting you to enjoy every moment of it; I want you to have all the bliss I can afford you. Sucking to the top of your dick, I flick my tongue around the head and trace a circle around it feeling it pulse against my tongue. I catch your eye before I suck back down your cock, and you lean back, comfortable and incredibly horny. I start to move up and down sucking harder pushing you to the back of my throat as far as possible. I forget completely where I am and give you my all.

That is, until you grab the back of my head and pull me away. I'm confused, you'd started to thrust and I was convinced you were close to coming. I wanted to satisfy you. But it's not over I realise as I'm pulled roughly to my feet and pushed back to sit on the desk by your powerful hands. You grab my bag and retrieve the contents that I tried to tease you with earlier. You switch it on to a gentle vibrate and hold it against my clitoris.

It's not enough to get me off but it hasn't half started my pussy dripping on to your desk. I've grabbed hold of the side of your desk, squeezing hard, determined not to let you see how amazing it feels. But you can see the gleam of liquid and for a second our eyes connect. U pull me towards you and kiss me for the first time deep, needing me, pulling at my clothes. I hear a button hit the floor and pull back to remove the rest of my top safely as I have nothing else to wear. 

Once naked I gently straddle you teasing your cock with the opening to my pussy, letting you feel me dripping on your cock. But once again you want to be in control and push down on my shoulders so you're completely inside me. The moan I let out must have been loud enough for other people in the office to hear but I couldn't help it. Your dick filled every inch of me and I needed it inside me so much. I bounce up and down on your cock my breasts in front of your face. You can't take your eyes off them.

The pace gets quicker, your cock sliding in and out of me easily creating tingles I've never had before I can feel your balls slapping against my bum. My breath quickens, the moans get louder, I look down and you're breathing as deep as me trying to keep that cool, calm control. I start to roll my body changing direction slightly on your cock, changing rhythm, making it feel different, new, fun. You grab my hips helping me move smoother and getting deeper. The slow build up begins for both of us with the change, it feels so good.

I can't keep it up for long, this movement needs control and I want to lose it. I push towards you, closer, deeper, faster. Building up to climax quicker with the harder fuck.




Another Day at the Office



For the last time our eyes lock as we come together me with and absolute scream, you with a deep, guttural, primal moan. It's almost harmonic as you grab onto me pulling me close sweat and other juices mingling, deep breathing. And you're still hard inside me, pulsing and still thrusting slightly. I'm limp and unable to move.

We stay there for a few minutes catching our breath. 

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Later that day I hand in my resignation. My four weeks notice is lying on your desk waiting to be authorised. A note underneath:

"My place, seven tonight, wear no underwear"...this wasn't over.