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The Rep

By: MirageLM



Linda had been pestering him for months to make an appointment to demonstrate the software. She insisted it was state of the art...Something his organization couldn't do without. He hated sales pitches and avoided them at all costs, but she would not let up and he finally relented. 

Actually, they knew each other quite well. Over the past five years, his organization had spent thousands and thousands of dollars on her organization's products. He was a good customer and she knew it. She was an effective sales rep and he knew it, and he trusted her not to steer him wrong. 

He was in his early 50's, handsome if not sexy and possessing a very powerful personality. He commanded a certain level of respect that was obvious to her as she visited his office and talked to people who worked for him. 

She was 42 and a mother of two. She took pride in her appearance and her body showed none of the telltale signs that pregnancy often leaves on women who refused to take care of themselves. She was very businesslike in his presence and always on top of her game. While both noticed the obvious attractiveness of the other, their relationship had never been anything other than professional. 

When he finally relented and made the appointment he told her, only partially joking, that the software had better be all she represented to be or she would "regret wasting his time." 

There was a pause on the other end of the phone line and she giggled, "What are you going to do if you don't like it? Punish me? Spank me?" 

His response was immediate, "That...Or worse" he growled, putting on a stern voice. 

Her response was automatic, "Oh my!..." And she realized she was blushing. 

She recovered and made the appointment for the next week. He assured her that he would have an Eiki projector ready in a vacant lab so that she could connect her laptop and show the software to its fullest advantage. 

She arrived at his office at the appointed time and he was waiting for her. She was dressed in a manner that was described in the industry as "professional"... Gray slacks, dark blazer, gray silk blouse, discrete pearl necklace, low heels, her shoulder length, black hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. She, for the first time, noticed that his eyes moved over her body in appreciation of her figure, and she blushed slightly. 

He had on his usual office attire...Khakis, cotton buttondown shirt, tie and loafers. His clothes hung on him nicely and she, as she always did, noticed the muscular nature of his shoulders, neck and arms. 

They walked to the building where the lab was located and she went about setting up her laptop while he connected it to the Eiki projector. Because of all the computers in the lab it was warm and soon she stopped to take off her blazer. As she arched her back to remove the jacket she heard him gasp and looked to see him staring at the image of her full breasts pressed against the thin silk material of her blouse. 

Up until that instant, he had not been fully aware of her body...And they both blushed as she caught him staring. It was at this point that everything changed and it all came together for him. After that frozen instant in time he began to watch her...Taking in the details. He had done all he could do to assist her, so he took a chair and waited while she completed the setup. 

Yes, her hips were nicely rounded and showed to their best advantage in the snug fitting slacks she wore. Despite having birthed two children, her waist cut in sharply and accented both her hips and her breasts. And her breasts...Now he took notice...He had never particularly noticed their size or shape...They were full and, as he noticed when she had arched her back, rested in a thin bra...No question that gravity had had its effect on them...They did sag slightly, but only very slightly and in a way that he found incredibly erotic...He could imagine the nipples, erect on the upturned surface of them. 

It was only then that he noticed the fullness of her lips and the thickness of her hair and he began to wonder about her as a woman as opposed to a sales rep. He had a theory, one he had tested and found to be true over and over. His theory was that the fullness of a woman's lips were a direct indicator of the fullness of her pussy lips. Linda had full dark lips and given that her hair was also dark and thick, he quickly decided that those characteristics would carry over to what lay between her legs...And such a realization stirred the beginning of an erection in his trousers. 

She busied herself with preparing the presentation, but his obvious erotic interest in her made her nervous and she began to fumble with the cables and other equipment. Finally she had everything ready and as she stood from where she was bent connecting the last cable she again noticed that he was staring at her ass in a most interested manner. A sideways glance enabled her to take a look at his crotch and the lump she saw there was unmistakable...Silently catching her breath she paused and looked away, recognizing the fuzzy feeling in her belly that heralded the beginnings of sexual arousal...This feeling was always followed by the erecting of her nipples and she felt that begin...Right on time. 

Without thinking, as she turned to face him she reached behind her back to better tuck her blouse into her slacks and again her breasts were pressed against the thin material...Except that this time he was treated to the sight of two very thick, very erect nipples pushing out as if seeking contact. He was more prepared this time than the first but he was careful to make sure she saw him looking and again she blushed. 

Her presentation was terrible. Totally unnerved by his obvious sexual interest in her and confused by her own body's reaction, she stuttered and stammered through the entire series of screens. To make it worse, she slowly became aware of the fact that this software wasn't what he wanted at all...To her embarrassment, she had totally missed what he had expressed as his needs. 

Finally, mercifully, she came to the end of the presentation and turned her computer and the projector off. 

Turning to him she smiled her brightest sales smile and said, "Well, what do you think?" 

He stared at her from his chair and said, "Where do you want me to give you your punishment?" 

"E-excuse me?" she stuttered, completely shocked at the question. 

"You heard me" he said smiling, "Where do you want to get your punishment?" 

She knew what he was referring to, but couldn't believe he had actually said it. 

Laughing, she responded, "Well when I was little I always wanted to get it over quickly." 

"I see," he said as if considering her answer seriously, "Well, get your stuff together and let's get you to your car." 

Thinking that his comments had been a joke, she moved to gather her equipment together. He helped her and they soon had it back in her case. He walked with her to her car and lifted the case into the trunk. As he turned she said, "I guess I missed the target on that one didn't I?" 

He leveled his gaze at her and said, "Big time." 

She dropped her eyes and was amazed to find herself staring at her feet like a little girl caught misbehaving. 

"I-I'm sorry," she stuttered. 

"Not nearly as sorry as you're going to be," he responded. 

She jerked her head up to see him holding a fold of money toward her. 

"W-what's this?" she stuttered. 

"There is a motel called Lanier Lodge at Exit 15 about 20 miles down 400. Go there and get a room," he said. "I'll be there as soon as I finish one thing at the office." 

"W-what?" she stuttered, amazed to feel her heart racing and her clit begin to throb in involuntary excitement. 

"You heard me," he said evenly "You did say you wanted to get the punishment over with didn't you?" 

"I t-thought you were j-joking!" she stammered "There is no way..." 

"I don't joke," he interrupted, "Ever" 

"T-there's no way!" she declared, the shaking in her voice belying the seeming conviction of her statement. 

"Well," he said with a shrug, "Either you take the punishment or get me another rep." 

"I never!" she hissed jerking the car door open and bending in to put her brief case on the passenger's seat. 

"It's your choice" he said simply, "I'll be at the motel in a half an hour. Get a room, leave the room number under your windshield wiper, and sit and wait. No television or radio. Just wait...Or go on back to the office and get me another rep." 

As if in shock, she sat down in her car and started the engine. He pushed to door closed and stepped back. She said nothing, just looked into the level gaze of his eyes, and drove away. 

Her mind was racing as she drove through the light traffic and came to a stop at a traffic signal. 

"The nerve!" she muttered as she sat waiting for the light, "If he thinks..." She spat as she pulled away when the light turned green. 

But her body betrayed her even as she drove down the highway. She couldn't get the image of his eyes staring into hers out of her mind and soon she noticed her clit begin that familiar nagging, throbbing that she found so irresistible. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her mind she turned onto the southbound lanes of GA 400 and headed toward Atlanta, her mind racing with images she had never imagined before. 

She couldn't remember the last time she had received a spanking, but she knew she was young and that, most probably, it was administered by her mother. She did remember how humiliating it always was to be bent over her mother's legs and have her bottom spanked. Her mom never spanked her bare bottom, but a spanking on the panties was humiliating nonetheless and she always vowed to be a "good girl" after the spanking. 

From this, her thoughts ran to a more erotic vein and she began to imagine how he would handle spanking a grown woman. The fact that she was wearing slacks surely meant that he would make her strip to her panties and she gasped at the remembrance that she was wearing thin black panties that came from Victoria's Secret as a part of a panty/bra ensemble. Immediately, the image of her draped across his lap with her bottom turned up raced through her mind. She was mesmerized by the image and shook her head in disbelief as she felt her nipples jutting against the thin bra she wore. 

She knew exactly where the motel he described was and as the first sign for Exit 15 came into view, her heart began to race and unbelieving, she noticed that she still gripped in her hand, around the steering wheel, the money he had given her. 

"Linda," she whispered, "Are you really going to do this?' 

Her answer came when, as Exit 15 appeared, she veered to the right, left the freeway, and drive to the lobby entrance of the motel. 

The check-in process went smoothly. It was after 2:00 PM and the clerk assumed she was a traveling business-woman needing a room for the night. Linda was thankful for this...Three years ago she had had an affair with a co-worker and checking in during mid-day always brought stares, or even worse, knowing grins. Her hands shook as she put the key-card into the lock. She quickly closed the door and closed the curtains in the room. 

The room was a carbon copy of virtually every other motel room in the country...King sized bed, small table with two padded wooden arm chairs, television, lamps, and bathroom...She paced nervously for a minute, then spotted the note pad on the bedside table. Remembering his nstructions she wrote the room number on a sheet of paper and quickly walked outside and put it under the wiper blade on her car...Glancing around the ensure no one had seen her, she quickly stepped back inside the room...She paced...Still not believing that she was in the room...She turned the TV on then off quickly when she remembered that he had told her not to...She was immediately amazed that he seemed to have such a command over her, even when he wasn't there. 

It was so implausible...She was an intelligent, assertive professional woman who had total control over her life just four hours ago...Then suddenly, in the span of less than an hour, she had been reduced to a nervous young girl, sitting, waiting...For a spanking. 

She was jerked from her thoughts by the sound of a car door slamming. Her pulse began to race as she heard footsteps approaching, then pause...He was checking her windshield she accurately guessed. The there were exactly five more steps and then his knock on the door...She jumped up as if shocked by electrical current and quickly opened the door. 

She was surprised to see him standing dressed in jeans and a khaki shirt instead of his business clothes. He was holding a leather case about three feet long, six inches wide and six inches thick. His eyes pierced hers as she looked up at him and she immediately dropped her gaze to the floor...The little girl again. 

"Hi, " he said, "I see you made your decision." 

"Y-yes," she responded, her voice almost a whisper, "I guess I did." 

"Sit down," he stated, motioning to a chair. 

She quickly sat as he took the other chair. He took a minute to look at her then leaned forward. 

"You're sure you want to do this," he stated as he looked into her eyes. 

She raised her eye almost in anger but immediately dropped her gaze to he lap when her glare met his blue eyes. 

"I-I d-don't have much choice, do I?" she stammered. 

"Sure you do," he responded, "You don't have to do this at all. Just walk out, and get me a new rep." 

"T-that's not fair!" she retorted angrily, "This is the first mistake I have made with your account!" 

"Yes, I know" he responded gently, "But we discussed this ahead of time. You've been my rep for years now. You know not to waste my time." 

"Y-yes, but I thought you would like the software. It's our newest product" she pleaded, not realizing how silly this sounded...Again, the little girl. 

"Linda," he smiled "I told you for months that I wasn't interested. You just didn't listen, and you wasted my time." 

She dropped her head and nodded in resignation "Yes, you're right. I didn't listen...But a spanking?" 

"Who said anything about a spanking?" he replied, "I said punishment, not spanking." 

"B-but, isn't spanking a punishment?" she stuttered, confused. 

"It can be," he replied, "But I have more than a spanking in mind for you." 

"W-wha-at?" she stammered, "What do you mean 'more'?" 

"Just get undressed" he stated simply "and we'll get started." 

"Un-undressed?!" she blurted, "You want me nude?" 

"Yes," he replied simply, "Nude." 

"B-but," she stammered wringing her hands as her pulse roared in her ears, "I j-just d-don't understand!" 

"It simple," he laughed as he spoke softly, yet firmly, "You stand up and remove your clothing. When you're done, I'll tell you what to do next." 

"O-oh god!" she stammered a whisper...She knew she had to do what he said. Not because she needed his account so badly, but because she needed to be taken where he was leading her. ...It was her secret...Her perversion...No one knew, until now... And somehow he had figured it out. 

"W-where do y-you want me?" she whispered, still staring at her hands. 

He stood and took her hand, guiding her into a standing position. Then he moved the table and one chair aside leaving a large space. Finally, he sat in the remaining chair and motioned her to a spot about four feet in front of him. 

"Right here will be fine," he said "But before we start I'm giving you one final chance to leave." 

Her head jerked up and her eyes met his. 

"No!" she said sharply, almost as if the thought caused panic, then dropping her eyes, "N-no...I-I'll go through with it." 

"Okay," he said simply, "anytime you're ready." 

Her heart raced as she stood there, about to undress before a man she knew only from a professional point of view. Not sure about where to begin, she kicked her shoes off, and removed her blazer. She paused to look into his eyes, but his even gaze unnerved her and she dropped her eyes to her hands, as the moved to the buttons on her blouse. Again she hesitated, and thinking that she might preserve her dignity a little longer, she moved to unzip her slacks...That way at least her shirttail would cover her a little longer. She was acutely aware of his watching her, yet she put her thumbs in her waist band and began to wiggle her ass slightly as she worked the slacks off her hips. As the material cleared the round protuberance of her ass she slipped them down her legs and lifting first the left, then the right leg, stepped out of her slacks. 

He shifted in his seat as her legs came into view. He realized that until this instant he had never seen her legs and he was pleased at what he saw. She had on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings that clung to her lower thigh and he glimpsed a sliver of black silk between her legs...And his heart began to race...Looking closer he saw the slight bulge created by the thick bush of her pubis...One theory confirmed once more...Thick black hair on the head means thick black hair between the legs...Of course this was a no-brainer...The real test of his theory would be her pussy lips. 

Leaning over she quickly removed her stockings. She wanted to make her motions sexy and erotic, but her nervousness betrayed her and her hands shook as she moved closer to total nudity. Then she straightened and glanced at him again...He was still sitting, looking interestedly, with that same steady gaze. Taking a deep breath, she began to unbutton her blouse and her heart raced as the last button cleared the button-hole and her blouse fell open. She arched her back as she removed the silk garment and hear him gasp as her thinly covered breasts came into view. 

The blood was rushing in her ears and she could see only a veil of pink in front of her eyes as she reached to unhook her bra. She wanted badly to stop, to dress and leave, but she knew instinctively that she was beyond self-control...To her, the only option was to get on with this and hope she made it through. Her fingers fumbled...Then finally she felt the familiar shape of the clasp...Aware that her posture caused her breasts to thrust toward him, she manipulated the clasp apart and then felt the slight sag of her breasts as the bra fell free. 

Her next sensation was the sound of his sharp intake of breath as her nipples came into view...Dark, large pink paps surrounded by broad dark aureolae...Erect and upturned as if needing to be sucked...She paused to look into his eyes and was frightened by the raw sensuality she saw there... 

Viewing her dark nipples, he was sure his theory was going to prove true. Her dark features would surely carry through to her pussy...He anxiously awaited the removal of her panties. 

Fearing that if she paused she would not be able to go on, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties She bent to push them down and then felt them fall as they loosened on her thighs...They puddled at her feet and she, still staring at the floor, stepped out of the leg holes...The she straightened and face him...Nude. 

Before she could settle into a posture, he stood and was looking deep into her eyes said, "Put your hands behind your neck and lace your fingers together." 

Although she wanted badly to cover herself with her hands she wavered only a second before doing as he told her. As she laced her fingers behind her neck she immediately recognized that this posture raised her breasts in such a manner so as to thrust the nipples up and make them most prominent. Still standing in front of her, he noticed that her legs remained tightly clipped together as if to protect what lay between them. 

"You need to move you feet apart" he said simply as he stared into her eyes. 

"Why?" she asked, her eyes pleading with his not to make her expose herself any more. 


The Rep



"Because," he said shrugging his shoulders, "I can't see you pussy." 

Immediately she dropped her gaze to the floor and felt a blush rise up her neck. At that moment she knew that he had no intention of leaving even a shred of her dignity intact. At that realization she slipped her feet apart slightly, hoping to appease him. 

"That won't do" he stated flatly and moving his foot between hers, he forced her to slide her feet almost three feet apart...So much so that she could feel cool air brush the lips of her pussy. She dropped her chin to her chest, looking straight at the floor, but he didn't like her posture. 

"Hold your head up Linda," he admonished, "Tuck you butt in and straighten your shoulders. I want to see those tits stand up and that pussy thrust forward." 

She reluctantly positioned herself as he instructed, tightening her ass cheeks and thrusting her pelvis forward...Straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin. Again she blushed as she saw him staring at her intently, his eyes raking her nude body pausing to examine her erect nipples and then to move down to the darkness of her pubis. He walked around her, taking in the features of her body as if she were a piece of sculpture. 

Her nervousness grew with every passing second and finally she whispered, "W-what are you g-going to d-do to me?" 

"Hush!" he responded softly, "From this point on, no questions...I gave you the opportunity to leave and you decided to stay. I own you for the rest of the afternoon. You will do what I say, when I say it. No more, no less...Understand?" 

Silently, she nodded her head in understanding. 

He paused to stand in front of her, then reached to touch her breasts. She gasped at the sensation of his hands cupping them...Surprisingly, his hands were warm and his caress gentle...Despite her willing otherwise, her nipples erected themselves into hard point as he caressed her...Noticing this visual sign of arousal, he rubbed his thumb over the paps... 

"A-h-h-h-h-n-n-n-n-g-g-g!" she groaned, closing her eyes as he stimulated her nipples. 

He lightly grasped each erect nub between his thumbs and forefingers and began to pinch...Lightly at first, then firmer... 

Her eyes opened in surprise at the sensation...The warm pressure gradually turned to a sensation of heat...Not pain, just heat...He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply and her knees buckled as the sensation rocketed down her spine and into the core of her crotch... 

"A-h-h-h-h...O-oh, g-god, p-please" she pleaded as the pressure increased and her arousal grew. Hers was not a fear of pain, but a fear of losing control...She closed her eyes and attempted to concentrate on something else, but her efforts were futile...She was in fact losing control... 

Just as quickly he released her nipples and she groaned in a combination of relief and disappointment. 

"Just stand here a minute," he stated as he moved away from her. 

He moved to the case he had brought with him and she heard the zipper slide open. There was a rustling of movement and then he walked to the bathroom sink and ran what sounded like a sink-full of water. After a moment he moved back to where she was standing. 

He reached around and placed a chair in front of her, the seat facing her. 

"Bend over and grasp the edge of the seat," he told her. 

"B-but," she stammered the beginning of her protest... 

"S-c-c-r-r-a-a-c-c-k!"...His flattened hand swatted into the left cheek of her ass. 

"Y-e-e-o-o-o-u-u-c-c-h!" she squealed as she tucked her ass in and simultaneously jutted her pelvis out to escape the searing pain of his slap...Her hands flew from behind her neck to rub the spot where a red palm print was instantly visible. 

"I told you Linda...No questions...No comments...I own you...Do you understand?" he said menacingly. 

"Y-yes, I'm s-sorry" she stammered, instantly amazed at her submission to him. 

"Good!" he stated as he grasped her left arm and delivered a matching, scorching slap to the other cheek. 

"W-a-a-a-h-h-h-e-e-e!" she squealed, caught unawares, she danced like a small child receiving a spanking as he held her arm. 

"That was just to reinforce the lesson" he stated, "Now bend over and grasp the chair." 

She scurried to the chair, quickly bent and grasped the edge of the chair and stood bent over with her legs clipped together. 

"Legs apart, Linda," he said stepping toward her. 

She quickly moved to separate her legs to the requisite three feet and knew instinctively that he was staring right into her pussy. 

She flinched as his hands caressed the upturned cheeks of her ass, but she immediately realized that his touch was meant to soothe rather than cause pain. 

"You have to remember Linda" he said as his hands smoothed over her ass and down the flanks of her thighs, "Just remember that if you behave, things will be easier for you...Okay?" 

She nodded her head in understanding, fighting the urge to tell him that he didn't understand how it was for her...To give up all control...To give in and let him take over...She just couldn't... 

Suddenly, his hand stroked between her widespread thighs, stroking down to her left knee, then up to the soft, tender skin at the top, then back down the right side. 

"S-s-s-s-s-a-a-a-h-h!" she groaned again as she felt her arousal begin to grow a second time...In an instinctive motion, she dipped her back and lifted her hips to his stroking, simultaneously hoping and fearing that he would caress her pussy, but he continued the stroking of her inner thighs, his knuckles brushing her pubis, but not touching the lips. 

He paused to gaze at the spectacle of her bent over, ass thrust up, her pussy clearly exposed...He was right...Again, he congratulated himself on yet more evidence that his theories were accurate...Her pussy lips were indeed thick and dark...And tinged with the moisture of her own lubrication from the stimulation he had given her nipples. 

The his hands paused and he moved his finger to the very top of her thigh and grasped the large tendon that was so clearly pronounced as she stood with her legs spread. Slowly he began to alternately massage each tendon, his hands brushing her the now damp lips of her pussy. 

"O-o-o-h-h-h-h, p-p-p-l-e-e-ease!" she exclaimed as her clitoris erected itself to its fullest and protruded from its hood seeking stimulation...But just a suddenly he stopped and his hands were gone. 

"N-n-n-g-g-g-g-h-h!" she whimpered as she stood bucking her hips in need and simultaneously wondering how she could let herself be handled in this manner by this man. 

Again he walked away from her...She tensed and listened, not daring to look as he took another item from his case. 

He walked back to where she was bent over and said "Okay, you can stand up." 

She raised herself into a standing position and stood with her hands by her side. 

She felt him standing close behind her and gasped in sudden surprise as he reached over her head and placed a blindfold over her eyes. 

"Oh!" she whimpered as the blindfold blocked her vision...She reached her hands out to maintain her balance and he took her hand. 

"Here, come with me," he said softly as he pulled her hand. 

She shuffled along clumsily until he stopped, took her shoulders, turned her body, then said, "Step back." 

In two small steps she felt the edge of the bed pressing against her calves and he said, "You can sit down now." 

As soon as she was sitting he pressed her shoulder back and said, "Now just lie back." 

She did as he told her and he then moved her around until she was in the center of the bed her knees at the bottom of the mattress with her calves and feet hanging over the side. 

Again she sensed him moving away and her heart pounded as she heard more rustling about in the case. She battled the impulse to question him and lay still in her own personal darkness. Suddenly, she felt something drop onto the bed and she jumped, startled at the sound. 

"Hey, hey," he said soothingly, "Relax, take it easy." 

"I-it's hard to relax", she said with a pout. 

"Well, you're going to have to" he chuckled, "It will be much easier on you if you just relax and let go." 

"Let go?" she questioned. 

"S-h-h-h-h!" he shushed her, "You'll see." 

"Okay," he said, "Just be still and let me get you situated." 

She tried her best to relax...She felt him sit on the bed and then felt him lean toward her. She jumped slightly as he reached down and grasped her right ankle, lifting her foot until it rested flat on the bed, her knee in the air. 

Then she felt a something brush her knee and realized he was putting what appeared to be a cord around her leg. He looped the cord around her thigh and pushed it as close to the top of her leg as possible before wrapping it twice and tying the knot. Then he took her right hand and tied it in place where the rope looped around her thigh. Finally he pulled her ankle up to the point that it almost touched the cheek of her ass and tied it in to the loop around her thigh as well. Another two minutes and he had done the other side. His positioning of her was not uncomfortable, but she immediately realized that she was tied in a manner that left her tender parts completely vulnerable. 

"Let you legs relax and your knees fall apart," he said, placing his hands on her knees and putting mild pressure to demonstrate what he wanted. 

Blushing furiously, she let her muscles relax and her legs fell apart...The cool air on her pussy told her that he could easily see everything. 

Again, his hands started exploring her body...Stroking the insides of her thighs...Tracing the outline of her pubic hair...Stroking the flanks of her thighs until she began to squirm in arousal... 

There was a pause and then he took both of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing and rolling the paps until she began to thrash and buck in sexual frustration. 

"A-r-r-r-g-g-h-h! P-please!" she cried out as she raised her hips off the mattress hoping he would touch her pussy. 

He then placed his hands around her breasts and greedily sucked each nipple into his mouth, punishing them with suction and a thrashing tongue. 

"W-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-a! N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" she squealed hoping that he would soon touch her and let her cum. 

But it was not to be...Not yet anyway. 

He gradually reduced the sucking of her nipples and reached between her legs. His fingers grazed the slick lips of her pussy and then slipped between them to find the nub of her clit... 

"N-n-n-a-a-r-r-g-g-h-h-h! O-oh, y-y-y-es!" she gritted as he stroked the fleshy erect nub. 

Just as suddenly he stopped...And her groans changed from passion to disappointment. 

"You know," he said as if just realizing it, "You have a lot of hair on that pussy and I can't see what I am doing." 

She tensed at hearing his words. 

"W-what d-do you m-mean?" she stammered, half knowing and totally fearing his answer. 

"Well," he said as if studying the situation, "I am really into seeing what is going on and..." 

Reaching down to tug a wisp of her pubic hair, he continued, " Well, you just have too much hair down here for me to see well. So I think I'll have to take it off." 

"T-take it o-off?" she stammered. 

"Yes, as in shave you," he stated calmly. 

"Oh, no! You c-can't d-do that!" she said, struggling as if to pull free of her bonds. 

"Oh yes I can!" he stated emphatically, watching as she struggled, her breasts rolling from side to side in her effort to escape. 

Finally she fell still, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She had clamped her knees together as if to keep him from between her legs. 

It was obvious that he had anticipated this issue and had planned for it. Again she heard him reach into his case...Straining to hear she recognized the sound of what appeared to be metal on wood...Indeed it was. He had withdrawn from the case a three foot rod of about one inch in diameter. To each end of the rod was attached a heavy metal swivel ring which was in turn attached to a leather strap equipped with a buckle...If she could have seen it she would have recognized that it was designed to be attached to one's ankles or wrists, or in this case, knees, to keep them spread apart. 

He grasped her knees and before she knew it had his torso between them...Despite her struggling he soon had one strap fastened just above her left knee and just as quickly the other on her right. She was now immobilized on her back...Ankles, hands and hips tied in place, knees spread apart so that the tension on her legs caused the large tendons in her thighs to be revealed beneath the tender flesh. 

He didn't hesitate, returning to the case for other necessities. Soon she felt a comb being run through the thick hair on her pussy...He carefully spread her pussy lips and examined the area he wanted to shave...Unlike many women, her pubic patch was fairly neatly defined...The hair, although thick, was quite fine and he knew that shaving her would be very little trouble. He went to the bathroom and returned to the bed with a towel which he spread under her ass to catch the hair as it was removed. 

That done he picked up an electric shaver...It was a Braun and had a heavy-duty sideburn trimmer. He would use this first, then follow-up with a real shave with a razor and shaving cream...His heart beat rapidly and his cock grew rigid as he visualized making her smooth and slick between those beautiful legs. 

He flipped the switch to the razor and she jumped at the sound... 

"Wait! P-please stop!" she cried out as if in a panic. 

He switched the shaver off... 

"Well?' he sighed. 

"P-please...W-what will I t-tell my h-husband?" she whispered. 

"That's your problem" he replied, "You got yourself into this and you agreed that I owned you this afternoon. Now I'm tired of your questions and protests, and I'm growing tired of you childish behavior...You're a grown woman for god's sake. Have you never had to take responsibility for your behavior?" 

She was stung by his comment. She had always considered herself to be a responsible person and his comments cut to the quick...But before she could respond he said, "Do you have anything else to say?" 

She paused and then whispered, "No..." 

With that the shaver began to buzz again and her heart raced as she felt him hold the lips of her pussy apart and begin the process...Soon her pussy hair lay in clumps between the crack of her ass and she was covered only with stubble...The shaving was not without its consequences...The vibration of the shaver and his necessary handling of her pussy combined with her previous arousal had served only to cause her pussy to begin to leak lubrication...Her clit was erect and now easily visible between the full, thick lips of her pussy...He could barely contain himself, only barely resisting the urge to fuck her on the spot...He know however, that if he was patient, she would be his forever. 

He lifted her ass and after pulling the hair-covered towel from under her, walked to the sink where he dumped the towel and rinsed the hair down the drain. He then ran the hot water until it steamed and soaked the towel. 

She was laying listening to this, her heart pounding in a combination of fear, excitement, and dread...In the back of her mind she began trying to formulate something to tell her husband...He had asked her off and on to shave herself...Or better yet, let him do it...But she had steadfastly refused...She tried to remember whether he saw her exit the shower this morning, and tried to remember what time he said he would be getting home this afternoon...Maybe she could get home and in the shower, then pretend she had done it for him...At the same time the noise of water running and other movement intruded..."What is he doing?" she thought of her captor...Other than the two slaps on the ass and his brusque attitude, he had been gentle with her and she tried to convince herself that he wouldn't hurt her... 

Just then she felt him begin to lift her ass and then felt another towel slide under her. The he stepped away and returned with the wet towel in hand... 

"A-h-h-h! W-o-o-o!" she gasped as he placed the hot wet towel over her pussy and pressed it under her ass... 

"This will soften your stubble" he said and then he reached and took her nipples between his finger again...Soon she was writhing in passion, the heat and wetness of the towel combining with the twisting and pinching of her nipples to push her close to the brink of orgasm once again. 

Just as quickly, he released her nipples and walked back to the case...She heard a familiar "W-h-h-I-I-I-s-s-s-h-h" and the scent of shaving cream filled her nostrils. Her heart began pounding as he removed the towel and she gasped in pleasure as he massaged the shaving cream around her pubic area. 

He paused momentarily to look at her tied spread eagle and he noticed her clit, erect and pink, peeping between the soon to be bare lips of her pussy. Without hesitating any longer, he picked up a safety razor and in just a few minutes had her bare as the day she was born...Just as she thought he was finished she heard him move to the case yet again and recognized the sound of rope being tied...What she didn't know was that he was tying rope to the headboard and as soon as he got it tied, he wrapped the other end around the bar between her knees and began pulling her knees toward the headboard...The effect was to lift her ass well off the bed... 

"Y-e-e-e-e-e!" she squealed in surprise and terror as she felt her knees being pulled up as if over her head...W-a-a-a-h-h-h! P-p-please! W-w-h-h-a-a-t?" she babbled. 

"Hush," he admonished after he tied her in position, "I'm just going to finish the job." 

"Wh-h-a-a-a-a-a?" she squalled in surprise as she felt his hand lather around her anus and his fingers hold her ass cheek wide apart. 

"Got to get this hole clean also" he chuckled, and with a few quick strokes the few tiny hairs around her asshole were gone...She blushed furiously at the realization that he had access to her most secret of places. 

She gasped in further surprise when he re-wet the towel and roughly washed the remaining lather off her pussy and ass... 

Again he returned to the sink and this time returned with a bottle of baby oil that had been warming in the sink since he entered the room...He squirted a liberal amount in his palm and the rubbed his hand together...Then he started spreading the lotion all between her wide-spread legs. She gasped at the sensation of his hands on the puffy bare lips of her pussy...A sensation she had never experienced...She couldn't remember not having a mat of hair between her legs...He wasn't rough, but he covered her thoroughly, adding warm oil until she was shiny and it was running between her ass cheeks... 

She was groaning in need as his hands repeatedly slid over her slick pussy and soon it was impossible to tell where the oil ended and her natural lubrication began...Without pausing he spread more oil between her ass cheeks... 

"W-h-h-h-a-a-a-e-e!" she squealed as his fingers repeatedly passed over her winking, exposed anus... 

Slowly his hands began moving in an ever decreasing circle at the center of which was her anus...Soon one finger was circling the brown crinkled opening, the pressure increasing ever so slightly with every revolution... 

"N-n-n-n-g-g-g-g!" she gritted, trying in vain to do something to prevent that oily digit from entering her virgin asshole...Flexing her ass as she tried to wriggle away from the pressure of his finger on her sphincter only made her oily hole "wink" as in invitation and before she knew it he popped his middle finger into her ass and without pause, slid it in to the knuckle. 




The Rep



"W-h-h-h-h-e-e-e-e-o-o-o-o-w-w-w!" she squealed, "Oh-ho-no god p-please!" 

"Hush girl!" he chuckled as he watched her thrash about, wriggling her ass in a panic as he sawed his finger in and out of her, "Think about it. Things bigger than my finger have come out of here...Quit behaving like a six year old!" 

Again his words stung her, causing her to question herself even as he ran his finger deep into her ass...Slowly, her breathing began to accelerate and she recognized that familiar sensation of arousal begin to course through her body. Her nipples, originally shrunken in fear and embarrassment, began to erect themselves...The mild sting from the initial insertion of his finger had changed to something different...Something arousing...As his finger stroked in and out of her ass, she flexed her sphincter and a forbidden sexual thrill crashed from her asshole to her brain and raced back down her spine...She gasped at the thrill that buzzed in her ass... Her clit, just seconds ago withdrawn and nestled in the protection of its hood, began to throb and show its pink nub between her pussy lips...Against her will he had tapped into another source of passion...And she babbled her need and desire as he pumped one, then two oily fingers into her now grasping anus... 

She thrashed in the darkness of her blindfold, fighting to maintain control...Just as she thought that she might have chance to preserve at least a shred of her dignity, he took his other hand, placed it on her lower belly, and began to punish her clit with the pad of his thumb...The effect was as if a jolt of electricity had raced through her body... 

"O-o-o-o-h-h-h-h! O-oh p-please!" she babbled, not knowing what she was babbling... In spite of her bonds, her back was arched off the bed thrusting her pussy toward his hands, seeking the friction on her clit...Almost as if confused she began thrusting alternately up at his thumb on her clit, then trying to push her asshole back onto the oily two fingers in her ass...Her nipples were rigid points of flesh pointing vertically even as her breasts rolled with the thrusting of her body. 

Suddenly, she felt a void and despite the sensations still rocketing throughout her body, she realized that once again he had taken her to the peak of her passions, then left her dangling at the edge of orgasm... 

"Oh, g-g-d...P-please don't l-leave m-me like t-this!" she begged struggling against the ropes, hoping to pull free and satisfy the pounding need in her pussy. 

He stood quietly, watching her desperation, then began to disrobe...Soon standing nude, his erection raging between his legs. 

But instead of getting in the bed, he moved to his case and removed the final two objects in it. One was an 8 ½ inch anatomically correct vibrating dildo. The other was a medium sized butt plug...But with one difference...After the initial conical shaped plug ended in the base, a set of wires about 18 inches long connected the plug to a small control box allowing him to adjust the intensity of the vibrations produced by the plug. 

He placed the plug on the bed and took the dildo in hand. She gasped in pleasure and relief as he stroked the head across her still erect clit and down between the slick gaping lips of her pussy. Slowly, he inserted the head just inside her pussy lips, then with a twist of the base he started the vibrating... 

"W-h-h-h-h-o-o-o-o-o!" she gasped as her hips arched to meet this new invader...Her greedy pussy wanting every buzzing inch inside her. 

Slowly he pushed the vibrating dildo into her until she gasped as the broad base stretched her pussy tight and she was filled...He stroked the device in and out five or six very slow strokes then wanting to avoid her orgasm, he held it deep inside her and reached for the butt plug... 

Interestingly, she didn't resist when he pressed the plug against her oily, winking asshole...Grimacing in a passionate smile she pressed back as the broad plug stretched her anus until the pink showed around the plug and finally it popped past her sphincter and her anus greedily clamped around the narrow neck of the plug... 

Without hesitation he thumbed the control to its fastest speed and she screamed in surprise and pleasure...Again he watch her carefully, speeding up and slowing down the thrusting and vibration so that she was carefully balanced with her orgasm just out of reach... 

She was in an absolute panic to cum...The sheen of sweat covered her body as she thrashed against her bindings, babbling, begging him to let her cum..Once he stopped and gave her water to drink, but she had no idea how long he had been tormenting her. Every fiber of her being begged for orgasm, but he kept her balanced just at the point, but not quite there... 

Then unbelievably, he stopped and removed the dildo and butt plug from the dripping, throbbing openings of her ass and pussy. She collapsed in despair, sobs of need wracking her body... 

"I think you're ready," he stated simply as he bent to untie her limbs...He gently massaged her wrists, ankles and thighs...Occasionally tweaking her nipples or rasping his thumb over her clit to keep her in a fever pitch...Her sobs turned to groans of pleasure and whimpers of need...Finally, he removed the blindfold. 

She gasps as she see his raging hardon...The head purple and distended, shining like a fresh peeled onion, his balls swinging beneath his rigid penis... 

He sits in the armchair and motions for her to come to him. 

She scrambles to her feet and stands, nipples erect, clit and ass throbbing, looking down at him. 

He leans back in the chair and taking one hand lifts his erect penis until it is standing straight up... 

"You're going to fuck yourself in the ass with this..." he says in a matter of fact tone. 

Her eyes cloud with doubt. 

"Or I tie you back up and you spend another hour with that plug in you ass." He completes his sentence. 

Taking a deep breath she whispers, "Okay, but please don't hurt me." 

"Come here," he commands "Straddle your legs over the chair and put me inside you." 

She quickly moves to one side of the chair and lifts one leg over as if getting on a bicycle. The chair is so wide that when her knees are over the arms pieces they are spread to the point that the large tendons stand out at the juncture of her thighs...She grasps his shoulders and lifts herself...Then the head of his penis is at her back door. 

"O-oh y-yes, p-please" she groans at the contact forgetting her fear. 

"Go slow" he commands between gasps of pleasure as she slowly, oh so very slowly slides down on him. 

"U-u-n-n-n-g-g-h! O-oh, p-please, oh god!" she breaths as he fills her and she settles into his lap. 

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her to him, holding her still, stroking her, letting her settle, letting her breathe, feeling the sensation of the warmth of her breath on his neck. The he turns and their lips meet, tongues thrash, and he feels her orgasm begin... 

"Oh, yes. Oh, g-god y-y-y-e-e-s-s-s!" she moans into his mouth. 

And he holds her as she enters that wonderful world... 

Gradually, her orgasms subsides, yet he continues to cradle her in his arms, stroking her back and hips until her breathing settles...The he shifts and flexes his hips, thrusting up into her, grinding the base of his penis into her ass and rubbing his thumb over her clit... 

"U-n-n-n-u-u-g-h!" she groans as she sits up, her eyes staring into his in surprise. 

She could easily cum again, yet he doesn't make the movement that will bring her to her crisis... 

Slowly he strokes her face, neck and shoulders, calming yet exciting her simultaneously...She is a gentle soul and although he is clearly dominant, he has no desire to hurt her...Her need is to be taken care of... 

Again his fingers find her nipples and begin their insistent stroking and pinching... 

"A-h-h-h-h, y-y-yes!" she whispers as the sensations rocket through her body. 

She closes he eyes and throws her head back in ecstasy and her second orgasm crashes through her body...She grinds her ass down onto his pelvis again and again, trying to get him deeper inside her. 

"P-please," she gasps as the tremors in her body subside, "I need for you to fuck me...I want you moving inside me!" 

The pleading in her eyes pierces his heart...He so wants her to be happy, to have what she wants...Yet, he shakes his head side to side... 

"Not yet..." he says "You're not ready yet..." 

"B-but I a-am r-rea...A-h-h-h-h, my god!" she stammers as her sentence in interrupted by another flex of his sphincter and thrust of his hips...Stretching the pout of her anus tight around the base of his penis, his thumb again punishing her clit...At the same time the fingers of his other hand lightly twist her nipples and she falls into his arms thrashing in another orgasm...This one lasts for what seems like forever...She has trouble catching her breath and is afraid to move when he thrusts again and sends her over the edge a fourth time... 

"P-please..." she pleads in a whisper, her lips barely moving on his shoulder. 

She feels him shift, and then stand and grasp her ass with his hands and she wraps her legs around his back as he walks to the bed, still inside her...Each footstep causes a jolt that jounces her anus against the base of his penis...She is about to cum again when he bends and lowers her to the bed...Without leaving her he gets on his hands and knees and with he legs locked around him, he moves until she is centered in the bed...Each movement has caused her to gasp in pleasure and she is again on the verge of cumming... 

He raises up on his hands and knees and pulls her legs around so that he holds them in to crook of his arms...Then the thrusting begins...It is slow, yet incessant, never pausing, he pushes into her to the root of his penis then pulls out until only the head remains inside her...Looking down he can see her anus clinging to his cock like an infants mouth as if to suck it deep inside her again...On the fifth stroke she is cumming again, yet this time he doesn't stop stroking...Soon she crying out in a combination of lust and need for respite...His strokes slow, then stop...He is in her to the hilt, his balls resting on her upturned ass... 

"Want to finish on your knees?" he asked with a grin, already knowing the answer... 

Still panting from her orgasms, she can only nod her head...She groans in disappointment as he withdraws from her, but scrambles onto her hands and knees... 

He knee-walks between her legs and presses her shoulders until she lowers them to the bed...He taps her knees and she spreads them apart and then he pauses to look at her...Her hair spread over her shoulders, her breasts pressed into the sheets, her thighs spread and the tendons stretched between them, the pink slit of her pussy and her ass wide spread, her anus winking in need, vulnerable, waiting...She is panting in need... 

He leans forward and the turgid head of his penis presses into her ass once again...Already stretched, she accommodates him easily and he slides easily into her until she is filled...She knows what is coming...Slowly he draws his penis out, pauses and then... 

"O-o-o-h-h-h-h g-g-o-o-o-o-d!" she cries as his hips crash into her ass, his balls slapping her gaping pussy at the force of the stroke. 

Her hands scrabble across the covers and finally gather the sheets into fists clenched in the absolute panic and loss of control of her orgasm...he continues fucking into her ass until she is lost in sensation, babbling in passion, her eyes open but seeing nothing, her mouth making sounds but saying nothing...Then she feels the change in tempo and hears him gasp in recognition of his impending orgasm...His pace quickens and she calls his name, desperate to have him cum in her...Then he is there...One final crashing stroke into her and he hold her ass tightly to his pelvis as he spurts over and over...She is up on he hands and knees again, pushing back against him, wanting every inch of him inside her and sobbing in passion... 

And he knows she is his from now on...



The Repair



"I cannot believe that I'm stuck in this stupid country ass town." Storm thought to herself as she watched the cab drive slowly down the dirt road. She had been asked by her parents to go and take care of her sick aunt. Now, don't get her wrong she loved her family but to be in the hot country for two and a half months right before she started college was something that she just did not want to do. All her friends were off traveling and spending time with boyfriends and girlfriends, having fun, partying, hooking up, living life and she was doing none of that. 

After a pause of a few minutes she picked up her bags and turned to walk into her aunt's home.

Her aunt had taken a turn for the better, at first there was nurses taking care of her but since she was getting well, the nurses had gone and Storm was there to help out. Most of the time her aunt slept which was good for the young girl because that gave her time to clean the house and tidy up things. A few weeks in the house and she was doing fine no problem but there was one thing she did really hate about being in the country, the heat. And it could be excruciating at times. She had underestimated how hot it would be and mostly packed jeans and t shirts. Being from the city where it was cooler than hotter most days was when those jeans came in handy. 

Today was no exception, it had to have been around 95 degrees outside and inside the house wasn't any better, the air condition had broken a few days before and even though she tried to fix it, she couldn't. Later that day, going to check on her aunt to make sure she was okay, Storm noticed the sweat on her forehead as she slept, which couldn't be good for her condition, decided it was time to call someone to fix their problem. Walking through the house, she rumbled through the drawers and came upon what she was looking for, a business card for a repair garage that also dealt with household issues. "I hope this place is still open." She said out loud, noticing the card looked to be a bit old. The line rung and rung after she dialed the number, after about the 5th ring someone answered.

"Bateman Repair, how may we help you?" a lady said though the phone.

"Yes, hi, I was wondering if you guys repaired air conditioners at people's homes?"

"Yes ma'am, we do."

"Great, because I'm in serious need of a repair man. I need someone here, like immediately."

The lady chuckled at the girl on the other end, noticing she wasn't from around here by the way she spoke.

"Of course ma'am, can you give me the address and we'll send someone there as soon."

Storm gave the address, thanked the lady and hung up.

Swearing the temperature had risen more and more, the man had yet to show up. She was getting a little frustrated and the heat was making it worse. 

Grabbing some ice cubes from the freezer she rubbed them along her neck, her long black hair tied up in a messy bun, the ice making her mocha colored skin shine with wetness. It was cold but felt so good. Dragging the ice underneath her t shirt that came to her thick thighs, felt nice as she started to go lower to just above her panties that covered her ass just enough. She wondered how the ice would feel if she went a bit lower, she had been neglecting herself for long enough and could use the release.

Leaning up against the fridge she moaned quietly as the ice slide into the top of her panties, down lower to just above her little button that was aching to be touched. She felt the water drip down her thigh, her skin felt like it was on fire. Just as she was getting closer to her favorite part she heard the doorbell ring.

"Figures." She grumbled to herself, as she popped the ice in her mouth and walked to answer the door.

Crunching the ice as she walked she felt the dampness in between her thighs but didn't really care. Swallowing the last piece, she opened the door.

She saw his eyes widen a bit and look her up and down but quickly adjust to her face before giving her a small smile.

"Hi, uh someone call for a repairman?" He said.

"Yeah I did, about two hours ago."

"I'm sorry ma'am, I just got on and got the call not too long ago."

"Everyone around here sure does say ma'am a lot." She thought to herself.

"Okay well, come in."

She stepped aside and let the man in, as he walked past she could smell the Irish Spring on him, a scent that she quite enjoyed.

She led him to the vent for the air was and let him go about his business. She walked into the kitchen and began to prepare lunch.

About half an hour later she was interrupted by the man.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" He said behind her.

She swirled around quickly.

"No, no, no, no. You all are gonna have to stop calling me ma'am. I'm not old enough to be called that."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to say that I fixed the wiring in the vent. The AC should be working now."

A smile spread across her lips. She wanted to jump for joy. She walked with him to the thermostat, and adjusted it. They waited a minute or two before hearing the air turn on. Not only was it on but it was blower harder than before. This time she actually did jump for joy.

"Oh thank you so much! You're a godsend, I swear."

He chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I'm always a little forward." She said

"That's okay." He said with a smile and his hand held out for a handshake.

She smiled back but instead of a handshake she went in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was a little short, 5'3 compared to his 5'11. As she did she felt her shirt rise and the cool air on her covered bottom.

He was surprised but hugged her back wrapping his arms around her waist.

He chuckled again as he breathed in her scent, she smelled like cocoa butter. It made his mouth water.

She let go and walked to the stove.

"Are you hungry? I made grilled cheese and tomato soup."

His stomach growled at the smell and his mouth watered even more.

"Yes, please!"

As he ate, she went upstairs feed her aunt. She ate just about everything on her plate, and fell back asleep, which Storm was happy to see. She was glad to see her aunt getting stronger, and knew her being so tired was because of her medication but she was happy to see her improving. 

Going back downstairs she turned into the kitchen to see him washing his dishes.

"Oh you didn't have to do that. You've done enough as it is, you must be tired."

"Well it was the least I could do. And don't worry, I'm not tired at all."

She smiled at his words and walked to the sink to wash the dishes in her hand.

He watched her as she stood there. Smiling to himself as his eyes roamed her body, the shirt she had on clung tightly to her body, outlining her breast and her ass. Strains of hair fell around her face and neck, her skin looked good enough to eat, like a piece of milk chocolate. She hummed lightly to herself, not noticing him looking at her. 

He continued to watch her for a few more minutes, his cock straining inside his jeans so hard he thought it might rip through. She was so beautiful, he had to have her. The way she had him hard by doing absolutely nothing was crazy to him, he loved the effect she had on him and now he need to show her what she did.

He stepped behind her and gently put his arms around her waist and pulled him to her. Her ass resting right on his hard on. She was a little shocked but moaned lightly when she felt him. He pulled her more into him so she could feel what she had done. He needed her to know. She groaned as he pushed her into the sink, his teeth sinking into her neck, biting hard. She gasped, she loved to be bit, she could feel how hard he was, how much he needed to be released. 

"See what you do to me?" He whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

"Yes." She hissed, as he grabbed a tit in each hand, squeezing her delightfully. 

"God, you're such a fucking tease, I swear you are. You thought this shirt was gonna hide you from me?" He chuckled.

"Think again."

He spun her around and ripped the shirt off her so quickly and roughly she thought she might collapse. 

There she was standing in a bra that barely contained her DDD breasts and panties that were so snug he thought that he might explode from looking at her. 

"Fuck." He whispered.

His eyes felt a little uneasy on her and she bowed her head at the thought that she might not look good to him. 

As if he read her mind, he lifted her face to his and simply said, "You are so beautiful, never doubt yourself."

She shook her head yes and he smiled at her and pulled her to him. 

His lips felt soft against hers. Something about her being half naked and him being fully clothed was exciting to them both as they kissed. Him sucking in her bottom lip and her running her fingers through his soft dark hair was so sensual. Every touch to her body made her wetter and wetter. Her panties were soaked and the smell of her arousal was lingering in the air around them. Breathing in as much as he could in between kisses, her scent was making his cock go crazy. 

He couldn't stand it anymore, he gently pushed her on her knees. kissing her forehead as she bent down and undid his belt. She stared up at him with her big brown eyes and her beautiful smile as she pulled down his jeans and slowly slid his boxers down. With that out popped his cock, looking so mouthwatering to her she couldn't wait to run her tongue all over it. She wanted to go slow. She planted wet kisses all over his shaft, licking him up and down slowly, tasting every inch of him. He groaned above her as she took him deeper and deeper into her wet mouth. She jerked him as she moved her head up and down, making him as wet as possible as he moved in and out of her mouth, moving her hair away so he could see her pretty face. His dick was dripping with her spit within minutes and he knew that if she didn't stop that he would blow into her sweet little mouth. 

He pulled her up and away from his cock, laying her back onto the table, kissing her lips. He trailed his mouth over her body, unhooking her bra, sucking on her chocolate kiss nipples that made her moan deeply, leaving a trail of wetness on her skin. She moaned and squirmed beneath him as his tongue dipped into her belly button. He was just above her panty line, where the ice had been not long ago. He grabbed her panties in his teeth and pulled them off her body, as she watched him. Once they reached her ankles, he grabbed them off her and tossed them onto the floor behind him. 

He stared down at her as he took in how good she looked on that table, like she was a meal to be feasted on by him. 

He kissed the inside of her thighs and nipped at them like a little puppy which made her giggle. He finally reached the top, looking at her pussy and seeing how dripping wet she was. He pulled her lips apart, blowing gently on her hot box and seeing her little button that was begging to be touched. He knew it was time for a taste.

With her lips still spread apart he licked her deep and hard as if he was licking icing off a cupcake. She moaned and squirmed above him as he worked his tongue inside of her tight hole. She groaned and gasped as he went deep, using every part of his mouth. His lips, his teeth, his tongue, working hard to make her cum. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled her closer to him as she felt her climax approaching. She moaned deeply as she couldn't speak. He could tell she was gonna cum soon so he slid a finger inside her, feeling how tight and wet she really was as she came hard and came long. Her hips leaving the table as she thrashed around he had to hold her to his mouth so he could drink all the cum that she was leaking, he wanted to taste every last bit of her. 

She finally pushed him off her as she couldn't take anymore only to have him push his thick long cock inside her tight pussy. 

Her eyes grew wide as she stared up at him and he smiled down at her. She was feeling pain but they both knew that would subside quickly. He kissed her deeply letting her taste herself on his mouth. She groaned as he thrust inside her. She looked into his brown eyes and he started to go faster and harder and she held on to him for life. She was squeezing his cock so tight and he was opening her up. The two were in another world. The room was filled with their moans and groans. Her nails digging into his back as he gave it all to her. She had lost count of how many times she had came since he'd been inside her. Just as she was about to cum again she looked down and saw the beautiful contrast of his white cock going inside her black pussy. She loved every single second of it.

He pulled out of her and turned her over so she was on her hands and knees. He lined his cock up with her entrance and pushed back in. He loved hearing the sound her ass made as he smacked it. He reached up and pulled her hair out of its restraint and watched as it cascaded down her back as she bounced off his cock. He gathered her hair in a tight fist and pulled her back to him, reached around and started to rub her clit, hard and fast. It was so sensitive he knew she wouldn't last long. 

She began to see stars and tried to push him away but he held onto her tight. She screamed as she came, her pussy not being able to take anymore. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt him bite her once again. He couldn't hold off any longer and exploded inside of her. Draining everything he had, giving it all to her. She shuttered as she felt him empty inside her, he pushed inside her as much as he could wanting to get it all inside her, not wasting a drop. 

It took them awhile before they both came back down. He pulled out of her gently. Not a drop came out, he knew he had gotten it deep enough. She turned over and smiled at him weakly.

"I hoped I'd see you again, Dillon."

He chuckled.

"Now, Storm, how could I ever stay away from you?"



The Repair Men



"Lisa, do you have any clue where my grey suit coat might be?"

"Yes Troy, the same place as the rest of your suits are kept."

"Well, I am not seeing it and I am running late for work. Come up here and find it for me, please."

"Honey, I don't see it either. I must have forgot to get it at the cleaners this week. I am sorry, how about your black suit for the day. Black has always looked good on you ya know."

"You know being that you have been nothing but a stay at home mom for the last eighteen years, I would think you would be getting things right by now. And please don't forget to call a repair man to check out the leaks in our ceiling upstairs." "Can you at least handle that for me?"

"Yes dear I think I think I can manage. Have a good day!

Now our marriage has not always been this way. In the beginning Troy and I were very much in love with each other. We had met while I was completing law school at UCLA. I was doing my internship at the firm Troy was working for. I began noticing him my first day on the job. He was of medium height with a lean muscular build. He also had a full head of nicely groomed dark hair and a thick stubble to match that covered his masculine jaw line. I also took notice in how well dressed he was, always wearing the nicest suits that money could buy. And his eyes, a very deep dark brown that seemed to cut deep into me every time he would look my way.

I could tell by the way Troy would command a room that he was one of the more successful attorneys in the building. He was also very charming at the time and soon him and I would be accompanying each other almost daily during lunch. These days at lunch Troy struck me as a very intimidating man which was a turn on of mine. Our relationship quickly turned into something more than professional and we were taking very extravagant dates to the best restaurants the city had to offer. Troy really knew how to sweep a woman off her feet.

After a year and a half of dating Troy asked for me to marry him and of course I said yes. My first thought was, how could a woman like me get so lucky to spend a lifetime with such an amazing man. See, I wasn't unattractive by any stretch of the imagination and I suppose I would have been considered a bit of a catch to any man due to my education and my inevitable success. At the time I was considered to be of near perfect height standing at a very slim 5'7" with long legs. In my younger days I had an hourglass shape with a very nicely shaped ass and as you move up you would notice a nice set of perky 36C tits that would catch the attention of many men. I was a tan woman with long brunette hair and seductive dark blue eyes. Even with this beauty I still for some reason felt unworthy of a man like Troy.

It wasn't long after marriage before we began having children and we lived in a large home just outside of LA. After having three wonderful children, I decided to put my career on hold and focus on raising our kids. This is when things began to change between Troy and I. 

Ever since I had quit my job as a civil attorney Troy had became very distant and verbally abusive towards me. As he climbed the executive ladder at his firm it seemed as if he viewed himself in much higher regards than me and he seemed to look down upon me daily. Around my house I felt as if I had to walk on eggshells and make sure all of my duties were completed the way he expected them to be done.

Fast forward eighteen years and with our kids now moved out of the house things seem to have gotten much worse than ever before. Maybe he no longer finds me useful to him now that the kids have moved on, so I myself have really quit caring what he thinks and have started to care more for my own happiness.

Now that Troy was off to work I thumbed through the phone book to find the nearest contractor to inpect the leaks in our home. When I called I was surprised to find that they would be over in the afternoon. They really must have been struggling to find work. I spent the rest of the day getting the house in order because after all I would want to embarrass my husband when they get here for the inspection.

After my afternoon jog I rushed into the shower hoping to beat the repairmen who would soon be arriving. I always try to look my best around others not only for my husbands sake but also for my own ego. After all a woman of my age can still enjoy a bit of attention from time to time. I may be well into my forties but I still have much of the same body that I had in my twenties. Sure there are some signs of aging but I still feel like a sexy woman and still have a way of drawing the attention of much younger men. With my neglectful and now overweight husband not giving me the attention I need I now have learned to enjoy the sexual fulfillment of nothing more than the wandering eyes of other men. Some of my hottest solo sessions have been completed just by imaging the looks I would receive walking the streets on some of my shopping excursions downtown.

My minds focus soon turned to the repairman that would soon be arriving at my home as I gently shoved the shower head between my legs. I imagined a tall muscular man arriving at my door soon. This man would surely be nicely tanned due to all of the outside work he does on a daily basis. I also imagined the sweet smell of his sweaty body from all of the long hard days he puts in. As I began to dream of dropping to my knees in front of this beautiful man I heard the doorbell ring.

I quickly rushed out of the shower and threw a robe around my body not having time to dry myself off. As I rushed down the stairs I then heard a loud knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled toward the door. As the door began to open I quickly realized that the man at the door would surely be able to see my exposed and well shaved pussy as well as my bare ass up my bathrobe so I rushed even quicker down the stairs before he could get a peak.

The door was now open and it was three men who slowly stepped into my entryway. Now as I said, in the shower I had imagined a well tanned man at my door but this was much more than I had imagined. In my door stood three extremely well built black men. All three of them were tall and dark as coal. They all wore the same work boots with jeans and white wife beater shirts that showed off there abnormally large arms and muscular shoulders.

"Hello mam I am Deion the head contractor, and these are my laborers Devon and Leon." "What seems to be the problem today?"

"Well my ceiling upstairs is beginning to have multiple leaks and we have had buckets underneath them for a few days now and they seem to be getting worse." As I talked I noticed that Devon and Leon who were standing behind Deion began fixing there eyes on my tits. I glanced down only to notice that my hard nipples and bare breasts began to show through the white silk robe I was wearing. Not toweling off after my shower obviously wasn't helping the cause.

"Well do you mind showing us the way and we will try to find out what is going on."

As I began to walk up the stairs I made sure to push my ass outwards just enough for the three of them to get a look up my robe at my bare ass and bald slit from behind. About halfway up the stairs I heard one of them whisper, "You seeing what I see right now man?" "Sure do, we here on business or pleasure right now?" Soon I heard a silent chuckle followed by Deion whispering to them "Have some respect you stupid ass niggas." The chuckles then turned to silence.

As Deion looked at the spots that were leaking he asked Devon and Leon to go outside to take a look at the roof and away they went. "Deion, I overheard you on the steps and just so you know there are not many men like you who know how to show a lady some respect."

"Thank you mam, I guess my momma raised me right. Devon and Leon are good guys. But boys will be boys I suppose."

"Please just call me Lisa, I am not dead yet Deion."

"Yes Lisa you are still very much alive. I am sorry if I have offended you."

"That's ok, please excuse me while I change into something a little more appropriate."

"What you have on works just fine for me," said Deion with a mischievous grin.

"I'm sure it does, but I am sure it wouldn't fly with my husband who will be arriving soon. Sometimes I swear he would much rather keep me hidden at home 24/7 ."

"Well I can understand why Lisa, you are obviously a very gorgeous woman and your husband is just trying to protect you."

"No Deion you don't get it, a girl like me hasn't been allowed to have any fun in years." Just then I turned towards my dresser and let my bathrobe fall to my feet exposing my naked backside. I could see in the mirror as deion's eyes were fixated on my ass. A noticeable bulge began to form in his jeans as his black cock began to harden.

"Would you like me to step out for a moment." Deion said.

"Why," I responded, "am I making you uncomfortable?"

" Absolutely not, I just thought maybe you would like some privacy."

I then turned toward the dresser and slipped into my thong bikini. "If you will excuse me I am going to lay out by the pool. Just come and get me when you have an estimate in mind."

As I began to lay out on my lawn chair I noticed that the two men on the roof had taken off there shirts. Leon was probably 6'2" with a very broad build with chiseled 6 pack abs and very wide shoulders. Devon was probably around 6'5" with a very lean build and he also had a set of abs that could drive a woman wild. Both of them had very noticeably large hands and I could not get over the way the sun glistened off of their sweaty bodies as they worked on the roof. I then noticed a wet spot beginning to form on the crotch of my bikini bottoms as I slipped my hand down between my thighs and began rubbing my clit in a slow circular motion. As I began to pick up the pace I heard the back door slide open and looked over my shoulder to see Troy and Deion walking my way. I quickly put a stop to what I was doing and went back to my sunbathing.

Leon and Devon began to make their way down the ladder. When Troy got next to me he turned to Deion, "please excuse my wife she seems to have forgotten how to dress when we have guests," he said as he threw my towel over me. "So what's the damage fellas."

"Well sir the leaking starts at the roof and continues through you attic into the house. We noticed multiple spots with a good amount of rot in them. Judging by the damage we see, we would recommend a full roof replacement."

"What are we looking at for price," said Troy.

"Well judging by the size of your house and the time needed to complete it you are looking in the area of forty to fifty thousand to complete it."

"Yeah, you can take that estimate back to your hood and shove it up your ass. Lisa, please show them the door."

As I walked the three men to the door I turned to them, "I apologize for my husband, he can be quite the bigot lately. Please come back in a half hour and we will see what we can work out. The job is yours if you will please come back."

" Yes Lisa, we will see you soon," said Deion.

When I returned to the house I asked Troy to sit down and told him I was sorry for the way I was dressed by the pool. "I have a treat for you, so just sit here and relax." I then went to the shed and got some rope and duck tape. I then bound troy's ankles and wrists to the chair and then slowly slipped off his tie to use it as a blindfold. I then dropped his pants to his feet and began to slowly lick the tip of his little cock. "Do you want me to suck your cock baby?"

"Yes, it has been way to long."

I then shoved his cock all the way into my mouth. I had no trouble doing this since Troy's dick was so thin and of average length. I spent the next five minutes or so sucking off my husband and just as he was about to come the doorbell rang. Quickly I slipped the duck tape over his mouth and ran to the door.

When I got to the door and opened it there stood Deion, Devon, and Leon. "Come in boys I have a surprise for you." "Please excuse my husbands racial comments earlier, I just don't know what has gotten into him."

As the four of us turned into the living room Deion noticed Troy sitting in the corner with his blindfold on and his limp dick hanging out. "Lisa, what the fuck is going on here?", he whispered to me.

"Do you want the job or not?" "now is your chance to get back at my husband for the way he treated you earlier." "Now I need the three of you to get into the middle of the room."

I then made my way over to Troy and pulled the tie off of his eyes. When he saw the three of them he turned to me, "What the he'll is your dumbass up to now Lisa?"

"Troy, now be a good boy and apologize to them for the way you treated them earlier."

"Fuck off, all four of you can fuck off."

"OK honey have it your way then." I then made my way toward the three black men I had been touching myself over earlier and stripped down to nothing but the heels I was wearing. I then dropped to my knees and began rubbing their noticeable bulges through their jeans. As their cocks began to grow in length and thickness I began to unbutton deion's jeans. As I pulled his briefs off of his waist his long hard cock sprung forward and nearly hit me in the face. I was shocked when i noticed to pure size of his dick. It had to be 9" long and as thick as my wrist.

I began to slowly move my tongue around the head of his cock and slowly lick him from his balls to the tip of his now completely hard cock. Leon and Devon then began to strip off their clothes and as I turned toward Devon his cock also jumped forward out of his pants. His wasn't as thick but was longer than the first one. He also had a beautiful black cock. As Leon slowly pulled his pants off, his cock seemed to just keep getting longer and longer. By the time his sprang out I bet it was at least 12" long and nearly as thick as a pop can.

For the next ten minutes I alternated between their cocks. I always had two in my hands and the other shoving in and out of my little white whore mouth as far as they could go. I had never tried deep throating before but it wasn't long before I was getting their long dicks all the way down my throat. All of this facefucking was causing me to gag over and over and my eyes were watering with every thrust.

Leon and devon then each grabbed one of my legs and hoisted my naked body into the air. Deion then got on his knees and buried his head between my legs. I could feel his soft lips sucking on my as his tongue flicked my throbbing clit over and over. As they held me there I could feel the mixture of saliva and my own juices dripping down my ass crack and making my asshole wet. Deion then slipped two fingers into my soaking wet cunt and rubbed my now swollen g spot while his tongue continued massaging my clit. Just as I was about to come he stopped and moved his tongue down to my asshole. I have never had analingus before but it was one of the most incredible feelings I have ever had.

The two men holding me there leaned forward and began sucking on my now hard nipples and squeezing hard around my ass cheeks as Deion continued eating me out. As his tongue moved back to my pussy I soon had my first orgasm before the boys let me down. Looking over at Troy I could see he was trying his hardest to bust free of his restraints. He just couldn't stand the thought of what was about to happen.

The fellas then let me suck their cocks again to give me time to come down from my first orgasm. So again on my knees I alternated between having a black cock buried deep in my throat and the two in my hands again.

Soon I was picked up and laid across the sofa with my head hanging upside down of the edge of the arm rest. Devon took the first turn inside me as he slowly pushed his cock into my teased cunt and buried it deep inside of me. At first this was painful as I have never had a big cock in my life, but before I knew it he was balls deep inside of me with his big balls pressed against my asshole. With my head still hanging off of the armrest upside down, Deion slowly began fucking my mouth, every thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper. As both of the men picked up the pace I found that deion's cock was all the way den my throat. The sensation of being choked along with Devon now fucking me as fast as he could and as deep as my cunt would allow sent me into my second orgasm. Soon I felt devon's body tense up as he real eased his black seed into my fucked pussy. The load was so big it immediately began to drip out onto the floor.

As Devon left the room Leon stepped over me and shoved his 12" cock into my mouth as Deion took his turn near my pussy. I couldn't get leon's cock all the way in but I was able to get more than halfway down it. The two of them then flipped me over and as Deion fucked me from behind, his balls slapping my clit with every thrust my pussy began to squirt and I squirmed my way through my most powerful orgasm I had ever had.

Leon then stood me up and hoisted me into the air with his muscular arms hooked under my thighs. I reached down and grabbed his cock as he buried it deep into my wet hole. As he began fucking me slowly he slipped my tit into his mouth and sucked on it until I felt Deion step behind me and shove two fingers into my wet asshole. I had never had anal before, but I was as ready now as I would ever be. I knew it would just kill troy if I allowed these black men to fuck my virgin little white ass. He has begged for years with no luck. Now was my real chance to get my revenge for the years of emotional abuse I have endured.

"Come on Deion, bury that black cock into my fucking ass." "Show Troy how you do it in the hood baby."

Deion then buried his black dick into me while Leon continued roughly fucking my pussy and still sucking on my hardened nipples. I didn't take long for me to begin coming all over both of their cocks once again squirting with every thrust. My whole body just kept trembling and Cumming as they continued fucking both of my holes. 

Soon they both pulled out and forced me back to my knees as they came at the same time all over my face and my tits. As I rubbed their cum into my tits I then heard the doorbell ring and Devon walked over to open it. I then saw three more well built black men step into the room and strip down before my eyes. Devon must have called them over when he left the room. Their three big cocks sprang out simultaneously and I thought to myself it is definitely true what they say about black men. These three men then grabbed me and bent me over my hubbies lap and took turns fucking my mouth and pussy.

I must have came four or five more times as they fucked me in troy's lap and soon the three of them had taken turs blowing there big loads into me from behind.

I then instructed the to grab troy's chair and lay him on his back. I then squatted over my husbands face and make him eat my cum soaked pussy. As he ate me out I told Deion to go get my check book off of the nightstand. He came down and handed it to me and I filled the men out a check for sixty thousand dollars. Fifty for the roof and ten for then service they provided me. After Troy signed it the six men went on their way. As I continued pushing cum into troy's mouth his small dick began to harden as I came one last time.

"now troy you are going to have to learn how people are to be treated especially blacks who are far superior to your love making skills."

"mhhmm!" he replied.

"Now you are going to spend the night here with there cum all over your face and think about how you have treated me over the years. Goodnight baby!"



The Repair Shop



Joe's Cyborg Repair was a busy place on a Monday morning. The customer waited in the lobby, awkwardly holding a shoe box on his lap, positive that the other men waiting were staring at him. 

"Everyone else is just here for minor repairs or tune-ups, no doubt," the customer thought to himself glumly. 

The receptionist had warned him that he'd have to wait for quite a while to see the mechanic. She was right. It was nearly noon before someone missed an appointment and opened a place on the mechanic's schedule for him.

"Mr. Johnson?"

"Yes," the customer replied hurriedly, standing up and trotting obediently after the receptionist. She led him to the garage.

"Wait here. The mechanic will be right with you."

"Thank you," he replied.

At least the wait for the mechanic was short, as the customer hardly had a chance to read any of the posters before the mechanic himself arrived, sweeping into the room with a smile as white as his meticulous uniform.

"Mr. Johnson! Sorry about the wait, but Monday is our busiest day, you know."

"That's all right, doctor. I know you are awfully busy today. I'm glad you found a way to fit me in," he replied.

"So, the nurse tells me you suffered a catastrophic failure . . ." the mechanic said, now studying the chart as he spoke. "Complete separation?"

"Yes, sir," the customer replied nervously.

"Well, that's no good, is it?" the mechanic noted with good humor, trying to put the man at ease. "We'll get you right as rain, Mr. Johnson. I assume that's it there in the shoe-box?"

The customer handed the box over to the mechanic, who opened it and discovered that Mr. Johnson had wrapped his penis in a towel. He deftly removed the cock from the towel and placed it on the sterile work table.

"Wow. It really did come right off. And the testicles are still firmly attached?"

"Yes, sir. At least I think they are firmly attached still."

"So it wasn't a ball joint failure. That's usually what it is when they fall off completely; a bad ball joint. But still, we'll check the testicles to make sure before we send you out of here."

The customer watched nervously as the mechanic examined the penis.

"What's the make and model again, Mr. Johnson."

"It's just an '92 Ford Caucasian, six inches with a wide body enhancement."

"Standard or automatic?"

"Standard."

"Mmm-hmm . . ." the mechanic murmured. "Let's check the odometer."

The customer winced as the mechanic took a scalpel and made an incision near the head of the penis. "I didn't even know it had an odometer," he ventured.

"Oh yes, standard equipment," the mechanic replied. He checked the odometer reading carefully. "Alrighty, you've logged 320 miles since you had this penis installed."

"Is that a lot?"

"It depends. I've got to ask you some personal questions now, Mr Johnson."

"Okay."

"Are you heterosexual?"

"Yes, but does that really matter?"

"Oh, goodness gracious yes! Now if all the miles you are logging are vagina miles that may be what's happening. The vagina is incredibly tough. Ass miles are nothing compared to it. In all my years I've never seen a penis that would wear out before the ass that it was fucking."

"Really? I thought the ass was tighter than the vagina."

"Here again, it depends on the ass, but I've found that people tend to go along with the fucking much more cautiously when they are off-roading their penis into an ass. Not only do they go relatively slowly in the ass, they are much more likely to use synthetic lubricants. It means there's a lot less wear on the penis in those situations."

"I see," replied the customer.

"Now, how hard would you say that you fuck?"

"How hard do I fuck?"

"Yes, on average."

"I don't rightly know, doctor. I reckon pretty hard. That's the way my wife likes it."

"Would you say you fuck hard the whole time, or do you make sweet, sweet love for a while and then really pound it on the home stretch?"

"I would say I probably pound it the whole time."

"How long is an average love session? Try not to exaggerate, just try to be as accurate as possible."

"Sure, doc. I'd say probably about fifteen minutes, on an ordinary night. Special occasions we go longer."

The mechanic made some notes. "And about how deep to you go on an average stroke?"

The customer thought about it. "All the way, or pretty close to it."

"And how about when you pull back for the next stroke?"

"I pull all the way back."

"All the way? Are you sure about that? You are completely clearing the vagina entrance and then going all the way back in?"

"Oh, no sir. I'm not doing that."

"Would it be safe to say you leave at least the head in?"

"The head and probably a little bit of the shaft, I suppose."

"That would make your penis's fuck cycle about eight inches. After the initial penetration, you go four inches in, four inches out for every stroke. That's exactly average for a six-inch penis. Okay, let's do some math here," the mechanic said, turning his notepad so the customer could follow the calculations. "If you average a hard fuck of one stroke per second for fifteen minutes, that's 900 strokes at eight inches a stroke . . . so you are putting about 600 feet of distance on your penis every time you have sex. With me so far?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Now, you have 320 vagina miles on the odometer. 5,280 feet in a mile, divided by 600 feet per sex episode. That means, on average, it takes you only 8.8 sexual encounters to go a full vagina mile. 320 times 8.8, and that means you've had sex 2816 times, give or take."

"Wow."

"That's what I thought. You put on the form that you've had the penis for ten years now?" 

"Yes, sir. I bought it new when I got married."

"So that means you've averaged over 280 sexual encounters a year. That's impressive. But let me ask something else. What's your masturbation frequency?"

"Not all that often. I know everyone says that, but I've been married the whole time so I've never been without sex for long enough to jack off, not that my wife would let me anyway. My wife is Italian, has one of them high performance vaginas, and she wants it almost every day."

"How about anal sex or oral sex?"

"Sometimes. Special occasions, and usually just as foreplay."

"So it would be safe to say that almost all of your mileage is vagina mileage?" The mechanic asked, and the customer nodded in reply. "That explains a lot."

"Is that why it fell off?"

"Probably. Like I said, usually it's the ball joint that fails because people abuse the orgasm mechanism, but in your case it looks like the hydraulics might have gone out and caused the shaft to fail."

"Can it be fixed? I can't really afford a new penis right now."

"Sure, it can be fixed. We won't be able to get to it until later this week, at the earliest. We'll do a complete rebuild and it will work just fine, but remember that nothing is going to roll back that odometer."

"I see."

"Well, Mr. Johnson, you've got excellent penis insurance," the mechanic noted, reading the chart again. "I see that covers a loaner penis while we're working on yours."

"That's right."

"I see that your policy specifies a Honda or equivalent for the loaner. We've got a black stretch sport utility penis, a Cadillac Gladiator, that I will have the nurse attach for the same rate."

"Gosh, thanks doc!"

"No problem," the mechanic said, scribbling on a notepad. "I'm going to write a prescription for you that I want you to show your wife. It will specify that more anal sex, more blowjobs. Try jacking off and cumming on her tits at least once a week. I'm not saying to abstain from sex, just do anything that will reduce the amount of vagina mileage you put on your penis. When you do have regular sex, I want you to slow it down. The Cadillac will help. I don't care if she is driving a Ferrari, the size of that Cadillac will slow her down some. But when you get your regular penis back, try slowing it down even more. Make sweet, sweet love; no more than ten or twelve strokes a minute. I want you to limit the hard pounding to the last five minutes, tops."

"I understand," the customer said as the mechanic ripped the prescription off the pad and handed it to him.

The mechanic smiled kindly. "It's not the end of the world Mr. Johnson. Your rebuilt penis will give you many more years of reliable service as long as you use it wisely."

"Yeah, doc. I understand. I just never realized that I was abusing it."

"Well, you were using your penis harder than most people use theirs," the mechanic agreed, nodding his head. "But you weren't exactly abusing it. A lot of people don't realize how important a good sexual variety is for a couple; not just for the women, but for men as well. The modern penis is built for plenty of pounding, but it's never going to keep up with a vagina in the long run if you don't vary your technique. You can't drive your penis on overdrive all the time and not end up breaking something."

"I know that now," the customer said, trying to laugh.

"Alright, Mr. Johnson. I'm out of here. While you wait, go ahead and take off your pants, and open your private maintenance hatch for her. The nurse will come in and get that loaner attached for you and help you fill out the claim form. I'll have someone from the office call you when we've got your penis rebuilt."

"Thanks again, doc.

"No problem, Mr. Johnson."

The mechanic left the customer in the office garage and called to his receptionist for the next patient.

"Service bay four, Doctor. His chart is on the door."

"Thanks, Sally. And tell Nurse Ratchet to fit Mr. Johnson in Bay Two with the Cadillac as a loaner penis. Tell her to make sure the nuts are tight while she's at it."

"Sure thing, Doctor."

The mechanic studied the chart of his next customer. Some cosmetic damage from an accidental bite during oral sex.

"I hope it doesn't take too long to buff it out," he thought as he opened the door. "I'm never going to make my tee time if we get any more backed up."



The Repairman



My bedroom was full of morning light and hot, humid air as I woke to the sound of the downstairs front door bell. My nephew was still asleep beside me on the damp sheets. I must have worn him out during our fun yesterday but his beautiful cock had a full erection as he slept. I slipped off the bed as the bell rang again. I didn't want the bell to awaken Stephan so I slipped on a pair of heels and pulled up the sheer thigh-highs that had slipped down my legs during the night and, with a last look at the sleeping Stephan and his lovely hard cock, went downstairs to the front door.

I opened the inner door and tiptoed across the small hallway and looked through the lace curtains and beveled glass of the outside door. I could make out the figure of a tall man in work clothes and carrying a tool box.

Oh, hell, I thought. It was the repairman for the pipe that had been leaking under the kitchen sink for the last two days! I had forgotten all about the appointment I had made to have it repaired.

I reached for the floor length black silk robe I kept on a hook. I always kept it there for emergencies, like unexpected guests!

I tied the belt around my waist, looked in the large mirror, did what I could with my shoulder length, tousled hair and opened the door.

"Morning! You made an appointment with Henley Brothers for a sink repair?"

He was beautiful! Tall and rugged with a movie star look about him. Light sandy hair and dark brown eyes! Rolled up shirt sleeves showing muscled, sun brown arms. A narrow waist and flat stomach.

"Ma'am? You called us, right?"

I found my voice as that wonderful familiar tingling started between my legs.

"Yes, I did. It's in the kitchen. Please come in."

As he walked past me I could smell his sweat as I closed the door and the tingling increased! He followed me through the living room, dinning room and into the large, cool kitchen. I opened the cabinet door under the sink and showed him the bucket Stephan had put there to catch the water. He put his tool box on the floor and told me it would take about an hour or so. He looked at the pipe and said he would have to go to his truck to get a new trap and pipe. I showed him the back door to the driveway and he said he'd bring his truck up to the door. The door closed and I went upstairs to my bedroom to wake up Stephan. All I needed was him coming downstairs in his nylon's and heels and surprising the lovely repairman. I opened my robe as I went up the stairs, letting the air cool my body and the wetness between my legs.

Stephan was still asleep, his cock as hard as when I woke up. What a shame! Any other day I would wake him with a blow-job followed by a good humping of my fuck-hole or ass-hole and then breakfast followed by the household chores or yard work. I kissed his hard cock and he stirred in his sleep. I began licking and he woke up. He stretched as he opened his eyes and then opened his legs wide as he did every morning, knowing I was going to lie down between them and position myself for our first fuck of the day.

"Not this morning, sweetheart. We have a visitor downstairs in the kitchen."

His sleepy eyes blinked at me. "Huh?"

"You have to stay upstairs. I don't want him to know you're here."

"Him?"

"Yes dear. The repairman for the sink." I kissed his lovely hard-on and then French-kissed his mouth. He tongued me in return. "He'll only be here for an hour or so. So go back to sleep now."

He closed his eyes and took his cock in his hand and started to slowly stroke himself as he fell asleep. We must have played harder yesterday then I thought.

I closed the bedroom door and went back downstairs and was almost to the kitchen door before I realized my robe was still wide open and billowing behind me. I was always nude or semi-nude around the house so it was second nature to me and Stephan. But maybe being greeted at the door by a woman in just heels and nylons would be a bit disconcerting to a visitor, and was the reason I kept the long robe handy. I tied the belt, letting the top reveal a little more cleavage and the tops of my tit's then before. If he was any kind of a man he would like that.

My heels clicked on the floor as I went to answer the knocking on the door. I opened it and he came in past me and again I smelled his sweat and the wetness between my legs increased! If I got any closer to him I would be dripping on the floor! And I wanted to get closer! He put the parts on the counter top and smiled at me and I saw his dark eyes flicker over my cleavage and tit's and the wetness increased. His wonderful eye's flowed down my body then back up to my tit's and then my face. I should have combed my hair and put on some makeup when I was upstairs but I wanted to make sure Stephan stayed up in the bedroom! The Adonis didn't seem to mind as he looked at me.

"We always use the best parts," he said, turning back to the sink and picking up a length of pipe. "This is double thickness chrome. It'll last forever. Hot day already, huh?"

"Yes, it is. Going to be another hot one today."

"Sure is. I hope I can finish the day early and get some swimming in."

"Oh, you're a swimmer?" I asked stupidly. I didn't know what else to say as I ran my eyes up and down his body!

He looked at me. "A friend of mine has a pool. It's nice on a day like this. Well, better give you your money's worth and get started," he said as he again ran his eyes over my body.

He was interested! I can always tell!

I sat at the table with a glass of milk, my stockinged and sweaty legs crossed under my silk robe, and watched as he repaired my pipe and I thought about his pipe! I was getting wetter between my legs and I was enjoying it! My bare nipples were getting harder and I was enjoying that too! He was on his knees under the sink and his ass was pushed out and round and hard! Then he was on his back and his spread legs showed a bulge just below his hard stomach!

I had to move around and decrease the nervous energy building in me so I went to the fridge to get more milk and let my heels click loudly on the floor, just to let him know there was a woman in the kitchen with him. He didn't seem to notice! So I pulled the opening of the robe lower and went and bent over him to give him a good look and asked "How's it going?"

"Not much longer," he said, not bothering to look at me!

I took my milk and sat back down at the table, being sure to hide my nylons. I knew some people would wonder why a woman was wearing stockings and heels and a silk robe so early in the morning! And maybe wonder what else she was, or was not, wearing. Maybe I shouldn't let this Adonis wonder. Maybe I should show him!

"I think that's got it. Would you run the water for me?" he asked from under the sink, his bulge bigger!

I clicked my heels to the sink and turned the water on. My thighs were now wet with my juice and I could smell myself. Could he?

He looked up at me from under the sink and smiled. "I think that's all you need. It's done."

I moved closed. It wasn't all I needed! I wasn't done!

He stood up and began collecting his tools as I though about his tool! He looked around the kitchen. "This is a big house. You live here alone?"

The alarm went off! Every woman has that alarm! Why was he asking?

"I mean a big house like this would keep a lot of people out of the rain, you know?" he said as he continued to collect his tools.

Fear of rape or not I wanted him!

"Just me in this big house," I said, and untied the belt of my silk robe, letting it hang open. He must have heard the whisper of the silk because he looked at me. Then he turned and leaned back against the sink and really looked at me.

"Very nice! Can I see more?"

I let the robe slip to the floor. My body was wet with sweat and my cunt wet with desire and he knew it! He came to me and took my tit's in his hands and kissed me on the neck. Then he moved his hands down my body and grabbed my ass and pulled me into him! He was a repairman. Someone who came to my house to fix my sink! I was naked and completely open before a stranger! And I loved it!

"I could smell you. You're wonderful. I never smelled a woman like you before!"

His hand was on my cunt, a finger probing my open lips. Then he gently pushed me down on my knees and he was standing over me taking off his clothes and when he pushed down his pants and a nice, red, long, hard cock sprang out at my face I had to grab his legs and take it into my mouth! I was so absorbed in my sucking of the wonderful sweaty prick that I almost failed to hear the squeaking of the kitchen door behind me. Either Stephan had come into the kitchen with me and my sudden lover or he was watching from behind the door.

As I sucked the wonderful cock harder the repairman didn't seem to notice the quiet sound as he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth!

"Suck me baby! Suck me off! Then I'll fuck you any way you need it!"

I forgot about the sound as the repairman's cock suddenly jerked and my mouth was filled with hot cum! He was certainly quick on the trigger! To damn quick! Oh, well. He continued squirting his jizm into my mouth and I tried to swallow as fast as I could but some got past my lips and rolled down my chin and dripped down my cleavage! What he lacked in control he made up for in quantity!

"Good, baby, good! Now it's your turn!"

He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and I reluctantly let it go, as I continued to swallow his hot cum! Then I quickly got on my hands and knees because I love it doggy style and he was behind me and I was so wet and open that he had no problem pushing his cock in up to his nuts! My cunt was filled with his length and hardness and It was wonderful! He started a steady humping of my fuck-hole, his hot hands on my shoulders as he leaned over me and tried to push in deeper! I pushed my ass back at him as he pushed forward and then pulled out to his cock head and then pushed in again! I was lost in our fucking and the world was filled with nothing but pure pleasure! Then he jerked and his ball's let his load go and my ass was filled with his cum! Then he pulled out of me and pushed his dick-head at my shit-hole! I was so wet he was able to get halfway into me! But I hadn't taken my morning shit yet so he had more trouble getting deeper into my ass then my pussy, but it didn't stop him! He worked my ass until he pushed my shit deeper into me until he was in me all the way! Maybe it was what I ate last night when Stephan and I had a wonderful dinner at Mario's on Main Street before we came home and played our games that caused my stomach to turn to water and my ass-hole to let go a stream of thin shit that greased his cock and let him get in deeper and hump me harder as it squeezed past his dick and onto his ball's and the kitchen floor! It excited him as his fucking of my now greasy, open ass-hole increased! The mixed stink of our sweat, the smell of his cock and my pussy and my shit seemed to send him into a frenzy as he humped my shit-hole harder and harder until he yelled and a stream of cum squirted into my smelly hole! I was in heaven!

I hit my climax and the world went dark!

My head was on the floor, my wet hair around my head and a cock still buried in my shit-hole! The kitchen was filled with the aroma of sweat, pussy, cock and shit! The plug in my ass was slowly removed as I raised my head and saw Stephan watching through a crack in the door to the dinning room.

"That was great, baby! But I got two more appointments this morning so I gotta get going."

I got him a towel which he wet with water from my fixed sink and washed his shit streaked cock and ball's. He offered to wash my ass-hole, being the gentleman he was, but I told him I liked it the way it was! He smiled and asked if he could come back sometime to "repair" something else. I told him no because this should not have happened in the first place.

"To bad, baby, because you are one nice piece of ass."

"Thank you. I know."

"I hope my other appointments are half as good as you. Well, the guys will be sending you an itemized statement for the work I did. But the work I really did is free because I really enjoyed it, honey."

He put his clothes on and I watched as the wonderful, semi-erect cock disappeared back into his pants. Then he took his tools out to his truck and nodded at me as he backed into the street as I watched through the closed door.

My ass-hole, legs and nylons were smeared and streaked with cum and shit when Stephan came into the kitchen.

"Who was that?" he asked. He was lovely in his heels and sheer tan nylons! I was getting wet again as I looked at his lovely but flaccid cock!

"A new friend with a wonderful cock, Stephan. A man who knows when a pussy is available. Just like I'm teaching you to know, dear."

"The kitchen smells! And you smell!"

"Do you like it, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, but why couldn't I play with you guys?" His sweet cock was starting to grow longer as he looked out the window.

"You're lovely dear, but not ready for this kind of sport yet."

"It looked like fun," he said, his voice excited.

"Why don't you get some towels and clean my ass and pussy, and the floor, and then you can clean the rest of me in the shower, my sweet darling."

"Okay!" he said eagerly.

But I felt so bad about him being left out of my fun, and his sweet cock was so soft and long, that I sat him on the floor in the cum and shit and we played with his pecker until it was stiff and hard. Then he finger fucked my dripping pussy as I sucked his young and now hard cock until he filled my mouth with his first tasty load of the day!



The Repairman



It was four-twenty five, and the roads were jammed with the usual rush hour congestion. I reached down and turned the vents of my AC grille toward my face, feeling the cool breeze across my flushed, sweaty forehead. It had been a very hard day; I had already done seven repair calls, and was feeling the overwhelming wave of fatigue that usually hit me at this hour of the day. I was looking forward to getting home and relaxing with a nice shower and a delicious meal. My mind wandered as I thought of being home; my castle, my domain. I loved it there; it was my reward for the hard work of my demanding job. Being an air conditioning technician in Southern Florida is difficult, but in all of the years that I had been doing it, I never wanted for something to because of lack of work. Everyone in the entire state had an air conditioner, and I was always very busy.

My mind wandered to my wife, to whom I had been married for five years. She would be home from her own demanding job by now, and would be cooking, anticipating me walking in the door. Her smiling face flashed in my mind, and I thought of her soft, warm body pressed against my, her hands caressing me gently. I paused in my thoughts, shaking my head. Lately, it seemed, all of my thoughts had, in one way or another, led to explicit sexual fantasies. I spent the entire workday fantasizing about various situations, usually involving any attractive woman that crossed my path! I had never even considered being unfaithful to my wife, but the fantasies always helped me to deal with the day’s drudgery. 

I was now forty years old, this particular “birthday event” being a semi-traumatic incident in my life. When I was younger, forty seemed so old! Ancient! Every day, I would look at myself in the mirror, searching my face for signs of old age. I was about five foot six, around one hundred and fifty pounds. My hair closely cropped and I proudly sported a goatee beard that was increasingly appearing to change color before my very eyes.

“There it is! Another gray hair!” I would say, my wife shaking her head, laughing under her breath at my vanity.

I had begun a daily exercise regimen, involving running, sit-ups, and other routines, and had succeeded in losing a large amount of the weight that I had accumulated in my thirties. I was finally at the same weight that I had been in high school, and had never felt better physically in my life. However, no matter how hard I tried, the specter of my impending mortality refused to leave my mind. 

The one thing that I did not expect was the increase in my sex drive. It seemed I was always horny! The smallest thing could set me off; a passing glance from an attractive woman, a sexy walk, a nice pair of legs, sometimes just a woman’s voice, or her eyes. My appreciation of the opposite sex had increased exponentially with my age.

Even now, as I sat in the crawling parade of rush hour traffic, I thought of my wife’s naked body, laying in wait on our queen sized bed, her legs spread invitingly…..

RRRRRRRRRRRIINNNGGGG…

Suddenly, the sound of my cell phones ringer nearly made me jump out of my skin! I angrily picked it up from its dash-mounted holder, pushed the “answer” button, and pressed the phone to my ear.

“Hello.”

“Nick?”

“Yeah.”

“This is Ron.”

“Yeah. I know. What up?”

“Got one more call for ya, Slick.”

I groaned audibly. 

“Oh, come on! I've been killin’ myself today!”

“Yeah, Nick, I know, but you’re the best we’ve got, and this is a regular customer! Help me out here, Bud!”

I grew silent, a sure sign to my boss that I was consenting.

“Ah, what the hell. I could use the overtime. Where is it?”

“Ritzy place on the island. Some rich lady, a Mrs. Ashley. Pays cash and I hear she tips, too!”

I smiled. “Yeah, right, that’s what you always say, Ron.”

“21 Ocean Way. Use the service entrance.”

“Whatever. Thanks Ron.”

I then called my wife, letting her know that I would be working late again. I hated the disappointment in her voice at this news. She loved me so much, and worried about me constantly.

I set down the phone, let out a big sigh, and looked for the next exit off the Interstate.

I found the address painted on a sign in front of a pair of high, wooden gates. I turned my van into the driveway, and stopped next to a small security station. Rolling my window down as I pushed the button marked “CALL”.

Nothing.

I pushed it again, harder.

Still nothing.

Disgusted, I started to roll my window up.

“Yes?”

The loud voice blurting from the box startled me.

I lowered the window back down.

“Air conditioning.”

“Yes... Thank God, you’re here. Come in!”

The large wooden gates began to open slowly. I knew what to expect. This person would be an old, spoiled rich lady, expecting me to fix the problem quickly and with minimal interference in her sheltered life. I had done hundreds of these calls and I knew the routine. My appointed role was to kiss their ass, and hope for a tip.

I guided my service van down the winding, gravel driveway, the rocks grinding under my heavy tires. The vegetation on either side of the road made a kind of “tunnel” effect, the queen palms, bougainvillea, and sea grape brushing against the side of the vehicle softly as I slowly made my way toward the main house. The driveway forked ahead, a sign indicating a right hand turn for service, a left hand turn for guests. I smiled to myself, thinking that I would never be able to turn left here.

I made my way around a sharp curve, and there was the house. Huge and imposing, I was almost immediately impressed. I had seen and been in many houses of the wealthy here, and I loved the older houses, the ones built in the twenties and maintained in their original splendor. This was such a house. It was still clad in the old Florida stucco finish, freshly painted, with the barrel tile roof. It had the original slide up windows, obviously in good working condition, because they were open. I was amazed that something as beautiful as this lay completely hidden from view, here in the jungle. Nevertheless, I knew that it was a hiding place for the very wealthy that treasured their privacy greatly, and would go to great lengths to preserve it. 

“If only they could fix their own air conditioners.”

I smiled at this thought.

I walked across the driveway, stepped up on the raised tile porch, and pushed the lighted doorbell. I waited patiently, looking downward, avoiding the temptation to peer inside the small window at eye level on the door. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of the deadbolt turning, and the chain as it moved from the slider. The door pulled open, and I found myself looking at the “owner” of the house.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!”

“Mrs. Ashley?”

“Yes!”

“My name’s Nick.”

“Hello Nick.” She said, flashing a bright smile. 

She was not what I expected. She was slightly shorter than I was, about forty-five, with dark brown hair. The first thing that occurred to me was that she was very cute, not gorgeous, but definitely cute. Her hair tied up on top of her head in a girlish ponytail, some of it spilling down over her face. She had a pert, upturned nose, and brown eyes that caught my gaze fearlessly. I immediately thought that she would never have to use mascara, her eyelashes were naturally thick and lush. What really disarmed me was that smile. It was the smile of a high school cheerleader, slightly innocent, while at the same time naughty, her straight white teeth showing between her full lips. I found myself smiling back, unable to speak. My eyes moved down, and I saw that she was wearing a flowered robe tied with a sash around her waist. She was not skinny, but not what I would consider overweight, either. I liked women that were not too thin. I found myself blushing at these thoughts, and immediately forced myself to break my gaze from her.

“This thing has been broken for a couple of hours now. I was down at the beach, so I didn’t notice it earlier. When I got back up here, I felt that awful heat, and I checked the thermostat, but it didn’t work.”

As she spoke, she turned and walked into the house. My eyes dropped to survey her full hips as she moved. 

“Yes,” I thought, “this lady is sexy.”

I followed her through the house, out of the kitchen, and into the living room. A full wall of windows on the east side of the room and a magnificent ocean view immediately took me aback. The ceilings were at least twenty feet high, and the room trimmed with the rare pecked cypress of traditional old Florida homes. Antique furniture lined the walls, and the room had a comforting, wooden smell that I loved.

I watched her move across the room, my eyes naturally drawn to her hips swaying back and forth. She turned to me, smiling.

“The air conditioner is in here. I hope you can help me. I can’t stand this Florida heat too long!”

I smiled at her. “No problem, Ma’am. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m going into the guest wing to shower. If you need anything, I’ll be back in a few short minutes. There are sodas in the fridge!”

I worked on the unit slowly, finding the problem in the wiring, and making the repair meticulously, hoping that Mrs. Ashley would return soon.

Soon, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. As if on cue, the air conditioner started up, humming softly.

“You fixed it! How wonderful!”

She was still in the robe, the sash loose around her waist, a towel in her hand. She approached me, and peered into the closet at the machine. I could smell her freshly washed body and some expensive, perfumed soap. She rubbed up against me accidentally, the contact sending shivers up my spine. 

“Oh, thank you so much. You are such a nice young man, I. Would you like to stay for a drink?” 

I felt my heart leap at this. I turned and looked at Mrs. Ashley. There was something funny about the look she was giving me. Her brown eyes seemed to look through me, totally devoid of any apprehension, her sexy mouth smiling at me, her hand softly and seductively caressing the sash of her robe. 

A thought suddenly occurred to me.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was coming on to me.”

I suddenly found that my hands were shaking. I had never thought of myself as a “ladies man” type; I was always very shy around women and somewhat insecure about my appearance.

“Nick?” Mrs. Ashley asked.

“I’d like to show you something. Sit here on the couch, ok?”

I slowly closed my toolbox, and walked toward the couch, sliding down on it.

“Nick, do you realize that you are a very attractive young man?”

I felt a rush of warm blood in my face at these words. I blurted out my response, a little too loudly.

“Mrs. Ashley, I am a married man. I have a wife.”

“Nick, I’ve already figured that out about you. I saw your ring. I just want to ask you a question, and I want you to answer me honestly, ok?”

In one motion, Mrs. Ashley pulled the sash from her waist, and the loose robe fell open. She then dropped it from her shoulders, the garment falling to the floor. She was wearing only a very tiny, orange string bikini. Her breasts were medium sized, very taut and firm for a woman her age, and barely concealed by the thin bikini top. Her skin was lightly tanned, smooth, without blemishes. She was what some men would consider slightly overweight, but all in the right places; her thighs were free of cellulite, and she had retained the hourglass proportion of her youth. Her upper thighs were thick, as was her torso, and she looked very strong, as if she had been an athlete in her youth. She looked down at me, smiling, and paused in a couple of poses, as if she were modeling for me.

I was silently stunned.

“Well, what do you think? Do I still have it?”

“Mrs., Ashley, um, I don’t know what to say.” I stammered.

She turned completely around, and showed me her backside. The bikini bottoms were the “thong” style, and her ass cheeks exposed to me. She placed her hands on them, and jiggled them. I felt faint.

“Nick, I hope you don’t think poorly of me. I have to explain something to you, ok?”

Her face became serious, and she moved to my side, taking a place on the couch.

“Nick, can I confide in you? Just for a moment, please? I desperately need someone to talk to.”

I looked at her, my nervousness barely concealed.

“Why, I guess so, Mrs. Ashley.”

She looked off into the room.

“It’s my husband, Nick. Have you ever met him? Charles Ashley?”

I had heard the name, but could not place it.

“He is Chairman of the Board of Directors for Ektron Industries.”

I suddenly remembered. Ektron was the largest manufacturer of computer software in the state. I had read about Charles Ashley in “Time” magazine!

“Yes. I know the name, Mrs. Ashley. He’s a very important man.

She was silent for a moment, and then spoke softly. 

“Yes, he is. We have been very happy, until recently, until it happened.”

I looked at her, not saying anything, waiting for her to continue, surveying her attractive features.

“I guess I knew it would happen sooner or later. Women are constantly throwing themselves at him. I knew it would be just a matter of time.”

I suddenly understood. This man was having an affair. Straying from this beautiful woman. Moreover, she had found out. As I looked at her, and the full understanding came to me, I noticed the tears forming around her dark eyelids.

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, I chose my words carefully.

“How did you find out?”

“I have my sources. Let’s just say that money can buy anything.”

I shook my head in agreement. She turned her head to face me.

“Nick, do you think I’m attractive?”

“Yes. Very. Too much so!”

I followed this with a nervous laugh. I felt her hand touch my knee softly, then rest upon it, palm down. Then I suddenly thought of my wife, waiting at home for me. 

“Mrs. Ashley, I can’t.”

She placed her finger to my lips, moving closer to me on the couch, her lips close to my ear.

“Shhhhhhhh, Nick, don’t say anything. I can’t be alone right now. Please.”

She brushed her lips to my earlobe, ever so gently, her warm breath filling my ear faintly. Her hand had begun to caress my thigh, ever so slowly moving upward. I felt my resistance waning, the blood pounding in my ears, my cock starting to twitch with arousal. I turned my head, and my lips met hers, pressing against them softly. They were so soft and warm, and she was so beautiful. The kiss lingered, and I felt her hand sliding up my leg to my crotch, then resting on my cock, her palm cupping it, rubbing softy up and down. I felt my cock growing hard at her touch, and I turned into her, taking her upper arms in my hands, caressing them softly. Her skin was so soft, this beautiful woman; she wanted me, and I could not resist.

She pulled away from me, breaking the kiss, pushing me back against the couch. She slid to the floor, on her knees, and moved around in front of me, gently urging my legs apart, and sliding in between them, while her hands caressing my stomach and abdomen. She then reached down, and unfastened my belt, then my pants, pulling them open. I leaned back, watching her intently, resting my arms on the back of the sofa. She smiled at me as she tugged at my pants. I helped her by raising my ass off the couch, and she pulled them down over my thighs, and then my knees, then, to my feet. She then pulled my shoes off, and slid them off, throwing them to the side. She smiled at me again, and reached up and began massaging my hard cock through the fabric of my underwear. It was then that she began talking, in a low, sultry voice.

“Ooohh Nick! Do you have a present for me? May I unwrap it? Oooohh I want it so bad, Nick!”

This drove me wild. My wife loved to talk dirty, and it made our lovemaking sessions much rawer, it seemed. Now, this hot older woman was doing it!

Mrs. Ashley tugged at the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down over my ass. I once again rose up, and she pulled them down my legs and off, over my feet. My hard cock sprung up, and bobbed back and forth, free from its restraints. Mrs. Ashley smiled at the sight of it, and licked her lips, at the same time pushing my knees apart.

“Nick, you’re so big and hard! What a fine present for me. Can I taste it?”

She wrapped her hands around it, feeling its firm hardness, stroking it up and down slowly. My body jerked at her gentle touch, beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. I gazed down at Mrs. Ashley, my eyes wide open with lust and desire. She then removed her hands from my cock, and reached behind her back, unfastening her bikini top. The garment slid from her beautiful breasts, releasing them, allowing them to hang free like ripe fruit. I groaned at this sight. She looked up, smiling at me again, and taking them into her hands. She moved closer to me, and began rubbing her hard nipples against my cock.

“Do you like my tits, Nick? My nipples are so hard for you. They like your hard cock.”

Mrs. Ashley then completely wrapped her tits around my shaft, enveloping it completely, just the head sticking out above. She started a slow motion up and down, fucking me with those beautiful breasts, smiling at me the whole time. I groaned audibly, my cock growing even more hard, my legs spread so wide, still in my work shirt! I worked my hips up and down, the friction almost unbearable. The head of my cock began to swell, and I worried that I would cum very, very soon if she kept that up!

Suddenly, she stopped. She moved back slightly, her hands wrapping around my cock, gripping it firmly.

“You’re a lucky man, Nick. I was so horny tonight! You came along at just the right time!”

A small amount of clear fluid had appeared on the end of my cock, right by the hole. Mrs. Ashley bent her head, and extended her tongue, licking it off gently. She licked again, up the side of the swollen head. This was almost unbearable. I pushed my hips up toward her mouth. She continued licking the head of my cock, like a lollipop; soft kitten licks. I moaned softly, lost in waves of pleasure. She then opened her mouth, taking the entire head into it, and closed her lips around the base. She removed her hands from my shaft, and drew more of it in. I watched her through glazed eyes as her cheeks drew in. She was sucking me. I closed my eyes as the unbelievable feeling overtook me. Her hands found my balls, and she massaged them gently, working them as she sucked, the slurping sounds, along with my moaning, the only sounds heard. She began a bobbing motion; up and down rhythmically, sucking hard, as if trying to suck the very life from me. I rolled my head back, unable to remain silent.

“Oh God! Suck me! Suck my hard cock, Mrs. Ashley!”

She responded by moaning around my cock, the vibration sending even more bearings of bliss through my sensitive nerves.

“Oh God, please, I’m going to...”

Mrs. Ashley stopped, looking up at me austerely.

“Oh, no you don’t! I’m not ready for you to cum yet!”

She grabbed the base of my cock, and applied pressure to the underside of it.

“Oh God! I’m so close!” I moaned.

She then stood up, in front of me.

“I want you to lick this pussy, Nick. It’s wet for you.”

I was completely under this woman’s spell now. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off, now completely nude, my hard cock jutting up, swollen and purple. I leaned forward, and placed my hands on the soft skin of her thighs, caressing it gently, kissing it gently. Her skin tasted so clean, with just a hint of soap. My fingers ran underneath the thin material of her bikini bottoms, pulling them down over her plump, firm legs. I then pushed her legs apart, and ran my right hand up in between them, pushing my fingers into her warm, wet pussy. She let out a gasp as I entered her, and spread her legs wider. I found her clit, and pressed it, rubbing it in a circular motion.




The Repairman



“Oooohh yes, Nick. You know what I like! Do it!”

Mrs. Ashley began to rotate her hips slowly. I moved my head between her legs, and licked her wet pussy lips once, all the way up, leaving my fingers inside, pumping gently, working her clit.

“Oh God, Nick, yes, Yes!”

I then began to suck on the wet lips, drawing them into my mouth, holding them there. I felt her start to quiver, knowing that her first orgasm was fast approaching.

“YESSSS! Oh God, Yes, Nick!”

I held her jerking thighs as she came, never moving my hands or mouth from her. When she had stopped shaking, I released her, and leaned back on the couch, looking up at her.

She looked down at me, then at my hard cock.

“Nick, lean back, and get ready!”

She kneeled on the couch, straddling me, her tits right at my face. Reached underneath, she took my throbbing member in her hand and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She then lowered herself, slowly, impaling herself on my rigid hardness. I felt the inexpressible sensation of her wet pussy around me, and my hands went immediately to her ass cheeks, gripping them firmly. Filled with my hard cock, Mrs. Ashley stopped for a moment, closed her eyes, and moaned softly. I then began my rhythmic pumping, thrusting my hips up and down, and my hard cock sliding in and out of her slowly. She began to purr loudly, like a cat, her body trembling in my arms. She began to bounce up and down, the friction of my hardness rubbing against her clit, driving both of us into ecstasy. 

“Oh God, Mrs. Ashley, you’re so hot!”

“Yes, fuck me Nick, fuck me good!”

I grabbed her firmly by the waist, and spun her around on the couch, so that I was on top of her, her legs extended out on either side of my thighs. 

“I’m going to fuck you good, now, Mrs. Ashley!”

I began to pound her hard now; my thighs moving up and down quickly, long deep strokes, penetrating her womanhood deeply. Covered in sweat, we both moaned loudly. I drove into her, with her thighs meeting my strokes. Her body shook as she experienced orgasm after orgasm.

“Oh God, I’m going to cum!” I blurted out.

I pushed myself up to my knees, pulling my cock out of her, grabbing it, and stroking it as I felt release nearing. Mrs. Ashley spun around on the couch, and placed her face near the head of my cock. I stroked it up and down, pointing it directly at her. She looked up at me and smiled as I began to cum, spurting outward, the first jet hitting her directly on the cheek, the next hitting her forehead. She closed her eyes, and kept smiling as I pumped my cum on her, emptying myself. As I stroked my cock, she took the end of it into her mouth, and sucked me, swallowing the last of my load.

I leaned back against the arm of the couch, and let out a huge sigh, completely spent. Mrs. Ashley leaned back against the other arm, wiping my cum from her face, laughing softly.

“God, that was hot, Nick! Thank you so much. You don’t know how much I needed that.”

I did not know what to say, I was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. Suddenly, I became aware of the time, and became slightly nervous.

“Mrs. Ashley, that was great, so hot! But, you know, I’m married, and I have to get home before my wife calls out a search party!”

She just laughed, and shook her head. Then, she got serious.

“Nick, I just want you to know that this was a one time thing, and that I don’t expect anything from you. You were great, and I will forever be in debt to you. But, it is time now to go back to your life and me to my lonely life.”

I, not knowing what to say, got up, and kissed her softly, while stroking her cheek. 

“I have to go.”

I cleaned myself up, got dressed, gathered my tools, and made my way to my van. Mrs. Ashley had disappeared into another part of the house. I did not see her again. I got into my van, started it up, and headed out.

I arrived home an hour later, kissed and reassured my worried wife, showered, ate dinner, and got ready for bed. Before I turned in, I checked my uniform pants for anything I might have left in the pockets before I threw them into the laundry. In the right, rear pocket, I found a small envelope. I unfolded it, and out fell three new crispy one hundred dollar bills, and a folded piece of paper. I unfolded it, and read the words. 

“Thank you, Nick. You’ve helped me live out a fantasy, and feel better about myself. Goodbye!” 

I wadded up the note, discarded it, pocketed the bills, and went to bed, kissing my wife goodnight before I went to sleep.



The Repairman



Sally sat in the living room and listened to Paul give her an estimate to re-level her double wide manufactured home. She agreed that four hundred was a reasonable price, although there would be some extra charge for blocking material. He assured her it wouldn't be very much.

She offered him coffee and a piece of chocolate cake she had just finished baking and frosting. She leaned toward him also offering him a good view of her soft round breast that peeked over the top of her skimpy tube top. 

He was an attractive man, possibly in his mid-forties, athletic build with bulging muscles sculpted by all the hard labor of his work. He had friendly blue eyes and an easy smile. Sally thought it a real shame he was married. He was the type of man she would love to get t know a lot better.

Oh, well , she thought. I can fantasize.

Paul was well known in the area and enjoyed a good reputation. Although married, he was not immune to Sally's sexy good looks or the way she had of lowering her head and looking at him through her lashes. His eyes sought the sharp impressions of her nipples through the knit tube top she wore. She was one of those rare women that exuded their sexuality. Even as she chatted away casually with the ease of an old friend, he could almost feel the pheromones filling his senses. He tried to tell himself that she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. It was hard for him to control himself and not respond to her. He sat his plate on the coffee table and got up to leave. Married or not, a man can only take so much temptation and he was definitely beginning to feel heat rising in his nether regions. But, damn, she was a good looking gal!

In all fairness to Sally, in the beginning, she was not conscientiously trying to flirt with him. He was an attractive man and she was enjoying his company. She was inwardly pleased to notice he kept stealing glances at her breasts that were obviously full and firm. It was then she decided to push it a little further to see if she could get him flustered a little. She took a deep breath, which extended them out further. The nipples poked out in sharp relief. She watched the lust flare in his eyes. She was experienced at teasing and enjoyed making men desire her. But she always knew when to put a stop to it. She felt perfectly safe flirting with him. He was married. Safe.

Sally walked Paul to the door and leaned provocatively against the door jam and gave him one of her best come -hither smiles. She reached out to shake hands with him and let her hand remain in his just a moment longer than necessary. 

Paul changed his mind. She knew exactly what she was doing. This might prove to be interesting after all. He walked away from Sally smiling . Yes, indeed. Very interesting.

Paul promised to be there first thing in the morning to level her house. As he walked to his truck, he was not surprised to find he had a massive hard on. He hoped he had gotten out before she noticed it. He would actually prefer it if tomorrow she would just turn the teasing off and let him and Ron do their job. But if she still wanted to play…. then she just might find out he was more than willing to play with her.

Paul wasn’t one to turn down a little extramarital fun but he kept telling himself Sally was a definite no-no. Although he had not spent much time around her , she and his wife ,Lorna, were pretty close friends. He sure wasn’t ready to have Sally go blabbing to Lorna and screw up his happy home, although of late it could be a little happier. There hadn’t been much sex there since Lorna was six months pregnant.

As promised, Paul and his assistant arrived very early. Sally heard his truck and bounded out of bed. Damn. She'd meant to be up and have a pot of coffee ready to offer him. She threw on a light silk robe and headed for the bath to comb her hair and quickly apply her make up. By the time she had finished applying her lipstick the cat was at the door demanding to be let out. She opened the door to find herself face to face with Paul.

The cat scurried out and Sally made a half hearted attempt to close her robe that was hanging partially open revealing the swells of her breasts and part of her thigh. Paul's sudden intake of breath made it clear the view was not lost on him.

He gave her a slow smile and said teasingly, "You don't have to close the robe for me. I kinda like the view". Damn her, why couldn't she just be dressed like other house wives in some shapeless cotton thing. Despite his resolve of yesterday, he felt the familiar heat rising and a sudden bulge in his jeans.

Paul's assistant was standing just behind him with a lecherous grin. It was quite obvious he also liked the view. One quick look and Sally knew she would have to stir clear of that one. He definitely wasn't the charming easy going guy that Paul was. He sent a chill down her spine and she clutched the robe tightly around her and stepped back into the house.

"Paul will you come in for a second" she asked, making it clear the invitation was only for him.

"What's the matter? You look upset " he asked.

"That guy out there . He gives me the creeps" Sally was still hugging her self as though she was freezing. 

"He's alright' Paul told her "He won't bother you. I'll keep him outside, He can get a little raunchy, but he's a good worker."

“ You can hardly blame a guy for looking at you that way,” he said” You’re a pretty hot little number in that silky robe half open”.

Sally was a born tease and couldn’t resist saying,” Did you enjoy looking at me?” she was smiling seductively. She knew men pretty well and was a good judge of just how far she could push a guy before she had to back off. She felt pretty sure of her ground with Paul, though. He was, after all, her good friend’s husband. She figured she could have a little fun teasing, they’d laugh it off and that would be it.

When lunch time came Paul sent his assistant to pick up some burgers. Sally invited Paul inside for coffee. She had exchanged the robe for a thin low cut blouse that did little to hide her abundant curves. As they chatted about the work he was doing for her she couldn't keep her eyes off him and he appeared to be having the same problem. She was leaning across the table with her chin propped on her hands. She knew the low cut blouse was showing way too much of her breasts but she made no effort to straighten up She liked the look in his eyes as he watched her.

"Like what you see"? she teased.

"Of course. What's not to like? Although I have to admit I like the silk robe better."

"I wasn't expecting you to be at the door". 

"Not a problem. I like nothing better than seeing a beautiful woman in a loose robe first thing in the morning. "he hesitated and then finished "Unless it's seeing her without a robe on." He searched Sally's face to read her reaction to his comment. But, hell ,she was a grown woman and knew what she was doing.

“Tsk, tsk,,” Sally scolded. “Naughty boy.” Although she scolded Paul, her blood was racing. She felt feverish. She gave him one of her most seductive smiles. Sally was getting pretty warm with this conversation and went to the sink for a glass of water. She was caught off guard when Paul slipped up behind her and slid his arms around her cupping her breast with both hands.

Sally turned in his arms and his mouth came down on hers. The kiss was soft and gentle at first but quickly turned deep and probing. He had one hand pressing hard against her breast and the other was trying to pull up her skirt. He breath was coming hard and raspy. He was grinding his swollen penis against her pelvic area as he franticly tried to get his hand between her legs. He dropped his other hand down to unzip his jeans.

Sally tore her mouth away from his long enough to shout," What the hell do you think your doing"? Sally realized she had let things go on way to long. She had misjudged Paul. The gentle easy going man of yesterday was gone now. This one was lust crazed. The soft blue eyes were now glazed and had a wild feral quality. Sally was afraid. She had teased him just for fun and he had seemed to be teasing back just in fun. Things had definitely gotten out of control.

"What do you mean what the hell am I doing? You've been teasing and flaunting your body just begging for this. I don't like a tease. I got news for you lady. You put it out there for me, I'm going to take it". He had a hand groping her pussy while he held her against the counter.

Paul broke away from her when he heard the sound of the truck returning. He smiled a mocking smile and pulled her skirt down demurely and patted it in place. Sally let her breath out in relief. Right now the return of the leering assistant was the most welcome sight she could imagine.

Paul headed outside to get his lunch. As he turned to leave he ground out over his shoulder," this isn't over."

Sally was sure that Paul would forget about the incident as he did the work on her house. He was, after all, a respected business man in the community, a married man with children. Surely he wouldn't commit rape! She drove to the bank to withdraw the money to pay him. She took out four hundred and fifty dollars. She figured the fifty would cover the few concrete blocks she had seen on the truck. She would pay him as soon as he finished and he would have no reason to stay or come back again.

At six o'clock sharp, Paul knocked lightly on the back door. He didn't wait to be invited in, but simply walked past her into the kitchen. He handed her an invoice for the work Sally looked at the paper and couldn't believe what it said. 

"You want six hundred!", she asked incredulously." You told me four hundred plus a little extra for blocks. You didn't use over ten blocks. So what's the extra two hundred for?"

"The job was harder than I thought." He told her." Do you have the money?" Paul had a mean look. Every muscle in his face was drawn tightly. His eyes were boring into her. His let his eyes roam freely over her body and come to rest on her pelvic area.

"I only have four fifty."

"Not enough, Sweety. We want the whole thing and we want it now."

"I just told you. I don't have that much. If you insist I owe that much I will get it for you tomorrow." Sally was backing away from Paul She felt panic rising in her throat. She tried to break the tension by asking,” How’s Lorna”. He simply ignored her. His wife was the last thing on his mind now. 

"UH uh," he said shaking his head." We want it now."

"I don't have it, I told you." Sally was getting angry now. He could have told her it would be more. She didn't appreciate him demanding money in that tone of voice.

Paul's face was a storm of emotion. His jaws were clinched tightly and his eyes were glazed with passion. Sally knew she was in trouble when Paul said slowly in a husky voice," You owe us two hundred dollars more. We want it now. Either we get the money or we take it out in trade. A hundred dollars worth of pussy for me and a hundred dollars worth of pussy for Ron. Do you understand me"?

"Yeesss," Sally stammered." Can't you just wait until tomorrow for the money? I promise I will get it for you. Please. Please Paul!"

She tried to rush past him, but Ron's arm snaked out and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her back against his rock hard body. He had both arms around her pinning her arms to her body.

"Now," Paul said" you are about to learn what happens to little girls that dangle their hot pussies at grown men". His hand snaked out and the pretty low cut blouse was torn from her .She was held tightly in Ron’s firm grasp. Paul unfastened her skirt and let it drop in a puddle at her feet..

“How do you like it so far?” he laughed .

"Paul, please! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease"

"Bull crap! You knew exactly what you were doing. You just thought you could quit when you felt like it. Only it isn't going to work this time."

He motioned to Ron and said," Take her to the bedroom."

Ron lifted her off the floor and carried her kicking and screaming toward the bedroom. He spoke softly in her ear telling her it would go a lot easier if she would just settle down. They just wanted to have a little fun. Not hurt her.

When Paul came into the bedroom he was carrying a long length of cotton clothes line. He casually walked over grabbed one of her hands and placed a slip knot over her wrist. When he had it secure, he brought her other hand up and tied it to the brass headboard. Even with her hands tied she was still kicking wildly, trying to cripple Paul with a hard kick to the groin.

"That's good, Baby," Paul laughed." Keep fighting, It really gets me excited. As long as your claws are out of reach, you can buck and wiggle your butt all you want. The more the merrier." His shirt was already off and he began taking of his jeans. As he slid them down, Sally couldn't believe the size of his massive erection. Ron was also removing his clothes.

Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would surely burst.

Sally closed her eyes and clinched her teeth as they come toward her. She couldn’t believe she was going to be raped by these two men. She had trusted Paul. He was her friend’s husband. She had been so stupid to tease him, the way she had. Now she would have to pay the price. Under other circumstances, she would have enjoyed having sex with Paul.

Ron busied himself with her breasts and whispering erotic things in her ear. He was surprisingly gentle. He trailed light kisses over her breasts stopping long enough to suck each nipple until it stood out firm. Hr twirled his tongue around the tender nipple as he sucked and devoured it hungrily. If the situation were different, one would think he was her lover. She watched him through the slits of her eyes and found his body equally as well defined as Paul's. It was strange, earlier he had appeared crude and vulgar. Now he was a tender lover who seem concerned for her pleasure.

Paul was not as he had seemed either. How could she have been so wrong about a man. She prided herself on knowing men and just how far she could go with them. She would never have thought he could turn into this lust crazed person. He seemed savage in his lust. He had lost all control of his emotions. She wondered vaguely what was going on in his head to risk every thing he had on getting even with her for flirting with him.

On the night stand was a bouquet of feather flowers. Paul pulled one of the fluffy feathers out and pushed Ron aside .He began to slowly caress Sally's body with it. He brushed it lightly over her nipples. First on one and then the other. He played the fluffy tip across her ear and then down across her lips, her cheek, her neck and slowly down her body. As Ron continued to massage and caress and seduce her upper body, Paul began to work on the bottom. 

He spread her legs and when she kicked again, he threw his leg over her's to hold her down. The feather was applied up and down the inside of her thighs

He opened her Labia and brushed the feather over her clitoris then leaned over and placed a kiss on the pink interior. His tongue slowly licked the little pearl of her sex as he sucked on it. He closed his teeth on it and flicked his tongue over it when Sally trembled.

In spite of her fear and disgust of these two men, she found she her body was betraying her. She could feel she was getting wet. Heat was flaring in her pelvis. She swore under her breath. How could her body betray her like this. She was being tied up and raped and her body was responding

Paul opened a drawer of the nightstand and let out a chuckle as he began to lift out some items." MY, my, my", he said tsk tsking," what have we here?" He held up a life sized vibrator and a second smaller one, some bottles of oils and lubricants." Looks like our little Sally likes to do her own thing," he told Ron.

Sally was still yelling for them to leave her alone that they would never get away with this. Paul told Ron to put something in her mouth and shut her up. Ron promptly straddled her and placed his engorged member in her mouth. He pushed it half way in and when she just lay there, he took her head in his hands and held her still while he began to pump in and out.

Paul put a few drops of the lubricant on the tip of each of the vibrators. The large one he inserted in her vagina and the smaller one in her butt. As he fucked her with the vibrators Sally's body exploded into a raging fire. She was moaning and raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Paul continued for some time until he was sure she was getting hot enough . He wanted her really hot. He was going to make her beg him to fuck her. He was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

Sally was devouring Ron's cock hungrily. The sounds of her sucking was driving Paul crazy. He wanted her luscious mouth around his own cock. He invited Ron to change places with him. Ron was not happy about moving. He was lost in an erotic fantasy and was near orgasm. However, this was Paul's party and he pulled out of Sally's mouth with a loud popping sound.

"You ready to suck my cock now," he asked her. Sally whimpered and nodded her head.

"No, no. You gotta ask for it. Tell me what you want."

When she declined to answer him, he roughly grabbed her face and squeezed until tears filled her eyes." Tell me you want to suck my cock just like you did Ron's". He ground out each word . His voice was harsh with emotion.

"Alright!" she said through clinched teeth. "I want to suck your cock".

"That don't sound like you really mean it. Do you think she means it Ron? Say please."

Sally said please, and Paul gave her his throbbing cock. His size filled her mouth comfortable and she began sucking and tonguing his throbbing member. She could feel the blood pulsing through the engorged veins .Ron was now busily fucking Sally like there was no tomorrow. He had a finger rubbing her clit. She felt an orgasm building deep inside her. She was whimpering and writhing under the onslaught of the two men intent on their own release.

The three of them exploded in a tremendous orgasm at the same time.

Paul reached up and untied her hands. The two men lay down beside her, each laying an arm over her body. They lay there in silence enjoying the after glow of the intense sex. Sally had to admit that after things got started, she really felt wonderful and had found the experience thrilling and exciting.

As the men dressed to leave, Paul told Sally she had paid her debt satisfactorily. It had been a pleasure doing business with her.

Sally smiled at the two men and said," Maybe we can do this again some time."

Paul and Ron both answered at once." Count on it".



The Repairman



That afternoon the rain never seemed to stop. I was kind of stuck indoors, looking out through the window, hitching to go out and do something away from being tied down alone in the house. And I had listened to my favourite music over and over again until I could listen no more. Not even the daytime TV had anything interesting to offer, but then I looked at the video recorder and decided perhaps there was something that could offer a break to the boredom that I was suffering. 

I searched along the shelf at the videocassettes. One by one I looked at their covers and one by one I had either seen it or had no interest at all. That was until I came across a blank cover. I had never noticed it before. Suddenly I became curious as to what Steve, my partner, would have on it.

I turned on the VCR and slipped in the cassette, pressed play and waited. The tv screen came alive with the vision of two men and one woman. All three in the act of sex and then realised that what I was watching was one of Steve's pornography tapes. The ones that he never shared with me during the six months we had lived together.

As I watched, I realised how much it made me feel. I wanted to be there with them and be part of what they were doing as my heart began to beat a little bit faster. I had never seen a pornographic movie before in my life and now for the first time I could see the fascination that the images had and how they instilled into men as well as women that longing desire to take part.

The woman was certainly enjoying it. Taking one of the men in her mouth, while the other fucked her from behind as she knelt like a dog, taking everything they gave to her. Then the camera zoomed in onto her face as the man released himself all over her. Only once had I allowed Steve to do that to me as a favour for one of his fantasies. But watching them, it seemed to be more erotic than it felt for me when we indulged.

As the movie went on, the woman became drenched in copious amounts of man cum. She licked it from her fingers, rubbed it into her skin and seemed to be having fun just being there, taking it all. I felt a strange desire to be in her place and wondered what it was like to covered by so much of it. Both men seemed to have more than I had ever imaged.

I sat back into the armchair and continued to watch the next sequence that followed. Again two men and one woman seemed to be the theme of the movie. The camera zooming in on her joy at releasing one of the men from his trousers, taking his flaccid cock in her hand and rubbing it until it hardened. Whilst the other man reached into her panties and seemed to be stroking her, making her feel the sensations that was visibly apparent by her reactions.

Watching made me want to touch myself. My fingers pulled back my skirt and I felt my own crotch getting damp through my panties. My fingers touch seemed to heighten the pleasures. The vision matched what I felt, as I copied the man probing into the woman. My fingers did the same, pushing aside my gusset so that I could feel my own moist lips, parting into silkier realms of my delicate sensual flower. And I closed my eyes, imagining the taste and feel of the other man against my tongue

It wasn't like in the bath or shower. This was another kind of masturbation, which did not demand my imagination to supply the images. They were there, being played out to me on the screen before me as if I was there with them, watching.

The doorbell rang and I suddenly returned to reality. Flicking of the video with the remote control I dashed to the door to answer it. There was this man standing there as if I knew him. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Yes, I have come to repair your tv?" he replied holding up his identification card. I had completely forgotten about Steve's request to have the scart socket repaired. And sure enough, the man had arrived exactly on time. I invited him in and shown him the tv set. He stood and looked at it for a while, checking the leads at the back and eventually drawing a conclusion on what part of it needed his attention.

"Are you watching anything at the moment?" he asked. "Your video seems to be on play." And before I could pick up the remote control, he already had it and pointed it at the screen, turning on the tv and showing the movie I had been watching. "Oh I see, very good. Do you like watching this?" he asked.

"Not really, I was just looking to see what was on that particular cassette."

The man sat down in the armchair and watched the movie. "Hope you don't mind me having a look, only it's been months since I saw a movie as good as this. Really very good quality isn't it?"

"Help yourself." Was all that I thought of as a reply. I was surprised by his boldness in just settling down on the job to watch someone else's movie. After all, he had a job to do. And the vision of what was happening in the movie forced me to start watching it again as the woman brought the man to his orgasm with her hand, screaming out in ecstasy as the other man gave her oral sex. 

"I love the money shots, don't you?" the man asked. I had never heard that expression before, but I presumed that it was when she made the man cum and obviously came herself. "I always wanted to be in a movie like that," he continued. "I think I can do that really easily. But then again, it needs a bit of staying power to be able to hold back until that right moment. What do you think love?"

I wasn't listening really. All that was going through my mind was the situation that I had found myself in. There I was, watching a pornographic movie with a strange man in my lounge.

The next sequence followed. A man and a woman this time in what seemed to be an ordinary lounge. The woman was beside the man who sat in an armchair and then he started to unzip his trousers, showing her his cock as he rubbed it with in hand and beckoning her to feel it for herself. The repairman looked up at me and smiled and I smiled back, not intentionally giving him any ideas. "You like watching these don't you love?" he asked. I was lost for words and just started waving my hands around thinking of what to say. I did not find them offensive by any means, but what do I say to a total stranger?

"I bet you would love to make these movies as much as you like watching them? Am I right? Be honest?" he asked.

"I don't think so."

"Me and my wife always like to play with the video cam, just like those two." I looked at the screen and became mesmerised by what they were doing as he spoke. "But you know what? I reckon that two people, total strangers, could do the same, knowing that everything was secret just between them for that particular moment." The woman in the movie was sucking the man and she looked as if she was really enjoying it so much. "Come to think of it love, I'm about his size, right this minute."

"Really?" I asked. I must have been mad. I wondered why I said that out loud when really it was all that I was thinking. The repairman took my hand and asked me to kneel beside the armchair and something inside of me, as I was watching the couple in the movie, made me do it. Then he put my hand against his crotch, guiding it along the hardness within his jeans. I could not only feel it, but also see how much it was bulging. "Are you excited?" I asked.

"Am I excited? You bet I am. Why not take a look for yourself." 

Watching the woman and then thinking to myself how wonderful it would feel right now to be doing what she was doing just dominated my feelings. I was tingling all over at just the thought and the opportunity was in my grasp. We were strangers and totally alone and the movie we were watching just set the emotions needed to dare crossing any restrictions I would normally have. The repairman seemed obliging and after all, it was he that invited me.

I leaned over, unbuckled his thick leather belt and started to unzip his jeans slowly. All the time I was telling myself that this was not right and on the other hand I was also telling myself that this was something I wanted to do right there and then. So I placed my hand inside his boxer shorts and felt his hardness in my fingertips.

"Well, what do you think love? Could you?" I nodded and smiled, taking the cock by the horn and pulled it free. He was magnificent! The biggest cock I had ever seen in my life and there it was in my hand. I just stared at it, forgetting the sounds of the man moaning on the movie and licked it quickly. "Oh yes love. But you can do better than that," he said. "This never happens to me everyday. In fact it never happens at all, that is, until now."

I carefully copied the woman in the movie by placing my head against his navel and holding his monster in my hand, I guided it into my mouth. He tasted salty, but I was used to that taste from Steve. I began to watch the movie and copy the exact moves the woman was doing to the man, wrapping my tongue around the head and feeling the line of his frenum each time I took him deeper, pulling back the skin on his veiny shaft to give it that extra smooth tightness. Before I realised I was sucking and licking with my tongue, running my fingers up and down his shaft and hearing him moan for me not to stop.

The woman in the movie brought the man to his orgasm. She spat out his cum as fast as he was pumping it into her hungry mouth and then I felt the warm gush from his almost simultaneously. My mouth filled with the salty tang of his man cum, my tongue stopping it from choking me, as I tasted it. And like the woman on the screen, I spat it out so that it dribbled over my fingers and down to his balls. 

We both continued to watch the movie and what happened next. The woman stood beside the man and removed her panties, offering them to him. He took them and pressed them against his face. "I bet you smell that good," the repairman said. At that, I did the same as the woman and slowly I slipped off my panties and gave them to him. I was amazed how crazy he reacted as he pressed them against his face. I enjoyed the aroma of my own juices but this man was just going silly over something I thought was simply natural.

Without warning, he grabbed me around my buttocks and pulled me to him and lifting my skirt he buried his face into my crotch and I could feel his tongue rasping at the top of my thighs. Of course, all he had to do was ask and I would have obliged. So I leaned in closer, climbed onto his lap and positioned myself over him, so that he could get a comfortable access to my sex. 

Holding onto the back of the armchair I could feel him licking at my lips, savouring my juices as he sucked and moaned almost insidiously. Then his tongue found my clit and I could feel him ramming me, searching out for something that I could only imagine he was looking for. And he found it in my most sensitive spot that sent waves of pleasure surging through me, taking me where I wanted to go.

I trembled and felt myself peak, crying out for more and more and at the same time, I did something that was so rare. I released. Hearing my own juices squirting over his face as they gushed from me uncontrollably. The man stopped and began to drink what he could of me, telling me in a muffled voice that I was so good and he wanted more. But I had no more to give as I began to calm into a feeling of satisfaction, feeling his agile tongue lapping at my wet petals like a thirsty animal.

I began to apologise for the mess that I had made as I dismounted him as gracefully as possible. "No need love. After that, I could wear you all day." I looked at him and then realised for real what I had done. A total stranger and not even the man I professed to love and admire had made me do those things with help of the pornographic movie that played on the video.

Whilst he repaired the tv connection that was faulty I offered him coffee and cookies. When we had totally regained our senses it was business as usual. He continued to act as the repairman that he was and I, the bored but satisfied home sitter I had become that day, as if nothing had ever happened.

Steve knew nothing of my stranger or what we did together. As far as he was concerned, his videocassette was back on the shelf and once again he could play on his game console to his hearts content as I sat and thought back watching him with a smile on my face.

R.L.A (c) 2003. -----------------



The Repairman



It was a long two weeks with Jim out of town. Stuck alone with two kids under the age of 4, I had to call in the reserves. So I called my sister Denise and asked her if she could come to my house Thursday after work to help with the kids. 

"Sure Lisa!" she said, "I'll be there around dinner time and I'll bring pizza for dinner."

Denise showed up at six and the kids were happy to see her. We ate dinner, drank some wine and caught up with each other's lives. There wasn't much to talk about on my end based on the last two weeks but Jim was due home tomorrow, Friday night. 

She and I got the kids cleaned up and into bed. We watched a movie but I was exhausted and fell asleep mid way through.

The next morning was the usual routine. Get the kids up. Get the fed and dressed. It was a little easier with Denise there to help but I felt that I needed a little "me time." I asked her if I could slip away for about an hour so I could soak in the tub. The kids were glued to the TV watching their favorite shows. 

Denise laughingly said, "I think I can handle them for an hour or so."

With that I slipped in my bedroom of our one floor ranch house. I was wearing a white terry cloth robe that was mid calf length and tied in the middle with a separate piece of cloth. As I took it off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 

I could hear myself saying, "Not bad for having two kids."

My B cup tits were not saggy although I picked up a little weight. I always tried to keep my public hair trimmed and even though it looked pretty good it was time to keep it from growing wild when I take my bath. As I stood there looking it hit me like a thunder bolt that it had been over two weeks since I had sex. With Denise covering me for at least an hour I decided to lay on the bed and take care of some much needed business before my bath. 

I closed the bedroom door partially so I could hear Denise if she needed me. I reached in one of my dresser drawers and pulled out my dildo. Lying on my back on the bed, completely naked, I started to play with my tits and pussy. My vagina became instantly wet and I could feel it leaking down my butt crack. I reached for my dido and started to slip it inside of me. My other hand went for my clit to give it a nice massage. Within seconds my clit was swollen and erect. 

Just as the tensions of the last two weeks were beginning to fade and my orgasm was beginning to build, I heard Denise yell, "Lisa there is someone at the front door."

I pulled the dildo out of me and grabbed my robe to go see who was at the door. In my haste I could not find the tie and just pulled the two sides together and held them in place with my hand. Approaching the front door I could see out the window that it was our oil heating company and it dawned on me that today was the appointment for our maintenance. I opened the front door while holding my robe closed but then realized his hands were full with tool boxes and could not get past the screen door. I had to release the grasp on my robe to open the screen door and as he entered he had full view of my naked body. I could feel a little gush of juice trickle from my pussy. Closing my robe as quickly as I could, I led him down the basement stairs knowing he had just received a great show. 

He was not a good looking man. He was probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He was mostly bald and what hair he did have was gray. I showed him where the heater was and he went straight to work. I asked him if I could take a shower. He said I would have to wait until he was done. He looked at me with a smile and said he had guessed I was going to take a shower based on what was underneath my robe. I could feel my face turn bright red and another jolt shot straight to my vagina. I released my grasp on the robe as there was no sense trying to hide what had already been seen. I did not openly flash him but I made no attempt to cover either. I asked him how long it would take him to do the work and he said about 20 minutes provided he did not need to make any repairs. When I turned to go up the steps I could feel his eyes on me, knowing that various parts of my body were being exposed as I moved. 

I explained to Denise that my bath would be delayed and asked her if she could handle the kids a little longer. She said no problem and that if worse came to worse she would take them to the park and that she would call back to me if she did take them.

Back in my bedroom, I once again removed my robe and lie on my back naked. It did not take long before my hands were back around my pussy and tits rekindling the lust that had started several minutes before. Imagining the view that the repairman got with my open robe only fueled my fire. After a few minutes my nipples were erect and my clit was aching to be touched. I felt around for my dildo and once I located it on the bed I pulled my knees up into the air with feet flat on the bed and inserted it into my wet and wanting pussy. Then I closed my eyes for several minutes just enjoying the moment. 

I heard some noises outside my bedroom and opened my eyes to see what was going on. The bedroom door was partially open, maybe about 50% and directly outside was the heater repair man working on the thermostat directly across from my bedroom door. Every few seconds he was looking away from the thermostat and directly at me while I was masturbating. Then he would turn back to the thermostat and pretend to work on it.. 

At this point I was so turned on I could care less if the whole world was watching me play with my pussy. The next time he looked at me I gestured for him to come into the bedroom but to be quiet. As I lay there with the dildo in my cunt and legs wide open I motioned for him to close and lock the bedroom door. 

I used hand signals and motioned for him to come closer and take down his pants. He dropped his pants and underwear to the floor which then exposed a pretty impressive cock even in his semi erect state. Grabbing his cock and I pulled it to my lips and ran my tongue around the head. His one eyed snake grew rapidly as he reached down and started to play with my pussy. I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could but fell short of engulfing his whole length. He didn't seem to mind though as he moaned with pleasure while I gently massaged him with my tongue and teeth. 

My pussy was aching to be filled with some manhood. Pulling his cock from my mouth I asked him if he would fuck me. He looked at me puzzled probably thinking he was lucky enough just to get a blow job. 

"I don't have a condom," he whispered.

"That's OK. I will take you bareback," I replied.

He began to remove all of his clothes and once completely naked, I laid back on the bed to take his cock into my sopping wet cunt. The head of his cock pressed against my opening and I was so wet he slipped right in all the way. He took about a dozen stokes inside of me when I heard my sister call for me. I pushed him off me as quickly as possible and grabbed my robe. Going out to where she and the kids were, she announced that she was taking them to the playground. With me saying," that would be great", out the door she went. 

Immediately I removed my robe and walked back to the bedroom completely naked. There was the repairman lying on the bed, still naked, and for the first time I really got a good look at his cock. That thing almost reached his naval and was twice as thick as my husband. Leaving the bedroom door open, climbing up on the bed I straddled him and then mounted his cock facing him. Moving up and down on his pole he grabbed both my breasts and started to play. Rubbing my nipples between his fingers they became quite erect. I leaned forward so he could suck on them and make them even harder. 

Enjoying the ride, it started to dawn on me exactly what I was doing. Here I was fucking this old man, a total stranger, completely naked with no protection on his cock and my husband could be home ay any minute. Just those thoughts brought me close to a major orgasm that was building in me. 

Slowly, I lifted my cunt from his rod until it plopped out of me. There was a coating of white on his cock that was obviously from me. I grabbed him by the hand and led him to the dining room. This allowed me to see out a window to the driveway in case my husband came home. I then bent over the table and told the repairman that we needed to finish up. Entering me from behind his strokes had my tits swaying in all directions. My pussy and body were close to ecstasy. I heard him start to moan as he continued to pump in and out of me. OMG it felt so good I didn't want to stop. My orgasm just exploded as he pushed deep into my vagina on one stroke. The knees went weak and I could feel my face and chest turn bright red. While I was still coming down from my orgasm he let out a loud moan. He told me he was about to cum an asked where he could drop his load. Telling him to let it go inside my cunt I just waited for him to splash his sperm inside me. Once he had drained everything into me, he pulled out and went to the bedroom to get his clothes and get dressed. 

Still bent over at the table just enjoying my orgasm and naughtiness, the repairman walked by me, slapped me on the ass and handed me my robe. He gathered up his tools as I slipped on my robe. As he was leaving the door, I could see my sister walking up the driveway with the kids. Denise got the kids settled for more TV. 

She saw me in the dining room still in my robe an asked if I was ever going to get that shower? 

I said, "I am going right now. He took longer than I thought."

When I turned to walk to the bathroom I saw a big puddle of his sperm had leaked out of me onto the carpet. So as to not draw attention to it and hoping Denise did not see it, I walked toward the bathroom to take a now much needed shower. While washing, more and more of his spunk leaked out of my pussy. Hopefully, if my husband wanted sex when he got home he would not notice that another man had already coated the inside of my vagina. I dried off and got dressed, grabbed some paper towels and headed to the dining room to clean up the mess on the carpet.

Looking around for the wad of sperm, I could not find it. I knew that it had not soaked into the carpet that quickly so I felt around with my hands and found a damp spot. Denise must have seen the cum puddle and cleaned it up. 

I walked into where she was sitting and sat next to her. She turned and smiled at me and asked, "do you feel better now?"



The Repairman Cumeth



It is getting very difficult for me to concentrate on what I have to do today. I am impatiently waiting for the damn repairman to arrive. He is going to fix my washing machine ... the fucking spin cycle is out of whack or something. I don't have much of a head for mechanical things.

I am incredibly horny though ... none of my slaves are available at this time of day so I am left to amuse myself.

I lie down on my big four-poster bed and start fondling my breasts. How my slaves always love my breasts. I love teasing them with my low cut dresses and flimsy tops ... shoving my tits up against their faces ... and then innocently turning around and walking away ... leaving them with their tongues hanging out .. fuck that makes me so hot.

My hand slides down to my damp black silk panties .... ohhhhhh that feels good ... my clit is swelling now and becoming very sensitive.

It is then I hear the doorbell ring. "Fucking bad timing", I think to myself as I jump out of bed. I hastily throw on my silk robe and run to the door.

And there you stand ... shorter than I usually like my men but with a raw and untamed sex appeal that I can't help but notice. You are dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

you slowly look me up and down as your gaze wanders over the short thin material barely covering my breasts and thighs. My nipples are protruding menacingly. I can see from the bulge in your snug fitting jeans that you are getting a raging hard-on. you finally manage to stammer "Hello ma'am .. i'm myke .. i'm here to repair your washing machine ...".

"Yes myke .. please come in ... and by the way I hate the term "m'aam" ... would you be a dear and please address me as Miss Lizzy from now on". You bow your head slightly and nod.

"Yes Miss Lizzy". I feel as if somehow you know your place ... know where it is you belong. "Ah, my sweet repairman, you do learn quickly" I say with a sly wink.

You descend the stairs to the basement and toil with my washing machine for about an hour or so. Of course, I use that time to continue my self-gratification in my bedroom. I love playing with myself under my panties. There is something very sensual about the feel of silk next to my hot dripping cunt ... I sense you standing by the doorway staring ..

i approach the door to your bedroom and knock lightly as i noticed that You had an air about You, something that told me that a common man should be in his place...i knock lightly .. no reply ... a little harder, nothing. i really need to get paid...so i inch the door open, hoping to find you inside, going over the bill or something....

i FROZE...my heart stopped... seeing you there, unaware that i was watching (or so i assumed). You are wearing a black silk camisole, leaning over on the bed, leaning, with your silk covered ass towards me. i see one hand steadying yourself, while the other hand rubs at the crotch of your panties.

i watch, as You lie on you back...one hand slides up to Your tit, and i watch as You squeeze Your nipple hard ... the other hand buried in Your panties...rubbing Yourself. i can see that You are forcing Your fingers into yourself...and i see how wet Your panties are becoming...

The doorbell suddenly rings and You are on your feet. You must be aware of the smell that lingers from Your silken panties, so You lower them and, with a kick, they are sent to the bathroom floor, across from where i watched you.

You have left the room, to answer the door. i hear You talking, so i hope you will be gone for a few moments . i head straight for the bathroom, feeling secure that I will not be caught.

i quickly undo my pants, and squeeze my cock hard... the show You gave me has me ready to explode. As i stroke my cock, i notice Your black panties on the floor, and the thought of how close they were to Your pussy sends blood flooding to my swollen cock. i must .... i pick them up delicately, and glance over my shoulder, assuming i am alone... i hold them to my face, and inhale deeply.

my cock becomes harder still, and cum begins to swell, as i imagine that it is not only Your panties under my nose. Daringly, i stick out my tongue, so that i might be able to taste Your sweet pussy...i tongue the crotch, where Your fingers had been probing ...the taste and smell are overwhelming.

i sit on the toilet, and wrap the silk panties around my cock, and rub myself, wishing that it were the panty owner's hand pulling at me. my eyes closed, i imagine You, bent over me, displaying your pussy, holding it open for my eager tongue...i pump hard and fast, wanting to finish, when i feel a draft. The door has opened. In shock, i am afraid to open my eyes. i know You are standing, watching me....

I am not very shocked by what I see before me. There you are fucking my soaking panties ... fanatically fucking them .... fucking them as if they were the hottest most erotic place your cock could ever imagine being.

"Sooooooooo my repairman ... you like My panties ... you like to wrap them around your big hard cock while you jerk off I see. Does that feel good? Does it make your cock feel good ...mmmmm .... very nice .. very nice indeed to watch you like this."

"It makes Me think you want a glimpse ... a peek ... a whiff ... a taste of My precious little pussy ... hmmmmmmm ... I will consider it in due time. You just might make a good little cunt sucker at that ... "

"For now though let Me watch while you play with yourself ... pump harder now my sweet repairman ... keep your eyes open though my toy. I want to watch your face while you climax ... shooting your fucking hot load all over My black silk panties. I want to see your cum saturating them."

I want to observe while your cum mixes with my own. I am pleased, My sweet toy, to see My cum is a fragrance you have already grown to worship."

"I want to hear you ... hear you cum .... cum loudly my new boy toy ... shoot your huge sweet sticky load for Me."

"Cum for your Mistress ..."



The Repairman Cumeth



You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy
the way you rock and roll
~The Beatles~

* * * * *

It is getting very difficult for me to concentrate on what I have to do today. I am impatiently waiting for the damn repairman to arrive. He is going to fix my washing machine ... the fucking spin cycle is out of whack or something. I don't have much of a head for mechanical things. 

I am incredibly horny though ... none of my slaves are available at this time of day so I am left to amuse myself. 

I lie down on my big four-poster bed and start fondling my breasts. How my slaves always love my breasts. I love teasing them with my low cut dresses and flimsy tops ... shoving my tits up against their faces ... and then innocently turning around and walking away ... leaving them with their tongues hanging out .. fuck that makes me so hot. 

My hand slides down to my damp black silk panties .... ohhhhhh that feels good ... my clit is swelling now and becoming very sensitive. 

It is then I hear the doorbell ring. "Fucking bad timing", I think to myself as I jump out of bed. I hastily throw on my silk robe and run to the door. 

And there you stand ... shorter than I usually like my men but with a raw and untamed sex appeal that I can't help but notice. You are dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt. 

you slowly look me up and down as your gaze wanders over the short thin material barely covering my breasts and thighs. My nipples are protruding menacingly. I can see from the bulge in your snug fitting jeans that you are getting a raging hard-on. you finally manage to stammer "Hello ma'am .. i'm mick .. i'm here to repair your washing machine ...". 

"Yes mick .. please come in ... and by the way I hate the term "m'aam" ... would you be a dear and please address me as Miss Lizzy from now on". You bow your head slightly and nod. 

"Yes Miss Lizzy". I feel as if somehow you know your place ... know where it is you belong. "Ah, my sweet repairman, you do learn quickly" I say with a sly wink. 

You descend the stairs to the basement and toil with my washing machine for about an hour or so. Of course, I use that time to continue my self-gratification in my bedroom. I love playing with myself under my panties. There is something very sensual about the feel of silk next to my hot dripping cunt and I sense you standing by the doorway staring. 

* * * * *

i approach the door to your bedroom and knock lightly as i noticed that You had an air about You, something that told me that a common man should be in his place. i knock lightly .. no reply ... a little harder, nothing. i really need to get paid...so i inch the door open, hoping to find you inside, going over the bill or something.... 

i FROZE...my heart stopped... seeing you there, unaware that i was watching (or so i assumed). You are wearing a black silk camisole, leaning over on the bed, leaning, with your silk covered ass towards me. i see one hand steadying yourself, while the other hand rubs at the crotch of your panties. 

i watch, as You lie on you back...one hand slides up to Your tit, and i watch as You squeeze Your nipple hard ... the other hand buried in Your panties...rubbing Yourself. i can see that You are forcing Your fingers into yourself...and i see how wet Your panties are becoming... 

The doorbell suddenly rings and You are on your feet. You must be aware of the smell that lingers from Your silken panties, so You lower them and, with a kick, they are sent to the bathroom floor, across from where i watched you. 

You have left the room, to answer the door. i hear You talking, so i hope you will be gone for a few moments . i head straight for the bathroom, feeling secure that I will not be caught. 

i quickly undo my pants, and squeeze my cock hard... the show You gave me has me ready to explode. As i stroke my cock, i notice Your black panties on the floor, and the thought of how close they were to Your pussy sends blood flooding to my swollen cock. i must .... i pick them up delicately, and glance over my shoulder, assuming i am alone... i hold them to my face, and inhale deeply. 

my cock becomes harder still, and cum begins to swell, as i imagine that it is not only Your panties under my nose. Daringly, i stick out my tongue, so that i might be able to taste Your sweet pussy...i tongue the crotch, where Your fingers had been probing ...the taste and smell are overwhelming. 

i sit on the toilet, and wrap the silk panties around my cock, and rub myself, wishing that it were the panty owner's hand pulling at me. my eyes closed, i imagine You, bent over me, displaying your pussy, holding it open for my eager tongue...i pump hard and fast, wanting to finish, when i feel a draft. The door has opened. In shock, i am afraid to open my eyes. i know You are standing, watching me.... 

* * * * *

I am not very shocked by what I see before me. There you are fucking my soaking panties ... fanatically fucking them .... fucking them as if they were the hottest most erotic place your cock could ever imagine being. 

"Sooooooooo my repairman ... you like My panties ... you like to wrap them around your big hard cock while you jerk off I see. Does that feel good? Does it make your cock feel good ...mmmmm .... very nice .. very nice indeed to watch you like this." 

"It makes Me think you want a glimpse ... a peek ... a whiff ... a taste of My precious little pussy ... hmmmmmmm ... I will consider it in due time. You just might make a good little cunt sucker at that ... " 

"For now though let Me watch while you play with yourself ... pump harder now my sweet repairman ... keep your eyes open though my toy. I want to watch your face while you climax ... shooting your fucking hot load all over My black silk panties. I want to see your cum saturating them." 

I want to observe while your cum mixes with my own. I am pleased, My sweet toy, to see My cum is a fragrance you have already grown to worship." 

"I want to hear you ... hear you cum .... cum loudly my new boy toy ... shoot your huge sweet sticky load for Me." 

"Cum for your Mistress ..."



The Repairman's Humiliation



Oh fuck … i am caught; my hand is still wrapped around my hard cock. i am shocked that i did not go limp immediately. Miss Lizzy is in front of me and has ordered me to keep my eyes open.

How did it come to this? It was only an hour ago that i arrived at Her doorstep ... the doorstep of a total stranger … a customer that was listed on today’s call sheet for the emergency repair of Her washing machine. Now here i am jacking off into Her panties while She snarls commands at me.

How could i possibly not stay hard? i pump my cock faster; i already realize that Miss Lizzy is in control of the situation. Mistress wants to see me cum, and while i stroke my cock with Her soaked panties, i know that i will not disappoint Her.

i am on the verge of cumming. Mistress is only inches away from me. She has one hand under Her camisole; i see that. She is squeezing Her breasts. i am ready to beg Mistress to let me savour one taste of Her pink erect nipples, but I do not feel it is my place to beg for anything, as i am lucky enough to be in Mistress’s company and will do whatever is necessary to gain Her favour.

Mistress pulls two fingers from Her cunt and promptly inserts them into my mouth, fucking me with Her sweet tasting fingers. It is too much for me to bear and with a groan my cum starts to spill from my cock… my cum mixed with Your cum filled panties. i allow myself a deep moan as i continue milking my cock.

The look in Your eyes is perilous. "you were to announce that you were cumming. I wanted to hear you. I am very, very disappointed in you my new boytoy. That is not how you are to jerk off in front of Me. You will pay dearly for this insubordination!"

Mistress, i am flushed, and ashamed as i sit before you, cum on my belly, dripping into Your panties. i hope that You will allow me the opportunity to clean myself, but Mistress has other plans.

"I WANT YOU HARD IMMEDIATELY!!" You bark.

i feel that i am passed the point of arguing. Shit, i am sitting on your john, Your panties wrapped around my cock, and have just had the most intense orgasm imaginable. Who am i to argue?

As i pump my cock, still tingling from the pleasure You allowed me, Your hand finds the head of my member. Bringing Your hand to Your lips, You run Your tongue along Your fingers, slick with my cum.

"How very lovely", I think to myself. "My new boytoy tastes exquisite indeed .. and quite the cock at that. I do so admire a well-hung man … aaaah yes the more I look at that cock .. the more I am certain it is eager to please…eager to fuck."

"you are a very, very naughty boy," I tell you. "In fact, I’m not sure that you are a boy at all…those panties you so liked, I want you to slide into them. Yes, that’s nice, my little boytoy looks quite the sight in My black cum soaked panties. I see that you feel a little awkward… ashamed, even scared. I see that in your eyes, but your cock betrays you, as it is still hard….hard against the soaking fabric."

"My precious toy… you appear to be suitably humbled. Come with Me, I have someone I want you to meet."

"If you impress My guest, you may yet be allowed to savour the taste of My pussy juice … a taste I know you long for."

i am horrified as You lead me into Your living room, clad in nothing except Your panties. i feel like i am only two feet tall, wondering how i can possibly make myself invisible. Still, my cock betrays me, as it is rock hard, anticipating what will happen next.

Your friend, a dark haired woman, tall and slim, rises from the couch as i enter the room. Idiotically, i extend my hand, but Her eyes tell me immediately that i am a fool to allow myself such an indulgence.

Mistress and Her friend are obviously close. You share a long passionate embrace, seeming oblivious to my presence.

Suddenly You turn to me. "What are you looking at boytoy? Your eyes are to be on the floor, unless I order otherwise," You say. How could i not look? My beautiful blonde Miss Lizzy with your arms wrapped around a stern dark woman. My imagination goes wild with thoughts of being between the two of You and, once again, my cock begins to throb. It does not go unnoticed.

Your eyes dart from me to Your friend. You have a triumphant air about You… looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary.

"This is Mistress Anita. She is My closest friend and We sometimes share Our stables", You quip. Again, foolishly, i try to extend a greeting but instead i am met with the full force of Your hand on my ass. Somehow though it is your words that sting more, "Learn your position you fucking asshole".

Your Mistress friend looks me up and down, whispering to You. i sense that i am the target of a joke. Standing before me, You pull on the cum soaked panties i have been forced to wear. They tear away like kleenex and i am standing before the two of you naked.

"I am sick of looking at your disgusting cock. If it remains hard for another minute, there will be severe consequences to pay!" You shout. i wish i could will it to shrink, will myself to another place .. another time.

i am ordered to stand at attention, while Your friend lifts Your black camisole, exposing Your beautiful breasts. my mouth is filling with saliva, as i wish it could be me who takes Your pink nipple. i fidget, aware that my cock is giving away my filthy thoughts.

Mistress has Her hands buried in Her friend’s panties. It appears as though You do not notice that i am still bowed before You.

i am mistaken. As You pull Your fingers from Your friend’s wet cunt, my hand jolts to my cock as if it had a will of its own. Immediately i sense that You are disappointed with my lack of discipline.

"On your knees you fuck!", I demand of you.

How I love to see you like this. Diminishing you now to my cunt sucking boytoy is a pleasure beyond any realm I can imagine. You look so helpless and vulnerable and you are making me so incredibly horny. I haven’t felt this way with any of my slaves in a long time. It makes me wonder my sweet toy just who is the slave … I crave so to see you like this. I want and need to see you at my mercy … serving my random pleasures and my wicked desires.

I soften the tone of my voice. "That’s right my boytoy … that’s right … now bend back your head my darling, my toy, and open that luscious wet mouth of yours so that you may lick Mistress Anita’s sweet dripping pussy … aren’t you the lucky one toy". "I would first like to see how you bring Her to orgasm before I allow you near My own precious cunt. I want to see how many times you can make Her cum. I will be counting toy. "

With a knowing glance in my direction, Mistress Anita removes Her now damp panties and straddles your face.

Steadying Herself with one hand on your belly, Mistress Anita hovers over you. Her fingers hold Her pussy lips apart as you strain to taste Her, but She lingers just out of your reach. Mistress Anita rubs Her soaking cunt.

i feel the drops of Her cum dampening my cheek… i must taste and i eagerly stretch for a chance to satisfy my hunger.

i feel as if i am enveloped in a fog. The only constant is Mistress Anita’s pussy, inches away from my yearning tongue, when i feel my arms, tugged above my head, and the cold steel snap of the cuffs. i am truly submissive to You now. Naked on my back, cuffed, with Mistress Anita undulating, forcing Her fingers into Her pussy, so close that i can not only smell but also taste Her with my outstretched tongue.

i shiver, and my back arches as i feel a hand wrap around my cock. i cannot see, as Mistress Anita has planted Her wet pussy on my lips, but i know that it is You. What have i done to deserve this mercy, as You rub my cock from its head to the base of my swollen balls. i feel Your silken blonde hair, and the warmth of Your breath. Although i cannot see You, i imagine You straddling my thighs, bent over my cock, examining it, so close that You could easily swallow it. Your hair is cascading over my belly…if only my hands were not cuffed, i would guide my aching cock into Your beautiful mouth.

Suddenly i am once again made to understand my position. i can feel the pain as you squeeze my balls. At the same time Mistress Anita releases a piercing scream as She reaches Her own orgasmic peak.

You straddle my chest now. With Mistress Anita’s cunt so firmly planted on my lips, You force Your fingers into Her, raising Her from my waiting mouth. Embracing passionately, Your hands and tongues eagerly explore each other. As Your bodies grind together, i feel almost abandoned until a moan escapes, and i know all too quickly that Mistress has not forgotten Her cunt sucking boytoy.

Suddenly, You are no longer on my chest, but have settled Yourself between my thighs. Mistress Anita is standing above me, mocking me, as you squeeze my balls and work up and down my shaft. With an evil look in Your eyes, You force two fingers into my gaping mouth. "Lubrication My boytoy", You chortle menacingly. Suddenly and without warning, i feel you invade me. Your spit soaked fingers stretch at my ass. i feel mortified. i cannot believe this and yet, as Mistress Anita watches, my cock continues to grow harder.

Once again Mistress Anita lowers Herself. Although my mouth is not as anxious, Her firm grasp of my hair reminds me of my position, and i avail to serve Mistress. You are pulling at my cock now, teasing me, holding it between Your heaving breasts, and then squeezing my balls until i almost cry out in anguish.

Finally, and without warning, my hot cum spurts across my chest. i am soaked now in my cum and sweat, in Mistress Anita’s cum, in Your wonderful juices, and in my tears of humiliation.

Still cuffed, i wonder how long it will be before the cum hardens in a pool on my belly. My ass has been severely ravaged. If Your friend Mistress Anita had a cock, she could not have fucked my mouth any harder… and dear, sweet Miss Lizzy…. i still beg of you…beg you please, please allow me a taste of Your rapture.

For now, though, i am at your mercy and in no position to barter.



The Repairman's Humiliation



You make me dizzy Miss Lizzy
When you do the stroll
~The Beatles~

* * * * *

Oh fuck … i am caught; my hand is still wrapped around my hard cock. i am shocked that i did not go limp immediately. Miss Lizzy is in front of me and has ordered me to keep my eyes open. 

How did it come to this? It was only an hour ago that i arrived at Her doorstep ... the doorstep of a total stranger … a customer that was listed on today’s call sheet for the emergency repair of Her washing machine. Now here i am jacking off into Her panties while She snarls commands at me. 

How could i possibly not stay hard? i pump my cock faster; i already realize that Miss Lizzy is in control of the situation. Mistress wants to see me cum, and while i stroke my cock with Her soaked panties, i know that i will not disappoint Her. 

i am on the verge of cumming. Mistress is only inches away from me. She has one hand under Her camisole; i see that. She is squeezing Her breasts. i am ready to beg Mistress to let me savour one taste of Her pink erect nipples, but I do not feel it is my place to beg for anything, as i am lucky enough to be in Mistress’s company and will do whatever is necessary to gain Her favour. 

Mistress pulls two fingers from Her cunt and promptly inserts them into my mouth, fucking me with Her sweet tasting fingers. It is too much for me to bear and with a groan my cum starts to spill from my cock… my cum mixed with Your cum filled panties. i allow myself a deep moan as i continue milking my cock. 

The look in Your eyes is perilous. "you were to announce that you were cumming. I wanted to hear you. I am very, very disappointed in you my new boytoy. That is not how you are to jerk off in front of Me. You will pay dearly for this insubordination!" 

Mistress, i am flushed, and ashamed as i sit before you, cum on my belly, dripping into Your panties. i hope that You will allow me the opportunity to clean myself, but Mistress has other plans. 

"I WANT YOU HARD IMMEDIATELY!!" You bark. 

i feel that i am passed the point of arguing. Shit, i am sitting on your john, Your panties wrapped around my cock, and have just had the most intense orgasm imaginable. Who am i to argue? 

As i pump my cock, still tingling from the pleasure You allowed me, Your hand finds the head of my member. Bringing Your hand to Your lips, You run Your tongue along Your fingers, slick with my cum. 
 * * * * * 
"How very lovely", I think to myself. "My new boytoy tastes exquisite indeed .. and quite the cock at that. I do so admire a well-hung man … aaaah yes the more I look at that cock .. the more I am certain it is eager to please…eager to fuck." 

"you are a very, very naughty boy," I tell you. "In fact, I’m not sure that you are a boy at all…those panties you so liked, I want you to slide into them. Yes, that’s nice, my little boytoy looks quite the sight in My black cum soaked panties. I see that you feel a little awkward… ashamed, even scared. I see that in your eyes, but your cock betrays you, as it is still hard….hard against the soaking fabric." 

"My precious toy… you appear to be suitably humbled. Come with Me, I have someone I want you to meet." 

"If you impress My guest, you may yet be allowed to savour the taste of My pussy juice … a taste I know you long for." 
 * * * * *
 i am horrified as You lead me into Your living room, clad in nothing except Your panties. i feel like i am only two feet tall, wondering how i can possibly make myself invisible. Still, my cock betrays me, as it is rock hard, anticipating what will happen next. 

Your friend, a dark haired woman, tall and slim, rises from the couch as i enter the room. Idiotically, i extend my hand, but Her eyes tell me immediately that i am a fool to allow myself such an indulgence. 

Mistress and Her friend are obviously close. You share a long passionate embrace, seeming oblivious to my presence. 

Suddenly You turn to me. "What are you looking at boytoy? Your eyes are to be on the floor, unless I order otherwise," You say. How could i not look? My beautiful blonde Miss Lizzy with your arms wrapped around a stern dark woman. My imagination goes wild with thoughts of being between the two of You and, once again, my cock begins to throb. It does not go unnoticed. 

Your eyes dart from me to Your friend. You have a triumphant air about You… looking like the cat that just swallowed the canary. 
 * * * * *
"This is Mistress Anita. She is My closest friend and We sometimes share Our stables", You quip. Again, foolishly, i try to extend a greeting but instead i am met with the full force of Your hand on my ass. Somehow though it is your words that sting more, "Learn your position you fucking asshole". 

* * * * *

Your Mistress friend looks me up and down, whispering to You. i sense that i am the target of a joke. Standing before me, You pull on the cum soaked panties i have been forced to wear. They tear away like kleenex and i am standing before the two of you naked. 

"I am sick of looking at your disgusting cock. If it remains hard for another minute, there will be severe consequences to pay!" You shout. i wish i could will it to shrink, will myself to another place .. another time. 

i am ordered to stand at attention, while Your friend lifts Your black camisole, exposing Your beautiful breasts. my mouth is filling with saliva, as i wish it could be me who takes Your pink nipple. i fidget, aware that my cock is giving away my filthy thoughts. 

Mistress has Her hands buried in Her friend’s panties. It appears as though You do not notice that i am still bowed before You. 

i am mistaken. As You pull Your fingers from Your friend’s wet cunt, my hand jolts to my cock as if it had a will of its own. Immediately i sense that You are disappointed with my lack of discipline. 
 * * * * *
"On your knees you fuck!", I demand of you. 

How I love to see you like this. Diminishing you now to my cunt sucking boytoy is a pleasure beyond any realm I can imagine. You look so helpless and vulnerable and you are making me so incredibly horny. I haven’t felt this way with any of my slaves in a long time. It makes me wonder my sweet toy just who is the slave … I crave so to see you like this. I want and need to see you at my mercy … serving my random pleasures and my wicked desires. 

I soften the tone of my voice. "That’s right my boytoy … that’s right … now bend back your head my darling, my toy, and open that luscious wet mouth of yours so that you may lick Mistress Anita’s sweet dripping pussy … aren’t you the lucky one toy". "I would first like to see how you bring Her to orgasm before I allow you near My own precious cunt. I want to see how many times you can make Her cum. I will be counting toy. " 
 * * * * *
 With a knowing glance in my direction, Mistress Anita removes Her now damp panties and straddles your face. 

Steadying Herself with one hand on your belly, Mistress Anita hovers over you. Her fingers hold Her pussy lips apart as you strain to taste Her, but She lingers just out of your reach. Mistress Anita rubs Her soaking cunt. 

i feel the drops of Her cum dampening my cheek… i must taste and i eagerly stretch for a chance to satisfy my hunger. 

i feel as if i am enveloped in a fog. The only constant is Mistress Anita’s pussy, inches away from my yearning tongue, when i feel my arms, tugged above my head, and the cold steel snap of the cuffs. i am truly submissive to You now. Naked on my back, cuffed, with Mistress Anita undulating, forcing Her fingers into Her pussy, so close that i can not only smell but also taste Her with my outstretched tongue. 

i shiver, and my back arches as i feel a hand wrap around my cock. i cannot see, as Mistress Anita has planted Her wet pussy on my lips, but i know that it is You. What have i done to deserve this mercy, as You rub my cock from its head to the base of my swollen balls. i feel Your silken blonde hair, and the warmth of Your breath. Although i cannot see You, i imagine You straddling my thighs, bent over my cock, examining it, so close that You could easily swallow it. Your hair is cascading over my belly…if only my hands were not cuffed, i would guide my aching cock into Your beautiful mouth. 

Suddenly i am once again made to understand my position. i can feel the pain as you squeeze my balls. At the same time Mistress Anita releases a piercing scream as She reaches Her own orgasmic peak. 

You straddle my chest now. With Mistress Anita’s cunt so firmly planted on my lips, You force Your fingers into Her, raising Her from my waiting mouth. Embracing passionately, Your hands and tongues eagerly explore each other. As Your bodies grind together, i feel almost abandoned until a moan escapes, and i know all too quickly that Mistress has not forgotten Her cunt sucking boytoy. 

Suddenly, You are no longer on my chest, but have settled Yourself between my thighs. Mistress Anita is standing above me, mocking me, as you squeeze my balls and work up and down my shaft. With an evil look in Your eyes, You force two fingers into my gaping mouth. "Lubrication My boytoy", You chortle menacingly. Suddenly and without warning, i feel you invade me. Your spit soaked fingers stretch at my ass. i feel mortified. i cannot believe this and yet, as Mistress Anita watches, my cock continues to grow harder. 

Once again Mistress Anita lowers Herself. Although my mouth is not as anxious, Her firm grasp of my hair reminds me of my position, and i avail to serve Mistress. You are pulling at my cock now, teasing me, holding it between Your heaving breasts, and then squeezing my balls until i almost cry out in anguish. 

Finally, and without warning, my hot cum spurts across my chest. i am soaked now in my cum and sweat, in Mistress Anita’s cum, in Your wonderful juices, and in my tears of humiliation. 

Still cuffed, i wonder how long it will be before the cum hardens in a pool on my belly. My ass has been severely ravaged. If Your friend Mistress Anita had a cock, she could not have fucked my mouth any harder… and dear, sweet Miss Lizzy…. i still beg of you…beg you please, please allow me a taste of Your rapture. 

For now, though, i am at your mercy and in no position to barter.



The Replacement



Buffy, Michael, Xander, and Anya sat in Xander’s basement. The Michael and Xander were sitting on the sofa, with the Anya and Buffy sitting on the floor each in front of her respective boyfriend. They were watching TV, except Buffy, who had a book in her lap and was engrossed in it. Xander was holding the TV remote. Anya’s right arm was in a sling. 

“Wish I had something food-like to offer you guys, but the hot plate’s out of commission.” Xander said. 

“We think the cat peed on it.” Anya told them.

A Kung-Fu movie was showing on the TV.

“I do have Spaghetti-O’s. Set ‘em on top of the dryer and you’re a fluff cycle away from lukewarm goodness.” Xander gestured at the dryer.

“Hmm. Yeah, I had dryer food for lunch.” Michael said.

Upstairs they heard a door slam. 

Looking up, Xander said, “Ah, I guess the folks are back.”

They could hear voices yelling at each other. Xander, Anya, and Michael looked uncomfortable. Buffy was oblivious. 

“No, no, I was wrong. Just incompetent burglars.” Xander said but no one laughed.

There was more yelling from upstairs. Then there was the sound of another door slamming. Plaster dust from the ceiling drifted down onto Anya. 

“Yeah, maybe it’s definitely time to start looking for a new place. Something a little nicer. Buffy, you’ve been to Hell. They have one-bedrooms, right?” Xander asked.

Michael laughed, then noticed Buffy wasn’t paying attention. 

“Hey Buffy, how’s that book? Full of zippy dates and zesty names?” Michael asked.

Not listening, Buffy said, “I’m fine.”

Michael leant forward, reaching his arms over Buffy’s shoulders and placed his palms on the book pages. Michael was wearing a black top that looked like it was made from not much more than fishnet stockings, the sleeves came down halfway over his palms.

“Heyyy. I’m enjoying the studying.” Buffy said.

“Who are you lately? Give it up and watch the movie.” Michael said.

“I guess it has been a long day with the crusades. I can take a little break from the violence for some…” Buffy looked up at TV, “… ooh, fighting.”

Onscreen, the kung-fu guys argued. Their mouths moved and badly dubbed English could be heard.

“Incompetently-dubbed kung fu. Our most valuable Chinese import.” Xander said.

“Much more durable than their hot plates.” Anya added.

Michael leant forward to massage Buffy’s shoulders. 

“Just relax.” Michael told her.

“Mm… mm. That feels good.” Buffy said.

Xander looked at them, cracked his knuckles, and put his hands on Anya’s shoulders. 

“Ow! What are you doing? I have a dislocated shoulder!” 

Xander stopped rubbing. Michael stopped rubbing Buffy’s shoulders too. 

“I’m trying to concentrate on the kicking movie.” Anya told him.

“Hey! Rubbing went away.” Buffy said.

Michael started rubbing again. 

“Oh... sorry, I got caught up in the action.” Michael said gesturing at the TV.

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.”

On screen, the fighting continued. 

“Oh, give me a break! This is all wrong. See, first you would get the big guy, with a flying kick. Then you would take out all the little ones, bam, ba… see, now with the flying kick.” Scornfully Buffy said, “From a dead stop! What’s powering it, raw enthusiasm?” 

“Hey Buff, maybe you oughta leave the work behind sometimes. You’re not always on Slayer duty, you know?” Michael said. 

“It would drive you crazy if we were watching a music movie and they were all playing their instruments backwards and...writing songs all willy-nilly.”

There was more shouting and banging from upstairs.

Xander and Anya shifted uncomfortably. Michael coughed several times.

“And anyway, I mean, you know, you can’t blame me for being critical. Willow’s the same way when we watch a, a movie about witches, right Xander?”

Distracted by the noise from upstairs, Xander said, “What? Oh yeah, she’s all like, ‘What’s that, a cauldron? Who uses a cauldron any more?’ ” 

In a dark lair filled with steam and smoke demon was tending to a huge cauldron full of bubbling yellow liquid. Steam arose from it. The demon pulled the hood of his cloak back, he had brownish orange skin with cracks through which yellowish green ‘light’ shone. His eyes were sunken and red, and his voice was very deep.

“The last step in thy forging is my pain... the price with which I purchase... the death of the Slayer.” The demon said. 

He had some kind of rod or stick in his hand. He plunged it into the cauldron, along with his hand. He screamed in pain. 

There was a nice modern apartment building surrounded by bushes and grass, with a ‘For Rent’ sign outside. 

Willow, Anya, Xander, Buffy, and Michael walked down the hall. Xander wore a yellow T-shirt with a brightly flowered Hawaiian shirt over it. Anya still had her arm in the sling. Michael wore the same ‘fishnet’ top and leather pants.

“If you get the apartment, this’ll be your hallway.” Willow said. “We’ll walk down this hall, and we’ll say, ‘La la, I’m on my way to Xander’s.’ ” 

“Just warning you, Xander, I probably won’t be doing that.” Buffy said.

“Really? I will.” Michael added.

“Hey, we’re just lookin’. Rent’s way high, so don’t get your hopes all carbonated.” Xander said. 

“But you have references.” Anya reminded him.

“No, I have Albert, which is me doing an important voice.” Xander put on an important voice. “Xander Harris? An excellent tenant. And a very nice-looking fellow.”

Anya opened a door and they walked into the apartment. It was large and spacious. 

“Whoa! Big!” Willow said.

“It’s nice. And not subterranean. It’s very, uh, above-terranean.” Buffy said.

Xander looked less than thrilled.

“I want it. Pay anything.” Anya said.

“Xander Harris?” said a woman’s voice.

The real-estate manager entered, smiling at Michael.

“Uh, no, Michael Raynes.” Michael shook her hand. “This is Xander.”

Xander wiped his hand on his shirt before holding it out. 

“Hey.”

He and the manager shook hands. 

“Ah.” Was all she said.

“I brought my friends.”

“I see.”

“They wouldn’t always be around.” Xander said.

“But we’re clean and-and quiet.” Willow told her.

Xander looked nervous. The Manager looked uncertain. 

Standing in the living room, gesturing around, Anya said, “We can have the Scooby meetings in the living room, and-and Giles can explain the boring things over there.” 

Going into kitchen Willow said, “Oh, there’s a microwave! It would be like having hot and cold running popcorn.” 

“Phone and electricity are hooked up. There’s a private balcony, ceiling fan, closet space...” the Manager saw Xander opening a door. “And that’s the bedroom.”

Xander opened the door and found Buffy and Michael sitting on the bed, smooching. 

“Guys, you can’t save it for the bedroom?” Xander asked.

Buffy and Michael looked around pointedly. 

“Okay, good point.”

He walked away. Buffy and Michael got up. 

“I brought an application for you to fill out.” The Manager said giving Xander a piece of paper. 

“An application? I can’t just... tell you my references? Because there’s Albert.” 

“We run your credit check based on the application.” 

“Oh! Credit check.” Then nervously, to the others. “Little check on the credit. See how credible my checks are.”

Xander laughed nervously. The others laughed politely.

“And we’ll be asking for first, last, security, and a small cleaning deposit. The total’s at the bottom of the sheet there.”

Xander looked at the sheet. Michael, Buffy, and Willow leaned in to look too. Anya came over and glanced briefly at the sheet. 

To the Manager, Anya said, “He’ll take it.” Then to Xander. “Xander, go get the furniture, I’ll wait here.” Then again to the Manager again. “He’s been living in his drunken parents’ basement where something urinated on the hot plate.” 

Laughing nervously, Xander said, “Anya, can we talk quietly over there?” Then to the Manager. “Excuse us.”

He pulled Anya aside, leaving the other three with the Manager. They smiled nervously at her.

“Uh, we, uh ... we like the ceiling fan.” Michael told her, trying to make conversation.

“Yes. It’s very, you know, kind of old south.” Willow said.

“But without the unpleasant slavery associations.” Buffy added.

“But why can’t we have it?” Anya asked Xander.

Quietly, Xander said, “I told you, my construction job is ending, and I won’t have any more money coming in. And by the way, you do have your own place.” 

“So when I wanna visit you, I have to be in that awful basement?” 

“Not forever. Just until things come together.” 

“Which is when, Xander? ‘Cause right now, things are looking pretty untogether, and you can’t expect me just to wait around for…” Her voice rose and the others tried not to notice. 

“Quiet, please. Anya, what is this? What’s going on with you?”

Loudly, Anya said, “What’s going on with me is my arm hurts... and I’m tired... and I don’t really feel like taking a tour of beautiful things I can’t have.”

She stalked out. The Manager looked a little suspicious. The others smiled gamely. 

With a big fake smile, Xander said, “I guess I’ll just start on that application. I think you’ll like it. I’ve been told I have lovely penmanship.”

He took the application, put it on a counter and began filling it out. The Manager watched, looking sceptical. 

In the Magic Box Giles was surrounded by boxes, looking at one. 

To himself, Giles said, “Miscellaneous curses.” He laughed, picked up something unidentifiable from the box. “Brilliant. Be lucky if I don’t curse my hands off at the wrist.” 

He picked up the box, turned, and was confronted by the demon from the cave. 

“Oh!”

Raising his stick, the demon said, “The Slayer is not here.”

Giles grabbed something out of the box and held it up toward the demon. 

“Rabbit’s foot, no, wait...” he tossed it aside and looked in the box for something else. 

The demon knocked the box out of Giles’ hands. Giles gasped and held up a wooden statue about a foot and a half high. 

“That is a fertility God.” The Demon told him.

Giles looked at it in dismay. 

“Feeble man, you are not going to distract me…”

Giles hit him in the head with the statue. He reeled backward. Giles hit him with the statue a few more times, then the demon shoved Giles, and he fell into a pile of boxes. 

Pointing his stick at Giles, “You are not the Slayer.” 

Giles rolled over and looked up at him. 

“You do not concern me.”

The demon turned and walked out, his black cape flowing behind him. Giles watched, stunned, then let his head drop back onto the floor with a groan. 

Later on that day Giles was standing, holding the statue, making hitting motions.

“Like this... and this... and this...”

Giles took a step across the magic shop floor with every swing. Kaz, Michael, Buffy, Willow, and Xander had also assembled in the magic shop. Willow, Anya and Buffy sat on the floor with books in their laps. Michael, Kaz and Xander were standing around watching Giles demonstrate what happened.

“That thing’s pretty heavy.” Michael said.

“That’s Oofdar. Goddess of childbirth. She’s got some nice heft to her.” Willow informed them.

“How badly did you hurt him?” Buffy asked Giles.

“Well, hurt, uh... maybe not... hurt.” Giles said.

“Well, I-I’m sure he was startled.” Willow said.

“Uh, yes, yes, I’d imagine it gave him, uh, rather a turn.”

Grinning, Buffy said, “He ran away, huh?”

“Um, sort of more... uh... turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. He said I didn’t concern him.”

“So a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe?” Buffy asked.

Insulted, Giles said, “Well, I’m not dead or unconscious, so I say bravo for me.”

“Good for you, Giles.” Kaz said and gave him a friendly punch on the arm, Giles gave her an odd look.

Holding up a book, Willow said, “Some good demons in this one. See if your guy’s in here.”

Giles walked over to take the book.

“So you bought the magic shop and you were attacked before it opened. Who’s up for a swingin’ chorus of the ‘We told you so’ symphony?” Xander asked. 

Hefting the Oofdar statue, Michael said, “Owning this place does seem kinda dangerous.” He took a few experimental swings with the statue. 

Looking up from the book, Giles said, “Toth.”

“What?” Michael asked.

“He called you a Toth. It’s a British expression. It means, like, moron.” Buffy said. 

“No, Toth is the name of the demon.” Giles said and saw Xander holding a crystal. “Be careful with that.” 

Xander looked around at the others then put the crystal down carefully.

“Ancient demon. Very strong. Last survivor of the Tothric clan.” Kaz said peering over Giles’ shoulder.

“It also says that for a demon he’s unusually sophisticated.” Giles added.

“Sophisticated. So I should discuss men’s fashions with him before I chop his head off?” Buffy asked.

Exasperated, Giles told her, “They’re referring to the fact that he does not fight barehanded. He uses tools, devices. Oh, he’s also supposed to be very focused. And since he mentioned the Slayer, I think we know what the focus is.” 

“He mentioned Buffy? Where do we find him, and how hard can I kill him?” Michael asked. 

Consulting book, Giles said, “Well, there’s no mention of the types of places he might frequent, but...” he closed book and stood up. “I have an idea.” Giles walked around, talking thoughtfully. “He had a very specific olfactory presence.” 

“Well, I guess we’re off to the olfactory. I hate that place.” Xander said and everyone rolled their eyes at him. “I’m joking, I know what it means. He smelled.” Uncertainly. “Right?”

“Some demon rituals involve anointing with oils. Was it sort of... sandalwoody?” Willow asked, hopefully. 

“Um ... not even remotely. But he was very, um... distinctive.”

Giles, Xander, Buffy, Michael, Kaz and Willow walked along cautiously, in the city dump. Buffy carried a large axe. 

“The city dump. Where smells go to relax and be themselves.” Buffy said.

“People say they’re recycling.” Michael shook his head. “They’re not recycling.” 

Xander patted Michael on the shoulder. 

“I found a spell so you can’t smell anything, but it does it by taking your nose off, so... no.” Willow told them.

“That one’s difficult to reverse as well.” Kaz added. “Could spend the rest of your life without a nose.”

“Eew.” Buffy said. 

They heard noises and saw someone rooting around in the trash. 

“What are you doing here, Spike?” Michael said, shifting his crossbow.

Spike straightened up, holding a mannequin arm. 

“Oh, there’s a nice lady vampire who set up a charming tea room…” Spike said almost pleasantly. “…Over the next pile of crap. What do you think I’m doing? I’m scavenging, ain’t I?” He held up a small lamp in the other hand. 

“Very pretty.” Willow said.

Spike nodded and turned to put the arm and the lamp in a shopping cart nearby. 

“Spike, um... we’re looking for a demon, um... tall, robed, skin sort of hanging off. Deep voice?” Giles said, hopefully.

“You mean a great tall robey thing like that one?” Spike said pointing behind them.

They all turned and saw Toth standing there. He pointed his stick at them, energy flashed out of it and they all ducked just in time. 

“Take cover!” Michael called.

“Big guy! Kick her ass!” Spike called.

Toth fired again. Buffy and Xander ducked aside, and the bolt shattered Spike’s lamp which he was still holding. 

“Oh, very nice! I was on your side!” Spike angrily tossed the pieces of lamp aside.

Toth fired again. 

“Watch out!” Xander said.

Xander thrust Buffy behind him. The blast hit him full in the chest and he flew backward into a pile of trash. The others rushed over. 

“Hey, you okay?” Michael asked.

“I’m okay.”

“Buffy, he’s gone.” Willow said. 

“I’m fine.” Xander said again.

“Easy, easy.” Michael said.

Michael and Giles helped Xander up. He groaned. 

“He disappeared.” Michael said.

They looked around. There was no sign of Toth. They started to walk off. 

“That had to hurt.” Michael said.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Take it slowly.” Giles said.

They walked off. 

Unknown to them, among the bags, there was another Xander, lying apparently unconscious.

Scruffy Xander was lying in a pile of trash bags, yawning and beginning to wake up. With his eyes still closed, he made a disgusted face.

“Anya... you trying to use the hot plate again?” he said.

Slowly he opened his eyes, and looked around. He could hear flies buzzing. 

“Uh-oh.”

He got up and walked off. 

Scruffy Xander was walking around the corner of his parents’ house, looking confused and dishevelled. He went down the outer stairs to his basement door, tried to open it but it was locked. He knocked.

“Anya? Ahn?” he called.

He knocked some more, then kicked the door, hurting his foot, and hopped around in pain. He limped up the stairs and went to the nearest window. It was at ground level. He lay on the ground, wiped dirt off the window, and peered in. 

Inside was a person wearing khaki pants but no shirt, combing his hair in front of the mirror inside Xander’s room. 

Peering in the window, Scruffy Xander said, “Oh my god!”

The person inside looked just like Xander. 

“What? No way! Who is... me?” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

Suave Xander was putting on a blue button-down shirt. His hair was neatly combed and appeared to be wet. 

“What am I doing in there? Buffy. Need Buffy.” Scruffy Xander said.

He got up, tripped over his own feet and fell over.

Scruffy Xander was standing at a pay phone with the receiver tucked under his ear as he dug in his pockets.

Scruffy Xander said into phone, “No, it ate my quarter. Uh-huh. But see, I’m sort of having this aggressively bad day.” He pulled quarter out of pocket. “Ooh! I found a quarter! I found a quarter!... Well, ma’am, for me it is worth getting excited about.”


He hung up, put the quarter in, and dialled. 

“Come on, Buffy.”

He turned and saw Suave Xander walking toward him, looking very tidy and confident. Scruffy Xander quickly turned away and hid his face with one hand, then watched as Suave Xander walked past him. 

On the phone Buffy said, “Hello?”

Scruffy Xander dithered for a moment, then hung up and went after Suave Xander. 

“They hung up.” Buffy said.

She hung up and picked up an axe. She was in her bedroom. Michael sat on the bed wearing leather pants and a long sleeved, blood red top. Buffy moved toward the bed, where she put the axe in a bag with some other weapons. 

“Well, if this guy wants to fight with weapons, I’ve got it covered from A to Z. From axe to... zee other axe.” Buffy said. 

Michael looked tense. She walked over to him.

“Relax. Another day, another demon.”

“Right. It’ll be good.”

“Hey.”

She leaned down to kiss him. They continued kissing, and then they heard choking and gagging noises. Dawn stood in the doorway, pretending to gag. Buffy and Michael stopped smooching, looking annoyed. 

“My friend Sharon’s older brother knows a girl who died because she choked on her boyfriend’s tongue.” 

Annoyed, Buffy said, “Go away, Dawn.” 

Michael looked amused.

“I’m not in your room. I’m in the hallway. The hallway doesn’t belong to you.” Dawn said moving back slightly to make sure she was in the hall.

Joyce came out of the room across the hall. 

Moving toward the door, Buffy said, “Get out of here.” 

“Mom, I can stand in the hallway, right?” Dawn asked.

“She’s watching us like a big freak!” Buffy complained.

Joyce sighed and put her hand to her forehead, “This must be my ‘two teenage girls in the house’ headache. I thought it felt familiar.” 

“Good work, Dawn. You gave her a headache.”

“I did not!” To Joyce. “Did I give you a headache, Mom? I’m sure part of it is Buffy’s.”

“But part of it is Dawn’s.”

“It’s so nice you’ve learned to share. You girls, sort this out yourselves. It’s good for you.” Joyce left. 




The Replacement



Buffy looked annoyed. 

Smiling smugly, Dawn said, “She didn’t say I couldn’t stand here.” 

Buffy was also smiling smugly, “Hm.”

Buffy shut the door in Dawn’s face. 

“Ow!”

Buffy went back to the bed and straddled Michael’s legs.

“I’m so glad I’m an only child.” Michael said and put one hand on Buffy’s cheek.

“You don’t know how lucky you are.” 

Buffy put one hand on top of Michael’s. Buffy then pulled it away from her face and looked at it.

“Hey, your sleeves.”

“What?” Michael asked, a little confused.

“They come down over your palms.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t know, it’s kinda cute.”

“Mm-hm.”

“You know what cute leads to…”

Buffy pushed Michael, so he was lying down on the bed. Buffy leaned down and kissed him. Michael reached up to grope Buffy’s breasts, but she stopped him.

“Ah, good things come to those who wait.” Buffy said.

“And how are you gonna stop me from groping you?”

“I’m stronger than you, I can do what ever I like to you.” Buffy said and pinned Michael’s arms to her bed.

“Fine, two can play at that game.”

His undivine attention won

She deftly spun

From ‘neath His thrusts to writhe above

In ecstasy 

Pendulous She swung

As is Her limbs imbibed his tongue

To spill, as with his rod

The secret name of God

Michael would have continued singing if Buffy hadn’t shoved her tongue down his throat.

Spike was in his crypt, arranging a mannequin. The mannequin was from the waist up only; it had no legs. Spike arranged its clothing, then turned away and took a long blonde wig from his shopping cart and carefully placed it on the dummy’s head. He smiled slightly. 

“Very posh.”

He turned away as if to get something else, but suddenly whirled and aimed a kick at the mannequin. It fell over and its head came off, bouncing on the floor. Spike kicked it into the air and caught it. The wig was still on. Spike held the head up and gazed at it. 

“Oh, Slayer.” He rubbed his thumb along its cheek. “One of these days....”

On a construction site various men and machines were working. Suave Xander approached a rack where a bunch of hard-hats were hanging. He picked up the one marked ‘Harris’ and put it on before walking off. 

Suave Xander was wearing the hardhat, gloves, and safety goggles, using some kind of noisy power tool on a piece of wood. A guy walked up behind him. It was his boss. 

“Hey Harris!” He got no reaction. He yelled louder. “Harris!” 

Suave Xander turned off the tool, “Harris, right. Yeah.” 

“In my trailer, okay? I’m talking to all the guys today. The job’s winding down.”

“Right, I’ll... be right there.”

The boss walked off as Suave Xander put down the tool. 

Scruffy Xander was hiding behind a Porta-Loo, watching. He was still wearing the yellow t-shirt and flowered shirt over it, now looking extremely dirty. His hair was dishevelled. 

Suave Xander walked toward the boss’ trailer. 

Scruffy Xander muttered to himself, “Welcome to payback, mister evil-plan-face-stealer. You take my life, you get my being fired absolutely free.”

Suave Xander walked across the site, smoothly ducking underneath a big pipe being carried by two guys. 

The door of the Porta-Loo opened and smacked Scruffy Xander in the face. A hard-hatted guy, exiting the Porta-Loo, looked at Scruffy Xander as he put a hand to his face. 

“Harris. Where’s your hard hat?”

Scruffy Xander made a face and walked off. 

Inside the boss’ trailer. 

“Sit down.” The boss said.

Suave Xander did so, putting his hard hat on the desk. 

Scruffy Xander was outside, he was trying to look through the window but it was too high. 

“How long you work here, Harris?”

Suave Xander had something shiny in his hand, about the size and shape of a US quarter. He was turning it around in his fingers. 

“Huh? I’m not sure.”

“About three months?”

“I guess, yeah.”

Scruffy Xander was trying to make a table to stand on, by pulling together some random pieces of wood that were lying around. He climbed up on it and peered in the window. 

“And you haven’t done much construction work before this, is that right?”

“I knew they were gonna notice that.” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

“I have to tell you, that’s surprising... ‘cause your work here has been first-rate. Yeah, we have another job lined up in Carlton when you’re finished here.”

The shiny thing in Suave Xander’s hand was reflecting the light onto the boss’ face and chest. 

“You ever think about staying on full-time?”

“What? Why isn’t he firing me... him?” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

“I was thinking that I’d have you head up our interior carpentry crew...” The shiny thing in Suave Xander’s hand, was still reflecting the light. “… see how it goes. It’s more responsibility, but the pay is better.” 

Enthusiastically, Suave Xander said, “That would be great.” 

“Promotion? But I… I mean, he didn’t… Doesn’t he see the shiny thing?” Scruffy Xander gestured angrily at the window. This caused him to lose his balance and fall off his perch. 

The boss shook Suave Xander’s hand. 

“Congratulations, Harris. You and your girl should go out and celebrate.” 

Suave Xander said, “I already have an idea how.”

The For Rent sign had gone from the apartment building, that night. 

Suave Xander was filling out forms while the manager lady watched. He was still wearing the khaki pants and blue shirt, but now with a brown suit jacket over it. 

“I was going to call you, Mr. Harris, let you know your credit checked out fine, but… I really didn’t think you’d be back.” The Manager said.

Out in the hallway Scruffy Xander was listening in, crouching on the floor. 

“‘Mister Harris.’ Yeah, right.” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

“I’m sure you’ll like the building…” the Manager said, smiling, “… I think someone said you’re currently in your parents’ basement?”

“Right. There comes a point where you either have to move on, or just buy yourself a Klingon costume and… go with it.”

The Manager laughed a little more than necessary. 

“Well...” she said picking up the documents. “I hope you’ll be happy here, Mr. Harris. We’re certainly happy to have you.” 

“Thank you.” Suave Xander said, he was doing the trick with the shiny thing again. 

“And if you... need anything... day, or night... please. Call me.”

Suave Xander grinned. 

“I, um... I’m leaving my home number here...” 

“She’s coming on to him… me!” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

“Call me.” She handed Suave Xander her card. “Even for, you know… non-business stuff. Maybe we could, uh, do something?” 

“Please, lady, that is so not me. He’s too clean for one thing. And his socks are all matchy.” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

Scruffy Xander leapt aside as the door opened. He rushed to hide around the corner. 

In the doorway the Manager said, “Remember… any time.” 

She closed the door and walked off. 

Inside apartment Suave Xander was dialling the phone. 

“Anya, you there... Look, I know you’re still mad, but… I figure you’re probably sitting there pretending you’re not home but listening anyway.” 

In Anya’s apartment she was standing there in a bathrobe, still with her arm in sling, listening to Suave Xander on the answering machine.

“Am not.” She said to the machine.

“Look, I have something to show you. Meet me at the apartment. You know the one. Nine o’clock.” 

Anya looked conflicted. 

In hallway outside Xander’s apartment the door opened and Suave Xander came out. He closed the door, locked it with the key. Scruffy Xander came out from around the corner and leapt on Suave Xander’s back, yelling. 

“Yaah!”

Suave Xander threw him off and Scruffy Xander fell down. He got up and they stared at each other. Suave Xander punched Scruffy Xander in the face. He went down again, clutching his nose. 

“I won’t let you do this!” Scruffy Xander said.

“What’s going on down there?” asked a female neighbour.

“You can’t do this to me!”

Suave Xander turned and ran off. Scruffy Xander groaned and clutched his face. 

“Oh, man, I need Buffy.” Scruffy Xander said to himself.

In Sunnydale that night it poured with rain. Scruffy Xander ran across the courtyard outside Giles’ apartment, soaking wet. 

“No, no. He looked exactly like me.” Suave Xander was saying.

Scruffy Xander went to the window and saw Suave Xander talking to Michael, Buffy, and Giles. 

“It stole my face. We have to find it, and we have to kill it.”

Scruffy Xander turned away. 

“She sees it’s not me. Please, Buffy… resist his spell. Do this for me.” Scruffy Xander said and turned to look in the window again. 

“Don’t worry, Xander. Whatever stole your face, it has to deal with the Slayer now.” Buffy said to Suave Xander.

Scruffy Xander stared through the window in alarm. 

Willow entered her bedroom, carrying some books. A moment later the door burst open and Scruffy Xander came in, thoroughly drenched. 

“Don’t be scared, Will. Just listen. It’s me, Xander.”

Willow put her books on the bed, looking confused. 

“And I can prove it.”

“Um ... okay.” Willow sat on the bed.

“Let’s see.” Xander paced. “Stuff only you and me know. Okay! On my seventh birthday… I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn’t get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real fire trucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me.” He grinned nervously. Willow didn’t respond. He paced more. “For a while last year, I thought I was lactose-intolerant, but it was just some bad Brie. Oh!” He pointed at Willow. “Every Christmas, we watch Charlie Brown together, and I do the Snoopy dance.”

He began to do the Snoopy dance, wearing a big grin. Willow watched for a moment and then got up. 

Smiling Willow said, “Xander... stop dancing.”

“Aha! You called me Xander!”

“Xander, shut up! Why wouldn’t I think you were Xander?” 

“Oh. Huh.”

“What’s goin’ on?”

Xander sighed, “Okay. I woke up in the dump this morning.” 

“Xander, the basement isn’t a dump. It, it’s more like a really nice hovel.”

“No. The dump. The city dump. I got hit last night, fall down boom, woke up this morning.” 

“Nuh uh! We walked you home last night, remember?” Willow sat down on bed again.

“You walked? Will. Did I do anything weird? Did I wave any shiny things around?” 

“Shiny things, what are you talking about?”

“Last night, that wasn’t me. There’s a double out there. Some… thing has stolen my face, and it’s going around pretending to be me, and it’s hypnotizing people. It even got to Buffy and Giles and Michael. It’s over there right now and they have no idea.” 


“What’s intriguing me is that there are any number of demons with the ability to mimic a simple form, but, uh… this sounds like more than that.” Giles said.

“Hold up. Do we really have to figure out what it is? Let’s just go kill it.” Suave Xander said. 

“Yeah. When the impostor’s killed, the body’ll probably turn back into whatever it really is, and then we’ll know.” Michael said, 

“Toth!” Buffy said.

They both looked at her. 

“The demon with the creepy stick thing.”

Thoughtfully, Suave Xander said, “Toth.”

“It’s gotta be! He hit Xander with that blast, and somehow it allowed him to take Xander’s form. Couldn’t that be what the creepy stick thing did?” 

“Yes... I suppose, yes, yes, it makes sense. A shape-shifting device.” Giles moved toward his bookshelves.

“It does make sense. It must be Toth.” Suave Xander said.

Willow and Scruffy Xander were sitting side-by-side on the bed. He was wringing out his wet clothing. 

Angrily Scruffy Xander said, “It’s a robot. It’s an evil robot constructed from evil parts that look like me designed to do evil.”

“Uh huh. Or it’s Toth.” Willow said.

Still angrily, “Or, it’s Toth.”

“I was gonna look for Toth anyway. Guess now I start… looking for you.” Buffy said.

“Should I go with you? I… told Anya to meet me at my new place. I’d feel a whole lot better knowing she’s safe from this creep.” Suave Xander said.

Buffy nodded, “Go be with her. I, I mean, if you were out there looking for the double too…” she looked at Michael, then back at Suave Xander, “let’s just say that I wouldn’t wanna run into you and kill the wrong one.” 

“Good thinking. When you kill this thing, you better make sure you got the one’s who’s actually…” Suave Xander said.

“A demon. A demon has taken my life from me, and he’s living it better than I do.” Scruffy Xander said.

He was now standing and had his Hawaiian shirt in his hands. He gave it a shake to remove the water. Willow was still sitting on the bed, and winced as the water sprayed her. 

“Well, we’re working on it. There has to be a way to get to Buffy to… unhypnotize her. I’ll find a spell to snap her out of it.” Willow stood up and went to her bookcase. 

Sourly, Xander said, “Right. Whatever.”

Willow turned back to him, “Xander, you sound a little… “But I never help. I get in trouble and Buffy saves me.” 

“That’s not true! Sometimes we all helped save you.” Willow realized that was unhelpful. “And sometimes you’re not in trouble.”

They both sat on the bed again. 

“I’m just… another great humiliation.” Xander said and Willow looked sympathetic. “But this time it’s even worse. This demon, he’s like taking my life, and everyone’s treating him... Everyone’s treating him like a grown-up! Will, I’m starting to feel like…” 

“Like what?”

“Like... he’s doing everything better. He’s smarter, and...” Xander shook head. “I don’t know, maybe I should just let him have it. Take my life, please.” 

“Xander, no!” Willow put hand on his shoulder. “You’re just tired, and... and all soggy. That’s why it seems so hard, but you can’t let him just take your whole existence.” 

“Why not? It’s not like I was doing anything so great with it. When I get to the pearly gates I’m sure the guy is not gonna go, ‘Hey, what a kick-ass comic book collection, come on in!’” Willow was still looking sympathetic. “No, what have I got that’s even worth…” His eyes widened. “Anya!”

“You think he’s after her?”

“She won’t know. He can just... no. No way!” Xander jumped up. “No way. He can take anything, but he can’t have her. I need her.” 

Half disgusted, half smiling, Willow said, “Really?”

Desperately, Xander said, “He could be with her right now! Figure out a spell, something... revealy. I gotta find her.” He turned to leave.

“Xander....” Willow said and he turned back. “You already knew he was taking over your life, and... you didn’t think about Anya till just now?” 

“Hey, wait till you have an evil twin. See how you handle it.” Xander left. 

“I handled it fine.” Willow pouted.

Scruffy Xander burst into Anya’s apartment.

“Anya? An?”

He looked around. There was no one there. He noticed the answering machine blinking and pushed the button.

“Meet me at the apartment. You know the one. 9:00.” Said Suave Xander’s voice on the machine.

Scruffy Xander looked around, ran to a bureau, and started rummaging through the drawers. 

“It’s gotta be here. Where is it?”

In his apartment Suave Xander was getting together a bottle of wine and two glasses. Anya stood in the living room, on a blanket that was spread on the floor. A picnic basket was at her feet. 

“You’re lying. It’s a trick.” Anya said.

“No. Trust me.”

He walked over with the wine and put it on the floor next to the basket. 

“You really got this apartment?”

“I really did. And do you know why?”

Anya looked around.

“The ceiling fans? Very attractive.”

“No. It’s because I knew you wanted it. It’s all for you.”

She moved closer to him and they kissed. 

“Anya, you didn’t see me today, did you? I mean; we didn’t talk?”

“What do you mean? I just got your phone message, that’s all.” 

“Good.”

They kissed again, knelt and then sat on the blanket. 

“So... what happens next?” Anya asked

“Well, at some point we take off our clothes.” Xander said.

“I mean what happens next in our lives? When do we get a car?”

Confused, Xander said, “A car?”

“And a boat. No, wait, I-I don’t mean a boat. I mean a puppy. Or a child. I have a list somewhere.” 

“What are you talking about?”

“Just... we have to get going. I don’t have time just to let these things happen.” 

“There’s no hurry.”

“Yes there is. There’s a hurry, Xander. I’m dying.” 

Xander looked shocked.

“I may have as few as fifty years left.”

“Fifty years? What is thi… Oh, wait a minute. This is about this.” Xander touched her arm in the sling.

“What about the sling?”

“You haven’t been hurt like this since you became human.” Xander said and Anya nodded reluctantly. “Maybe it’s finally hitting you what being human means.” 

“No, that’s not it.” Anya said pouting.

“Yes, I think it is. You were gonna live for thousands of years.” Anya nodded again. “And now you’re gonna age and die. That must be terrifying.” 

“You don’t understand what it’s like.”

“Being suddenly human? I think I can get what that would be like. And we can get through it together.” 

“You can’t make it any different. I’m going to get old. And... you can’t promise you’ll be with me when I’m... wrinkly and my teeth are artificial and stuck into my wrinkly mouth with an adhesive.” 

“No, I can’t promise that. But it doesn’t sound terrible. And that’s saying something.” Anya looked somewhat comforted. “I promise you, Anya. Very soon you won’t be thinking about getting older.” 

They smooched.

Suddenly the door burst open and Scruffy Xander rushed in. Suave Xander and Anya looked up. 

“Get away from her!” Scruffy Xander said.

“Xander!”

Anya and Suave Xander stood up. 

“Xander!” Anya said to Suave Xander.

“Get out. You don’t belong here.” Suave Xander said.

“Anya. It’s me.” Scruffy Xander said.

Anya looked in confusion from one to the other. She started to walk toward Scruffy Xander but Suave Xander stopped her. 

“It’s a demon. He stole my face, he’s trying to trick you.”

Anya looked from one to the other, very confused.

“Anya, you know I’m me, right?” Suave Xander said.

“No!” Scruffy Xander said.

Anya looked at Scruffy Xander again and moved closed to Suave Xander. 

“What is it? Make it go away.” Anya said to Suave Xander.

In Giles’ apartment Michael was looking at a map. Giles was looking at books. 

“So you’re thinking we split up?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, you check the places where he might try and go and blend in as Xander. I’ll check the places where Toth might hang out.” Buffy told him.

The door burst open and Willow entered. 

“I swear, this time I know I had that locked.” Giles said a little annoyed. 

“Buffy, Toth looks like Xander.” Willow said in a rush.

“We already know. We’re on our way.” Michael said.

“Wait a second, how did you know about this?” Buffy asked. 

“He came to me. I-I mean Xander did. And he’s in terrible shape, we need to help him.”

Giles was reading a book, not listening to them.

“He came to us too.” Michael said.

“No. We each had a Xander. I mean… you didn’t have a Xander, you had a, a demon in a Xander suit.” Willow said. 

“What makes you so sure that yours is the right one?” Buffy asked.

“He knew stuff! He, he did the Snoopy dance.” 

Giles continued reading. 

“Buffy, it was Xander, and he needs us.” 

“Oh, dear Lord!” Giles exclaimed.

“Buffy, our Xander, did he seem a little…” Michael began.

“He seemed kind of forceful and confident.” Buffy said. 

“That’s not Xander.” Willow said.

“I said, ‘Oh, dear lord.’” Giles said.

“You always say that.” Buffy told him.

“Well, it’s always important!” Giles came forward to join them, carrying the book. “Neither Xander is a demon.”

“Um… is one of them a robot?” Willow asked.

“What? No. Um, uh, the rod device, it’s called a ferula-gemina. It splits one person in half, distilling personality traits into two separate bodies. As near as I can tell, Toth was attempting to split the Slayer into two different entities.” Giles handed the book to Willow.




The Replacement



“Two Buffys?” Buffy asked.

“Yes. One with all the qualities inherent in Buffy Summers, and the other one with everything that belongs to the Slayer alone… the, uh, the-the strength, the, uh, speed, the heritage. And when it hit Xander, I think it separated him into his strongest points and his…” Giles grimaced, “weakest.”

“But which one’s the real one?” Michael asked.

“They’re both real. They’re both Xander. Neither one of them is evil. There’s nothing in either of them that our Xander doesn’t already possess.”

“I still don’t get the original plan. I mean, why do it? The Slayer half would be like Slayer concentrate, pretty unkillable.” Michael said. 

“But the two halves can’t exist without each other. Kill the weaker Buffy half, and the Slayer half dies.” 

“So the same goes for the Xanders. We lose one, we lose them both.” Buffy said.

“He’s the demon!” Scruffy Xander said. Anya looked uncertainly at Suave Xander. “Or possibly a robot. Look at me. Look in my eyes. Can’t you see it’s me?”

Anya looked from one to the other, still completely confused. 

“I, I don’t know!” Anya said.

Desperately, Scruffy Xander said, “Please! Look at him! Listen to him! He’s all smooth! You have to know it’s me!” 

“Don’t worry, Anya. I’ll get rid of this thing. I’m thinkin’ this is gonna last about fifteen seconds.” Suave walked slowly toward Scruffy Xander.

Scruffy Xander reached inside his clothing and pulled out a gun. He pointed it at Suave Xander. 

“I’m thinkin’ less.”

Scruffy Xander pointed the gun at Suave Xander, with Anya behind. Suddenly Anya rushed forward. 

“No! Don’t shoot him!”

She pushed the gun so it pointed at the ceiling. Suave Xander came forward and grabbed Scruffy Xander’s hands and all three grappled for the gun. 

Giles car was zooming down the streets. Michael was driving and Buffy was in the passenger seat. 

“Can’t this thing go any faster? Ultimate driving machine, my ass.” Buffy said.

“We’re pushing 70.” Michael said.

Buffy looked meditative. 

“Michael, do you wish…” Buffy began.

“No.” Michael said, without letting Buffy finish.

“No? You don’t even know what I was gonna say.” 

“Yes, I do. You wanted to know if I wished you got hit by the ferula-gemina, got split in two.” 

“Well, you have been kind of rankly about the whole Slayer gig. Instead of having Slayer Buffy, you could have Buffy Buffy.” 

“Hey. I have Buffy Buffy. Being the Slayer’s part of who you are. You keep thinking I don’t get that, but…” 

“It’s just… I know how… un-fun it can be. The bad hours, frequent bruising, cranky monsters…” 

“Buffy… if you led a perfectly normal life, you wouldn’t be half as crazy as you are. I gotta have that. I gotta have it all. I’m talkin’ toes, elbows, the whole bad-ice-skating-movie obsession, everything. There’s no part of you I’m not in love with.”

Buffy looked up at him. He glanced at her. She smiled a little, then looked out her window. 

“We better get there soon. If Xander kills himself, he’s dead.” Buffy frowned. “You know what I mean.”

Michael nodded. 

The Xanders and Anya were still wrestling over the gun. 

“Let go! I have to kill the demon-bot!” Scruffy Xander said.

The gun fell to the floor, and Suave Xander grabbed it. 

“Anya ... get out of the way.” Suave Xander said.

Anya was standing in front of Scruffy Xander. Buffy and Michael rushed in. 

“Xander!” Buffy said.

Michael closed the door.

Smiling, Suave Xander said, “All right, Buffy. I have him.” 

“No! Buffy! I’m me! Help me!” Scruffy Xander said.

“My gun! He’s got my gun!” Anya said pointing to the gun in Suave Xander’s hand.

“You own a gun??” Michael asked surprised.

“Xander… gun-holding Xander.” Buffy walked quickly over to Suave Xander. “Give me the gun.”

Both Xanders stared. Finally Suave Xander held the gun up and gave it a quick twist with one hand so that the bullets fell out onto the floor. He flipped it shut and handed it to Buffy, who looked impressed. 

“Buffy, which one’s real?” Anya asked.

Buffy handed the gun to Michael. 

“I am.” Scruffy Xander said.

Suave Xander said, “No, I am.”

They tried to attack each other but Buffy stepped between them. She flung Scruffy Xander across the room; he landed against the kitchen counter. 

“Thank you.” Suave Xander said.

Buffy grabbed him and shoved him over next to Scruffy Xander. 

“Ow!”

Anya, Michael, and Buffy came up to examine the two Xanders side-by-side. 

“Wild.” Michael said.

“Yeah. Okay, Xander… Xa… you’re both Xander. And you can’t kill each other. Um, well, you could, but it would be really bad.”

The Xanders looked at each other. 

“No way.” Suave Xander said.

“He can’t be me. He’s all… fancy.” Scruffy Xander said.

“We can prove that you’re both Xander.” Michael said.

“Yeah!” Buffy said, then to Michael. “How?”

“Um…” Michael said.

“Um…” Buffy said too.

“Well, there has to be a way.” Michael said.

“Ooh! What number am I thinking of?” Buffy asked.

“I don’t think that’s gonna do it.” Michael said.

“Eleven and a half.” The two Xanders said in unison.

“Wrong. Oh! But see?”

The Xanders frowned. 

“No. We’re not the same. We’re all different.” Scruffy Xander said.

“Different properties went into each of you, but you’re both Xander.” Michael explained. 

“Different properties?” Anya asked.

“What different properties?” Scruffy Xander asked.

“Uh, uh, you know, uh, sense of direction. Good night vision, stuff like that.” Buffy said.

“Oh, but he has a thingie! In his pocket!” Scruffy Xander said pointing to Suave Xander’s pocket. “A shiny disk that stuns and disorients!” 

Suave Xander reached into his pocket, taking out the thing, “What disk?”

“Cover your eyes!” Scruffy Xander cried covering eyes with his hands.

“This?” Suave Xander asked.

“It’ll melt your brain!”

Buffy took the thing from Suave Xander. Anya and Michael leant in to see. 

“Look.” Buffy said to Scruffy Xander.

Tolerantly, Suave Xander said, “It’s a nickel someone flattened on the railroad track. I found it on the construction site and I thought it was cool. It’s not magic.”

Scruffy Xander uncovered his eyes to take the thing from Buffy. 

“No, I… huh. It is kinda cool.” Scruffy Xander said, finally looking at it, Suave Xander nodded tolerantly. “Washington’s still there, but he’s all smushy.” He looked more closely. “And he may be Jefferson.”

“Okay, isn’t anyone gonna tell me why there are two Xanders?” Anya asked.

“I will on the way to Giles’. Let’s go.” Buffy said.

They all turned to leave just as the door was smashed in. Scruffy Xander and Anya hid behind Suave Xander, grabbing his shoulders. Toth strode in. 

“Oh great. Rod boy.” Buffy said.

“I will not miss again, Slayer.” Toth said.

Standing behind Suave Xander, clutching him around the shoulders, Scruffy Xander said, “The gun! Pick up the little gun pieces!”

Toth raised his rod. Buffy and Michael dove out of the way, in opposite directions. Toth fired at Buffy and missed, tearing a big hole in the floor. 

“Hey, I just made a small cleaning deposit!” Suave Xander said.

Michael jumped on Toth from behind, making him drop the rod. He threw Michael off. Michael kicked him a few times (putting his kick-boxing to good use), then Toth head-butted him and flung him aside. Buffy came up and kicked Toth a few times, punched him a few times, then he picked her up and body-slammed her. She kicked up as he approached, catching him on the chin. She got up, landed a few more kicks and punches, and Toth went down. 

“Sword!” Buffy said.

Michael grabbed a sword from the bag of weapons and threw it to her. She caught it as Toth got up. Buffy swung the sword and chopped Toth’s head off, blood jetted out of the neck wound. Toth fell to the floor, blood still pumping from his neck.

Buffy stood panting. Anya and Scruffy Xander let go of Suave Xander. They all clustered around the corpse. 

“Oh, yeah. That cleaning deposit’s gone.” Suave Xander said. 

Scruffy Xander gasped, “I was thinking the same thing! Hey, do you suppose we’re both Xander?”

Suave Xander gave him a big grin. Anya stared at them. 

The two Xanders stood side-by-side. They were now dressed the same, both in yellow T-shirts and identical Hawaiian shirts, but Scruffy Xander’s shirt was all dirty whereas Suave Xander’s was clean, and Scruffy Xander’s hair was much messier. 

“Look and admire, ladies.” Scruffy Xander said.

They were in the magic shop. Willow, Buffy and Anya were in a row staring at the Xanders, fascinated. Michael was sitting on the steps watching, and Giles was on the floor making markings with chalk. 

Looking closely, Buffy said, “Look, there’s a scar there,” she pointed at Scruffy Xander’s forehead. “and there’s the same one right there.” Buffy pointed at Suave Xander’s forehead. 

“It’s all double.” Willow said pointing. “This zit, and this… kinda funny dippy thing. A-and this weird little hair that grows in the wrong way.” She pointed to Scruffy Xander’s nose. 

“Okay! Back off, ladies.” Scruffy Xander said.

“Psychologically, this is fascinating. Doesn’t it make everyone wanna lock them in separate rooms and do experiments on them?” Michael asked.

Everyone gave him an odd look. 

“Just me, then.”

“So… you Xanders really do have all the same memories, all the same…” Anya looked downward. “Physical attributes?” she laughed suggestively.

“We’re completely identical.” Suave Xander said. 

“Yeah, we checked out some stuff in the car on the way over.” Anya frowned in puzzlement. “Fingerprints!”

Turning to the others, Anya said, “Well, maybe we shouldn’t do this reintegration thing right away. See, I can take the boys home, and… we can all have sex together, and… you know, just slap ‘em back together in the morning.”

Giles tried not to look appalled. Buffy and Michael grinned. 

“She’s joking.” Suave Xander said.

“No she’s not! She entirely wants to have sex with us together. Which is… wrong, and, and it would be very confusing.” Scruffy Xander said. 

“Why couldn’t I have got two Buffys?” Michael asked grinning.

“Shh.” Buffy said trying not to laugh.

Getting up from the floor Giles said, “Uh, uh, we just need to light the candles. Also, we should continue to pretend we heard none of the disturbing sex talk.” 

“Check. Candles and pretence.” Willow said.

Everyone moved around getting stuff ready, except the Xanders. 

“It’s not like it’d be cheating. They’re both Xander.” Anya said. 

“Now, hold on a sec. If you weren’t putting a whammy on people with the shiny thing, how’d you do it? How’d you get the promotion?” Scruffy Xander asked.

“Well, I’m good at that stuff.” Suave Xander said.

“I am?”

“Yeah.”

“And hey, how ‘bout that lady, huh? The apartment manager.”

“How weird was it when she called me ‘mister’?”

The Xanders grinned goofily at each other. 

“We’re ready. We should do it now.” Willow said. 

The Xanders turned their grins toward her.

“What’ll we do if this doesn’t work?” Anya asked.

In unison, both Xanders said, “Kill us both, Spock!” They looked at each other and laughed delightedly. 

“They’re… kinda the same now.” Buffy said.

“Yes, he’s clearly a bad influence on himself.” Giles said.

“Hey, summon the goddess. Chant the chant. Let’s do it.” Scruffy Xander said. 

“Actually, it’s not that hard. Your natural state is to be together. Toth’s spell is doing all the work of keeping you apart. I just have to break it. So you two…” Willow took them both and positioned them inside the chalk markings, “stand right here. Side-by-side. We don’t want you to end up with two fronts, now do we?” 

“Are you sure you know how to do this?” Scruffy Xander asked.

Willow exhaled, “Here we go. Brace yourselves.”

The two Xanders closed their eyes and prepared.

“Let the spell be ended.” Was all Willow said.

Xander stood with eyes closed. 

“You gotta be kidding. ‘Let the spell be ended,’ that’s not gonna work.” Xander said.

He opened his eyes and saw there was only one of him. 

“Oh!”

Willow smiled proudly. 

“I liked it the other way. Put him back.” Anya said. 

Buffy raised her eyebrows. 

Xander and Michael were carrying boxes out of Xander’s basement. Anya was sitting on a stool reading a magazine. Michael and Xander put the boxes by the door, and Xander paused to look around. 

“Getting nostalgic?” Michael asked.

“I don’t know. At first it’s just a place, then you start to make memories, and… then you’re like,” Xander pointed, “that’s where Spike slept, and” pointing, “there, that’s where Anya and I drowned the Separvo demon. Oh!” pointed, “and, and right there, that’s where I got my heart all ripped out.” Xander shook his head. “I really hate this place.”

He and Michael turned to pick up the boxes as Buffy walked by. She went to pick up another box, passing Anya. 

“Anya. I see you’ve joined the non-sling-wearing crowd.” 

Smiling, Anya said, “Yes, I’m feeling better. And I anticipate many years before my death. Excepting disease or airbag failure.” 

“That sounds nice.” Buffy walked off carrying the box.

Xander walked up to Anya, carrying another box.

“Ooh!” Anya tossed the magazine aside. “Presents?”

“Not unless you want my collection of Babylon 5 commemorative plates. Which you cannot have. I just thought you could help carry a little.” 

“Me?” Anya pouted. “Buffy has super strength. Why don’t we just load her up like one of those little horses?”

“Anya. Please.”

Getting off the stool Anya said, “Fine. I’m just your slave.” Anya took the box and went out.

Xander watched her go. Michael watched too, while packing a box. 

“How is it that she can always make me feel Suave Xander’s left the building?” Xander asked.

“You two have your friction, but… she digs the whole package. It’s obvious.” Michael said. 

“Still, I do envy you sometimes.” Michael looked up at Xander. “I mean for the sanity. Not that I’m still into Buffy.” Then quickly. “Not that I ever was.”

Grinning, Michael said, “Hey, I’m well aware of how lucky I am. Like, lottery lucky. Buffy’s like nobody else in the world. When I’m with her it’s like… its like I’m split in two. Half of me is just… on fire, going crazy if I’m not touching her. The other half… is so still and peaceful… just perfectly content. Just knows: this is the one.” Michael smiled a little, then continued packing for a moment, then looked up at Xander again. “But she doesn’t love me.”

Xander stared at him, not knowing what to say. Buffy re-entered. 

“Got something else for me to carry?” Buffy asked.

“Uh, you can help me pack this.” Michael replied.

“Sure.” Buffy went over to Michael and kissed him. “Sure.”

They both turned to the packing as Xander watched.



The Replacement



I had my fingers dug into Glen's butt cheeks and my knees gripping him as best they could as he drove his cock hard into me. He was charged up that night and he had already made love to me three times and I knew the reason for it.

Glen had been after me for over a year to have sex with another man while he watched. He said it was because he wanted to see what I would look like in the throes of passion. He told me he could always feel it, but that he was too close to see. He wanted to be able to walk around the bed and look at me from all angles as I let a strange cock drive deep into me. He swore up and down that it wasn't his desire just to see me with a strange cock - he just wanted to see me as I responded. And then he would say:

"Don't you have any curiosity about what another man would be like? After all, you were a virgin when we were married. You just have to wonder what another cock would be like."

Of course I did, but having a fantasy and actually doing something about it were two entirely different breed of cat. I had been faithful to Glen for our entire fourteen year marriage and I intended to keep things that way. Besides, in the back of my mind I had the thought that what Glen really wanted wasn't to see me with another man. What he wanted was to be able to go after other women and my doing another man would allow him to say:

"You did so I should be able to do it also."

I let him know as soon as he started working on me to try another man that not only would I not do it, but that I found out that he had even sniffed at another woman I'd divorce him in a heartbeat. He swore up and down that he was not even remotely interested in having anything to do with anyone else, but I was never sure that I believed him.

It didn't matter how many times I said no he would still bring it up every two weeks or so and I kept saying:

"No way Glen. Not ever!"

Until that night. That night I said, "I'll think about it Glen. No promises, but I will think about it."

Not a chance in hell that I ever would do it, but I was so pissed at Glen for constantly bringing up the subject even though I kept saying, "Not only no Glen, but hell no!" I decided to jerk his chain and so I told him that I would think about it. Let him think that it was going to happen eventually and let his mind feed on it. Let him suffer the torment he would be going through waiting for the "yes" that was never going to come. It would equal the damn feeling that I got from his constant bugging me about it.

But pissed at him or not I still loved making love with the asshole and he was in fine form that night. He brought me off three times before he had his climax and as he pulled out and fell to the bed beside me gasping for breath I laughed and said:

"You aren't done yet baby, not by a long shot."

I moved down until his cock was next to my mouth. I took his meat in my hand and licked it like a lollipop and he moaned. I licked along the shaft, swirled my tongue around the bulbous head and then took him as deep into my mouth as I could. When he was nice and hard I moved over him and lowered myself onto his hardness and rode him cowgirl through two more orgasms. Then I sucked him hard again, got on my knees and let him take me doggie,

+++++++++++++++++

I was having lunch with Karen. Karen has been my best friend since the fourth grade and she and I get together for lunch once or twice a week and we usually went on a 'girls night out' every two weeks or so. We had no secrets from each other and I'd told her about Glen and his constant pushing at me to let him watch me with another man. She usually just listened and was non-committal, but when I mentioned that Glen was still pushing she said:

"So why don't you go ahead and do it?"

"What? I can't believe that you would tell me to cheat on my husband."

"It isn't cheating if he knows about it and approves. Think about it Julie. He would be right there watching so you would be safe and you would get to know what another man would be like. It isn't like you haven't always wanted to know."

"Yeah, but those are just fantasies."

"Some times fantasies can come true."

"They shouldn't. Besides, I still believe that the only reason that Glen wants me to do it is so that it will give him an excuse to go out and try some other dolly. I just can't believe that he wants to watch me do some other guy."

"Why not? From what I hear it isn't all that uncommon. One of the guys I work with is a swinger. He keeps trying to get me to join his group. Anyway, he says he gets a huge kick out of watching his wife with other guys and it makes their love life even hotter."

"I don't know Karen; it just seems too way out for me."

"Why? Think about it for a second. When we go out on our nights out together you dance with guys. You let them get away with feeling you up when you are out there on the dance floor and you like it. I know you do because I can tell from the expressions on your face. Haven't you ever wished that you could go out to the parking lot with one of those guys just to see what he's got?"

"Of course I have, but that's the fantasy part. As for being felt up - yes, I do like it, but only because it gets me fired up for Glen."

"Well don't get me wrong here girlfriend. I am not trying to push you into doing it, but you are getting more and more agitated every time you bring up the subject. You are either going to have to give in and do it or find some way to shut Glen down or your marriage is going to end up in deep trouble."

"You think?"

"I know girlfriend. Look at where you are now. Deliberately fucking with Glen's mind just because you are pissed at him. What next? Sooner or later you will do something that the two of you won't be able to recover from."

That afternoon at work I thought about what Karen had said and I had to admit that she had a valid point. I was fucking with Glen's mind because I was pissed at him. If he kept after me it would probably piss me off even more and I would probably do something else. It could escalate to the point where things could get really bad. But I didn't want to cheat on my husband. The argument that it wasn't cheating didn't hold water as far as I was concerned. I had promised to forsake all others, not forsake all others unless my husband tells me otherwise. I was happy with my marriage and I was happy with my husband and I did not want anything to change that.

Another thing that Karen had said was also true. I did think about what it would like to go out to the parking lot with the guys I let feel me up out on the dance floor. I thought about it a lot. I fantasized about it often when I was home in bed and I am ashamed to admit that I had even a time or two - bad me! - fantasized that it was one of the dancers when Glen was making love to me. And I did look at the men I worked with and wondered what they would be like, but that was no different than looking in the jewelry store window at the twenty thousand dollar diamond necklace and wondering what it would be like to be wearing it around my neck. Fantasy, that is all that it was - fantasy!

+++++++++++++ 

I'd made a tactical blunder. Telling Glen that I would think about it backfired on me. Where once it had been every two weeks or so before he brought up the subject now it was every day or two and some times more than once in a day. Some days I got it at both the breakfast table and the dinner table.

"Have you given it any further thought?" "Any closer to deciding to do it?" "Any chance that we might be able to do it this weekend?" "Come on Julie, you know you are wanting to try it. You went from "no way" to "I'll think about it." "Come on Julie, you know you are eventually going to say, "Okay, one time; I'll try it one time" so lets just go ahead and do it."

It went on and on like that for a month until finally I'd had enough. In a fit of anger I said:

"Okay damn you, I'll do it. I'll give in to your sick, perverted fantasy just to get your god-damned fucking whining over with!"

As soon as it was out of my mouth I couldn't believe that I'd said it. Glen sat there looking at me with a shocked expression on his face and then he said:

"You don't sound like you really want to do it."

"Of course I don't want to do it. I've never wanted to do it. I've told you that a thousand times, but you don't listen. You keep harping and harping and harping on it and I'm finally sick to death of listening to you so let's just do it and get it over with. You want a whore for a wife so let's just get it done. Do I go out and stand on a street corner and let someone pick me up and then bring him home? Or maybe we can go to a bar and I can let some guy take me out to his car and fuck me on his back seat while you peek in the window. Whatever Glen, let's just get the damned thing over with" and then I got up and stormed out of the room.

A week went by without Glen bringing the subject up once and I thought that he had finally got the message that I did not want to do it. That thought lasted until the following Thursday when Glen called me and told me that he was bringing a friend home for dinner.

"Make something nice baby. Bill is a bachelor and hasn't eaten a good home cooked meal in ages."

"Yeah, right!" I was thinking as I slammed down the phone.

Glen walked in the front door and called out, "Honey, we're here."

I walked into the living room in an old ratty looking robe, a pair of fuzzy bunny slippers and with no make up on. Glen looked at me confused and then he asked:

"What's for dinner?"

I looked at the guy with him and saw a tall, good looking and well built man of about thirty-five and I said:

"If you want to eat you can go fix something or call out for delivery."

I let the robe slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor exposing my naked body and then said:

"We all know what we are here for and it isn't dinner" and then I turned and headed for the bedroom. Once in the bedroom I turned and saw that Bill had followed me and he was smiling at me as he took off his shirt.

"Glen told me you were a fox, but even he didn't do you justice."

I looked past Bill and saw Glen carrying in one of the dinning room chairs. He set it down just off to the side, but where he could see all that would take place on the bed. Bill looked me over and said:

"I can't believe that I'm going to fuck you."

I sat down on the bed and said, "That makes two of us, but the only way you will do it is if you have a condom."

"I do" he said and he took one out of his pants pocket, opened it and handed it to me and then I stood there and held it while he finished undressing. As he pushed down his briefs I let out a gasp. He was bigger than Glen - a lot bigger - not only in length, but in girth. I looked from his cock to his face and then back down at his cock and then back to his face again. He was smiling and he said:

"I know what you are thinking, but you can handle it. Trust me on that; you will be able to handle it."

I looked over at Glen sitting on the dinning room chair and grinning like the village idiot and I think I saw his smile slip a little as I tossed the rubber on the floor and said:

"No way am I going to use that. I am not going to experience that tool with anything between it and me."

"Good girl" Bill said as he went to his knees and pushed my legs wide. "Let's see if we can't get you some natural lubrication." 

He ate me to an orgasm and then he asked me if I was ready and I told him I was more than ready. He got between my spread legs and slowly and ever so gently pushed his cock into my wet and dripping pussy. I had my first orgasm by his fourth stroke and then it seemed like I had one long continuous orgasm as Bill fucked me. He started out slow and then gradually picked up the pace as I pushed up at him to take him deeper and deeper into me. I moaned, I groaned, I screamed out in pleasure as Bill's magnificent cock pounded into me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Glen sitting there watching. He had his cock out and he was stroking it. Just as Bill moaned out, "Here it comes baby; here it comes" and let loose his load into me I saw a jet of cum squirt out of Glen's cock. I almost giggled at the sight. 

Bill pulled his softening cock out of me and I moved down and took it in my mouth and worked on him and got him up again and then got on my back, spread my legs and begged him to hurry up and put it in me again. He fucked me four times while Glen sat and watched, smiled and played with himself. 

After pushing his fourth load into me Bill settled down next to me. "That was fantastic Julie. That was the best fuck I've had in years."

I looked over at Glen wiping up his mess and said:

"That's the best fuck I've ever had period!" 

I saw Glen's head jerk up as I said that. I reached down and started fondling Bill's cock and he murmured in my ear:

"Too bad we aren't at my place. We could do this all night and then all day tomorrow."

"How close is your place?"

"A ten minute drive."

"Give me a minute to slip something on and we'll go."

Two minutes later I came out of the bathroom and found Bill already dressed and ready to go. As Bill and I headed for the front door Glen said:

"What about me?"

I laughed and said, "You can stay here and play with yourself Glen. I think you have been replaced."

The look on his face was priceless as Bill and I walked out the front door.

Once outside Bill said, "You are a super piece of ass Julie, but I'm not the kind to settle down with just one woman."

"Not to worry Bill. I love the asshole and in a couple of days or so I'll go home to him and I'll just bet that I'll never hear him mention seeing me with another man ever again."

"Not even me once in a while?"

"We will just have to wait and see on that, won't we."



The Replacement



The Baroness would be home soon. She was a realtor so her working hours changed day by day. I'd taken to eavesdropping on her phone conversations and checking her agency's web site for her open house schedules in order to have a rough idea of when she might return.

Starting with the second floor of the townhouse condominium, I double checked the bedrooms and bathrooms. The walk-in closet off the Baroness's bedroom had a large three panel full length mirror, like something you might find at a clothing store, and I paused in front of it to inspect my uniform.

I wore a French maid style uniform, black satin with white lace trim and matching apron. It had short puffy sleeves and the hemline was halfway up above my knees. A white ruffled petticoat underneath filled out the bottom of the dress. That, combined with a properly fitted bra and silicone breast forms, transformed my male body into the shape of a female.

My hair was shoulder length and had natural body so I was not required to wear a wig. Some lipstick and light makeup completed the illusion, though I would never consider myself to be pretty. My facial features were too masculine, and this late in the afternoon there was the slightest bit of beard stubble growing in on my chin.

It didn't matter that I wouldn't pass for a woman in public. The look was good enough to be a sissy maid for Baroness Maria, who was a lifestyle dominatrix. She didn't perform sessions for hire, but maintained a stable of male slaves to serve her various needs.

One of my black stockings had a run at the knee. I had learned to buy cheap ones, because such damage was inevitable when doing housework. However, if the Baroness were to spot that when she got home, I'd likely receive a flogging.

After making a careful check of the first floor, especially the kitchen, I went down to the maid's quarters in the basement.

While the Baroness called it the maid's quarters, it was really just a small partitioned off section of an otherwise unfinished basement. There wasn't even a door, just a few roughed in walls painted pink, like a little girl's princess bedroom. The space was furnished with a white metal framed daybed, covered in pink satin sheets with white satin throw pillows, and a small white dressing table with a matching stool and mirror. One wall of the maid's quarters was made of four white wardrobe cabinets, one of which was mine.

Opening my wardrobe, I took out a new stocking. Hiking up my dress, I unclipped my garter straps, then sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off my shoes. They were black patent leather, with thick heels about two and a half inches high. I could actually walk well in four inch stilettos, but I'd learned not to wear shoes like that when working as a sissy maid. They just weren't a good choice for walking on freshly mopped floors or going up and down stairs all day.

Once I had replaced my stocking, I checked myself in the full length mirror mounted on one of the wardrobe cabinets. At last I was ready for the Baroness to come home. Glancing at the small clock radio by the bed, she could arrive at any time. I decided to just sit on the bed and wait.

Staring across the small room at the line of wardrobe cabinets, I always wondered if all of them were in use. Did Baroness Maria have four sissy maids in her stable? The cabinets were locked, so there was no way to tell. Of course I had tried my key on the other cabinets out of curiosity, but it wouldn't open them.

I felt like I was going to doze off, which was actually permitted so long as my list of chores was done, when I heard a metallic rattling upstairs of the garage door opening. The Baroness was home.

Making it upstairs as fast as I could, I opened the door to let her in. Baroness Maria thrust her purse and laptop computer bag into my hands, and passed by me without saying a word. I placed those items on the kitchen table, and then dropped to my hands and knees in front of her. The Baroness placed one foot forward, tilted back in its high heeled shoe, and I got down lower to give her shoe a once over with my tongue.

The shoes were pumps made of leather in a dark burgundy, with the toes coming to a gentle point. The heels were about three and a half inches tall. High enough to be sexy, without looking slutty and unprofessional. They were an older pair and she kept all her shoes looking clean by having me lick them every time she left the house or returned.

She pulled her foot away quickly and presented me with the other shoe to clean. Baroness Maria was well aware of my fetish for high heeled shoes and enjoyed teasing me, making me perform this maintenance task but not allowing me to savor the smooth warm leather on my tongue.

After licking her other shoe clean, I stood and lifted my dress. She pulled at the waistband of my panties and inspected my chastity device to see that it was securely locked and hadn't been tampered with. I was required to wear it to prevent me from masturbating while she was away.

As was our usual routine, I then went to stand in one corner of the kitchen, nose to the wall, with my hands behind my back, while she checked my work. Baroness Maria's high heels clicked on the floor tiles as she made a painfully thorough inspection of the kitchen. Then she moved on to the rest of the house.

There was a long checklist of chores that I was required to do. It was posted on a door of one of the wardrobe cabinets down in the maid's quarters. I'd practically memorized it by now, and while the list was long, if approached methodically it was possible to complete well and on time.

The Baroness returned to the kitchen, pulled one chair back from the table, and told me to take my position. As I moved into place, standing behind the chair, bending over its back and grasping onto the edge of the seat, I saw the paddle in her hand.

It was made of a dark colored wood, and cut in the shape of a large old fashioned hair brush. She lifted my dress to expose my backside, and pulled my panties down to my knees.

The swats echoed loudly in the kitchen, landing firmly on my buttocks. Her technique with the small paddle was always the same. Firm swats at a brisk pace, alternating from one cheek of my ass to the other. The real variable was how long the paddling would last.

I didn't cry out, and though I squinted at the pain, no tears came to my eyes that might cause my makeup to smear. At last she stopped and said,

"Well done."

Baroness knew that I liked to be spanked, so that firm spanking with the small paddle had actually been my reward, and the only thanks I would receive. Had I made any serious mistakes, she would have used a heavier paddle, or worse, her cane. At this point I might have been released to go home, but Baroness Maria told me,

"One of my sex slaves will be arriving shortly, so you will have to stay a while longer. Now come upstairs and help me get ready."

In her bedroom, she callously stripped of her clothing and threw it on the floor, leaving the items for me to pick up. Baroness Maria stood just over five feet tall in her bare feet, and had a long mane of dark curls that spilled over her pale shoulders and halfway down her back.

Her beautiful breasts were thirty six double D's. I knew the exact size since I was required to hand wash her bras. Her hips and ass were well rounded, and though her body had some extra pounds, she carried herself with a confidence greater than any super model.

As she sorted though her lingerie drawer I turned down the silver and deep blue satin comforter, revealing matching sheets underneath. By that time she had pulled on a cami top of purple satin with black lace trim, and handed me a matching garter belt to hook together at the back of her waist.

Baroness insisted on pulling her own stockings on, black sheer nylon, but it was my task to clip the garter straps in place, making sure they were properly adjusted. I handed her the final piece, a matching satin and lace trimmed thong backed panty, which she pulled on herself.

I then followed her to the walk-in closet, where there was an impressive collection of shoes and boots. Colors, heel heights, and styles for almost any occasion. She dropped a pair of shoes beside me, and I got on my knees to slip them on her nylon clad feet.

It was a pair of black patent pumps. The sole had a platform that was perhaps an inch thick, while the thin stiletto heels were about six inches high. I always thought of them as her fuck-me pumps, as they seemed to be a favorite pair of hers for times when sex slaves came over to serve her.

It was an extra thrill to give the smooth patent leather a quick cleaning with my tongue, knowing she had been fucked while wearing these shoes on a number of occasions. Like a porno queen she almost always kept her high heels on during sex, and I thought that was incredibly hot.

"Christine, fetch me some wine," Baroness Maria ordered. As her sissy maid, she always addressed me with the feminine version of my name. I hurried down the stairs to the kitchen.

There were always a few bottles of a modest priced White Zinfandel in the fridge. I removed the cork, set the bottle in a bucket of ice, and then selected a single wine glass from a cabinet. The wine was only for the Baroness.

Although the sex slave who was on his way would have the illusion of a romantic encounter in her satin bed, with the Baroness all dolled up, it was his job to please her and nothing more.

I had just returned to her bedroom and was pouring a glass of wine for Baroness Maria as she primped her hair in front of her bathroom mirror when the doorbell rang.

"Let my sex slave in," she ordered.

Before opening the door, I looked out the peephole. I recognized the tall blonde man. I think his name was Carl, and he had served the Baroness on a few recent occasions. Perhaps he was her new favorite toy.

"Is the Baroness in a good mood?" he whispered to me as I let him through the door.

When serving Baroness Maria, I wasn't allowed to speak to anyone, let alone one of her slaves. I knew the same rules applied to him, yet the few brief times we had been alone like this he always tried to make some quick conversation. As usual I said nothing, and just started walking upstairs.

The Baroness was reclining seductively on her bed when we entered the room. I made my way to a low stool in one corner, and I sat down to wait for any more orders.

"Strip for me, slave," the Baroness commanded, and then took a sip from her wine glass.

Carl was wearing a shirt in some blue color, which looked as if it might be part of work uniform. He made a slow show of unbuttoning it and posing for the Baroness. Dropping his shirt to the floor, he slowly flexed his muscles, trying to pose provocatively for her. He wasn't a body builder by any means, but probably hit the gym a few times a week, which was more than I ever did.

Like all of her sex slaves, he was clean shaven, and had no tattoos or body piercings. Of course he had another required feature, which was very obvious as soon as he dropped his khaki pants. Though he still wore some boxer shorts, I could tell that he was getting aroused at the sight of Baroness Maria.

She had explained to me one time that she wasn't interested in finding just any man with a big cock. She wanted one that she felt was a good fit. About eight inches long and a bit thicker than average was her preference.

Baroness had pointed out months ago when I started my sissy maid training, that I simply didn't measure up as a man and would never be able to become one of her sex slaves. Although she had some uses for me in her bedroom, I think I was allowed to watch her with her sex slaves in order to humiliate me, reminding me of my slim five inch erection.

Carl was ordered to join the Baroness on her bed. He began to kiss her passionately, first on the lips, and then moving down to her neck. He slowly caressed her body, keeping his hands above her waist for now and off of her breasts.

When it came to sex, Baroness Maria was never in a hurry. Sex slaves had to take their time to slowly build her arousal. She took another sip of wine, emptying her glass. A quick glance at me was the only cue I needed, so I got up to refill her glass.

"Christine, get me nice and wet for this big cock," Baroness said, slipping out of her thong and spreading her legs.

I knelt beside the bed and she hooked one nylon sheathed leg over my shoulder. Her dark patch of pubic hair was always nicely trimmed, though I never had the pleasure of doing that task.

Whenever Baroness Maria ordered me to go down on her, it was my task to only get her wet, and not try to pleasure her, as that was a job for her sex slave. I always found it to be humiliating, being ordered to lick her pussy while she made out with a well hung stud. She would never know that the loss was hers, as previous girlfriends and even my ex-wife, had always been thrilled with my oral skills.

Carl was ordered to remove his boxer shorts and then the Baroness shifted her position so she could suck his cock while still being serviced by me. She never gave a real blowjob and would certainly never allow a slave to cum in her mouth. This was the final stage of her foreplay where she would suck and lick his cock just enough to get it completely hard and slick to enter her.

However, this time something was different. She was taking more time than usual and judging from the motion of her body and noises I heard, it sounded like she was stroking his cock quite a bit.

At last she sat up on the bed and pushed me away.

"I'll give you one minute to get hard, and not one second more," she scolded her sex slave.

The straps of her cami top had been pushed off her shoulders, allowing it to drop and expose her fantastic set of tits. I looked over at Carl lying on the bed, his erection only at half mast. He gripped his penis firmly and stroked it franticly.

Baroness Maria kept looking back and forth between the clock on her nightstand and her sex slave's cock, which didn't seem to be getting any harder despite his best efforts. Who knows what his problem might be? Performance anxiety? I wouldn't be surprised.

"That's enough," the Baroness told him. "Now stand in that corner. Christine, take your seat." I scurried off to my stool while a worried Carl walked slowly to the corner. Baroness produced a set of handcuffs and secured his hands behind his back. She then straightened her cami top and pulled on her thong.

Picking up her glass of wine and cell phone, she closed herself in her bathroom. Before long I could hear one side of her muffled phone conversation, but couldn't make out any of it.

"What's gonna happen?" Carl whispered to me from across the room. There was a real sound of fear in his voice. I didn't answer him. For one thing, I wasn't going to speak to him since it was against the rules, and also I had no idea. I had never seen a sex slave fail to get an erection before.

At last the Baroness came out of her bathroom. I avoided eye contact. She took a cane out of a dresser drawer and ordered Carl to kneel before her.

He walked clumsily on his knees, hands still cuffed behind him, begging for mercy the whole time. Maybe half an hour ago he had strutted into her bedroom as a stallion, but now he was a groveling weasel.

She slapped him across the face and told him to shut up.

"Your days as a sex slave are over," she told him. "I have another sex slave on the way and I'm going to cane you until he arrives." She swished her cane menacingly several times, the slim bamboo rod hissing as it cut through the air. "Consider yourself lucky that he doesn't live far away."

Carl was then ordered to stand up and bend over. He was whimpering with fear. Perhaps he had been caned by her before. While I enjoyed a firm paddling, caning was a real punishment. A searing and burning pain that felt as if it cut deep.

As her cane sliced through the air and left red stripes on his ass, I was glad it wasn't me receiving the punishment, but hearing his muffled cries of pain was rough. She paced herself, giving him several strokes of the cane and then berating him.

"Your limp dick is worthless to me," she said. "Sex slaves get no second chances."

Baroness Maria's cane sliced through the air several more times, cracking loudly on his ass.

"When my sex slave gets here you'll see what a proper erection looks like. I'm even going to let you watch me get fucked. In the unlikely event that you get hard," she sneered. "You don't have my permission to jerk off."

She began to cane him again, when mercifully for him, the doorbell rang. I was ordered to go downstairs to let her sex slave in.

Looking out the peephole, I was a little surprised at what I saw. He was clean cut and well dressed, Baroness Maria's normal type, but he was a black man and I had never known her to cross racial boundaries before.

"I'm here to see Baroness Maria," was all he said, when I opened the door. Some sex slaves try to stifle a laugh when they see me in my frilly maid's uniform, but this guy was cool just stood outside for a few moments until I waved him in through the door.

When we got upstairs, the Baroness was sitting on the edge of her bed mumbling some final demeaning words to Carl, who was still in handcuffs and kneeling beside the bed.

"Christine, fill my glass," she ordered. As I pulled the bottle from the ice bucket she said to the black man, "Taylor, drop your pants and get hard. I've already wasted my time with this slave," she pointed to Carl who was just looking down at the floor. "I won't waste any more of my time so you need to get it up now."

The tone of her voice was stern but Taylor calmly lowered his trousers and boxers to his knees and slowly started stroking his cock. He began to get hard almost immediately.

While her other sex slaves that I'd seen all had similar sized cocks, it was obvious to me as his erection started to grow, that Taylor was better hung than any of them. Within a very short time he stood calmly with his hands at his sides awaiting his next orders, his erection standing at least ten inches tall and extra thick.

"That's how it's done," Baroness Maria said to Carl, and then ordered Taylor to sit on the foot of her bed. She knelt beside him on the bed and bent over in preparation to suck his big piece of dark meat. Wiggling her ass in Carl's face, she said.

"Now lick me and get me nice and wet. Don't try to pleasure me since you've already failed me today."

Baroness Maria started giving Taylor's cock long slow licks, while a dejected Carl inched up closer to the edge of the bed and began to lick her pussy. As soon as Taylor's cock was glistening with her saliva, she took it into her mouth and began to suck him slowly and seductively.

From my stool I had a perfect view of the threesome and my penis was straining uncomfortably as it tried to get hard inside the plastic confines of my chastity device. Normally when the Baroness was with her sex slaves I looked away and tried to put my mind on other things to avoid this from happening, but this time I couldn't look away.

I felt Baroness Maria was trying to tease me, occasionally pushing her long dark hair back so I could get a better view of her lips wrapped tightly around that thick black cock. It seemed she could only take less than half of it into her mouth. Taylor gently caressed her hair and shoulders, and began to breathe deeply, clearly enjoying himself.

Once Baroness Maria's saliva had dripped all the way down to the base of his cock, she told Taylor to lie back on her bed. Callously placing one spike heeled foot on Carl's chest, she pushed him away from the edge of the bed. His work was done for now but it seemed he would be allowed to watch.

Baroness Maria straddled Taylor, firmly grabbed his thick erection, and inserted the tip into her moist pussy. With great care she slowly lowered herself and a let out few gasps that might have been a combination of pain and pleasure.




The Replacement



Her pale curvy ass and hips were beautifully framed by her garter belt as it looked like she was slowly impaling herself on that huge black cock. Baroness Maria only took about half of it in before pulling out a bit. Apparently finding a comfortable depth for herself, she began to slowly ride her sex slave.

Normally the Baroness would begin to fondle herself, gently rubbing her clit until she had an orgasm, and it would be her sex slave's responsibility not to cum until that happened. However, this time the Baroness kept her hands planted on her slave's muscular chest. Taking his thick penis a little deeper each time seemed to be all the stimulation she needed.

By the time she had taken him all the way in, my penis was painfully cramped inside my chastity device. Baroness Maria sat there on top of her sex slave, his massive erection filling her completely, and slowly began to gyrate her hips. Her breath came in short gasps as she moaned deeply.

Then she began to ride his cock at a moderate pace, nearly pulling out and then sliding all the way in each time. Her pussy now stretched to accommodate that massive black penis, Baroness Maria was wet with arousal, her juices gleaming on his cock.

"It's a little late for that," The Baroness suddenly laughed at Carl, who was still kneeling beside the bed. I looked and saw that he was hard. With hands cuffed behind his back, he might as well have been in chastity like me.

While I expected Baroness Maria to ride that big black cock until she climaxed, she dismounted her sex slave, mumbling some instructions to him that I couldn't hear.

Baroness Maria lay on her back and spread her legs widely. I caught only a quick glimpse of her wet gaping pussy before Taylor blocked my view. He entered her slowly. She tilted her pelvis and raised her knees up high in order to take him all the way in.

With her black patent stiletto heels pointing at the ceiling, Taylor began to fuck her, slowly and passionately, with long purposeful thrusts.

The Baroness began to make deep stifled gasps as her sex slave quickened his pace. I knew that sound and she was just moments away from a powerful orgasm. She ordered her slave to fuck her harder.

Taylor obeyed, violently slamming his cock into her balls deep, pushing her ass down into the satin sheets with each stroke. His dark skin was glistening with sweat and her nylon sheathed legs trembled as Baroness Maria let out a series of orgasmic moans.

She continued heavily panting as her sex slave continued to heavily thrust himself into her, repeatedly pounding her ass into the bed. I was certain that my balls were blue, yoked at the base by my chastity device, and my penis was compressed painfully inside.

Then her sex slave gave several deep grunts and slowed his pace as he came. Baroness Maria lowered her legs, stiletto heels planted in the satin sheets as Taylor's violent fucking slowed like a freight train easing to a stop.

"Well done," she said, faint of breath, and Taylor pulled out his dripping half hard cock. At this time I would normally be asked to hand her a small towel so she could clean herself, but this time she had other plans.

Baroness Maria got up and sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide in front of Carl's face. She grabbed him roughly by his short hair, and pulled him towards her dripping pussy.

"Clean me up, slave" she ordered. "Don't try to give me an orgasm, just lick up his cum." Suddenly she turned to me.

"Christine, show my sex slave to the door." Taylor took his cue, got off the bed and quickly began putting on his clothes. I only had a minute or so to watch a humiliated Carl lapping up another man's cum. A punishment I suppose that was fit for a failed sex slave.

I escorted Taylor to the door, knowing I would probably see him again, yet unsure that the Baroness could take a beast fucking like that except on rare occasions. A truly obedient slave, he departed without saying a word.

When I made it back upstairs, I was ordered to pour the last of the wine into Baroness Maria's glass. Carl was still busy cleaning her pussy and it was obvious that he was not enjoying the task.

On very rare occasions, the Baroness had allowed me to masturbate and cum on her high heeled shoes or boots. It had been an honor and a privilege, but with that came the responsibility of cleaning up my mess. To Baroness Maria that meant I had to lick my own cum off her shoes. While I didn't care for the taste and the slimy texture, at least it was my own cum. The thought of licking the Baroness's freshly fucked pussy while globs of another man's cum oozed out into my mouth was disgusting, and she was making sure that Carl lapped up every drop.

At last she pushed him away and commanded me to hand her a robe. I selected a long black satin robe from her closet and placed it on her shoulders. She stepped out of her black platform pumps and picked up articles of Carl's clothing and began tossing them out the bedroom door and down the stairway.

"Now march your sorry ass downstairs," she said to Carl. "Christine, freshen up my bedroom and then you may be dismissed."

Carl, his chin wet with her juices and Taylor's cum, carefully stood up with his hands still cuffed behind his back. The two of them went downstairs.

I picked her shoes up off the floor. The black patent leather was still warm from her feet, and I held them one at a time over my nose to deeply inhale the aroma of her sweat. Not just any foot sweat, but smell of her feet that had been in these sexy shoes while getting what may have been the hardest fuck of her life. The scent was intoxicating and I could feel my aching cock try once again in vain to get hard inside my chastity device. Despite the discomfort, and even though I hadn't been ordered to do so, I slowly and lovingly licked her pumps before setting them in their place on a shelf Baroness Maria's closet.

The satin sheets were in disarray on the bed, and the matching comforter had slid off into a shiny pile on the floor. There were two distinct wet spots on the sheets. One where the Baroness's juices had dripped from her pussy, and down across her asshole while she was fucked. I couldn't resist burying my nose in that damp patch, deeply taking in the scent of her musky arousal.

The second wet spot was smaller and at one edge of the bed, where she had forced Carl to lick her clean. He was downstairs now where the Baroness was giving him a vicious scolding. I realized I had been wasting time for my own pleasure. Knowing she would not tolerate that, I quickly stripped the sheets off the bed and remade it.

The new sheets were also of satin, but in a deep burgundy, with a matching comforter. I had to make the bed quickly because of lost time, but was able to do a neat job that would pass any of her regular inspections.

When I walked down the stairs and into the living room, Carl was on his knees before the Baroness. He was begging and pleading for her to give him another chance as her sex slave.

As I made my way down to the maid's quarters I thought he was an idiot. I couldn't imagine returning with such pressure to get an erection and satisfy her, now knowing what sort of humiliating punishment waited if I failed.

After removing my makeup and changing into my normal clothes, I packed my uniform and girly underwear into the laundry bag on the floor of my wardrobe cabinet. It was getting full so I would take that home. I was not allowed to wash my own clothes on Baroness Maria's time.

Back in the living room, the Baroness seemed to be in a pleasant mood. I'd overheard Carl leaving a few minutes ago. Without a word she handed me the small key to my chastity device.

With great relief I opened my pants and removed the contraption, dropping it in my laundry bag. Despite being flaccid, my penis ached from being confined while highly aroused. I might have to soak in a hot bath for a while when I got home, but I was dying to masturbate.

Remembering Taylor giving Baroness Maria the fucking of her life with his huge black cock while Carl watched helplessly, I knew I would have an orgasm powerful enough to rival any sex slave.