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The Incentive List

By: wabbit_season



Many thanks to M Duchess for her editing skills and useful comments. 




South East England
April 4th 1995

James could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for his fellow classmates to file out of the room. Was he really going to go through with this? What would be the worst case scenario? Detention? Expulsion? The police getting involved? Following the final perplexed glance over the shoulder from one of James' friends, the room was clear and he got to his feet and shuffled over to Mrs Parson's desk.

"Bear with me James, I'll be with you in two minutes," she said in her honey sweet voice without looking up from the paper she was scribbling on. 

After 5 years he still got a tingling feeling when she used his name. All the other teachers at his school -- predominantly male -- favoured the old-fashioned use of the surname to address their pupils, but Mrs Parsons preferred the personal touch, and combined with her soft vocal tones and sweet candy perfume it inexplicably made James feel gooey inside whenever she spoke directly to him. 

He had only just turned 18 and was in the final year of his studies before university, but from the first form right on through to the upper sixth, Mrs Parsons had formed an integral part of his education. They both joined the school at the same time -- he was aged 12 and she was probably in her late twenties, although none of the pupils had ever been able to confidently ascertain her exact age. The school was a private one for academically advanced pupils, situated in an affluent suburb of south east England and both he and she were fish out of water, but for very different reasons. He was a brainy kid from a poor background who was accepted on a scholarship, meaning he could compete with his classmates in terms of brainpower, but not in terms of social class or financial support. She was a modern young French teacher coming into an old-fashioned male-dominated staff room, and the arrival of a pretty young female teacher at an all-boys school sent the hormones of her young charges into overdrive, making her classes far more excitable than she was probably used to. James had notice her evolve her teaching style over the years to focus and redirect that energy into getting the class to respond to her and work hard for her. Something he only really appreciated as he himself matured. 

The one thing he always appreciated though, from the moment he laid eyes on her all those years ago, was just how incredibly adorable she was. Aged 12, he fell in love with her pretty porcelain face and soulful brown eyes. She was petite, little more than 5'4", which made her less imposing than the other teachers, but she was also uncommonly kind. Her speaking voice was so soft and comforting that it made it all the more shocking when she had to let rip with her 'telling off' voice -- a sharp and cutting tone that seemed to sonically stun the room into silence. Through coincidence and luck, James had classes with Mrs Parsons in every school year. She was his form teacher in the first two years, and since he started French, she had always led his classes, right through to his GCSE exams. And in that time, the way he thought of Mrs Parsons gradually shifted from 'smitten' to 'unrequited love' through to 'object of burgeoning sexual desire'.

That last stage was inevitable. Puberty happened. Voices dropped along with balls and the sensual charms displayed by Mrs Parsons no longer went unnoticed. No doubt even a vaguely attractive young woman would have earned James' interest at an all-boys school featuring a predominantly male staff. The only other female members of staff were either butch, menopausal or both. But Mrs Parsons was much much more than vaguely attractive -- at least in James' eyes. Bobbed dirty blonde hair; full pink lips; smooth, pale skin with rosy cheeks; and a slim but curvy body with those breasts. God, did James have a thing for those boobs. 

Mrs Parsons' chest formed the cornerstone of all of James' masturbatory fantasies. In whichever way they were modestly presented -- and they were always modestly presented -- James found it almost impossible to divert his attention away from them. Whether as firm mounds jutting proudly beneath a tight thick jumper or as subtly swaying globes encased in lace glimpsed through the thin material of a delicate blouse, they were nothing short of spectacular. Her small frame only succeeded in making them look even more generous, and if you placed all the minutes spent fantasising end-to-end, James had probably spent days imagining what they looked like unencumbered by garments.

James, of course, wasn't alone in how he felt about Mrs Parsons -- most pupils at some point would state their dishonourable intentions with regard to her in the privacy of the common room, but they kept it to themselves in her presence -- especially after hearing how she dealt with inappropriate behaviour. James was privy to one such occasion that reinforced the ground rules with regard to how far pupils could push things in her presence. She was usually so careful in avoiding accidental innuendo or any scenario that may give the bolder members of her class the opportunity to be suggestive with her in any way. However, during a lesson that touched upon constructing a past participle, Mrs Parsons was looking for an example from her class, and in a rare lapse of judgement asked Kevin Milton if he "would give her one." The blood drained from her face as she immediately realised her error, and Kevin, odious specimen that he was, pounced on it with relish.

"I'd love to give you one, Mrs Parsons."

The nervous smatter of laughter that immediately followed from some of the braver boys was immediately cut short by the almost supernatural shift in voice tone and poise that Mrs Parsons suddenly assumed.

"Kevin. Headmaster's office now. Saturday detention minimum, and you're lucky if I don't push for suspension. If I ever hear that kind of tone taken with me again, I'll have you expelled."

The whole room was frozen in shock for at least five seconds. Saturday detentions were held in reserve for the most serious of offences, and usually after several warnings. Kevin attempted a feeble defence:

"I... I... I didn't mean it like that. I..."

"Yes you did, and if you didn't then you deserve the detention for utter stupidity. Now go!"

And he did. And anyone who tried anything similar over the years got similar treatment. But James felt there was something special in the teacher/student relationship he had with Mrs Parsons, and it was a relationship that had convinced him over the years that perhaps he had her favour in a way that the other boys could only dream of. And he was sure he wasn't imagining it. 

Firstly, she simply knew him better than probably all the other pupils in the building; he had, after all, been taught by her every year for over 5 years. While most boys, especially once they hit a certain age, acted bullish and confidently around her, James had maintained his awkward humility -- originally out of his inability to be any other way, but eventually because he realised how well Mrs Parsons responded to it. Although she acted tough, James knew that deep down she must have felt intimidated by the hormonally-corrupted teenage hulks she had to deal with every day. She may have hidden it perfectly, but James felt her relax and appear more laid back when engaging with his benign geniality. And then there was... well, there's no way it could in any way be defined as 'flirting', but there was an ease with which she carried herself around James that made him feel as if he was special somehow. She smiled at his silly stories with genuine warmth, laughed at his jokes (when they were funny) in a way that a friend would rather than a teacher, and talked to him outside of lessons in a way that even his class mates had commented seemed overly familiar. And then there was the unspoken bit -- the bit that fuelled James' solo sexual activities to no end. With him, and seemingly him alone, Mrs Parsons appeared to acknowledge the effect her body had on her students in a way that made James feel special, and incredibly, achingly horny.

The first time James can recall it happening was in a 4th year French lesson. A written test had been set and pupils were allowed to leave for lunch when they had completed it. Four students, James among them, were still struggling to complete the task. Mrs Parsons was going from desk to desk helping the stragglers with clues and advice, and eventually got to James, who was separated somewhat from his fellow classmates on the other side of the room.

"Are you nearly there James?" she said in her maple syrup voice.

"Vocab's letting me down. As always," came the reply. 

James looked up from his page to engage his teacher in eye contact, but his gaze got stuck halfway. She was bending over his desk and her loose fitting blouse was doing a lousy job of blocking his line of sight to her magnificent cleavage. Her breasts were fully covered by the pretty white lace of her bra, but the shape and outline of her round, generous boobs was being presented just inches from James' face -- and he was unable to look anywhere else for what seemed like an eternity.

"I'm up here young man," she whispered, barely loud enough to break James' stupor. 

He immediately flicked his eyes up to meet her gaze, the blood rushing to his cheeks through sheer embarrassment.

"I... I... I'm sorry, I..."

She stood up straight and readjusted the neckline of her garment to cover her cleavage completely. At first her gaze was admonishing him, but her expression quickly changed with a half smile and a shake of the head; she was clearly taking some amusement from his awkwardness. She took up a different position behind him and lent in to speak into his ear with almost a whisper.

"You're too easily distracted. And the word you're looking for is 'parapluie'."

It took about six seconds for James to realise that she was giving him the French for 'umbrella' so that he could complete his final sentence in his written scrawl. He finished with a hasty scribble, shot up from his desk and engaged his gorgeous teacher with a final sheepish look.

"Sorry."

"Go to lunch," she said with a cheeky smile. 

Kevin Milton got a Saturday detention. James got an eyeful. And that memory was recalled many times in the privacy of his bedroom.

And it wasn't an isolated incident. There were several moments that any reasonable person would dismiss as harmless or accidental, but James was so desperate to believe that his teacher felt some kind of attraction to him, that he let himself believe that his French teacher might, just might, be gently teasing him.

For example, there were the infrequent but fondly-remembered moments when she would squeeze her body past the back of his chair in class, brushing her breasts against the back of his head as she did so; the way she once spoke freely about her need for a decent sports bra when engaged in an out-of-class conversation about their mutual love of running; and the way she then jokingly held her bust in pain as he later observed her running around the school field. Did these things mean anything? Considering how hard she came down on anyone else taking an over-familiar tone with her, surely this was a sign that James had a unique kind of relationship with the most desirable woman in the premises? If only it approached even a fraction of the kind of relationship he imagined with her at night. 

James was a virgin, but in his fantasies he had had sex a good several thousand times. And almost every single scenario had featured the beautiful Mrs Parsons. James couldn't recall anyone else outside of the odd Hollywood starlet that he had imagined making love to. She was perfect. And now he had concocted a ridiculous plan to try to make at least some of his fantasy a reality.

James was a science geek, and for his A-Levels he had chosen Biology, Chemistry and Maths. However, his school had high standards and pushed its attendees, forcing their sixth form students to do an extra 'half' A-level or AS-level course. Boys were encouraged to do something a little different from their core subjects, but James needed no encouragement to decide that French was the AS for him -- since Mrs Parsons was the only member of staff that taught at AS-level. His GCSE French result wasn't particularly great though -- a 'B' may sound OK, but at AS level only A-grade students tended to excel. And James' recent results were proving that theory correct. In his recent mock exam, just six months prior to the real thing, his effort had been so poor it had been scored a 'U' -- 'ungraded'. It was obvious why; his place at university was dependent only on the grades of his A-levels and though he excelled in the sciences, he wasn't particularly gifted when it came to languages. His private study and revision time was devoted almost solely to his main subjects because he found it easier and saw little reason to focus on his French. After all, he'd have to work incredibly hard just to get a semi-decent result. He had no incentive.

Mrs Parsons finally looked up from her writing and fired James a warm and friendly smile.

"Right," she said. "Is this about the mock results?"

"Kind of," James cryptically answered. "I've been thinking a bit about why it was so disastrous."

"Well I really don't think it's a problem with your ability. There was nothing in there you hadn't done before in class, and done very well. I'm convinced you are capable of getting a really good grade in the real thing, but you just need to put in the revision and the practice. I know it's hard with an AS to find the motivation, but it'd be a real shame for you not to get a clean sweep of wonderful grades in June, you really deserve it."

Oh, she was just too wonderful. James wanted to lean over and kiss her there and then. She was so kind, so supportive. So fucking hot.

"You're right, you're absolutely right. I was basically going to say the same thing. So I was thinking... You know Giles Mason?"

She narrowed her eyes with curiosity. "Yes."

"Have you heard about the deal his dad made with him?"

"Something involving a Jaguar, isn't it?"

"His dad has promised him a brand new Jag if he manages to get all A's in his exams. Do you know where he is right now? In the library. Studying. He lives there essentially, because, funnily enough, he really wants a Jag."

Mrs Parsons shook her head gently. "But that shouldn't be the reason for someone to excel; they should want to do it."

"In principle, I agree with you. In practice? I want to do well in French. Really, I do. But I've just got no incentive to work for it."

Mrs Parsons lent forward and clasped James' hand in mock sympathy. "James? I'm not going to buy you a car."

James smirked, then realised that the object of his affection was squeezing his palm, albeit for a joke. The electricity he felt seemed to power him to do what he never thought he'd have the guts to do. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"This is going to look bad. But please don't freak and please hear me out."

Mrs Parsons now looked perplexed. She took the paper from him, unfolded it and started to read. James' heart was now nearly smashing through his rib cage. He had done it. There was no turning back now. This could go horribly, horribly wrong. After apparently reading only one line, Mrs Parsons audibly gasped, her jaw almost hitting the floor. She quickly slammed the paper face down on the table and fixed James with a look of incredulity and, James thought, barely contained hysteria. It could have been a lot worse.

"JAMES! Do you know how much trouble this could get you in?!"

"Hear me out, please. You are the most amazing teacher I've ever had, and more than that I think you're one of the nicest people I've ever met too. I think you're incredible."

That particular compliment was expertly timed. The hysterical look melted into one of flattered affection. The incredulity was still there, mind.

"Now you haven't read it yet, and I'll warn you, it gets a lot worse, but I don't want you to think that I've turned into a pervert or that my opinion of you is low because I honestly hold you in absolutely the highest esteem. But more than that I also think you are an amazingly attractive woman and, quite frankly, stunning."

Mrs Parsons was trying to look impartial and understanding, but her blush belied the effect of the flattery. 

"James, that's lovely of you to say, but you can't..."

"Please, let me finish, then you can expel me, or call the police or, whatever..."

"You're not going to get expelled," she reassured, warmly.

"Here's the thing. I know there is probably not a chance in hell that you will agree to anything on that list. I'm not stupid -- it's all incredibly inappropriate, and probably illegal and all sorts of wrong. I get that. But if I leave this room thinking that there's a chance -- just a chance, no matter how remote -- that any of that might come true, then I would have the biggest incentive in the world to work my arse off for this exam."

James mentally commended himself. He was good with words anyway, but this speech had been rehearsed over a hundred times, and he was delivering it perfectly, with just the right amount of awkward humility. And it seemed to be working, because Mrs Parsons actually appeared to be considering what he was saying. She puffed out a sharp breath and picked the paper back up to carry on reading.

"The only thing that would remove the incentive for me to crack this exam would be if you looked me in the eye and said 'James, there is no way on Earth that any of this will ever happen'. Or reported me. Both those things would kind of be definitive."

As Mrs Parson continued to read her eyes widened more and more and more, until James was worried her eyeballs would pop out. He knew why. The contents of the list were burned on his brain:

Incentives for achieving the following grades:

E = Play with breasts through clothes

D = Play with exposed breasts -- hands only

C = Play with exposed breasts -- hands and mouth

B = As per C but with climax on breasts

A = Tit wank to climax

Mrs Parsons threw herself back in her chair with exasperation and then, much to James' encouragement and amusement, burst into laughter.

"James," she cackled, "You can't hand a female member of staff a piece of paper with the phrase 'tit wank' on it."

This made James start to laugh too. It was the emotional release he needed, relaxing him into the final stages of negotiation. 

"Like I said, this is pie in the sky, I know it is, and I'm glad you haven't completely freaked out..."

"Oh I'm freaked out," she interrupted.

"Fine, be freaked out, but I guarantee if you let me leave this room thinking that that list could really be what those grades represent, I will nail this exam. And if I do, if I get a decent grade, you can come up to me on results day and say 'Well done James, but of course I'm not going to do a single bloody thing on that list'. Just don't say it now."

James raised an enquiring eyebrow at his teacher. She had stopped laughing and was actually thinking through everything he had just said. After what seemed like an age, she spoke.

"Right. I think, we forget that this conversation happened, and that you go and catch your bus home." 

She folded the piece of paper as you would a letter. James held out a hand to accept its receipt. 

"I'm really sorry," James offered.

She fixed him with an ambiguous stare then fired the cheeky smile that made the whole ordeal worth it. "I think I'll keep hold of this."

She didn't say "No." He gave her every opportunity to state categorically that this was not going to happen, and she didn't do so. She had left the possibility open. Of course this may have been to provide the false hope that James had implored he needed -- and indeed this was obviously the most likely scenario -- but another equally feasible scenario was that Mrs Parsons would have gone ballistic and had him expelled. And that didn't happen. The chance, microscopic as it was, that Mrs Parsons would reward a good grade by indulging James' tit-based sexual fantasies was still alive. And the incentive worked. Over the next few months James practiced and rehearsed his French with a determination and aptitude that had thus far deserted him. And whenever he felt his concentration lapse, whenever he had finished revision for his core subjects and considered skipping the language skills, he would picture Mrs Parsons topless, letting him touch her in all sorts of ways, and it would give him all the reason he needed. 


The Incentive List Ch. 02



South East England
August 25th 1996



"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Mrs Parsons, or Sarah as she now insisted on being called, held up a folded piece of paper and waved it at James. They had met for drinks several times since the infamous sexual escapade at the end of term, always during one of James' visits home from University, and he couldn't remember her ever being as excited as she was tonight. Every time they had met it had been a fantastic night: full of laughs, saucy conversation and an ungodly amount of flirting, but much to James' frustration no evening had ever ended in any kind of physical interaction. She always dressed fairly modestly for their 'dates', but James knew what kind of body was unjustly hidden underneath her layers of clothing and desperately wanted to familiarise himself with it again - but Sarah would never entertain his suggestions of after-drinks intimacy. She had spelled out exactly why during their very first date after the shower incident.

"It will never be as good," she lamented. "We both know that. It was wish fulfilment. I got to seduce a naive and inexperienced student and you got to fuck the teacher you had fantasised about for 5-odd years. We're never going to top that. And I want to remember it for what it was. And I do remember it James; an awful lot."

So did James. He had enjoyed a couple of sexual encounters during his first year at university, but nothing as amazing as that first time, and with no one as stunning as Sarah – certainly no one as well-endowed. He was still a shy young man, not the cocksure kind of bloke that could easily flirt with his fellow students and get glamorous stunners into his bed. He had managed to charm a couple of bookish girls into several bouts of sexual exploration, and he had enjoyed them very much, but the image of Sarah's cum-soaked breasts sitting below the filthy look on her face was a hard one to shift, and every sexual tryst paled in comparison. James had shared these frustrations with Sarah at their meetings, and she had even admitted that her sex life had felt a little tame since their erotic coupling, but she was adamant that casual sex would tarnish the memory of their realised fantasies. James just had to settle for the incredibly intimate chats they had instead. But it was at their most recent get-together that Sarah had hit upon an idea that she thought could recapture the magic of James' incentive list.

"I was thinking about what you did – you know with your list," she said enigmatically. 

"What about it?"

"It was nothing to do with the grades, was it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I feel a bit stupid for not thinking of it like this before, but you didn't use the incentive to see my tits to get a good grade, did you? You used the excuse of needing a good grade to talk me into showing you my tits. You basically thought up a very clever plan that offered the slim possibility of making a fantasy come true."

"Well I thought if I had just asked for a titty fuck after school one day, you might have refused," James intoned with mock seriousness. Sarah guffawed in response.

"But that's the thing, of course I would have. Refused, I mean. In that scenario I would have thought you were a total creep, I probably would have felt I had to tell someone, I would have been panicking about my career... I mean I wouldn't have just been able to let that stand."

"Fuck. Well I'm glad I didn't do that then." James felt a little sobered by the assertion. Sarah seemed to notice his unease and held out a warm hand for his own to clasp.

"But in your absolute genius," she continued, "You created a scenario that kind of made sense. That felt safe. That was actually kind of sweet and adorable. The whole thing could be denied or refuted or ignored... well right up until the point I tit fucked you in the shower room, anyway."

"What are you getting at?" James wondered out loud.

"You made your fantasy come true. With a lot of thought and a bit of ingenuity, you came up with a plan that actually made it come true. And I'm thinking maybe we could engineer a few more."

James pondered what she was saying for a short moment.

"Well the fact that it was your fantasy too probably helped," he offered.

"Sure, I met you halfway. But you came up with that plan all on your own. If there's two of us - two horny geniuses; one boy, one girl - we could come up with some of our own, couldn't we?"

"Why do we need to come up with clever plans to do stuff with each other?"

"We don't, you idiot." She slapped him upside the head with a beer mat. "Like I said, it would be easy to go back to mine and fuck each other, but that's not the fun part..."

"I think it would be pretty fun."

"It would be pretty fun, but it wouldn't be amazing. You know what made our session in the shower so amazing?"

"The anticipation."

"Exactly! The anticipation! I was thinking about 'results day' from the moment you gave me that list. I fantasised about holding up my end of the bargain a hundred times over. And the feeling of your plan coming to fruition, of us reaping the rewards of all your twisted little machinations..."

"Alright, steady on. So what specifically are you suggesting?"

"Let's write another list. Of fantasies. Of things we've always wanted to do that maybe we can't do with a girlfriend or a boyfriend. Things like... you know, getting a tit fuck from your teacher. You write one, I'll write one; we'll compare notes, try to work out ways of... you know... making them come true."

As they continued to chat James slowly started to acknowledge the potential rewards of having a filthy partner-in-crime that he could collaborate with to fuel their respective fantasies. They went their separate ways with James' head full of new sexual possibilities

Over the course of the next seven days, James became almost obsessive in concocting the contents of his list. His fantasies before his encounter with Sarah had been almost entirely dominated by situations involving his beloved teacher, but in the following year he had imagined and masturbated to a much greater variety of mental scenarios. He found that his solo activities were far more satisfying and enjoyable when he imagined situations that were grounded and within the realms of possibility. Picturing him seducing Phoebe Cates into an indecent act on a tropical beach was stimulating, sure, but not all that plausible. Catching a busty flat mate undressing in their shared accommodation was much more feasible - and therefore more of a turn on. Sarah's proposed evolution of the incentive list was perfect for him, because it demanded feasible scenarios that could be engineered with a little guile and planning. James' dirty mind went into overdrive as he imagined all the sordid things he could accomplish with the help of a willing and like-minded female accomplice. The ideas came thick and fast. And so did he, on an almost nightly basis.

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"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Sarah could hardly contain her excitement when they met a week later. James was embarrassed to see that he had several pages of A4 paper covered in ink compared with the one neatly-typed page in Sarah's hand, but was nonetheless eager to swap notes.

Sipping on her large glass of wine, which James had managed to secure at the bar before an erection had taken hold, Sarah carefully studied the list, occasionally smirking, occasionally letting out sounds of approval. Sarah's list made for equally stimulating reading. A dozen different scenarios were simultaneously bouncing around in James' head and three times as many possible ways to help bring them to fruition for his filthy companion. James wasn't stupid; he knew that the more instrumental he was in making these fantasies a reality for Sarah, the harder she would work to do the same for him. He figured it was his turn to do her a favour considering the treat that had started all this, but Sarah refuted the logic.

"You came up with the first plan. My turn to come up with one for you," she insisted. James wasn't about to persuade her otherwise.

"Anything catch your eye?" he asked.

"Explain this one to me a bit more".

Sarah lifted the second page towards James and held a perfectly painted nail against James' fifth entry on the list titled 'fake masseuse'.

"I went on holiday last year with my parents," began James. "Just after the exam results actually. A very nice resort in Spain. And they had this hotel spa where I booked a massage. And it was really full on and intimate - I was completely naked under the towel and this woman was rubbing almost every inch of me with oil."

"Mmmmm, was she hot?"

"No, she was about 50 and had a moustache."

"Oh."

"But the point is, after I had finished I saw another woman in a towel go into another room for a massage and she really was hot. And a male masseuse followed her in! I remember thinking, 'wow, if only I could get in with the spa staff and get them to let me pretend to be a masseuse'. I'd have waited until a foxy client came in and spent 60 minutes with my hands all over her. And she's on vacation - she's not going to know that I'm not staff!"

"Interesting..."

"Of course I'm not trained. I'd probably be found out after 10 minutes of rubbing the wrong muscles."

"Not to mention the disproportionately large amount of time you'd spend on the tits."

"Well yeah, there's that too," James acknowledged with a chuckle. "I guess I'd have to pace myself."

Sarah pondered and was silent for a minute or so as James nursed his beer. Finally she looked up and fixed him with one of her trademark dirty smiles.

"A plan is forming," she declared cryptically.

The conversation then moved on to other entries in the list and eventually onto the intriguing fantasies typed by Sarah. They chatted and drank and flirted well past closing time, the landlord seemingly rewarding them for their custom by leaving them be and letting them order from the bar long after the pub had closed - what the British lovingly call a 'lock-in'. The seeds they planted in each other's minds that evening would bear sensual fruit for many years to come.

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A little under two weeks later, James received a call at his parents' house where he was staying for the summer while they cruised around the Mediterranean. He desperately hoped it was Sarah - he hadn't heard a peep from her since the lock-in and was desperate to share his thoughts about her list. But the youthful, slightly posh voice on the other end of the line was wasn't hers.

"Oh, hi there. Is that James?" said the young woman in an upbeat, genial tone that immediately sat well him.

"Er, yes it is. Who's that?"

"My name's Emma. I was given your number by Sarah Parsons. I'd like to book you in for a massage if I can?"

James froze. Usually so good thinking on his feet, he had a minor panic attack at being so woefully underprepared for this opportunity.

"Oh I'm sorry, I've got the wrong number haven't I?" she offered.

Faced with the fear of letting this chance slip through his fingers, James' brain finally kicked into gear.

"No no. You've got the right number. Sorry, the receiver was playing up. Did you say Sarah Parsons?"

"Yes, she was eulogising about her sessions with you so I thought I'd book one too."

"I'd be happy to. Emma, I don't have my diary with me right now, would you mind if I called you back later today to arrange a time?"

"No of course not. Sorry, it is a bit early isn't it? Have you got a pen?"

James jotted down her number and promised to call back as soon as he could. She gushed with thanks and put the phone down. James replaced the receiver and stood in shock for a while before being startled back into lucidity by the phone ringing yet again.

"Hi James, it's Sarah. Thought I'd better give you some warning that you might be getting a phone call from a lovely young lady in the next few days."

"You're a bit late. I've just got off the phone with her now."

"Oh Shit, have we blown it?"

"No, I blagged it. Told her I'd call her back when I found my diary. Who is she? What did you tell her?"

"God she's keen. I only gave her your number this morning. Call her back and tell her 7.00 Wednesday evening at the nurse's office at our school. I'll fill you in on the rest later. Meet me at Gino's for lunch."

James returned Emma's call and confirmed the appointment, careful to avoid engaging her in conversation in case he contradicted whatever Sarah had told her. In the brief exchange she sounded bubbly and sweet and James started imagining what she might look like.

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At a local Italian cafe later that day, Sarah went through the details and revealed the extent of her planning.

"You know this running club I do with some of the sixth formers at Percy Forks?" she began.

Sir Percival Faulkner's school for girls was located just a short way down the road from James' old school. Another private establishment for well-to-do brain boxes, the two academic establishments were separate entities but they often collaborated in subjects such as music, drama and in some sports.

"Oh God, how old is she?" James queried.

"Don't worry, she's 18. Just finished her exams. Bit worried about university I think... interacting with all those young men after 7 years at a girls school."

Sarah gave James a trademark fruity look. He was intrigued.

"Go on," he said.

"Well, we all meet to go running about twice a week, and I've got to know some of them quite well. We even go out for drinks after the evening run sometimes. The ones who are old enough anyway. And I've been mentioning this wonderful guy who gives me a full body massage every once in a while. That he's young and sweet and training to be a physiotherapist and is offering cut price massage sessions to help him practice and train. That he's not yet qualified or experienced enough to do deep tissue techniques, but that it's such a relaxing and sensual hour that it really doesn't matter."

"That is absolutely genius," James marvelled.

"And you got a whole-hearted recommendation from me. I mentioned you to all the girls I thought you might be interested in getting your hands on, but this girl Emma was the only one I gave your number to."

"Why her?"

"Well, first off she's got a body I really think you'll appreciate rubbing oil into. I've checked her out in the changing room showers, and I think I've got a pretty good idea of what you're into. But mainly it's because of the way she reacted when I subtly suggested the more 'sensual' aspects of the massage. I think she'll be, shall we say, a little more receptive to your touch?"

James was developing a crushing erection just hearing about this.

"We need to set up the first aid room to be more like a spa. I can do that. Candles and a tape player and stuff. We'll wheel the recovery bed into the centre of the room. It's like a massage table anyway, the mattress is so hard. It's height adjustable too."

"Outstanding. You've really thought of everything."

"One more thing. I told her that you would ask her if she would rather you avoided massaging her buttocks and breasts. Figured it would make you sound more professional and also give you an opportunity to read the situation; see if it would be appropriate for your wandering hands to do their thing. But I wholeheartedly recommended that she let you. Said it was the best part."

"Paint a bit of a picture for me. What's she like?"

"I don't want to say too much in case I build her up. Let's just say tall, lovely long brown hair and tits bigger than mine."

That final bit of info elicited an audible moan from James' throat. Sarah giggled, pleased that her machinations were yielding the desired results.

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On the evening of the massage, Sarah met James at his old school. Despite it being the summer holidays, the main building and a select few sports facilities were kept open and maintained by a skeleton crew of administrators and cleaners. The main building, which housed the nurse's office, was essentially deserted and would be locked up at 10.00 - plenty of time for James to indulge his fantasy with his unwitting, if not unwilling, customer.

Sarah showed him to the first aid room and was knocked out by the effort she had put in to decorate it appropriately: dozens of tea lights gave the room a soft, dimly-lit glow; relaxing classical music played at a low volume via a cassette player; and a burning incense stick filled the space with a flowery perfume. The adjustable bed, usually something terrifying-looking with a plasticky mattress topping a multitude of folding legs and wheels, was now an invitingly cosy table of white cotton and linen in the centre of the room.

"Right," said Sarah, clapping her hands together. "You brought the oil?"

"About 10 different varieties," responded James, holding up a heavy plastic bag as proof.

"You've done your homework about towel positions and stuff? What to ask and how to start?"

"I think so."

"Great. Well have fun." She indicated his black track suit bottoms and tight-fitting black T-shirt with a waft of her hand. "You certainly look the part. I've got some work to be getting on with. I'll pop by after your 'appointment' and take you to the pub. You can tell me all about it."

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It was 7:05, twenty minutes after Sarah had left him, and James was worried he was going to be stood up. He was considering leaving to find his old teacher in the building when a bundle of hair and energy come exploding through the door of the nurse's office.

"I am sooo sorry," the young lady gasped, before catching her breath and addressing James with a much more assured if slightly too loud voice. "I don't know why I thought the medical room would be in exactly the same place as in our school, but I went there anyway. Got lost. I'm Emma, pleased to meet you."

James shook an outstretched hand and quickly examined the young woman it was attached to. Certainly tall, she stood a good few inches over him even in just her trainers. Her face was open and beaming and James couldn't decide what was smiling more; her full lipped mouth or her large brown eyes. She was fixing him with such an intense yet happy gaze that he couldn't avert his eyes from her face to examine her other attributes. She had golden brown skin and not much make up except for a huge amount of eye shadow, which only served to make her eyes look bigger. She was incredibly pretty, like a fashion model but with a rounder, friendlier face.

"Hi, I'm James. Don't worry this place is like a maze. I'm amazed you found it at all."

"Well Mrs Parsons did tell me but I've got a rubbish sense of direction. Where shall I put these?"

Emma held up the two bags in her hands and hyperactively looked around giving James a brief opportunity to look at her body. Sarah hadn't been lying about her breasts; even buried under several layers of thin material and a hefty bra (judging by the thick blue shoulder strap on show), their ample nature couldn't be disguised. She was not as slim as, say, Sarah Parsons, but she certainly was not overweight in any way. James imagined that her frequent running had given her a decently toned physique. He was about to find out first hand.

"Just pop them on that corner chair over there."

As she turned away from him to deposit her belongings, he could see how long her straight brown hair was, the ends almost obscuring her behind. Her ass was not small but was incredibly round and pert. Some women, James noticed, simply had a place where their thighs met their back in a rather nondescript fashion. This was not the case with Emma - she had an ass! And a fucking good one. She turned around and swept her long straight-cut fringe away from her dark fluttering eyelashes.




The Incentive List Ch. 02



"Right," she puffed, before slapping her hands against the sides of her thighs and fixing James with an expectant stare. "Where do you want me?"

James gave her a warm smile and checked out her clothed body for the final time. He could feel his cock stiffening in his pants.

"We're all ready to go in that room there. You can go in now and I'll give you a few minutes to undress - you can just hang your clothes over the back of the chair. Lie face down on the table with a towel covering you, and I'll join you in a moment."

"Do I keep my knickers on, or should I be completely naked?"

James was slightly taken aback by the utter lack of coyness displayed.

"It's entirely up to you. Some clients prefer to keep both their bra and knickers on, others like to be completely nude. So whatever you feel comfortable with."

"OK great," she said, and headed into the first aid room, gently closing the door behind her.

James was glad she entered as swiftly as she did, aware that his growing erection would soon be visible through his jogging bottoms. As he waited outside he wondered if he should have been more prescriptive, insisting she was totally naked. No, it was best that he gave her every opportunity to signal any discomfort. If he went back in and she was wearing her underwear underneath the towel, he would know that this would be a more subtle titillation for him and that he should avoid any direct sexual contact. That would be fine, he thought. It would be enough to stare at that semi nude body and rub his hands near and around her assets. He might even be able to persuade her to remove more clothing. His erection reached full capacity thinking about it. To disguise his arousal he reached into his joggers and pulled his erection up and slightly out of his briefs, using the waist band to hold it flat against his pelvis. He then secured his joggers further up his torso to cover the top of his erect cock sticking up out of his underwear. He took a deep breath, and approached the door of the first aid room, rapping on it gently three times.

"I'm ready," came the distinctly calmer-sounding voice on the other side.

James entered to reverential silence as the music had reached the end of the tape. All that could be heard was the crackling flames of the candles and tea lights. He closed the entrance behind him and locked the old fashioned door with the brass key sticking out the keyhole, before placing it on its hook on the wall nearby. On the table in the middle of the room Emma was lying face down as instructed. A towel covered the area extending between her lower back and her knees, and James was ecstatic to note that her back was completely bare. She had tied up her long trusses in a messy bun revealing her broad shoulders and tanned athletic body. And underneath her honed torso he could see the sides of her massive breasts squashed between the surface of the table and her ribcage.

James attended to the cassette player and found himself standing right next to the chair where Emma had draped her clothes. Two items particularly caught his eye: the generously cupped blue bra and the non-matching pair of white cotton knickers. She was completely naked under the towel! James felt some precum ooze out of the tip of his cock; the pressure of the elasticated waistband was doing little to abate its sensitivity.

"It's so peaceful in here," Emma offered, her voice now hushed and calm.

"That's the idea. We want you to be as relaxed as possible and just enjoy the next hour."

James saw that Emma's head was turned in the opposite direction and quickly succumbed to the temptation to pick up her bra and examine the label. She was a 36DD. James knew that it was inevitable that at some point in the next half hour he was going to ask Emma to turn over and catch a glimpse of the biggest tits he had ever seen in the flesh. More precum escaped.

As the music restarted Emma sighed with approval and lifted her dangling arms do that she could rest her chin on her hands. James quickly replaced the bra and approached the table, picking up a bottle of massage oil and another large cotton towel on his way. He stood over his 'customer' and took a deep breath, examining her smooth freckled back. Raising her head to rest her chin on her hands had caused her body to lift ever so slightly off of the table, and the sides of her breasts could now be seen more clearly. The flesh peeking out from the edges of her torso was more ample than he could have imagined, and it required a mental check to stop him reaching out and touching there straight away. Instead, he tried to act out his role as professionally as possible so as not to arouse suspicion (if nothing else).

He gently pulled the towel Emma had already covered herself with down slightly, so that it covered the majority of her legs and stopped just above the roundness of her buttocks. He then placed the second towel he had gathered over her back, covering from the neckline to the small of her back.

"Did Sarah explain that I don't do deep tissue massage or sports massage at the moment?" he offered.

"Yes, she said you were still training. That you just did relaxation massages. Sounds perfect. I just want to unwind and enjoy being pampered."

Perfect answer. James felt he might be able to push this innocent massage further when the time came. But not yet.

"I'll start on your back. Let me know if I'm using too much pressure or not enough. The more we communicate the more enjoyable it will be for you."

James folded the top towel away from him, revealing the left side of Emma's back and the generous excess of breast flesh underneath. Keeping her hands at the top of the table, she turned her head to the side away from his gaze, allowing him to ogle the modestly presented yet still - underneath all that white cotton - butt naked young woman lying below him. He poured some oil into his warm hands and began firmly stroking her back with his lubricated palms. He explored every inch of her exposed form with strong strokes, the slippery oil allowing him to really engage with and manipulate her body.

"Mmmmm, that's lovely," croaked Emma.

James decided to be more bold. He began rubbing oil in purposeful circles into the skin on her sides, just below where her left breast was squashed and partially on display. He then started taking long passes down the entire side of her body with his fingers, ensuring that his finger tips brushed against her side boob with every alternate stroke. As a means of testing the waters, it was a success. All Emma did was sigh pleasurably. After several minutes he replaced the towel and folded it the other way so that he could administer to the other side of her back, and the edge of her right breast. They were small, subtle touches, but the way the flesh yielded under his slippery fingers was joyous. 15 minutes had passed and he was now getting unbearably horny with an overwhelming desire to see and feel more of her body. James knew that a professional masseuse would probably now cover the back and spend a good portion of time on the backs of the legs, but he was impatient. He wanted to be stimulated further and was keen to find out how far he could push things with Emma. He moved to the other side of the table, where the towel was double folded over her back, and lifted it up high enough so that it appeared he was trying to block his view, but low enough that he could actually see the right side of her body.

"OK, if you'd just like to lie on your back for me", he tried to calmly ask, although the dryness in his throat may have betrayed him.

"Sure," came the hushed response.

Emma propped her body up with her elbows and began to twist around. However, for the entire manoeuvre she fixed James with an intense yet friendly stare. He couldn't catch a glimpse of anything without her seeing exactly where he was looking. In his peripheral vision he got the impression that a magnificent pair of tits were just an ogle away, but he couldn't break eye contact. James was trying to read the look in her eyes. It seemed playful; almost as if she was thinking 'I know exactly what you're up to'. Well if she did, she didn't seem too upset about it. Her back now resting fully in the table, James replaced the towel so that it sat just below her neck. He positioned himself at the top of the table, looking down at her face. She was just as pretty upside down. Now was the moment of truth.

"Some female clients prefer that I avoid touching their breasts. It's entirely up to you. If you don't feel comfortable about it I can avoid massaging that area altogether."

Emma looked into his eyes with an ambiguous expression for what seemed like an eternity, before smiling.

"No, I don't mind. If it's a full body massage I might as well get my money's worth. "

"Great," came James' unfortunate reply, as he let a fraction of the erotic anticipation that was welling inside of him escape into his words. He mentally admonished himself for such an unprofessional response, but Emma simply smiled knowingly and closed her eyes.

James took a silent deep breath, and ignoring all the modesty techniques that he knew a proper masseuse would incorporate in this scenario, peeled the top towel down to reveal Emma's naked chest.

It was a sight of utter sensual beauty. For starters, the usually unflattering effects of gravity were seemingly absent. While her breasts were undeniably large, her 18 year old body had bestowed upon them an almost supernatural firmness that caused them to maintain a semblance of shape and pertness even though she was lying flat on her back - there weren't even distinct lines of cleavage. Then there was their shape - perfect circular domes of smooth golden brown flesh, centred with two generous dark pink areolas. And to top it all off, two large, puffy nipples; bullet hard and pointing to the ceiling.

James wanted to grab them immediately, but managed to restrain himself and instead worked on Emma's shoulders. With frequent glances downwards to make sure her eyes were still closed, he took in the sight of those majestic tits. As he manipulated the skin around her décolletage, he could see them move in response, and this only fuelled his already insane levels of arousal. The precum was softly pumping out of his cock on an almost constant basis, and he could feel the area around his pelvis getting cool with the resultant stickiness.

Another look down and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Emma staring directly at him.

"Can I ask you a bit of a personal question?" she sweetly enquired.

"Er, sure," came the weak voiced response.

"Do you ever get turned on massaging a woman?"

James wasn't sure how to play this. The instinctive response would be 'Yeah, I'm aroused right now' but James couldn't predict how that would go down. He decided to remain coy.

"No, I'm just focussing on the techniques and the muscle groups and the job I'm doing. It's like a medical appointment. You couldn't do it if you thought of it in that way."

"I suppose," she pondered, her eyes again closing. "So looking at me topless doesn't turn you on?"

"You have to maintain a professional boundary. But talking about it doesn't exactly help."

"Sorry," she said apologetically.

James' reach began to extend further down her chest, his fingers beginning to explore the very tops of her breasts. Emma giggled to herself.

"What's funny?" asked James, terrified he was the butt of some embarrassing joke.

"Nothing. It's just I've been fighting boys away from my tits since I was 14. I've never let a guy touch them even once and now I'm paying one to do it. I just think that's funny."

James took her relaxed tone and candid language as a sign that he could be more adventurous. He took another bottle of oil and trickled some of its contents over Emma's breasts, aiming the sweet smelling lubricant so it landed on and around her nipples. The coolness made her take a sharp intake of air. James distracted her by furthering the conversation.

"Surely you've had a boyfriend or two that were allowed?"

"Never really had time for all that. Always working. Always studying. And daddy was always a bit strict when it came to going out. Never really got to socialise with boys much. Not nice ones, anyway. "

"Well I'm sure University will change that."

And with that casual remark came the culmination of Sarah's planning and James' fantasy. He leaned over as far as he was comfortably able and put both his hands directly on top of her amazing tits. She sighed as he firmly circled his palms over the entire surface of her 36DDs, spreading the oil all over. He had been too generous with the lubricant and the cups of his hands were making slurping noises as the oil was distributed, the excess dripping down her sides and onto the cotton underneath her.

The breasts were incredibly firm and despite being bigger, didn't even yield as much as Sarah's. He started wondering if they were perhaps implants, as he had heard that fake tits maintained their shape more than natural breasts, but considering Emma's description of her upbringing, discounted this theory immediately.

James explored every curve and square inch of the tits he was groping. The tips of his fingers investigated underneath the sides and he even lifted them slightly from her chest to apply some oil where her midriff gave way to her magnificent bosom. All the while the palms of his hands were being stimulated by her ever-hard nipples. Even the eventual warmness of his oily hands wasn't causing them to relax, and he delighted in feeling the turgid tips slide across his sensitive palms. The mixture of textures - the soft yet heavy flesh; the rough hard nipples and the silky lubricant - was making it hard for James to resist going further. He took the thumbs and forefingers of both hands and lightly pinched each nipple, tweaking them to an even more erect state whilst coating them in oil. Emma gasped.

"Is that really a massage technique?" she whispered. James evaded a direct answer.

"Do you want me to stop?" he countered.

"God no," came the enthusiastic response. James was ecstatic. He literally had her in the palm of his hand.

Emboldened by her attitude James moved around to the side of the table to examine her tits from a different angle. He then reached out with his right hand and forcefully squeezed her oil soaked right breast. Emma moaned approvingly. The facade of a professional massage was fading fast, especially when James started flicking her nipple with his thumb before running delicate circles around the areola.

Emma then raised a hand, ostensibly to adjust her hair, but with such an exaggerated motion that she was clearly trying to achieve something else. And indeed, on the way up, her hand brushed against James hidden erection, knocking it free from the grip of his waist band. She fired a cheeky grin at him that reminded him of Sarah.

"You ARE turned on," she challenged, but in an adorably sweet way. James looked down at the protrusion of fabric over his groin and sighed.

"With certain clients it's sometimes hard..."

"It certainly is!" she interrupted with a giggle. James offered one more 'get out' for her.

"Should I stop?" he feebly offered.

"I think you probably should," came the disappointing reply together with a hearty laugh. She then continued with a softer, hushed tone. "But I don't want you to."

She gave him a nervous look finished with a shy half smile. James still had her lubed-up tit in his grasp. He gave it another squeeze, causing her to grin and close her eyes.

"Why don't you work on my legs for a while?" she suggested. "It'll give you a chance to calm down."

James dutifully complied, but not with the intention of calming down. The professional nature of the session now a distant memory, James left her glistening tits exposed as he moved down to the foot of the table and peeled the lower towel upwards, revealing first her ankles, then her calves, her knees and most of her thighs. He stopped short of revealing her crotch, but had a feeling she would be happy for him to expose it in due course.

With a fresh squirt of oil he began covering her right leg with a layer of lubricant, sensuously caressing underneath her knees and along the inside if her thighs as he did so.

Emma's breathing rate was increasing, noticeable both through her breathy sounds and the rise and fall of her chest that James was keeping constant tabs on. He concentrated his attention on her thigh, spreading his fingers firmly around the muscle and up into the area near her crotch where the towel was barely covering. Indeed, the more he pushed his fingers northwards, the further the towel was displaced. Emma was keeping her legs very close together, and James started to worry he was pushing this girl too far in a direction she might not want to go. If she hadn't even let a guy touch her breasts, she was clearly a virgin. Maybe this exploration towards her pussy was a step too far. Then James noticed something that might have explained her reticence - the inside of her thigh was lubricated at the very top, but it wasn't with James' oil.

"You're turned on too," James whispered.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice," said Emma, who, much to James' delight, began to part her legs to show the extent of her horniness.

The cotton towel she was lying on was absolutely soaked with her juices. James took the implied invitation to push his hands further up the inside of her leg towards the source of her wetness. He could now see where her round buttocks met the table, and the engorged lips of her labia. They glistened with sticky appreciation. James removed the last vestiges of her modesty by pulling at the towels and letting them slide off of her body. Emma didn't flinch. She had a subtle round belly that complemented the curves of her hips and, of course, her breasts. Just below was a generous but well trimmed patch of dark brown pubic hair. James gently parted her labia with two of his fingers. This did elicit a reaction; a squeak of excitement and perhaps trepidation. James paused in case there was an objection, but none was forthcoming. And so he slowly and deliberately sunk a finger into her tight, wet pussy. A loud cry of pleasure escaped from Emma's mouth - it was the kind of cry that almost sounded like a wince of pain and the contortion of her face did little to convince otherwise. But the broad smile that followed let James know she was far from hurting. He plunged his finger in further, as far as his hand would allow. His digit displaced more silky liquid from her cunt and it erupted with a satisfying squelch onto his hand.

"Oooooh fuck, yes... "Emma moaned, writhing her pelvis and pushing down onto the digital intrusion.

James withdrew and then slowly entered her again, this time with two fingers. Emma gripped the towel she was lying on as if it were a lifeline and her body stiffened. She threw her head back and opened her mouth to give a silent scream. James kept his fingers inside her moist cunt and started massaging her engorged clit with his thumb. Emma was whimpering now, and as she involuntarily jerked her body, her tits finally moved in a way that befit their massive size, flailing around on top of her chest like two jellies on a shaking tray. The sight of her animated breasts meant James could no longer abstain from pleasuring his own body, and put his free hand down his pants, greeting his precum-soaked erection with an enthusiastic grip.

"Play with your tits," he gently ordered. Emma looked down at him and then at her own oily breasts with a look that suggested she had forgotten they were even there. She released her grip on the table and moved her hands to her chest, taking advantage of the lubrication still present to apply a series of tight-looking squeezes to her oily tits. With each enthusiastic grip, the slippery flesh of her breasts spilled out of her fingers, ready to be retrieved by the next stroke of her hand. The sensation must have enhanced her pleasure because she was now producing high pitched grunts in time with James' manipulations. Not since his encounter with Mrs Parsons in the shower had he managed to get a woman so close to orgasm so quickly. He decided to go for it.




The Incentive List Ch. 02



James withdrew his fingers, marvelling at the copious amount of silk that came with them. He parted Emma's thighs even more and directed her butt nearer the edge if the table. Then he lent over, stooped down, and took her cunt into his mouth.

Emma clamped her legs together tightly around James' head, but even with his ears enveloped by her thighs, he could hear her cry out with pleasure - he was so glad the building was empty. His hands on her knees, he prised her legs slightly apart with some forceful encouragement, and then proceeded to invade her pussy with his tongue. The musky, salty taste caused his cock to engorge so much that it demanded his touch. He took a hand from off of one of Emma's knees and replaced the grip around his erection, sliding his hand back and forth the wet shaft inside his joggers, but in a slow deliberate movement to prevent a premature ejaculatory celebration. All the while he rhythmically lapped between the writhing girl's legs, alternating between deep stabbing explorations and playful flicks of her clitoris.

"I'm coming," she suddenly moaned, before crying out as the significance of the event hit her. "Oh my God, you're making me cum!"

James held his breath and braced himself as her thighs again slammed tight together. She raised her pelvis high into the air, took her hands away from her tits and again gripped the towel below her. James took the opportunity to put his hands on her generous buttocks, and squeezed them as he felt a surge of sexual discharge empty into his mouth.

As Emma's body fell flat again on the table, the grip of her thighs relaxed, and James was able to retreat from her crotch. He straightened his back and looked into Emma's mascara stained eyes for what seemed like an age. As her breathing began to normalise she gave him an appreciative half smile, before scanning his body and fixating on the protrusion in his pants.

"Can I see your cock?" she nervously enquired.

James examined her prone body and realised that he had yet to fulfil his own sexual demands.

"Sit up," he gently ordered.

Emma complied and after swinging her legs over the side of the table, straightened her back to finally reveal her tits to James in their natural hanging state. They were both firm and pendulous at the same time; a startling balancing act that kept them looking round yet heavy. The breasts were so big that her nipples were pointing subtly downwards, and as she settled into her seated position, they bounced into each other, making them jiggle gloriously.  He felt the least Emma could do in return for the orgasm he had just given her was to indulge his fetish.

"Shake your tits for me first," he softly demanded.

Emma giggled at the request, before looking down at her natural resources and shimmying her chest. At first her tits just jiggled, but once she found the right rhythm they came alive, slapping against each other and bouncing around her chest like a Newton's Cradle. James pulled down his joggers in approval and then his underwear, stepping out of the discarded clothes to proudly display his erection. Emma stopped jiggling and just stared for a while. James flexed the muscle at the base of his penis causing it to flinch upwards. Emma giggled with delight at the movement, before becoming a little more serious.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, suggestively.

James was suddenly unsure. The whole plan had been to get this girl naked and to intimately rub and touch her under the pretence of a professional massage. It had already gone way beyond that. But James wasn't entirely comfortable with deflowering this beautiful but naive girl in such a manipulative scenario.

"I don't think you should lose your virginity to a stranger," he said. "Do you?"

Emma considered her answer while James recalled the details of his own first time.

"Trust me," he continued. "You want it to be with someone you really care for. It will make it amazing."

As he spoke the words he felt a kind of revelation as he realised just how much he cared for his old French teacher, and how his feelings for her had made their fleeting sexual encounter so profound. Emma interrupted his train of thought.

"Maybe we could do something else?"

She stood up off the table and approached James, pressing against him intimately, the height difference causing her tits to squash against his shoulders rather than his chest. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, her nervous grip suggesting she was unsure how much pressure to apply.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Let me suck your tits for a while and I'll tell you."

She let go of his cock and withdrew from him slightly to present her generous bosom towards his face. James stooped ever so slightly and took a greasy breast full into his mouth. The taste and texture of the oil wasn't particularly pleasant, but the feeling of her engorged tit in his mouth was. He raised a hand and groped at the free breast with enthusiastic abandon, the lube allowing his thumb and fingers to gracefully slide over her hard nipple. Her breast was surprisingly heavy but could be manipulated in every direction. He diverted his mouth to the tit in his hand, flicking at the protruding nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Emma groaned with pleasure and tried again to manipulate James' cock with her hand. Her squeezes and jerks were amateurish but enthusiastic.

"Use some oil," James suggested.

Emma reached behind her to retrieve the bottle that James had left in the table, momentarily breaking the contact between her wet, sticky breasts and James' face. She emptied the remaining contents into her hands and rubbed them together before re-engaging with his cock. Benefitting from the lubrication, her manipulations were more pleasurable for James, and the tingling sensation around his glans was pushing him close to orgasm. He buried his face back into her cleavage, moistening her stunning jugs with his tongue while pushing her hard nipples with his thumbs. After several drawn-out minutes of sucking and fondling, James was ready to stage his climax. He elicited one final squeal with a playful nibble of Emma's nipples before looking up and fixing her with an expectant stare.

"I want you to tit fuck me," he coolly requested.

"I'm not sure I know how," came the nervy response.

"Get on your knees and I'll show you."

Emma duly complied and James was thrilled to note that her cleavage was perfectly in line with his twitching cock.

"Now, position it between your tits so that it points upwards," he instructed. "And just push them together around it."

She wrapped her massive tits around his cock and James sighed as he felt the greasy warmth envelope it. Emma looked up for more instruction. James met her gaze before looking down at his scarlet helmet poking up between her fleshy pillows, thick pre-cum oozing from the tip.

"Now start pumping the sides with your tits."

Emma tentatively moved her squashed mammaries up and down his shaft, an action made immeasurably easier by the lubrication still present on her chest. Her oily hands only served to distribute the lubrication further, but made it difficult for her to keep her tits pushed tightly together. A breast would occasionally slip out of her grasp and break the grip around his cock and, adorably, Emma would whisper an apology.

As James revelled in this girl's enormous tits wanking him into ecstasy, he looked up towards the entrance of the room and was disturbed to notice a potential audience member. The light steaming underneath the door from the brightness outside was being obscured by a something, or more likely someone, pressed up against the doorway; someone crouching down. Was somebody peeking through the keyhole? Whoever it was must have clocked James' realisation, because a set of painted red nails crept through the gap under the door to reassure him. It was Sarah! Sarah Parsons was on her knees outside, peeking through the keyhole, watching James tit fucking this girl! He thought he should give her as much of a show as possible.

"Spit on it," James firmly requested.

Emma looked up into his eyes with a smile, the trepidation leaving her more and more with each command given her. She looked back down at the stiff cock protruding from between her breasts and let several large globules of saliva drop down from her pursed lips and onto the combination of flesh below her. James' cock became wetter with each pump of her tits, and felt some of her spit escape her ample bosom and run all the way down his shaft, onto his exposed balls.

"Lick it," came James' final demand.

Emma craned her neck down and found that she could do much more than lick it; with each downward thrust of her chest she managed to slip the top of James' cock into her mouth, wanking the shaft with her moist tits, and the head with her full lips.

The sensation sent James over the edge. Without being able to offer a warning he began to ejaculate. Emma gave a girly squeal as a warm jet of white sticky fluid erupted from the tip of James' cock, landing up her neck and on the underside of her chin. She pulled back with shock causing the next ejaculate to fire through the air in an arc, fortuitously landing on her left breast. James took control for the rest of his orgasm, holding his cock and aiming it at Emma's hanging tits. The remaining cum festooned her chest and although not quite sure how to proceed, Emma lifted her breasts, offering them to be covered in her partner's approval.

James couldn't be sure. But he could've sworn he heard a hushed moan emanating from the other side of the door.

Emma knelt silently for a few moments, before looking up with a smile.

"Was that ok?"

James nodded. "That was more than ok."

She stood and fetched a towel from the floor, but James stopped her before she could clean up.

"Wait," he pleaded. "Let me look at you first."

Emma self-consciously turned to him, shyly looking at the floor as James examined her cum-stained breasts for the last time. His ejaculate was particularly thick, maybe as a result of all the precum he had released before his orgasm, and it clung tightly to her flesh in distinct lines and swirls – like a sexual signature. She found a little more confidence and began massaging the cum on her left breast into her skin, coyly looking up into James' hungry eyes as she did so. James approached her and with his hands on her hips, manoeuvred her body 180 degrees so she faced the door, and hopefully Sarah's hidden gaze. He reached up behind her and massaged her right tit, feeling his cum congeal between the grip of his fingers and the soft flesh of her breast. It elicited a content sigh from his partner. James then retrieved a towel and held it in front of her. She took it, wiping as much of James' spunk off her chest as she could. James sat on the table, exhausted, and watched as Emma fetched her clothes and began dressing.

"How much do I owe you again?" she asked as she fastened the back of her blue bra.

"You're kidding right? I should be paying you."

His response triggered a muted giggle from behind the door, which Emma thankfully didn't notice. She hastily finished dressing herself and headed for the door, before stopping mid stride and turning to face James with a warm smile.

"Thank you," she said, before rushing over to him and pecking him on the cheek. "It was amazing."

James watched her leave, his joggers and underwear still on the floor and his subsiding erection still on display. She struggled with the door before noticing the hanging key and letting herself out, closing the door behind her. He sat for a few minutes alone with his thoughts before the door opened again, and he found himself joined by his beaming benefactor.

"Well THAT went a lot better than I expected," said Sarah, a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

"Were you watching?" James enquired, incredulously.

"For most of it," she confirmed. "I got a great view of you finger fucking her. Not so much of the tit wank though."

Hearing Sarah talk so dirty was causing his cock to swell again. She either didn't notice or ignored it, entering the room and closing the door behind her. She sat next to him on the table and placed an affectionate hand on his naked thigh.

"I thought you did the right thing saving her virginity," she said, softly. "And I heard what you said about the first time being with someone special."

James met her gaze and they shared an affectionate moment together. Eventually, though, the sweet and romantic look on Sarah's face gave way to filthy mischief.

"Oh, and you think SHE was turned on..." she said, before hopping off the table and reaching under her skirt. "Check these out."

With a quick tug, her underwear fell to her ankles, and she kicked them towards James to catch. They were soaked through with her appreciation of the peep show.

"And that was just watching," she teased.

James examined the sticky lace material between his fingers and felt his full erection return.

"You know, that would have been a very tight fuck if you had gone through with it," Sarah teased, before picking up a bottle from James' unused collection of lotions.

"Do you know what massage oil is particularly useful for?" she asked.

"Tit fucking?" James answered, hinting at potential resolution for his renewed horniness.

Sarah shook her head and then whispered in James' ear.

"Anal."

James was frozen with shock as Sarah seductively walked around to the other side of the table, undoing the top two buttons on her white blouse. James followed her with his eyes and watched in joyous amazement as Sarah, without breaking eye contact once, bent over the table and hoisted her skirt up around her waist, her naked ass pointing seductively in the air.

"Are you serious?" checked James.

She slowly nodded. "She would've been tight. But my ass is tighter. Fancy pushing your dick into it?"

James was gobsmacked by her filthy chat, but leapt off of the table and joined Sarah around the other side. After handing him the bottle, she tucked the hem of her skirt into the waistband to keep her buttocks exposed, and James applied a generous amount if oil to his cock.

"Take it easy at first", Sarah instructed. "Push it in slow and shallow for now."

James complied, parting her cheeks and aligning the head of his cock with her dark pink asshole. Using his lubed up member, he rubbed a mixture of oil and precum around the entrance before slowly trying to push inside.

Sarah winced with slight discomfort as just the tip of James' cock entered her anus. James couldn't believe how tight it was, and wondered how he was going to push his whole cock inside her, and whether he should even try.

"Tits!" barked Sarah. "Squeeze them. Now!"

James manoeuvred his hands up and inside the front of Sarah's blouse and yanked at the cups of her bra to free as much of her bust as he could. Satisfied that he had exposed them at least as far as her nipples, he gave them a generous squeeze. This seemed to cause her ass to relax slightly and James felt her push back against him, letting more of his cock slide inside. The feeling was sensational, like he was caught in a soft, wet vice.

Sarah's fingers found their way between her legs and James could sense that she was furiously rubbing herself. She was grunting ceaselessly, and James was worried she would hyperventilate.

"Now. All the way in. Push in," she demanded.

So much for slow and shallow. Hardly a minute had gone by when James thrust the entirety of his erection through Sarah's asshole and into her tight anal cavity. She yelled with approval as he pumped in and out of her, all the while groping at her partially clothed tits and tweaking her nipples.

"Cum in me. Cum in my ass," she pleaded.

After only a few seconds, James instinctively obeyed, emptying his second load of cum in the filthiest manner he could ever have imagined. Sarah must have felt the ejaculation fire up inside her because it triggered an equally powerful orgasm for her, her body shaking and her cry emanating for what seemed like several seconds. It was the fastest quickie James had experienced in his brief sexual career, but it was almost certainly the dirtiest.

Slowly, the tension left Sarah's body, and she moved her hands upwards to join James', pressing his palms flat against where her heart was pumping at an insanely fast rate.

"Only you do this to me, young man," she confided.

James pulled out of her, and was surprised to see a torrent of his sticky white mess slip out of her too. Still breathless, Sarah turned to face him and smiled.

"No pressure," she said. "But my first fantasy better be as good as yours."

The gauntlet had well and truly been thrown down.



To be continued...



If you have any thoughts about what else could possibly be on James and Sarah's lists, then feel free to speculate in the comments or with a PM. I can't guarantee to fulfil all requests, but your suggestions might make it into further instalments...



The Incentive List Ch. 03



Edinburgh, Scotland

October 16th, 1996

David felt slightly awkward and not a little embarrassed. He was young, red blooded and most definitely single, and yet loitering around the entrance of a strip club still struck him as seedy and wrong, despite his undeniable excitement regarding the sights that may lay inside.

His presence here was only at the prolonged insistence of his friend James, who had been uncharacteristically keen on indulging in a debauched night of entertainment in celebration of David's 20th birthday. David didn't have many friends at university despite being well into his second year at Edinburgh, so he wasn't going to pass up an invitation to have a wild night out, even if it was just the two of them.

James wasn't even a particularly close friend. He had always been pleasant to him in lectures, and even shared a laugh or two at communal gatherings, but it was only since they returned from their respective summer breaks that he had made an effort to get to know him and go out drinking with him occasionally.

David was glad for the company. Unlike the majority of students that had taken to the social waters of student life with consummate ease, David was still socially awkward and shy. His small group of friends were geeks like him, and the most exciting nights they would share would be around the N64 playing multiplayer Goldeneye. Needless to say, girls didn't even enter the social equation, and David's virginity was becoming a personal embarrassment. So the fact that he was outside a seedy establishment crudely decorated with neon was both novel and a little disconcerting. But the realisation that he was going to see naked women dancing just metres in front of him was providing the fortitude to stay. The closest he had come to seeing female nudity that wasn't on a television screen was when he accidentally walked in on his older sister while she was showering, and the ensuing screaming kind of took the shine off of the experience.

James broke off his conversation with the doorman to beckon David over. David sheepishly followed the instruction, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone in the vicinity.

"I've covered your entrance fee," said James, cheerily. "Happy birthday. You just need to show this gentleman your ID."

David did concede he looked young for his age - an inability to grow any semblance of facial hair was no doubt partly to blame, but his boyish features were the main culprits. He held up his driver's licence to the gruff-looking gentleman in the long black coat who examined it with forensic intensity before nodding them towards the door.

"In you go lads, have a good night," he said in a thick Scottish brogue.

James led David past the entrance and down a very narrow staircase towards a solid looking black door behind which David could hear the muffled bass of a dance track. James gave it a hefty pull and a wall of sound and heat filled the staircase, as the music and warmth poured out from the dimly lit room beyond.

"After you," said James as he held the door open.

David tentatively entered and momentarily held his breath as his senses were assaulted by a barrage of sounds and imagery.

The room was quite dark with black painted walls and, of course, no windows. Small dim lights on the tables and some purple neon at the bar provided a little illumination, but the majority was coming from a tiny stage towards the rear of the small room where a nubile, topless girl was wrapping her thighs around a spot-lit pole. David looked at the stage mesmerised as the flat-chested girl with generously sized nipples spun around to the muted cheers of the small crowd of men gathered on seats around her. A poke in the back from James jolted him out of his stupor.

"Get us a drink, will you?" he suggested. "I'll be with you in a sec."

David, feeling like a rabbit caught in headlights, dutifully complied. As he shuffled towards the bar he could see that the room appeared to be an equal mix of men and scantily clad young ladies. The men were of a variety of ages and demeanours - some awkward, some bullish; some flash, some understated. The one thing they all had in common was the attention of a barely dressed female looking for her next mark. There seemed to be less variety among the girls - all young, all toned, all wearing little enough to advertise their assets whilst leaving enough covered to tempt a client into a private dance. David ordered two whiskey and cokes - the tipple of choice for tonight's escapades. He and James had already spent most of the night in three different pubs, but had sensibly paced themselves to avoid being drunk for the titty bar.

As David looked around for his friend, he saw James engaged in conversation with a staff member at the far end if the bar. The burly man motioned towards an area of the room and James acknowledged with a smile and a thumbs up. He found David a few moments later and helped him with the drinks.

"I've got us a booth," James said, before leading David to a side table with leather seats and a reserved sign on it.

"You booked?" asked David, who was under the impression that visiting the bar was a spur of the moment idea.

"No," James said. "I know someone who works here. He said the people who booked this table never turned up. So we can have it."

"Oh." David was struggling to comprehend why James would know anyone who worked in a place like this, but decided not to enquire further. He was just glad for the seat, and the view it afforded him.

At the edge of the stage, only a few feet from their table, a new girl was preparing to go on. Her gorgeous ass was on nearly full display thanks to the G-string she was wearing, and as she waited her turn, she alternately flexed her buttocks making each cheek rise and fall in time with the music. It was a beautiful sight. James broke David's hypnosis with some friendly advice.

"Remember to pace yourself. We'll get a load of girls coming up to us and offering dances. Wait a bit though. Buy some drinks. Pick one you really like."

James wasn't wrong. Before David could enjoy the stage performance of the buttock-jiggling girl, two more semi-naked ladies approached the table and started making small talk. David awkwardly answered their questions but let James do most of the talking as he confidently shared details of their evening, and their intention to wait before enjoying a private dance. The girls took the hint and politely left them to seek other opportunities. James lent over the table to discretely share.

"I'm not a big fan of fake tits", he confided with a grimace.

"No, me neither," replied David, glad that he had a drinking companion who wasn't afraid to fend off the girls' aggressive sales pitches.

James looked around the room.

"Those, on the other hand, look lovely and real," he said, motioning towards a lone female sat on a stool at the end of the bar, but facing directly towards their table. She stared at David playfully while sucking on a straw.

There was something about this one that made her different from the rest of the girls around her. She wasn't tall and statuesque like the others, and David could also see that she was older than her peers. Her dirty blonde bobbed hair framed a pixie-like face that had comparatively little make-up but was no less beautiful for it. Her natural assets to which James had alluded were generous and round, and barely contained by red lace bra cups. That was another difference David noticed - this lady was wearing expensive-looking underwear that made her instantly look classier than all the other strippers in the joint.

She took David's prolonged examination of her body as an invitation and rose from her stool, expertly landing on her red designer high heels. She had red lacy French knickers on that matched her balcony bra, and as she strode towards the table, her breasts bounced delightfully with each footfall.

"Now that's the kind of woman you save your money for," enthused James as he observed her approach.

The woman arrived at their table without having once broken eye contact with David. She put her drink down on the table next to his.

"Would you mind if I joined you?" she asked in a syrup sweet voice. David hurriedly moved to one side to make room for this more than welcome guest.

"P... P... Please do," he stammered, eliciting a giggle from his new date. She slid her partially exposed derrière onto the seat beside David, pushing up right against him so their hips touched, before turning and offering a delicate outstretched hand.

"I'm Sarah," she said.

"David. I'm David," his enthusiastic response. He then motioned towards his drinking buddy. "And this is James."

David was worried that James would now steal the limelight. He was patently the better looking of the two, and David figured if she was going to seduce one of them out of their money, it was going to be the one she fancied more. But to David's joy she merely flashed him a quick smile before turning her attention straight back to him.

"Do I sense that this is one of your first times in a place like this?" she asked. It could have come across mockingly, but David sensed genuine warmth behind the enquiry, and so he answered truthfully.

"It's my first time ever in a place like this," he said with an embarrassed smile.

"Gosh, then you must not be knowing where to turn your eyes to next – all these lovely girls cavorting around you..."

He voice was surprisingly well-to-do. The fact she was English was hardly unusual - most of the girls here were probably students rather than locals - but the slightly posh tone was. She placed a soft hand on his knee.

"Well let me tell you how it works. Sit here for a while, have a few drinks if you like, preferably with me, and later, if you want to, you can give me £15 and we'll go into that room at the back where I'll do a little dance for you, but without all this stuff obstructing your view."

She tugged at the bottom of her bra a couple of times to make her point.

"But if you don't want to, that's fine too. We can just chat. I'm not sure I'm in the mood for dancing for most of clientele tonight. But you seem nice."

She gave his knee a playful squeeze and sucked on her straw again, keeping her eyes playfully locked into his.

David flicked his gaze downwards to catch a glimpse of the generous cleavage just inches away from him, before quickly re-engaging eye contact.

"It's ok, you can look," Sarah said with a smile. "That's why I'm dressed like this. That's why you've paid to come in here."

By way of reassurance she twisted in her seat to face David full on with her body, and proudly puffed out her chest. David accepted the invitation and devoured it with his eyes. The balcony bra was providing support to only the very base of her ample bosom, and the remainder was pushing up and out of the confines of fabric. David thought he could see the top edges of her areolas peeking out from the cups.

"Don't be embarrassed to answer this," Sarah softly intoned, "But have you ever seen a pair of naked tits before."

"Yes, over there," replied David with uncharacteristic wit as he nodded his head towards the stage. Sarah giggled before thrusting her lace-clad tits right in front of David's face, just a tongue lick away.

"How about this close up?" she teased. Any bravado left David immediately, and he answered with a dry croak:

"No," he sighed.

Sarah then inexplicably turned her head to James and gave him what David thought was a knowing glance. He might have been mistaken though - his eyes were preoccupied with the splendid cleavage just an inch from the tip of his nose.

Over the course of the next 30 minutes, Sarah was true to her word, happily chatting away without pressuring either of them into a dance. James left them alone twice to fetch drinks, and David was glad for the short time alone with her. Whenever it was just the two of them Sarah would lean in and put a warm hand so far up his thigh that the tip of David's semi-engorged penis would be brushed by her fingers - something he thought was frowned upon in establishments such as these. The thrill was hard to deny though, and he was embarrassed to note the dark stains appearing around the crotch of his light jeans as his pre-cum escaped.

The benefit of James being at the table, though, was that when Sarah turned to speak to him, David could perv over her body. She was a stripper, so he guessed she wouldn't mind if he did it with her looking, but David was shy and preferred the comfort of ogling without her seeing. She was definitely a lot older than the other girls in the bar, which David thought might explain her less aggressive sales technique and more laid back approach. Despite her age, though, David felt she had one of the more desirable bodies on offer. He breasts were full and natural; she was slim yet curvy in the right places; she was petite and therefore less intimidating than the others; and most importantly she was genuinely attractive, and not just by virtue of being partially undressed. But the real appeal was that she appeared to be genuinely engaged in David and what he was saying; she seemed to want to be sat with him. If it was an act it was a thoroughly convincing one that he was happy to believe. He steeled himself, waited for a break in the conversation, and took a deep breath.

"I think I'd like a private dance now," he said.

Sarah's face erupted with a fruity grin. Without a word, she took David's hand, stood up and led him towards the back of the room. He took the opportunity to examine her firm ass cheeks as they shuddered with each of her steps. At nearly six feet, David towered over his escort, and he could see the slightly perplexed look of the man guarding the entrance to the private dance area. Indeed, he placed his not insubstantial arm to block the way in as Sarah approached.

"Who are you again?" he asked.

"I'm Sarah. Bob should've mentioned me?"

The man's face dissolved into recognition.

"Oh that's right, you're that one. OK, good luck."

David thought it a strange thing to say as he gave him the money for Sarah's dance.

"Is it your first time doing this?" he later enquired as Sarah led him into a small mirrored alcove.

"Not doing this," she reassured. "But my first time doing it at this place, yeah."

She directed David onto a red bench before standing in front of him with a semi-serious look on her face.

"You know the rules? No contact. There's a camera in here and if you touch me you'll get chucked out."

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, which had the effect of hanging her glorious cleavage mere millimetres from David's face.

"And the same goes for me. Unfortunately," she teased.

She straightened her back and began to sway to the beat of the music that was piping through some hidden speakers. Closing her eyes and smiling, as if recalling a cherished memory, she writhed her hips and smoothed her palms up from her exposed belly, over her midriff and up to her bra. She pushed the cups together, exaggerating the line of her cleavage so that it extended to the very top of her chest. Turning around, she gyrated her ass towards David, before giving one of her cheeks a sharp spank. David felt his now fully erect cock stir in his pants, and took the opportunity to adjust himself, before placing his hands respectfully on his seat. Sarah tugged at her shoulder straps so that they fell loose around her arms and turned around - her bra was now struggling to cope with the effects of gravity on her ample bosom. She leaned forward, her chest just inches from David's face, and reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. The red lace material instantly fell to the floor, and Sarah's amazing tits were free; large and round with cute pink nipples that we're as hard as David's cock. 

She shimmied her chest and the glorious mounds of flesh bounced into each other, jiggling for David's pleasure. Sarah then lent forward even more, supporting herself on the back of David's bench. Her breasts were right in his face, and a hard nipple was practically at his lips. He was afraid of breaking the rules, so restrained himself from poking out his tongue to greet it. Instead, he slightly parted his full lips and hoped Sarah would go further. She did, albeit briefly, moving her body sharply upwards so that a nipple caught the top of David's mouth and was flicked by his top lip. He groaned at the pleasure he felt from the fleeting contact. Sarah turned around again and proceeded to delicately pull down her knickers, bending over with admirable flexibility as she did so. David enjoyed the sight of her pert exposed ass before being distracted by Sarah's reflection in the mirrored wall. Bending over was accentuating the heaviness of her tits as they dangled seductively in front of her, and David could feel copious amounts of seminal fluid escaping from his cock as a result of the visual stimulation. His attention was soon brought back to the show directly in front of him, though, as a subtle parting of the thighs revealed Sarah's engorged labia , clearly visible through the gap between the tops of her legs.

She quickly stood upright again, and the view was lost, but upon turning around David got another look at her delicate looking pussy. His inexperience meant he had no point of reference, but this surely was one of the finest examples of womanhood he could possibly hope to see. Again, this was his also his first lap dance, so he didn't know if this was a regular thing, but were strippers normally so wet when they danced? Her pussy was glistening with pleasure, and David could even see thick droplets forming over her labia as she parted her thighs for him again. She moved the fingers on her hand seductively down her belly, over her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, and on to her pussy, before quickly shutting her thighs with a surprised gasp. Perhaps her wetness wasn't supposed to be there? David felt an incredible thrill that he may be providing this experienced stripper with a client and a dance that was actually turning her on! Composing herself, Sarah took her breasts in her hands and pushed them up towards her mouth, awkwardly lapping at them with her outstretched tongue. Wet with her own saliva, she then let them hang in front of her, circling the sticky nipples with her fingers. She then tweaked them with her thumbs and forefingers and pulled them out, contorting her breasts into exaggerated points, before freeing them from her grip, letting them bounce back into their natural, glorious shape. Another turn, and another bend over - this time she roughly parted her cheeks with her hands exposing her dark pink asshole. A painted fingernail prodded at the area just below, and David felt his pants moisten even more. Looking down, the unmistakable dampness of his appreciation was showing through his jeans, and his erection was clear to see. For the rest of the few, wonderful minutes in that mirrored alcove, Sarah swayed her body, played with her tits some more, and generally teased David into an almost painful anti-climax. As the music ended, she once again lent in, kissing him affectionately on the forehead, before squeezing back into her bra and panties and leading him out, back to his table.

After rejoining a smirking James back at their reserved area, David expected Sarah to leave to find alternative custom, but to his surprise and joy she continued to sit with them both. Perhaps she had been genuine when she had said she didn't feel like dancing for anyone else? It made him wonder how on earth she could make any money in such a line if work, but he was glad for her company. During a trip to the bar to fetch yet another round of drinks, he noticed Sarah and James share a joke and several knowing glances. Then James subtly slipped her something that she sequestered in her hand. Money? Perhaps he was next for some private time with the sexy lap dancer? A thought occurred to him that he shared upon sitting back down with his new drinking buddies.




The Incentive List Ch. 03



"Why are you referred to as 'lap dancers'," he naively enquired.

"Because in some establishments," replied Sarah, "The private dances are performed like this."

With a quick swivel of her hips and an impressive lift of her leg, Sarah took David by surprise by mounting herself straight onto his lap. With her hands on his shoulders, and her smouldering eyes mischievously locked on to his, she gave her body a subtle grind, no doubt feeling David's suddenly formed erection squashed against her crotch.

"Er, is this one of those establishments," James asked, although Sarah's exquisitely sexy body was blocking David's view of him.

"Actually, no," Sarah lamented, before sliding off David's lap with exaggerated friction.

David was left almost breathless by the direct stimulation of his cock. He looked down at his crotch to assess the extent of his pre-cum embarrassment, but was instead shocked and slightly ecstatic to see that Sarah herself had left a parting gift - a visible patch of dampness on David's light coloured jeans that wasn't of his own making.

Sarah, now acting a little tipsy, poked him in the ribs.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday," she said with mock indignation. "All this time spent chatting and you didn't tell me that!"

"Sorry," said David, now feeling the confidence-enhancing effects of alcohol himself. "Do I get a present?"

"Well," Sarah said in a hushed tone, before running a finger up David's arm. "I promised James here a special dance, but since it's your birthday, why don't you come with us and watch for free? I'll even give you a special birthday treat if you're good."

David couldn't believe his ears. He shot a glance towards James for his approval and got a resigned nod. That was good enough for David.

"Now?" he asked.

"Gosh, you are keen aren't you? OK chaps, follow me. I think we're going to need a bigger boat."

David struggled to hide his erection as he and James followed Sarah not to the private dance area, but to an innocuous looking door to the side of their seating area. David was confused but eager, although his curiosity was peaked when Sarah produced a key to unlock it.

"Where has she been keeping that?" he whispered to James.

"I wouldn't like to think," came the deadpan reply.

Beyond the door was a short corridor with more doors down each side. Sarah approached the nearest one and again used her key to gain access. She ushered the young men in and locked up behind her.

The room was dark and small, unfurnished except for a large purple chaise longue in the Méridienne style. There were no music speakers, but the muted bass from the main club throbbed through the walls. A solitary free-standing lamp provided subtle illumination. David's heart was racing - this was a scenario he imagined would be more common in a brothel rather than a strip joint. Just what did Sarah mean when she promised him a 'birthday treat'?

"Sit down boys," she instructed, and the two dutifully complied, David perching on the edge of one end of the long seat, James at the other.

Sarah stood before them and started dancing in much the same way she had during her previous show. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall immediately to the floor. David heard James sigh with appreciation as Sarah's exposed boobs jiggled free. She approached David and bent over, whispering in his ear.

"Shall I tell you what's special about this room?" she said, before teasing him with a pause.

"No cameras."

And with that thrilling revelation she took David's hands, which were planted firmly on his seat, and moved them up behind her, placing them on her warm, partially exposed buttocks.

David was in heaven. As Sarah straightened back up, her ass still in his secure grip, he took in the sight of her amazing tits and began to entertain the possibility that he was going to be able to touch them - to suck them! As if reading his mind, she came in close and sat on his lap, crushing his erection with her crotch. She leaned in and pushed her bosom into David's face, giving him all the incentive he needed to begin lapping at her tits with his tongue. Her hard nipples felt glorious as they wiped across his lips and mouth. Squeezing her ass, he took one breast full into his mouth and sucked it like a hungry infant, eliciting a moan from Sarah. As she pulled her chest away from him, David was startled to notice something that he feared would end this wonderful session almost as quickly as it had begun – James, sat just a couple if feet away from him on the same seat, had pulled out his erect penis and was slowly rubbing it as he examined Sarah's body. This was surely a step too far? The moment of truth came as Sarah turned to assertion the reason for David's apprehensive face. Amazingly, all she did was smile and the two exchanging a filthy, knowing look. Sarah dismounted David and, still standing, bent over to kiss James full on the mouth. James took the opportunity to reach up and fondle Sarah's tits as she did so, tweaking her already hard nipples into swollen bullets. David couldn't help checking out James' cock which was twitching with pleasure. He had no homosexual leanings, but wanted to compare size for his own self satisfaction, and was thrilled to note that his own cock was markedly bigger when erect. He wouldn't be ashamed to do the unthinkable – to expose himself in front of this sexy stranger and a male colleague. Before he got the chance, though, he received further instruction from Sarah between her passionate explorations of James' mouth.

"Take my knickers down, David," she said with a husky plea.

Her ass was right in front of him, and David wasted no time in getting his fingers underneath her waistband and slowly peeling the red underwear from her buttocks. As the tight lace left her crotch, several strands of sticky fluid spanned the gap between the fabric and her pussy. After the sodden French knickers had hit the floor, David could see some of her juices escaping down the insides if her thighs – she was literally dripping with pleasure. David boldly parted Sarah's buttocks and wasn't met with any vocal opposition. He examined her engorged, glistening labia hanging underneath her crotch, and fuelled by a mixture of lust and alcohol, pushed a finger delicately between them, parting them with a satisfyingly wet sound.

Sarah broke off her embrace with James to throw her head back and grunt with approval. James took the opportunity to lean in and start sucking Sarah's tits, a muffled groan signalling his own satisfaction. David could see that James had again begun stroking his cock, and was acutely aware of his own need for physical stimulation. He removed his finger from Sarah's cunt and stood up, furiously removing his belt and clawing at his trousers and pants to shed them as quickly as possible. With James' face still joyfully immersed in her cleavage, Sarah turned to look over her shoulder, and her eyes widened at the sight that greeted her. David's cock, extending well over 8 inches, was protruding eagerly from underneath the base of his shirt, his scarlet helmet moist with expectation.

"Gosh," she gasped, with what seemed like genuine surprise. She turned back to James before straightening her back, letting her tits escape his enthusiastic attention. He instead looked over at David and appraised his cock, a raise of the eyebrows acknowledging its superiority.

"Forgive me," Sarah said to him, "But I think someone wants a little attention. And I really want to try that thing out."

David's cock throbbed as if it were responding to being spoken about.

"I bet you do," said James, shaking his head with disbelief at David's hidden talent.

Sarah turned to greet David and stepped close to him, so close that his cock was poking into her belly, leaving beads of sticky clear precum across her flat stomach. It was the first time his exposed cock had ever touched the flesh of another woman, and the sensation was heavenly. Sarah reached up and began to slowly unbutton the lanky young man's shirt from top to bottom. David squeezed her tits as she did so, roughly tweaking her nipples with a pinch of his thumb and finger. As she unfastened the last button, she dropped to her knees and wrapped both of her tiny hands around the sizeable cock in front of her, as if to verify its impressive length. For David, the firm double grip around his throbbing cock was almost too much.

"Don't," he pleaded, "I can't hold it."

Sarah let go as if it were burning and looked up at him to see a grimace of self control. She then turned to James with a querying expression. James, perhaps mischievously seeing an opportunity to bring Sarah's attention back on to him, offered his opinion.

"Go ahead," he said. "He'll be ready again soon enough."

Sarah obviously concurred, because she immediately turned back to David's cock, wrapped one hand around the base of its shaft, and took as much of the rest as she could into her mouth.

To David's simultaneous pleasure and frustration, he was unable to hold back. His first ever blow job would also be his shortest. Sarah furiously wanked the base of his cock and sucked the top with wild abandon, as if she knew she had almost no time to play with this massive phallus.

"Oh God," David moaned, "Watch out!"

Sarah ignored his warnings and continued to jerk him, her lips tightly wrapped around the now pulsating cock. David emptied his first load, causing Sarah to produce a muffled grunt of acknowledgment. The second ejaculate felt like a strong one to David, and it must have deposited a copious amount of cum into Sarah's mouth, because her next sound was a muffled squeal of surprise. Indeed, she had to pull his pumping cock out from between her lips after the third squirt, and an excess of white goo came pouring out with it, dripping down her chin and onto her tits. More cum was shooting out from the tip of David's furious erection, and Sarah willingly caught it on her face, closing her eyes as the seemingly ceaseless discharge decorated her forehead, nose and cheeks. She opened her cum filled mouth with the hope of catching more, and gratefully received the final weak spurts of David's celebration. When she was satisfied that he had finally finished his orgasm, she opened her eyes, which had been gratefully spared by David's torrent of cum, and gave him a Cheshire cat grin. More cum escaped from the sides of her smiling mouth, and so she swallowed hard to empty it. She then turned to show the mess on her face to James, who was slowly and deliberately stroking his cock.

"I'm not kissing you now," he said with a chuckle.

David was still reeling from seeing his ejaculation adorn the face of his sexual benefactor, but the familiar tone in James' voice was adding to his growing suspicion that the both of them already knew each other. Sarah tuned back to David and wiped some of his cum off of her brow.

"I'm counting on you being rock hard and ready to go again soon. You won't disappoint me, will you?"

David's slow shake of the head was echoed by James' observation.

"He's getting hard again already, and he's only just cum. I think he'll be alright," he said.

James was right. Despite having just had the most amazing sexual release of his life, the constant visual stimulation, the thought of what had just transpired, and the realisation that more was to come, was all combining to keep David incredibly horny, and after the briefest of retreats his huge erection was forming once again.

"My turn for some attention," whined James.

Sarah dutifully complied and got off her knees, approaching the semi-reclining student with an exaggerated sexual swagger.

"And what can I do for you, while we wait for our friend here to compose himself?" she asked.

"You know what I want," came the seedy reply.

Sarah gave a resigned but happy sigh.

"You and your tit wanks, young man," she sniggered. "You're obsessed."

Sarah got on her knees again and James perched on the edge of his seat with his legs apart. David took the opportunity to sit down on the other end of the chaise longue, both to gather himself, and to get a better look at proceedings.

Sarah looked down at herself then up at James.

"But I've got David's spunk all over my tits," she mockingly lamented.

"Why don't you lick it off first, then?" came his teasing reply.

Sarah's breasts were large and somewhat pendulous, but not to the extent that she could easily force them into her own mouth. Yet with a firm push upwards and a dexterous tongue greeting them, she managed to lap up the majority of David's pearlescent remnants from her pliant tits. Such a sight demanded to be augmented with some self-pleasure, and David found himself stroking his slightly sore cock in response. It didn't escape Sarah's attention.

"Does that turn you on, David? Watching me lick your cum off of my big tits?"

David nodded, stunned into muted silence. Sarah simply grinned before looking down at her prized assets and letting a long glob of saliva escape her pursed lips and run down her cleavage. She squashed her boobs together slightly and presented them towards James.

"More spit," came her request.

James leaned over and actually spat onto one of her tits. Sarah laughed at the uncouth yet dirty contribution.

"And the other one," she sniggered.

Another gob of saliva hit her chest, and she rubbed her squashed boobs together to spread the sticky moisture. Then, positioned between James' thighs, Sarah wrapped her tits around James' cock and began pumping them up and down, much to James' audible delight. As she attended to him, she turned to David, who was still stroking his renewed erection, and gave him a running commentary.

"This is called a titty fuck, David," she said in a faux instructional tone. "I was going to give you one, but then you went and came all over my face."

The dirty talk was making the soreness in David's penis vanish. Now he just wanted to rub it harder.

"James really does like to put his cock between my tits, don't you James?" she continued, pretty much confirming David's suspicion about their prior familiarity. David didn't care. He was just ecstatic to be part of this ménage a trois.

"I like it too. But if I'm honest, I prefer it in my arse."

David couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing. James was simply enjoying his sloppy massage.

"Earlier I thought I'd want you in my ass, but that thing of yours would probably tear me apart," she said. "So James can fuck me there. I'll leave you to fill up my cunt."

David jerked off furiously to the filth coming from Sarah's lips, ignoring the distant approach of a second climax. Sarah lifted her boobs away from James' cock and stretched over to restrain David from his activities with a soft hand around his wrist.

"Pace yourself young man," she said. ""Here, move up next to James."

David shuffled across the velvety top of the méridienne, feeling slightly uncomfortable as his naked thigh made contact with James'. Both their cocks were pointing upwards expectantly, David's was red and angry while James ' was fleshy and moist, but both were rock solid and twitching with anticipation. Sarah took James' erection in her left hand and David's in her right and began slowly massaging them, exploring their forms with her fingers and rubbing the glans with her thumbs.

"Two cocks in my hands," she sighed. "Amazing."

James tried to reach across to fiddle with Sarah's breasts, but access was difficult. To placate him, she hoisted herself up and lent in slightly, before resting her tits on the touching knees of the two enthralled friends. This gave both of them access to her slippery boobs, and they tweaked and played with one each as they continued to enjoy their respective hand jobs.

David was being gentle, delicately squeezing the tit and guiding it through his fingers as he reached the nipple with his fingertips. He playfully flicked at the swollen nipple and gave it gentle tugs. James was being rougher, taking his delegated mammary in a vice-like grip and squeezing hard with each stroke of Sarah's hand down the length of his veiny shaft. This mutual stimulation carried on for what seemed to David like ages – no member of the party willing to break the cycle of pleasure. It took a barked order from Sarah to break it up.

"Stand up, both of you," she said.

The boys knew what was coming. David again felt a little awkward about having his penis in such close proximity to another man's, but he desperately wanted it sucked again so he followed James in doing what he was told.

"Face each other a tiny bit more," Sarah instructed.

The boys shuffled slightly so that the three of them formed a close triangle - the lads' cocks pointing towards Sarah's kneeling body. Sarah reached across and pulled down James' unfastened trousers and shorts which were still hanging around his hips. She took in the sight of two eager erections just inches from her face and smiled to herself, sighing with satisfaction. Then she gripped David's cock with her hand and plunged James' smaller member into the grateful warmth of her mouth.

David watched as Sarah almost maniacally sucked on James' cock, her head thrusting back and forth and her mouth making all sorts of sticky wet noises. All the while his own cock was getting expert attention as her right hand glided backwards and forwards across its substantial length with just the right amount of pressure. But before he had a chance to enjoy the rhythm, Sarah pulled away from James with a loud slurp and then started sucking off David. Further away from orgasm than he was before, David was able to enjoy the sensation. Her tongue was rubbing the sensitive base of his cock, and the tight embrace of her lips around his thick member was heaven. The strength of her suction was also pleasingly high, and David felt as if she was priming him to explode.

With his extra height, David's cock was positioned a fair bit higher than James' and so Sarah had to lift herself higher to suck it. This had the effect of making Sarah's chest hang close to the tip of James' hard-on, and he used this positioning to smear the saliva and precum covering his helmet over the tit closest to him. He prodded it into the yielding flesh of her breast, and flicked at her nipple, coating it in his clear lubrication.

Sarah's mouth went back to the source of this gentle poking, this time her left hand cupped his swollen balls as her right hand darted down between her legs so she could finally begin to finger her genitals.

David, now not receiving any physical stimulation from the writhing minx kneeling below him, took his cock in his own hand stooped down slightly, positioning it closer to her already full mouth. Sarah took the hint and quickly swapped targets, then again, and back again, frantically sucking both cocks for just seconds at a time as if both couldn't be left alone for more than a few moments. And all the while, her vigorous fingering was eliciting hurried moans of satisfaction.

At one stage, David and James mutually overcame the awkwardness of having their erections touch each other and allowed Sarah to take both of them past her grateful lips at the same time. She squealed her pleasure as both men's helmets met in her mouth, her animated masturbation making violent wet noises. She then came for what David thought was the first time that evening. He would later find out from James that Sarah had secretly and subtly cum while dancing for him that first time, but this orgasm was far more obvious. Pulling her mouth away from the two cocks, she threw her head back, shut her eyes tightly, and still rubbing herself with furious abandon, gave an extended cry of pleasure.

After her orgasm had passed, she sat her bare ass on the cold black floor and smiled at her two lovers. The fact that she was still enthusiastically masturbating suggested to David that she wasn't quite finished. He was glad. Then Sarah beckoned him over accompanied by more dirty chat.




The Incentive List Ch. 03



"Get over here young man," she said, "I want that cock inside me."

As David knelt down, Sarah opened her thighs and reclined backwards onto the floor. It was cold and dirty, but she didn't seem to care.

David examined her engorged cunt for a short moment, aware that this was the first time he would know a woman in this way. Sarah parted her labia with two fingers, revealing a dark entrance boarded by tacky white discharge.

"In here," she instructed.

David did as he was told. Hovering over her body, supported by his skinny arms, he positioned his cock between her thighs, and after a teasing delay plunged it deep into her pussy.

Sarah grimaced and yelled out, apparently in pain. Was he hurting her? David pulled out just in case.

"No, push it back in. It's gorgeous," she said in an almost panicked voice. "Quickly, put it back in. Fuck me. Oh, for Christ's sake fuck me with your massive dick."

David needed no further encouragement, and as he plunged into her again, Sarah's grimace soon gave way to a look of contented relief.

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me David. Fuck me harder."

David began to thrust in and out, feeling his thick cock stretching Sarah's tight vagina as he did so. Each pump of his hips elicited a cry of pleasure from her, and brought David closer to his second climax of the night. His arms, however, we're tired, and he had to withdraw from Sarah's squirming body to rest them.

"Lie on your back, David," came her next breathless instruction.

David complied. His erection was moist with her juices and twitching with anticipation but it wasn't kept waiting long. Sarah straddled him and efficiently guided his cock back into her with her hand. A soft moan escaped her throat. She then started bouncing up and down on him, her tits bobbing delightfully and slapping into each other at random intervals. But the real treat was the sensation in David's cock; fully wrapped in Sarah's tight, soaking wet cunt, he was being pumped into a state of utter bliss. David reached up and squeezed her tits, this time more roughly, the way he had seen James do it.

Throughout this exuberant fucking, James had been content to watch from the seat, masturbating gently. But now he wanted in on the action. Cock in hand, he approached Sarah and began slapping at her face with it. She took the hint and slowed down her bouncing enough to be able to take James' cock into her mouth. Once fully inserted, she began slowly pumping David's crotch again, her oozing cunt squelching with each bounce. David looked up at this unfathomably dirty vision – a beautiful naked woman slowly sliding up and down his erection, her massive tits in his grateful grasp, as she loudly sucked off another man standing next to them.

"I think it's time," said James.

"Mm hmm," Sarah managed in acknowledgement, despite her mouth being full.

James slipped his cock out from her slobbery embrace, and took a few steps behind her. Sarah then lent forward, taking David's hands off her breasts and splaying his arms to the side. His cock still fully inside her, she laid flat onto his body, squashing her boobs against his chest. The last time Sarah's face was this close to his, she was sat on his lap in the club, and David was dreaming of what her body might feel like - now he was actually inside her. He craned his neck down, moving in to kiss her full on the lips, but she dodged the advance and whispered towards his ear instead.

"Get ready to hear me scream."

David felt his ankles being parted and looked down over Sarah's shoulder to see James kneeling down right behind her, positioned between his legs. Sarah shut her eyes tight in anticipation, and a grin erupted on her face as a slow and deliberate thrust from James filled her anal cavity. David's registered the changing pressures in her cunt as a second cock penetrated Sarah's body and she squealed with delight. Unable to bounce on him anymore, David compensated with short thrusts of his pelvis. James, meanwhile, was free to thrust as hard and as fast as he liked into Sarah's asshole, and gratefully seized the occasion. With each fervent stab of his cock, an almost rodent-like squeak was elicited from her. As endearing as the noises were, James evidently wanted some filthier vocalisations.

"Is it nice?" he asked.

"Oh - fuck - yes," she managed between the sharp intakes of breath that the multiple penetrating advances were eliciting.

"Two cocks! I've got - two cocks in me. Oh God, I'm being fucked by two boys. At the same - at the same fucking time. Oh God, I'm cumming. Cum in me James, I'm cumming!"

Hearing Sarah's description had taken David to the edge too, and feeling Sarah's cunt flexing with the initial phase of her orgasm triggered his second climax.

"I'm cumming as well ," he shouted.

"Me too," said James.

As the realisation of a triple simultaneous orgasm sunk in, all three let out guttural yells. James and David both pumped Sarah full of their semen and she cried out in amazement as she felt their warm wet tributes fill her cavities.

They all froze in position for a while, each trying to catch their breath. James pulled out first with a satisfying squelch and offered a hand to Sarah as he stood. She took it, and hoisted herself up off of David's cock. As she rose, the extent of the amount of cum that had been deposited inside her became evident, as the excess escaped from her violated holes and dripped down onto David's shaking body.

Sarah mouthed an apology before giving James a sheepish look.

"That's two for one," James sniggered.

Sarah went to the corner of the room and rummaged through a duffel bag that David hadn't noticed the whole time he had been in the room. He had, he supposed, been rather distracted. Sarah retrieved a bath robe, and wrapped herself in it.

"You know where to freshen up?" asked James.

"Yeah, Bob showed me earlier," she replied.

David, still naked on the floor, decided to pipe up.

"Did you guys set all this up for my birthday?" he said.

"Oh sweetheart," said Sarah as she tip-toed over and squatted down beside him. "James set this up for me. A little fantasy if mine: stripping for a naive young man at a club and letting him get more than he expected."

"But the fact it was your birthday made you the ideal candidate," interrupted James, who was busily re-clothing himself.

"The DP was a nice surprise though," said Sarah as she made her way towards the door. "We crossed two off my list in one go."

She stopped off where James was dressing and embraced him, squeezing his bottom and kissing him full on the mouth.

"Thank you," she said with a warm smile.

"You're very welcome, Mrs Parsons."

As Sarah unlocked and exited the room, James sighed with satisfaction and looked over at David's stupefied face.

"Happy Birthday," he said.



The Incentive List Ch. 04



Surrey, England

June 8th, 1997



James rang the doorbell with both trepidation and excitement. He had never been to Sarah's house before, and this felt like an inexplicably significant milestone in their unusual relationship, even if his attendance here was due to the continued, if rather belated exploration of his fantasy list.

The last several months had been busy for both of them: Sarah had been promoted at school and now had an entire language department to struggle with, and James' second year at university had proven to be a challenging one. Whenever possible, the couple had made every effort to see each other, and in going against her original suggestion of leaving casual sex out of their relationship, Sarah had signalled her growing appreciation of James' company by initiating sex with almost every meeting. He wouldn't quite go as far as calling her his 'girlfriend', but they were definitely part-time lovers, albeit ones that never seemed to end up back at her place – it was always in his flat at Uni, or in the back of her car, or even at his parent's house; never hers. Perhaps as a consequence of all this love-making, the fantasy lists had fallen by the wayside as the two of them seemed quite content to fulfil their lustier leanings with each other. But during their most recent rendezvous back in Edinburgh, they had got excited about the concept again, and Sarah seemed keen to revisit James' list. Tonight was to be the night.

James had been warned that this latest machination was particularly susceptible to the fates, and that he shouldn't get his hopes up for same kind of "majestic" set-up (Sarah's words, not his) that transpired in the Scottish strip club last year. James didn't care - he was ordered to bring an overnight bag, and if any part of Sarah's plan went wrong, he was sure he'd be able to negotiate some kind of compensation in Sarah's bedroom. 

Sarah's house, a quaint yet expansive and expensive-looking bungalow, was not what James expected. It was one of only a handful of dwellings dotted liberally down a long and winding country lane. A farm was located nearby as well as several areas of outstanding natural beauty that attracted weekend ramblers and dog walkers. James had visited the area several times himself, completely unaware that his old French teacher lived nearby. He struggled to understand how a teacher's salary could allow her to live in such rural luxury. 

The front door opened, and the cheeky, smirking face of his naughty companion greeted him. 

"Good evening young man. How are we today?"

"We are ok. Not bad at all," came James' reply. "Am I going to get any inkling of what you're up to tonight?"

Sarah ushered James inside. 

"Very soon you will, yes."

James wiped his feet on the welcome mat and gawped at his surroundings - an exquisitely decorated reception area full of homely charm but undisguisably expensive. 

"Wow," said James. "So how much do French teachers make, these days?"

"My parents left it to me," Sarah conceded with a smile. "One of the few benefits of being an only child – when they pop their clogs you get everything!"

It was delivered with obvious black humour, but James still felt bad. 

"Sorry," he offered. 

"Don't be. It was a long time ago," the welcome reassurance. "Now, let me give you the tour."

Sarah ferried him from room to room with the briefest of descriptions for each. 

"Toilet: use this one for number twos. Lounge: feel free to raid my video collection, but don't look for any hidden porn because there isn't any. Kitchen: fridge is full, so help yourself. Bathroom: pretty self-explanatory. My bedroom: you'll sleep here tonight if all goes according to plan - or even if it doesn't, I suppose. Master bedroom: this is where guests stay if I'm not sleeping with them."

"Why don't you make this one your bedroom? It's massive!" 

"Because I like cosy rooms to sleep in and this one's too big. Besides, this one has huge French windows that lead out into the garden. Which will be very useful for tonight."

James smiled with anticipation. 

"And what's happening tonight?" he asked coyly. 

"I'm going out. And you're house-sitting."

"Oh."

Sarah let the disappointment on his face register for a few more seconds before letting out a trademark cackle. She held out a hand and led him through the French windows and into the warmth of the summer evening. 

The garden was small but spectacular, protected all around by lush trees and thick bushes, the lawn was unkempt but ruggedly beautiful. It was like an oasis of grass in the middle of a forest. And right at the end, a modern but cute-looking outhouse towards which Sarah was excitedly dragging her young friend. 

Inside was an intriguing set-up: a comfy chair faced the window, besides which was a mini fridge and a small table. And on the small table was a worn but expensive-looking pair of binoculars. James finally clocked the fantasy that Sarah was trying to set up for him. 

"Now, tonight I am meeting up with a very lovely friend who I haven't been out with for ages. We're going to go for a few drinks, catch up about old times, and she's going to come back here slightly worse for wear and stay over for the night. And she is no doubt going to undress herself at some point, and due to a current lack of curtains in the guest bedroom, you are hopefully going to get a perfect view."

James sat on the chair and noted the direct line of sight from his seat, through the window, to the back of Sarah's house. He picked up the binoculars and realised with excitement not only that the apparatus gave him a generous magnification, but that the size of the French windows meant that hardly any of the guest room was obscured from his gaze. He could even make out the pattern on the bedroom pillows.

"By the time we get back it'll be dark, and as long as you keep the light off in here she won't be able to see you at all. Oh, and something else you might want to use to add to the experience."

Sarah leaned down and flicked a switch somewhere. Suddenly James could hear the music that had been playing loudly inside the house. He looked down to where Sarah had been fiddling and saw a chunk of white plastic laced with LEDs sticking out of a socket. 

"It's a baby monitor. I've hidden the other one in the guest room so you can listen in."

"Outstanding," James complimented.

"Now you might not get to see anything for all I know, but I'll try to engineer as many opportunities for you to perv over her as possible, okay?"

"Great."

"I'll call the house before we head home so you can set up in here. I'll give you some spare keys as well. After you've had your fun you can head back into the house and spend the night with me. I'll tell her you called in unexpectedly. Have you parked far enough down the road?"

"Yeah, nowhere near here."

"Good. Well, I'm going to get ready. I'm meeting her in town. Taxi's coming for me in an hour or so."

Sarah led James back to the house and deposited him in the lounge with the TV remote control while she got ready. Sure enough, about an hour later there was a knock at the front door, and Sarah emerged from her bedroom in a cloud of perfume looking casual yet stunning in dark skinny jeans and a tight red cotton blouse that strained to contain her pneumatic bust. She greeted the taxi driver at the door before grabbing her bag and yelling a goodbye to James.

"Listen out for my call. Have a good evening and fingers crossed for later!"

A slam of the door, and James was finally alone. 

He spent another hour watching TV before heading to the kitchen to make himself a ham sandwich. His growing excitement at his upcoming voyeurism was limiting his appetite somewhat, but he forced it down nonetheless before deciding to investigate Sarah's house with more scrutiny. Although almost certainly an invasion of her privacy, James felt that his poking around would be in the spirit of Sarah's mischievous endeavours. And so he started with her bedroom. 

Still smelling sweetly from her preparations earlier, James was struck by how "girly" the room was. The pinks and soft toys seemed slightly at odds with her modern, forward-thinking attitude. The top of her chest of drawers contained items more reflective of the woman he knew: in amongst the standard white cotton panties were lacy French knickers, G-strings, and a massive blue dildo. James sniggered to himself as he ran his fingers up the textured shaft, and wondered how much use Sarah got out of it. Maybe he could ask her to use it on herself later? His cock began to harden at the thought. 

A further rummage through her personal items turned up more fruity underwear, some sexy bras and, to James' delight, a well worn and familiar set of handwritten notes folded twice into a tight square. Seeing his fantasy list for the first time in a year or so gave him a tingling sensation. As he unfolded the pages, he could see that Sarah had scrawled notes over them with red ink. Looking at the one fantasy Sarah had already fulfilled, James could see that they were ideas and suggestions - the notes next to 'Fake Masseuse' read:

'Set up in outhouse? First aid room? Running club - Francesca, Emma, Martine?'

James' eye darted to the bottom of the next page, and sure enough notes had been written next to the most pertinent fantasy:

'Spy on a woman/women undressing and/or engaging in sexual activity:

'Use guest room and outhouse? Karen, Michelle or Lucy? If Lucy, try seduction?'

That last note was intriguing, but James didn't dare imagine what it might mean in case his expectations were over-inflated. Besides, he didn't even know who Sarah would be bringing back home tonight. 

It took all his willpower, but James decided it would be best if he resisted looking at Sarah's notes for the so-far unfulfilled fantasies - the surprise was part of the joy. He replaced the list, and the various pieces of lingerie he had been examining, and headed into the guest room. 

It was a large and welcoming room, still well-lit despite the rapidly receding sunlight. James examined the contents if the room and was drawn to a full length mirror shoved up against the side of a wall. Knowing women's penchant for assessing themselves when given the opportunity, James felt it could be repositioned so that if Sarah's guest were to examine herself, she would be facing the French windows rather than turned away from them. He also took the bedside lamp and repositioned it on the dresser rather than the bedside table - James didn't want his subject to be able to turn the lights out while buried under her bed sheets. It was while unplugging the lamp that James saw the baby monitor in a socket underneath the bed - unless someone wanted to return the lamp to its original position, no one would know it was there. James felt it was an acceptable risk - she was more likely to take a few steps out of bed to turn a light off than mess around with cables. Satisfied with his adjustments, James returned to the kitchen to get a beer. 

It was around 10.00 when the phone rang. James was suddenly nervous about picking up someone else's phone - what if it wasn't Sarah? Thankfully, the voice on the end of the line was reassuringly familiar:

"Heading back soon," Sarah whispered with more than a little inebriation. "Ordering a taxi now. Get in position. And don't cum too many times - I want some attention later too."

And with that, she hung up. James couldn't be happier. Regardless of how much voyeurism in which he would be able to indulge, Sarah Parsons wanted him. And that made him feel good (and hard).

James made his way to the outhouse and settled into his seat, replacing his nearly spent beer with one from the mini-fridge. He had left the guest room light on and checked his view. The binoculars were outstanding, and the difference between looking into the well-lit room at night compared to earlier in the day was staggering. James really could see everything. 

About 20 minutes passed before James noticed any activity. Another light went on in the house - they were home! James suddenly realised that there was no sound! He reached down and switched on the baby monitor. Predictably he only heard white noise - the range of the microphone meant that he'd only be able to hear chatter in and around the guest room. He didn't have to wait long. Within seconds the door burst open and a duet of naughty giggles filled James' ears. 

Sarah entered the room first, as saucy and mischievous as she had looked leaving the house, her hair now a lot more tousled. Following swiftly behind her was another vision of beauty. Average height with long, wavy flame-red hair and pale skin, she looked like a mythical creature. Her lips were deep red with lipstick, and her tight black t-shirt showed off her ample yet pert bosom. A pair of skinny jeans similar to Sarah's finished off the casual yet alluring outfit. She had incredibly slim legs with a gap between the tops of her thighs and her crotch that only the most toned of women could achieve. James wasn't great at deducing ages, but she was clearly younger than her host. 

"Your room, my dear," said Sarah. 

"Lovely," replied the mystery red-head with a slight northern twang in her accent. She then noticed the French doors. "Don't you have any curtains in here?"

"Yeah, sorry. I forgot they were getting dry-cleaned. But you don't need to worry, the garden's completely secluded. No one around for miles. I get naked in here all the time."

"I bet you do..."

"Speaking of which, can you try on this bikini while I remember?"

"What? Now?"

"Yeah, I'll forget otherwise, and you can put it in your bag if it suits you."

Sarah left the room to get the item of clothing that James knew was designed to give him the best chance of seeing her friend naked. Meanwhile, the flame-haired beauty checked out her accommodation for the night, bouncing in the bed to test the mattress' firmness. As she did, her breasts jiggled, and James stiffened at the thought of them bring revealed to him so soon. He reached down to adjust the growing erection in his trousers, and was frustrated to note that the weight of the binoculars made it almost impossible to hold then steady one handed - wanking whilst spying would be difficult.

Sarah re-entered the room with a small black bikini set and threw it into the bed. 

"It's too small for me, but it might be perfect for you. See what you think. I'll get us some wine. "

She vacated the room again and left the mystery girl alone to hold up and examine the skimpy outfit left for her. James' mouth was dry with anticipation, his cock throbbing with expectation. He desperately wanted to touch it, but his grip remained firmly around his spy glasses and the view they afforded. 

The girl nonchalantly threw the bikini back on the bed before reaching down and peeling off her tight t-shirt, throwing it on the chair by the dresser. The resonating thud of James' heartbeat was causing his view to judder as she immediately reached around her back to unclasping her smooth black bra. Infuriatingly, she chose this moment to face directly away from the window towards the bed. The bra came loose and was flung at the dresser chair before, much to James' relief and appreciation, she turned to sit on the end of the bed, unknowingly displaying her stunning tits in all their glory. 

Slightly smaller than Sarah's, but certainly a generous c-cup, they had a sensuous shape that struck James as looking heavy yet perky both at the same time. Unlike the pendulous boobs of Sarah and Emma, this girl's tits didn't hang from her chest at all, but seemed to protrude proudly despite their apparent heft - perfect globes of flesh only subtly pulled by gravity. James estimated that they might actually extend outwards just as far as they did downwards. Porcelain pale like the rest of her skin, they were finished with flat-looking nipples that sat within large, deep pink, almost red areolas. They pointed directly forward, like a couple of rose tinted targets. 

Sat on the bed, the girl struggled out of her skinny jeans, an effort that caused her breasts to shake and bounce. James let out an audible groan as he watched them dance across her chest. They were utterly captivating; instead of swinging, they actually kind of waved in front of her.

Free from the restrictive denim, the girl stood, again turning her back to the window as she shuffled out of her modest-looking black knickers. Her ass was tiny, and James noted how top-heavy her proportions were - all that hair and those ample tits balanced on a tiny waist and pin-like legs. 

She reached down onto the bed and tried on the bikini top, turning to examine the result in the full-length mirror that James had re-positioned. He mentally congratulated himself as he got visual confirmation that her flowing red locks were her natural colour, a thin strip of red hair pointing the way to her delicate crotch. 

Having been temporarily denied sight of her awesome breasts, James sacrificed a wobble-free view to unzip his fly and allow himself a well-deserved squeeze of his maddening erection. His cock responded with a copious pump of pre-cum that moistened his briefs.

By the time James had steadied his view with both hands, the girl had tried on the bikini bottoms and was admiring herself in the mirror, posing at various angles. She even checked how revealing the outfit would be when she leant over. The answer, much to James' increasing delight, was 'very'. Over the baby com, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," said the girl.

Sarah entered carrying a silk bath robe and gasped at her friend.

"Wow, Lucy, that looks amazing," she beamed.

'Lucy?' thought James. 'That sounded familiar.'

"The cups are a bit too big though," said Lucy. "Shame, because it is really nice..."

"You look gorgeous. Alison doesn't know what she's missing," said Sarah. 

"Yeah, well. Her loss."

James' interest was immediately piqued, and as he watched Sarah hand her friend the dressing gown and leave the room again, he started to connect the dots, recalling what Sarah had scribbled on his list. James sighed as he ogled Lucy unclasping the bikini top and slipping her gorgeous tits out of the fabric. Was Sarah planning on doing what she had written in her notes? Was he going to see more than this impromptu strip show? 

A now naked Lucy examined herself in the mirror, eyeing herself with self-critical disdain. 

"Oh Lucy, you've got nothing to be worried about," James whispered to himself. 

He again switched to 'shaky vision' so that a free hand could stroke the oozing erection in his pants. 

"Are you going to touch those tits for me," he continued. "Go on, give them a little grab for me."

Alas, his wishes went unfulfilled as with a final huff, Lucy wrapped herself tightly in the silk robe she had been given. James suddenly became concerned that she would head off to the lounge and not be seen again until bedtime. Sarah, however, was way ahead of him. Before Lucy had even left the reflection of the mirror, another knock echoed through via the baby monitor. 

"Come in," said Lucy. 

Sarah entered with a tap of her bottom against the door, a large glass of red wine in each hand. She planted herself at the end of the guest bed and offered a glass. Lucy took the invitation and sat down next to her, taking the glass and a generous swig. 

"Right, you've kept me waiting all night," said Lucy. "Are you going to finally tell me what this thing you want to ask is?"

Sarah suddenly looked embarrassed and shy. If it was an act it was a convincing one. 

"You know, I'm not sure I do. It's really... Forget about it Luce, it's a bit... No. Don't worry."

Lucy shifted closer to Sarah, which annoyingly caused James' view of her to be partially blocked by the window frame. She rubbed her friend's thigh with encouragement.




The Incentive List Ch. 04



"Oh don't be silly, you can say anything to me, you know that!"

James held his breath as he listened in. He knew Sarah well enough by now. This was an act, and he had a feeling he knew where it was heading. 

"Right," said Sarah as she looked to compose herself. "Firstly, you can tell me to fuck off; I really won't be offended..."

"Just tell me!" the exasperated interruption. 

"Okay, okay. How many times have you come on to me in the past?"

Lucy looked taken aback and a bit embarrassed. 

"I haven't done that in ages, you cow," came the almost hysterical, but good-natured response. Sarah's face lit up as she responded to Lucy's incredulity.

"How many times?!" she demanded with a giggle. 

"Loads of times. And you never even wanted to experiment."

"We've snogged!"

"I've snogged all my friends, I wanted to get you naked."

Sarah waited for their mutual giggling to die down, before fixing Lucy with a trademark naughty stare. 

"Do you still want to?"

Lucy put her head in her hand, obscuring her face from James' view, but he still heard her gasped response.

"Are you serious?" 

Sarah slowly nodded and tentatively reached over to brush the side of Lucy's silk-laden breast. 

Lucy removed her hand from her face and James could see her expression was gleeful shock. But she was still uncertain; she grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled it away from her chest. 

"I thought you said your toy boy was dropping by later?"

"He is," replied Sarah. "But I thought you could warm me up before he gets here."

Sarah stood and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. James' breathing started to seriously compromise his focus, but he could still make out Lucy shaking her head with disbelief.

"What has this boy done to you?" she wondered out loud. 

"He's loosened me up. Made me feel free. Encouraged me to experiment."

As the final button disengaged, her gaping top revealed a red lacy bra that, as always, framed her cleavage in the most spectacular way. A smile of approval crossed Lucy's lips, and an aching throb established itself in James' pants. He took the opportunity to completely remove the top of his trousers, and free his eager cock, exposing his moist helmet to the warm evening air.

"I've never done this before," said Sarah with what sounded like genuine trepidation as she let her blouse fall to the floor. 

Lucy stood to join her, James delighted to note that he now had an un-obscured view of them both.

"What do you want to do?" asked Lucy gently.

"Whatever you wanted to do all those times," the coy response.

"Well, the first thing I've always wanted to do since that first lesson with you is suck those amazing tits of yours."

Sarah smiled and went to reach behind her to unclasp her bra. Lucy interrupted the motion.

"No, let me," she said. 

Sarah put her arms by her side and stood passively as Lucy moved in closer, squashing their chests together, as she reached around and slowly and deliberately unhooked the garment. She then took a step back and ran her fingers down Sarah's shoulders, catching the straps on the way and causing the underwear to disengage from her breasts and fall to the ground. 

Her large, glorious tits were exposed, her nipples hard with anticipation. James never grew tired of seeing them, even from afar like this. Just the right balance of roundness and pendulous weight, with those tiny areolas – they were a natural marvel. Lucy obviously agreed judging from the audible sigh they elicited.

"You've seen them before," said Sarah in response. 

"Yeah, but I've never got to do this before."

Lucy reached up with both hands and eagerly squeezed the tits presented to her, forcing another fruity giggle from Sarah. Just as James had done so the first time he had been given the opportunity, Lucy spent some time simply experimenting with the physics of Sarah's prized assets. She pushed them up, moved them around her chest, thumbed her nipples, and pulled and tweaked at them like she was gently kneading bread. 

After allowing Lucy some time to get acquainted with her breasts, Sarah reached up and parted Lucy's robe, pushing her hands within. James deduced from the movements of her arms that she was reciprocating the tit massage, but Lucy's gaping robe was unfortunately obscuring his view. James desperately wanted to touch himself, but didn't want to break away from this awesome display of breast appreciation for even a second. He repeatedly flexed his cock instead, causing more and more pre-cum to flow up and out of his erection and down the side of his shaft. The pleasurable hums he was hearing over the baby com only fuelled his frustration.

There was no opportunity to pleasure himself, though. The show kept getting better and better. Perhaps mindful of giving James the best view, Sarah dramatically pulled on Lucy's robe, causing it to fall from her shoulders and exposing her upper torso. She then leaned forward and took one of Lucy's breasts full into her mouth. Lucy sighed with pleasure while continuing to reach down and fondle Sarah. 

Wet sticky noises were filling the outhouse as James observed his lover sucking loudly on Lucy's large pert tit. He couldn't resist sacrificing a steady view again for the opportunity to jerk himself off, the slurping sounds coming from the hidden microphone forming a sticky duet with the moist strokes of his lubricated cock. He do desperately wanted to be a part of this sexual tryst. Maybe an opportunity would come when he turned up at the house later? Maybe he should put down his binoculars and bang on that front door right now?! No. Sarah would have everything worked out. He just needed to trust her - and why not enjoy the private show that was being put on for him? Two girls - one experienced one tentative - exploring each other's bodies. It was every male voyeur's fantasy. He gave his cock one last frenzied wank, before letting go of his pulsating member and re-establishing a clear view. 

Lucy's robe had now fallen off completely, adding to the crumpled pile of clothes currently at their feet. Sarah was on her knees, her hands on Lucy's tiny pert ass and her neck craned upwards. For her part, Lucy was bending forward with her hands on Sarah's shoulders, allowing her tits to hover above Sarah's mouth. Sarah was taking the opportunity for a more targeted exploration of the firm-looking bust. She alternately took each nipple into her pursed lips, spending several seconds at a time at each tit. James imagined that she was flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the erect nipples - the moans of approval coming from Lucy suggesting he wasn't far wrong. 

Sarah's hands continued to smooth over Lucy's buttocks until, during a particularly enthusiastic suck on one of her tits, she shifted her attention to the tops of her thighs. 

The zoom was so good on James' binoculars that he had to decide where to focus his attention. The investigation of Lucy's crotch was happening at the periphery of his vision, but if he focussed on that, he'd miss out on the tit sucking he was enjoying so much. He switched between the two for a while, before a bold and sticky sounding infiltration stole his full attention. 

"Oh fuck," Lucy cried as James struggled to refocus. The details were hard to make out , but it looked as if Sarah had two, maybe more fingers inside Lucy's juicy cunt. A gentle thrust of Sarah's hand and a shrill moan from Lucy confirmed the breech. 

Lucy jerked backwards and collapsed onto the bed, before beckoning Sarah towards her. Sarah joined her, lying just to the side of her partner, and passionately kissed her. The sound of smacking lips and saliva being exchanged piped into James' hidden domain. 

Lying flat wasn't giving James the best view of their bodies. Seemingly aware of this, Sarah allowed Lucy to peel off her jeans before sitting upright and taking up a position kneeling just behind Lucy's head. She then leant over her naked friend's body and, using her arms to support her weight, let her pendulous tits dangle onto Lucy's face. Lucy opened wide and took the ample flesh into her grateful mouth. As she sucked away on Sarah's heavy breasts, Lucy reached down and continued what had been an all-to-brief stimulation of her pussy. Meanwhile, her free hand roughly pinched at her own hard nipples.

James' view was perfect - Sarah's positioning had conspired to squeeze an overload of erotic stimulation into his narrow field of vision. He was staring down the centre of Lucy's spread legs, the soles of her feet framing the enthusiastic fingering of her clit. Just a micro glance upwards and he could see that her frantic manipulations were jiggling her free breast, the other one safe within her grasp. And at the top of this incredible vista, Sarah's big boobs were hanging down onto Lucy's face, her short bobbed hair ensuring that her blonde trusses weren't obscuring any of the action. Sarah looked up to directly face the French windows and gave her hidden observer a wink followed by an exaggerated lick of her lips. 

James' hand met his cock again and he jerked it furiously. He lowered the binoculars completely and settled for the long distance view of proceedings so that he could give his painfully engorged penis a proper wank. A symphony of wet sounds were now filling James' hiding place: the slurps of Lucy's mouth on Sarah's tits, the noise of Lucy's fingers rubbing at her moist pussy, and the brisk fapping of James' slippery cock. It was a perfect peeping Tom experience. 

James was close to orgasm, but his previous experiences with Sarah had taught him that if the stimulation was strong enough, he was more than able to firm up and cum again a second or maybe even third time. If he came now, he'd be ready for whatever Sarah had in store for him later. A whispered request from Lucy convinced him to wait a while, though.

"Let me taste your cunt..."

James lifted the binoculars again to watch the next set of events unfold. Sarah knew exactly what to do; every position she had adopted so far seemed designed to offer James the most detailed observation and this was no exception. She lifted her breasts away from Lucy's face, bounced off the mattress, and sat on the end of the bed, directly facing the windows.

"Come round here," she cooed, and Lucy obeyed. Sarah put her thumbs into the elastic of her knickers, and with a shimmy of her butt, and a seductive pull downwards, they were around her ankles. With her feet, she flicked the silky fabric across the room and then spread her thighs. Before Lucy came around to join her, James got a quick glimpse of Sarah's pussy. Again, detail was hard to make out, but it looked pink and swollen. Lucy arrived and turned her back on James, momentarily blocking his view of Sarah. Her flame red hair extended almost as far down as her ass. She then knelt down, revealing Sarah's voluptuous torso again, and pushed her head deep within Sarah's thighs. Sarah closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip before moaning her approval. 

Lucy placed a hand on each of Sarah's knees and the back of her head began to oscillate up and down and left and right. James didn't know exactly what she was doing, but it involved her rosy-lipped mouth on Mrs Parsons' cunt, and that was all the information he needed right now.

"Oh Lucy, you clever, clever girl," sighed Sarah with encouragement.

Lucy's response was slightly hard to make out - the first time the baby monitor had failed in its task - but Sarah's response made the intention obvious.

"I love it. You know exactly what you're doing."

Sarah then looked down to check that Lucy was fully engaged before looking directly towards to outhouse and addressing James directly again. She raised her eyebrows as if to say 'not bad, eh?' and then poked a cheeky tongue out. Knowing exactly what would complete James' visual stimulation, she started to massage her beautiful tits, manipulating and pulling them as if presenting them towards her voyeuristic colleague. She then performed the act James had first asked of her all those months ago in the shower room at school, pushing her tits up towards her mouth and meeting her nipples with her tongue. All the while, the back of Lucy's head was bobbing around her crotch. 

"Fucking hell, Lucy, I am so wet. I can feel myself gushing into your mouth. You're licking my cunt; I can't believe your tongue is inside my cunt..."

The dirty talk seemed to be turning on Lucy as much as James. One if her hands came away from Sarah's knee and delved down in front of her, no doubt to stroke her neglected clitoris. Indeed, the vigorous animation of her elbow suggested her pussy was getting some brisk attention.

The overload of sensory stimulation then triggered something unexpected in James' body. For the first time outside of a wet dream, James could feel himself beginning to ejaculate without any direct physical stimulation. He didn't even have time to put down the binoculars before a warm jet of his cum shot out from the tip of his erection and up onto his t-shirt. He cursed as he grabbed his cock and directed several more shots away from him, most landing on the window he was peeping through, before allowing the less powerful ejections to festoon his bare thigh. He was disappointed by the timing, and the lack of preparation, but not by the sensation - it was probably the most enjoyable solo orgasm he had ever felt, and his still firm cock was tingling with pleasure.

James considered cleaning himself up, but an increase in activity over the baby monitor forced him to delay.

"I'm cumming Lucy. Fuck I'm cumming. I'm being licked out by a girl and she's making me cum!"

James looked up through the binoculars just in time to see Sarah throwing her head back and pulling Lucy's head as far into her crotch as she could. James could see her tits shaking as her body vibrated with her climax. Her thighs closed around Lucy's bobbing head and she let out a high pitched cry of orgasm.

James' cock was still dripping with the cum from his own climax, but his cock was already hard again at seeing such an erotically charged scene.

Sarah flopped backwards onto the bed and Lucy pulled away from Sarah's no doubt soaking wet pussy. She clambered onto the bed over Sarah's body and kissed her on the lips, before lying next to her. Both looked up to the ceiling with their legs bent over the end of the bed. They clasped hands and both sighed.

James put down the binoculars and began to clean up. Looking around, he saw a box of tissues on what looked like an old workbench - Sarah really had thought if everything. If only she had foreseen the need for a change of shirt. James scraped as much jism of his shirt as he could while eavesdropping on the girls' conversation.

"That was stunning," said Sarah, trying desperately to catch her breath.

"I can't believe you let me do that," replied Lucy.

"Well, I'm really glad I finally did."

"You taste amazing. Had to really stop myself from cumming too early."

"Did you cum too?"

"Twice."

"Twice?! I didn't even hear you once!"

"I'm really quiet," Lucy giggled. "No one ever knows I've cum unless they're inside me."

"When did you cum?"

"Once on the bed when you were dangling your tits in my mouth, and just then when you started mouthing off."

"Wow. You are quiet."

"It's useful sometimes. I've made myself cum loads of times in public before without anyone noticing."

James smiled to himself as he mopped up the last globules of cum from the window in front of him – how much he would appreciate the ability to get himself off without the very obvious fallout. He fetched his briefs and trousers off the floor and dressed himself.

"I like the new Sarah," continued Lucy. "I thought you were being a bit flirty at the pub, but you've knocked me back so many times in the past... Is this really all down to your new fuck buddy?"

"James," corrected Sarah. "And I guess so. He's got me to experiment in lots of ways. He's really sweet but really dirty at the same time. I trust him, and he trusts me. We're having fun together."

"I'm surprised you didn't ask me if I was up for a threesome."

James' ears pricked up.

"Well, funny you should say," said Sarah. "The thing is he really wants one, but I didn't want my first time with another woman to be with him watching."

"Liar," muttered James under his breath.

"I wanted to try it out with someone I trusted first," she continued, "See what it was like without a guy involved."

"Who does he want the threesome to be with?" asked Lucy.

"I don't think he's got anyone in mind."

"Well, did you think about asking me?"

James smiled. She was such a clever, manipulative minx. Peeking back through the binoculars he saw Sarah turn to Lucy and fix her with an innocent stare.

"Well of course I thought about it, but it's a big thing to ask. And I wasn't even sure you liked... you know... cock anymore."

Lucy guffawed. 

"Well I admit they're not at the top of my favourites list, but I think I remember what to do with them. I did have a couple of boyfriends before I came out, you know."

"But won't you hate it?"

"No, it's just a cock. And if you're going to be there I'll have more than enough to entertain myself."

Sarah grinned a massive Cheshire cat grin.

"Well, you know he's coming round later? About 12.00 I think he said."

James checked his watch. It was 11.35. Looking back through his spy glasses he saw Lucy sit up, her beautiful tits protruding proudly from between her arms. She looked perturbed.

"I haven't even met him," she said.

"You're right," said Sarah. "I'm sorry, forget it. Really."

Lucy stared into the middle distance for a while, deep in thought.

"Is he hairy?" she asked.

"Smooth chest. Trimmed pubes." 

"And he's sweet, not cocky?"

"He's actually quite shy."

James was willing her on from his hiding place. Her decision would determine whether he spent tonight nestled in the bosom of one beautiful woman, or two!

"If I do it, you have to go down on me at some point," Lucy offered.

"Okay."

"And I don't want him cumming in me. Or over me, for that matter."

"Deal."

"Okay. Top up my glass with a large measure and we'll get ready for him. Can I have a shower first?"

James' heart was soaring. A cast iron guaranteed threesome was just a half hour away. And he already knew that the bodies he would be engaging with we're both stunningly beautiful from afar; he couldn't wait to see Lucy's up close. For the first time in his life, he would be playing with two pairs of breasts at the same time. Sarah Parsons, you are a legend.

The next 20 minutes took an age to go by for James. He figured he could turn up early, but he wanted his brace of beauties to be ready for his arrival. He had no idea what was going on outside of the guest room, but he saw Lucy down a lot of wine very quickly before heading pout for a shower, Sarah tidy the room briefly before firing a cheeky thumbs-up in the direction of the outhouse, and Lucy re-enter the room dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. She quickly dried herself and squeezed her body into her previously discarded underwear. Her hair remained sensually damp as she assumed a seductive position on the bed. Sarah left the room no doubt to adjust her own appearance. James gave her 5 minutes, watching Lucy stare at the ceiling lost in thought, before leaving the outhouse as quietly as possible.

He crept around the edge of the garden out of Lucy's potential line of sight, and reached the path to the front of the house without making a sound. He rapped on the front door, his erection straining against his trousers. The door finally opened and Sarah stood in the doorway with an incredibly filthy look on her face. She had changed into a set of underwear that James hadn't seen before; a black strapless bra that barely contained her breasts and lacy French knickers. She had also applied some more make-up; her lips were a deep red and her eyes dark with eye shadow. Knowing that Lucy was probably eavesdropping, she spoke to James as if he were completely oblivious to the situation.




The Incentive List Ch. 04



"I've got a bit of a treat for you tonight," she said.

"I can see that," responded James, keeping up the charade.

"Oh, it gets better than this. You know I said there might be a friend of mine staying here tonight?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, she wants to meet you too."

"What do you mean by 'meet'"

"Follow me and find out."

Sarah led James through the house towards the guest room. He watched the shake of her buttocks as they wobbled with each step. His erection was already seeping, and he hoped he would be able to last long enough to explore all the possibilities that lay beyond this door. Sarah opened it for him to reveal Lucy reclined seductively on the bed in her underwear. She looked even more beautiful in the flesh, her damp hair adding to the sensual pose.

"Hi James," she said nonchalantly. "I'm Lucy."

"Pleasure to meet you," responded James, feigning surprise and incredulity. He turned to Sarah as she started speaking.

"Lucy doesn't usually spend quality time with men, but if you can resist cumming in her, or over her, she's more than willing to join us tonight. Aren't you Luce?"

"Absolutely."

James smiled. All the subterfuge had been taken care of; all the explanations given. It was now just him and two semi-naked women eager for some fun. Sarah shut the door behind her and shuffled past James to join Lucy on the bed. She faced her body towards her and put a hand on her ass before turning back towards James.

"Why don't you take some of those clothes off? We'll get warmed up."

She turned back to Lucy and began kissing her hard on the mouth. Lucy reciprocated and placed a hand on Sarah's barely contained chest.

James enjoyed the sight and so was happy to very slowly and deliberately remove his clothes. Even though the girls were in their underwear, he stripped down completely, giving his throbbing erection the freedom it demanded. He gently stroked his shaft as he watched the two beautiful women making out on the bed before him. Lucy opened her eyes and noticed James playing with himself. She broke off her kiss and nodded towards him.

"I think your friend's ready to join in."

Sarah rolled onto her back, her nipples now poking out from the insubstantial fabric supporting her breasts. 

"Come here then," she demanded with a beckon of her finger.

James clambered onto the mattress and reclined on his side next to Sarah. Lucy took up a similar position, and Sarah looked left and then right at her expectant partners.

"Well, aren't I the lucky girl?" she said. "But this is supposed to be your treat, James. I think we should swap places."

James was happy to comply as he lay onto his back and allowed Sarah to climb over him, her barely contained breasts slapping his head as she went past, before leaning up against his side. A beautiful semi-naked woman at each arm, smiling seductively at him. His stiff erection was well-warranted.

Sarah leant in and kissed him passionately. James took the opportunity to pull down her strapless bra, exposing her swollen tits. Sarah pulled away and Lucy took her cue to lean in and kiss him herself - less passionately than Sarah but still with genuine tenderness, her tongue gently exploring James' mouth. Lucy pulled away and smiled, giving James an opportunity to examine her stunning face. Porcelain pale with a dusting of freckles that James hadn't been able to make out from a distance, she had an otherworldly beauty, no doubt enhanced by the knowledge that as a man, he wouldn't normally be afforded this intimacy with her. He craned his neck up to kiss her again, and she smiled again as she greeted his lips. The sensation was multiplied as he felt a some fingers wrap around his penis, recognising the expert touch of Sarah's hand. She spread the pre-cum over his helmet, and gently pumped his shaft. James broke contact with Lucy again and put on his best boyish expression.

"If you don't mind," he said innocently, "I'd really like to see your breasts."

Lucy smiled sweetly. 

"Oh he is so cute," she said to Sarah.

"James does like his tits," said Sarah, increasing the rhythm of her hand job.

Lucy sat up, assuming a cross-legged position, before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. As she did so, James reached out and pinched the underwire at the bottom of one of the cups.

"Can I?" he asked. 

Lucy nodded in approval and let James lift up her bra, causing her tits to fall slightly into their natural position. Leaving the bra hanging by its straps, James marvelled at the pale round globes of flesh with the large rosy areolas that were now poking out from beneath the silky fabric. Her nipples were large and puffy, and demanded a tweak between James' thumb and forefinger. Sarah let go of James' cock and rose onto her knees, unclasping her own bra and throwing it onto the floor. James, his left hand fondling one of Lucy's nipples, reached over with his right hand to cup one of Sarah's larger, heavier breasts.

"I could probably die happy now," he declared.

Sarah leant over James' face and pursed her lips towards Lucy. Lucy smirked at her plan to get James into a real frenzy, and pulled her bra completely off before leaning in to meet Sarah's mouth with a sticky kiss. The result for James was that he was staring up at two gorgeous women tonguing each other just inches from his face, with their respective breasts hanging down over him. Sarah's more pendulous assets were touching his chest, whereas Lucy's pert yet prominent bust was hovering above his mouth. 

James took a while just to take in the view, stroking himself into a state of blissful sensitivity. When he was finally ready, he fulfilled his long-time fantasy and groped two different women's breasts at the same time. His tight squeezes were met with encouraging moans from both women. Her left breast in his left hand, James craned his neck and took Lucy's right breast into his mouth, all the while massaging Sarah's tits, alternately lifting each one from his chest and fingering her revealed nipples. James enthusiastically licked Lucy's firm tit and traced the outline of her areola with the tip of his tongue.

The girls, for their part, we're refusing to break their embrace, noisily exchanging saliva whilst signalling their enjoyment of James' molestations with satisfied hums and moans. Lucy instinctively reached down to her crotch, slipping her fingers inside her underwear. James could hear that they were met with something sticky. Sarah decided to pleasure James rather than herself, and reached across to greet his twitching cock. She gripped it firmly and pumped it several times, taking James to the brink of orgasm for the second time. James didn't want to cum yet. He brought his head back down onto the mattress and barked a warning.

"Stop," he gasped. "Not yet."

Sarah complied, and released her grip, before finally breaking her lip lock with Lucy. Both the ladies leaned back with smug grins on their faces, seemingly satisfied that they had pleasured their guest with such efficiency.

"Why don't you sit over there for a while" suggested Sarah, motioning to the seat in the corner. "Take yourself away from the brink. I've got to do a favour for a friend."

Lucy smiled as she registered Sarah's intentions. James did as he was told and planted himself in the chair, trying to resist the overwhelming urge to touch himself. Lucy moved up to the top of the bed, using two pillows to prop up her head. She bent her knees, pulling her feet up towards her butt, and invitingly spread her thighs. Sarah approached on her hands and knees, and tugged at Lucy's black panties, peeling them away from her sticky pussy, down her slim legs, and off the ends of her feet. Lucy presented her cunt to Sarah proudly, spreading her labia with her fingers. The well-trimmed strip of red pubic hair was sparkling with moisture where it met the swollen treats below. Sarah reached out and massaged the wetness into the tops of Lucy's thighs before diving in with her mouth.

Lucy's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Sarah's mouth met her cunt. As was the case earlier in the evening, when James had observed the first round of girl-on-girl cunnilingus, he couldn't make out the exact oral techniques being utilised by the giver, but the receiver was moaning her approval.

James desperately wanted to touch himself. Judging by his level of horniness, he was confident he could cum a second time and still continue, but he didn't want his cum to spill on the floor twice – not when there was such opportunity in front of him. He rose from the chair and approached the writhing couple. Back on the bed, he got on his knees and shuffled up behind Sarah's ass, which was pointing invitingly up into the air. He pulled her knickers down to her knees revealing her swollen labia, glistening with natural lubrication. Lucy opened her eyes and acknowledged James with a smile through her laboured breathing. Lining his rock hard cock up with Sarah's wet pussy, James plunged himself into her as far as he could go.

Her face still pushed hard into Lucy's crotch, Sarah gave a muffled cry as James filled her cunt with his grateful member. He placed his hands on Sarah's hips and thrust in and out of her, hoping that he would last long enough to give his benefactor another powerful orgasm. 

James and Lucy were locked in eye contact, joined in pleasure through the skill of Sarah's tongue and the tightness of her pussy. James didn't want to break the mood by asking, so he flicked his eyes down to Lucy's chest and then back up to her eyes. Lucy smiled in acknowledgment and reached up to give her tits an erotic massage. James slowed the rhythm of his pelvic thrusts as he tried to stave off his climax for just a brief while longer, but the sight of Lucy, eyes closed and tweaking at her shapely breasts was making it difficult. Sarah then forced the issue. Her cunt began to flex and a muffled scream rumbled from deep within her throat. Her orgasm triggered James' own, and he felt a combination of intense sexual pleasure and relief as he fired his load into a pussy already seeped in moisture.

Sarah lifted her head from Lucy's messy-looking crotch and wiped her sticky face on her thigh. 

"Jesus, that was good," she said with mild understatement.

James pulled out of her, his cock followed by a stringy mixture of her juices and his cum. Sarah took the opportunity to roll onto her back next to her friend; she was breathless with physical efforts. 

"I felt you cum this time," she said, turning to Lucy. "I thought I was going to drown down there."

Lucy leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, before clocking James' receding erection and beckoning him over to join them.

James accepted the offered embrace of Lucy's left arm, and Sarah nestled up on her right. She was like a mother hen cuddling up to her brood.

"Well that was a lot nicer than I was expecting," she said, smugly.

"So, are you less lesbian and more bisexual now?" teased Sarah.

"I've always been bisexual," retorted Lucy. "Just more if an 80:20 bisexual."

She looked down at James' semi-turgid penis and took the base between her fingers, flicking it back and forth so that it slapped against his thighs. Some excess cum spilled onto his leg.

"I mean look at that," she continued. "No offence James, but a pussy is ten times better than that."

"You'll get no argument from me," James said, aware that the touch of this delightful creature was causing his cock to cross over from rubbery to nearly hard again. A feat that didn't go unnoticed. 

"That's quite impressive," noted Lucy.

"Oh, James is quite gifted in that department," confirmed Sarah, proudly. "Always ready for a second go."

"Third go, actually," corrected James, before rueing his decision to share.

"When was the first time?" Lucy enquired. 

Sarah looked over at him mischievously, her cheeky face framed by Lucy's chin and breasts.

"Yeah James," she teased, knowing full well that James had talked himself into a hole."When was the first time?"

James had to think fast.

"I... had a little personal time earlier," he finally answered. "Was looking forward to coming over. A bit too much as it turns out."

Lucy laughed before looking down again and noting that James' full erection had returned. 

"I think you've got a keeper here, Sarah," she said.

"Oh, I'll keep him around for a while yet. We've still got plenty of things to do, haven't we James."

The two shared a look of acknowledgment over Lucy's body.

"Oh you two are just adorable," smirked Lucy, before cupping her tits. "Can I have some attention for a while, please?"

Happy to see that Lucy's sexual appetite hadn't abated, James gratefully leaned in to lick her left breast, Sarah taking care of the other.

"Mmmmmm... bliss," she sighed as her hands reached down to reciprocate the attention. One of her hands gripped James' phoenix-like erection, and the other smoothed the trimmed hair above Sarah's crotch. As James' and Sarah's gentle nuzzling turned to vigorous sucking, Lucy responded in kind. She started jerking on James' cock and pushed some fingers into Sarah. Sarah flinched, her pussy still apparently sensitive from her recent orgasm, before re-engaging with Lucy's tit and venturing her own hand towards Lucy's cunt.

"That's lovely, guys," she sighed. "Suck harder."

James thought he was already applying a lot of suction, but evidently Lucy liked it rough. Her breasts were difficult to manipulate due to their firmness; they weren't as pliant as, say, Sarah's and he had to open his mouth as wide as he could to suck on anything more than her nipple. He took as much of her tit into his mouth as he could and took a long, heavy draw. He felt her nipple respond in his mouth, swelling on his tongue.

"Yes, that's it," she squealed, tightening her grip on his shaft. "Good boy. Very good boy."

James noted that Sarah was being more deliberate, running her tongue around the circle of Lucy's areola - the focus of her attention was on the massaging of her friend's clitoris. James could hear the wet manipulations coming from between Lucy's legs and could feel her body tense under the multiple stimulations.

Minutes passed, and perhaps mindful that she was hogging all of the attention, Lucy suggested a change of position.

"Sarah. Crouch over my face."

Sarah looked up from her tender administration of Lucy's swollen nipple, and smiled. James backed off to allow the girls to reposition and watched as Lucy shuffled down the bed slightly. Then, supported on her bent knees and facing Lucy's feet, Sarah squatted over her mouth. As she lowered herself, her eyes shut tight with pleasure and she let out a moan.

James assessed the situation to decide his best way of engaging and decided to rise to his feet. Standing on the bed he had to stoop to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. He approached Sarah, pointing his throbbing cock at her face. She momentarily opened her eyes, clocking his approach, before closing them, turning her head to the side, and opening her mouth wide. 

James fulfilled her invitation and rested his cock on the base of her tongue. Like a Venus fly trap she immediately snapped her lips tightly together, gratefully sucking on the surprisingly hard phallus. James' cock was sore, but the discomfort Sarah's mouth was causing him was pleasurable pain. If anything, he wanted her to suck harder.

Looking down, he could see Lucy tending to Sarah like a mechanic under a car. She was fondling her own breasts, and James could see that his hard sucking had distorted their symmetry, her left nipple and areola notably more swollen than the other.

Sarah, sight unseen due to her intimate examination of James' latest erection, felt down in front of her and removed Lucy's hands from her breasts so that she could fondle them instead. Lucy accepted the intervention and reached down to finger herself instead.

James reached down to fondle Sarah's hanging tits, lifting them and letting them fall before tweaking her nipples in a constant cycle of stimulation. Between the three of them, everyone's sexual organs were being sucked or fondled, and James was shocked to feel yet another orgasm stirring within him. Sarah let James' cock slip out of her mouth and a gob of saliva fell from her lips, landing on Lucy's neck.

"Lucy. Can James fuck you?"

"Mmm hmm..." came the muffled acceptance, and she raised her knees and spread her legs in preparation.

"Don't cum in her," Sarah reminded James with a wink, before watching him make his way towards Lucy's spread thighs. He slid his hands under her tiny ass and lifted her off the mattress slightly, marvelling at the amount wetness and moisture exuding from her pussy. He lined the tip of his cock up with the glistening rosy target, before thrusting inside her.

Lucy gave a huge muffled cry, and James allowed himself the vanity of thinking that her first cock in however many years was a refreshingly pleasurable sensation. Her free hands extended upwards and took Sarah's tits in her hands. James and Sarah exchanged smiles as they each got off from the girl writhing beneath them.

James then flicked his eyes down to focus on Lucy's rough manipulation of Sarah's tits. Taking full advantage of their pliancy, she pinched and stretched and pulled them outward and downward. Their sensitivity, combined with the deep penetration of Lucy's tongue, took her to the brink again. 

"I'm cumming again guys. Fucking hell I'm cumming again."

James had to stop his pumping of Lucy's sticky cunt to prevent himself breaking Lucy's stipulation, the sight of Sarah's exctasy-filled face pushing him close to climax. She let out a guttural roar and which Lucy complimented with a painful looking tweak of her friend's taut nipples. 

Sarah, exhausted, pulled her visibly dripping pussy away from Lucy's mouth, and flopped against the headboard.

"That's me done," she gasped. "I'm spent."

Lucy smiled, proud of her efforts. She then looked at James with a hint of coyness.

"Did you cum?" he asked.

"Lots of times," she confirmed.

"Silent multiple orgasms," Sarah chimed. "Now that's a trick I'd like to learn."

James pulled out of Lucy and she winced slightly with sensitivity. 

"Well, you haven't turned me, James, but that wasn't all that bad," she said, before turning to Sarah. "Of course having your cunt in my face helped."

"Do you feel like you need to cum again?" asked Sarah, looking towards James.

"Oh poor James," Lucy teased. "I didn't let you cum, did I? Hang on; let me see if I remember how to do this."

And with that she bounced over to James, who was sat on the bed, leaning back with his thighs spread, and without warning, whilst planted on her knees, leant as far forwards as she could to take his still hard cock into her mouth.

Sarah sniggered at the turn of events and offered some encouragement.

"Tickle his balls!"

Lucy's technique was understandably amateurish, but incredibly eager for someone who had confessed a lack of appreciation for the male form. She noisily thrust her head back and forth, coating James' shaft with sticky saliva as she vigorously bobbed over him. As instructed by Sarah, she gently cupped his dangling testicles and stroked them with her fingertips.

If he hadn't already cum twice, the unconventional blow job still would have been enough to bring him to orgasm. But as pleasant as the sensation was, it was going to take a far more concerted effort to make him cum a third time, so he didn't have to worry about breaking Lucy's rules. Nonetheless, he was becoming increasingly keen to finish the night with a final ejaculation. After amusing herself watching her friend clumsily fellate James, Sarah threw out a lifeline.

"How do you want to cum, James?"

James didn't need to think for too long; he wasn't going to get this opportunity again, and though perhaps a bit tame, his final request was a no-brainer for someone with his particular delectations.




The Incentive List Ch. 05



Edinburgh, Scotland

May 12th, 1998

James eyed his housemate nervously - she should have gone by now. Helen felt his eyes piercing into her and looked up instinctively, her striking grey eyes narrowing suspiciously as she sipped her tea.

"What?!" she huffed.

"I thought you were going to Karen's for the weekend," James said.

Helen sighed and brushed her mousey brown hair away from brow.

"I am, but I'm going to miss the next bus, and I'm not hanging around the bus stop for an hour. Why are you desperate to get rid of me?"

"I'm not. I'm just checking."

"Don't worry James, you've got the place to yourself tonight; you and Sarah can be as loud as you like," she said, before muttering "Not that anything usually stops you."

James let that last barb slide. Helen and his other housemate Jen had been remarkably tolerant of Sarah's occasional visits that would invariably lead to the kinds of night-time activities that were embarrassingly audible through the thin walls and floors of the house. However, this latest rendezvous required both his housemates to be well and truly out of the way. Jen was visiting her folks in another country, so that was sorted, and Helen had organised a night out and a sleepover with a friend across town.

James found Jen pretty hard-going, but in direct contrast Helen was almost the perfect housemate. She was generous, honest, supportive and a good friend. And because she was physically the opposite of what James usually found attractive in women, there was never the chance of both of them complicating their friendship with any drunken shenanigans. Not that Helen wasn't a pretty young creature, she just wasn't James' type. Tall, skinny with a pert yet modest bust, James had never felt the urge to try his chances. Even an episode from a few weeks back when Helen prematurely exited the bathroom before she had completely covered herself with her robe, giving James a generous glimpse of her moist little tits and trimmed pussy, had done little to change his opinion (although the voyeuristic nature of the flash had contributed to several nights worth of masturbatory material).

"What have you two got planned?" Helen asked.

"Oh, quiet night in I think."

"You two are never quiet on your nights in," she smirked.

"Instead of constantly banging on about my sex life, why don't you go and try to get one of your own?"

"Oh, touché. Find me a bloke who isn't a complete prick and I'll see what I can do."

James smiled to himself. If he thought her sensible, straight-laced brain could handle it, he would suggest she stay put - she might find what she was looking for by staying in tonight. But it was best she stayed well clear.

Thankfully, a half hour later, she was out the front door. James checked his watch; he still had plenty of time to set up. He headed to his room to retrieve several cotton drop cloths from his cupboard, and began to lay them down on top of the lounge carpet. As he did, his mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Sarah the evening they first shared their fantasy lists...

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August 25th 1996

"What's a 'boo cake'?" James had asked as he nursed a pint of lager.

"I have no idea," Sarah replied.

"It's on your list. A 'boo cake' party."

Sarah threw her head back and guffawed, causing everyone on the pub to turn and look. In a rare moment of self-consciousness she reigned herself in and lent in towards James, grasping his hand and whispering her response.

"Bukkake," she managed through her giggles.

"OK," James conceded sheepishly. "What's 'bukkake'?"

"It's when loads of men repeatedly cum over a woman so that she's basically a gooey mess."

"Oh," said James, trying to comprehend the shocking scenario that had been communicated with such understated candour.

Sarah sipped on her wine while studying the stunned expression on James' face with a smile.

"Isn't that a bit - you know - degrading?" James offered.

"I'm sure most women would find it incredibly degrading," Sarah fired back. "It depends who's involved, of course, and how much control you've got. But in the right circumstances, I wouldn't see it as being degraded, I'd see it as being... celebrated."

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it."

"It would be like you're being worshiped. All these men focussing just on me, competing with each other to shower me with their appreciation. My naked body covered with their warm sticky cum."

She pushed her shoeless foot into his crotch to confirm that her description was having the desired effect. It was.

"And that would turn you on?" James croaked.

"Talking about it turns me on. I can't imagine what kind of state I'd be in if I ever got to do it."

Sarah withdrew her foot and suddenly spoke seriously.

"It would have to be the right group of men," she said. "Boys really. Sexually naive. Awkward. Like you."

"Oh thank you."

"So it wouldn't feel like I was being abused, you know? I'd need to be in charge - giving instruction."

"Well, we both know you're very good at that."

"Indeed."

They shared a naughty giggle.

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Edinburgh, Scotland

May 12th, 1998

It had taken over two years to get to this - probably the filthiest and certainly the most logistically complicated scenario on Sarah's list.

Recruiting had been a fraught process. James needed sexually awkward geeks who would be willing to partake in a fetishistic sexual practice involving other men - hardly a simple brief. Turning a conversation to the kind of topic where James could ascertain whether potential participants would be interested in such depravity pushed his social skills to the max. He had avoided tapping genuine friends - he didn't want this episode to follow him around for the rest of his life - so had focussed on kind and well-meaning geeks he studied with that he would be able to refute and ignore should details of this evening ever get out. Therein lay another good reason why James had left this scenario to the very end of his time at university. If news about this ever did get out - and despite swearing the participants to secrecy this was always a possibility - he would be leaving Edinburgh and all of his uni mates in a matter of weeks. His reputation as a sexual deviant with a pervy older girlfriend would hopefully be left behind too.

James surveyed his prep work. Every inch of the floor was protected from 'spillage' as well as some of the furniture. The walls were vulnerable, but James hoped his colleagues' aims would be true. He could always wipe them down afterwards.

James slumped onto one of the sofas now covered by a white sheet. As he looked into the centre of the room and mentally pictured the scene that would unfold just hours from now, his cock twitched with anticipation. His wandering mind was brought back to the present by a loud rap at the front door. The first of his invited guests had arrived.

"Here we go..." James muttered to himself.

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Sarah arrived several hours later as instructed to allow James' other guests to unwind and relax with a beer or two. As she stood in the doorway she calmed herself with a deep breath - she was excited, but a little anxious too. She had dressed conservatively, almost for business, in a charcoal pencil skirt, high heels and a white blouse. Her face, however, was made up as if she were going out for the night, and the black silk of James' favourite bra was showing through the material of her top. Her partner in crime opened the front door.

"Evening," she smirked.

"Wow, you look gorgeous" said James as he kissed her, took her overnight bag and placed her coat on a hook. "How are you?"

"Nervous, but can't wait," her enthusiastic response.

James led her down the hallway and showed her into the lounge. Sarah beamed at the reception as she counted seven other male students dotted around the cloth-covered room. Awkward she had asked for and awkward she had pretty much got. The gathered ensemble looked nervous, not knowing where to look, either embarrassed by their presence or embarrassed for the beautiful new arrival. James clocked the satisfied expression on Sarah's face and smiled. Sarah winked back at him; this was exactly the kind of vibe she was looking for - a scenario in which she could take command and offer instruction and encouragement. Among the sheepish looking faces Sarah spotted a familiar one.

"David, sweetheart, how are you?"

All the others looked towards the owner of the reddening face with surprise and intrigue.

"Er, good thanks."

"Looking forward to tonight?"

"I think so. I mean I... You know. Should be... Interesting."

There was an awkward silence.

"Oh for heaven's sake boys, let's lighten up" exclaimed Sarah theatrically. "It's a cum fiesta, not a bloody funeral."

Sarah's proclamation elicited a ripple of laughter from around the room, relieving some of the tension. She went into full-on flirt mode to reassure and relax the crowd further.

"Well, I think a drink wouldn't go amiss if you don't mind James?"

James complied and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Tonight's just a bit of fun for everybody. If you feel uncomfortable and are suddenly thinking it's not for you, then don't feel embarrassed about heading off now."

Some of the guests may have looked terrified, but none of them took the opportunity to leave. James re-entered the lounge and handed Sarah a gin and tonic.

"Thanks honey. Now, to find out a bit about you all. Who here is in a relationship?"

Two of the seven put their hands up.

"Okay. And how many of you are still virgins?"

No one put their hands up; instead they all looked furtively around them.

"Don't be embarrassed," said Sarah. "I was 24 before I lost mine."

This was, in fact, completely inaccurate, but the fake revelation gave at least some of the lads the impetus to admit their inexperience. A few more hands followed until only two remained down. Tellingly, one of the boys who had previously indicated he was in a relationship also had his hand up - a sheepish looking fellow with long ginger hair. Sarah addressed him.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Er, Ash," he stammered.

"Your girlfriend is really mean, Ash."

Another ripple of laughter.

"Right," declared Sarah with confident ease. "Here are the rules. My name's Sarah, but I'd prefer it if you would call me Mrs Parsons. It's not a free-for-all tonight and if things get out of hand it will be over as soon as it begins, but you all look like upstanding young gentlemen that know how to take instruction!"

"Well if they're not upstanding now, they will be soon," James quipped. A smattering of nervous laughter filled the room again.

"On that point," Sarah continued, "You can do whatever you like to yourselves but if you want to touch me you have to ask permission. I'll probably say 'yes' but that's not the point. Manners above all else. The only thing I ask is that if you feel ready to burst you let me know and give me enough time to get into position to receive your little contribution. I don't want a single drop wasted. Understood?"

The gathered guests nodded in startled stupor, taken aback by the casual nature of Sarah's filth.

"Good," nodded the centre of attention with an easy smile. "Any questions?"

There was a prolonged silence before a baby-faced lad piped up with the request on the minds of all assembled.

"Can we see your tits?" he squeaked.

Sarah smirked.

"That's what I like to hear," she said. "Someone who gets right down to business. What's your name young man?"

"Richard."

Sarah rose off her chair and made her way to the centre of the room, kneeling onto the white sheet covering the floor. Her eyes flicking from face to face, taking in the palpable anticipation in their expressions, she positioned her body towards Richard and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.

Reverential silence filled the room; eight pairs of eyes fixated on Sarah's thumbs and fingers as she pushed the small pearl buttons through their holes, her blouse gradually falling away from her chest, exposing her generous cleavage and the shiny black cups of her strapless bra. Richard's face reddened as he took in the sight presented to him. The final button was released and her blouse was purposely parted, revealing her hefty breasts barely contained by her lingerie. Sarah allowed everyone to stare a while before admonished her audience.

"I'm not going much further without some reciprocation," she declared. "Trousers off, boys!"

Almost simultaneously the surrounding crowd wrestled at their belts and pulled at their jeans and trousers. Some removed them completely and stood in their boxers and briefs. Others let them hang down by their knees, exposing just their cotton-laden erections. A few eager participants plunged their hands into their underpants and started massaging their cocks in response to the partial nudity on display. Sarah analysed the responses she was eliciting and turned towards one of the more enthusiastic guests.

"And what's your name," she purred.

"Mark," the almost breathless response.

"Pace yourself Mark," she gently teased. "You're going to see much more than this to rub off to. Do you want to see my tits?"

Mark nodded furiously. Sarah turned to address the rest of the group that had stood and closed in around her for a better view.

"Anyone else like to see them too?"

The boys murmured their approval. James, who had taken a back seat to proceedings, appeared impressed at how Sarah had complete control of the room. He winked at his lover from the back of the room before slipping his hand down past his belt and into his boxer shorts as he watched his girlfriend tease the polite yet increasingly frenetic mob of eager young men.

Sarah pulled the bottom of her blouse completely out of the waistband of her skirt and allowed the garment to gape open, framing her prized assets. She ran a finger across the top of her chest, tracing over the exaggerated mounds of her barely constrained bosom. Looking around her she saw that Mark and a few more of the less shy attendees had pulled their cocks out completely and were openly masturbating. Mark's modest erection was poking through the gap in his boxer shorts and he was wanking it furiously -- this was probably the closest he had ever got to an erotic experience in which he wasn't the only participant. Sarah deduced that he wouldn't be able to follow her earlier advice at pacing himself.

"Mark," she said sweetly. "Step forward a bit."

Without releasing his grip around his reddening shaft, and encumbered by the jeans gathered around his ankles, Mark shuffled towards the kneeling temptress, his jerking fist only inches from her face. His eyes, though, were totally fixated on her chest.

Sarah placed the fingers of her right hand at the very top of her left breast and pulled the flesh upwards, her massive tit popping out of the black cup, revealing a bullet-hard nipple at the centre of the milky flesh.

"Oh shit..." Mark murmured, before firing a high pressured squirt of watery semen onto Sarah's chin.

Sarah screwed her eyes tight and quickly leaned in towards her admirer, his first shot of cum dripping off her jaw-line and onto the skirt covering her thighs. Her face now mere inches from the tip of Mark's red raw penis, she took the next high velocity burst of semen full in the face, the resultant splash collecting mostly on her knees and the sheet below them.

There was a muted cheer from the stupefied onlookers, combined with nervous laughter and incredulous gasps.

The next few squirts were milder, and as Sarah felt the gentler deposits of warm liquid on her nose and then her lips, she opened her eyes and stared seductively at her benefactor as he slowed the pace of his jerking before coming to a complete stop. He sighed before suddenly becoming very self-conscious and turning red. Sarah spotted some thick globules of pure white cum oozing out of the tip of his already receding cock and poked out her tongue to try to collect them in her mouth. As her tongue made contact with the sensitive tip of Mark's dick, his full erection returned immediately. Twitching unpredictably around her lips, Sarah reached up and grabbed the shaft firmly before guiding his helmet into her mouth and sucking the remnants of his ejaculate out of him with a gratifying slurp.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred.

The crowd seemed to react to the show with relief as much as excitement. Sarah couldn't decide if this was due to the realisation that they wouldn't be the first to succumb, or that someone had shown them what it was permissible to do. Judging by the sudden increase in energy levels and open masturbation, she eventually decided that it was more to do with her own positive reaction to being showered with cum - it gave everyone else the justification they needed to take advantage of this situation.

Releasing her grip on Mark's dick, Sarah leaned back allowing the end of his member to slip out of her mouth. More of the thin semen adorning her face ran off onto her body, dripping onto her single exposed breast.

"Well that happened a bit quicker than I was expecting," she declared. The surrounding crowd laughed again, this time with less nervousness.

"James, honey? Photo please!"

James arose from his seat and grabbed the Polaroid camera from the mantelpiece. His main role today would be to capture each stage of Sarah's 'decoration'. The circle of her admirers opened up to allow James a clear shot, and Sarah posed cheekily with a finger held coquettishly to her mouth as the picture was taken.

Sarah rose from her knees, more mess dripping off her chin and onto the sheets covering the floor. Mark backed away and collapsed on a sofa to recover. Everyone else was eager for more; the group closed in again as she stood, like a gang of eager fans. Nearly all the guests had their cocks in their hands now, the majority rubbing them unashamedly. She noticed that the more well-endowed of the group were proudly displaying their erections, stroking only occasionally so as not to obscure their size with their hands. The less-fortunately proportioned were happy to disguise their shortcomings with furious masturbation.

"A bit more room, boys," Sarah commanded, and despite having teased them all into a frenzy, they obeyed, backing off enough for her to continue undressing.

She elected to keep her gaping blouse on and reached behind and underneath her top to unclasp her bra instead. It fell instantly to the floor, her pendulous tits now both finally released and hanging proudly at her chest.

"Nice," came a murmured approval.

James, of course, was more than familiar with the natural marvel that was Mrs Parson's chest, but it made him feel proud to hear third-party appreciation.

One of the taller students present reached a hand forward to cop a feel. Sarah slapped it down before he managed to make contact.

"What did I say the rules were?" she said purposely. "No touching without permission. What's your name, young man?"

"Er, Max. Sorry, I didn't... Sorry."

The sight of his petite, topless girlfriend chastising this well-built lunk seemed to amuse James, and she heard him sniggering in the background.

Max released the grip on his erection and simply stared at the breasts in-front of him, arms by his side, unsure of what to do.

"Well are you going to ask, then?" enquired Sarah in a sweetly condescending tone that she had perfected over a decade as a school teacher.

"Oh," said Max. "Er, can I touch your boobs, please?"

Sarah grinned and took Max's left hand, pulling it towards her chest. He squashed her right tit into his palm before gripping it firmly and giving it an enthusiastic squeeze.




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"Mmmmm, lovely warm hands," Sarah purred as he molested her breast.

Max brought his other hand up and cradled her whole bosom in his palms, feeling the weight and pushing her flesh up towards her chin.

Another guest approached Sarah from behind with another request.

"Can I squeeze your arse, Mrs Parsons?" he asked.

Sarah looked over her shoulder at a young man with blonde hair and mischief in his eyes. Unlike most of the other lads present, he had elected to remove all of his clothes and was completely naked, his enormous cock twitching with anticipation and dribbling with precum.

"What's your name?" she enquired sweetly.

"Michael."

"Go ahead Mike."

Sarah turned back to see Max still examining her breasts with child-like awe, watching them yield and respond to his manipulations. As he pinched a nipple between his thumb and fingers, he finally took hold of his cock and began jerking himself off again.

Sarah smiled as she suddenly felt Michael's hands on her buttocks. He gave her arse a firm squeeze before leaning in closer. Sarah could feel his heavy hot breath on the back of her head and the unmistakable firmness of his erection poking at her buttocks.

"Can I take your skirt off?"

Michael's boldness was touched with more than a little arrogance..

"Only if you're the next one to cum on me," she said.

By getting Mike to cum sooner rather than later she'd be diffusing one of the more sexually aggressive characters in the room, ensuring she staying in control.

Mike stooped to unzip the back of Sarah's skirt revealing the black French knickers that she was so fond of wearing on special occasions. The skirt fell to the floor and Sarah, still wearing her high heels, stepped out of the discarded material. Michael re-established his grip on Sarah's ass cheeks, his erection now drilling purposefully between her silk-laden buttocks.

Sarah knew it was time to act. But first she broke young Max's stupor by catching her fondler's eye.

"Kneel down with me for a minute Max," she whispered, before turning 180 degrees and dropping to her knees to face Michael's monstrous cock. Max followed her down and knelt just behind her, between her feet. In a single choreography, Sarah reached behind, locating Max's wrists and pulling his hands around in front of her and onto her tits, before leaning forward and taking Michael's oozing cock into her mouth.

The crowd bayed their approval and closed in again to watch her expertly felate Michael while Max groped her from behind. Sarah knew Max wasn't far off cumming, so wanted to keep both his hands occupied while she dealt with Michael.

Michael's dick was huge - thick as well as long - and Sarah was enjoying the sensation of being able the grip the bottom of his shaft while the rest of his cock filled her mouth. Once she had made it wet enough with her saliva, she withdrew her head and performed a double-handed wank - something she was rarely afforded the opportunity of doing. No wonder he was emerging as the most confident in the group. As both her hands slid up and down the full length of his monstrous erection, Michael groaned with pleasure. His cock was absorbing the spit Sarah had applied, so she leaned in and guided it past her lips again, this time testing how far she could take it inside her mouth. As it stabbed at the back of her throat she gurgled and suppressed a gag.

Meanwhile, Max was being cautious with Sarah's assets, handling them with reverence rather than playfulness. She broke off her slurping blow job to offer some instruction.

"Squeeze them harder, Max. You won't break them."

Max gratefully complied and began pulling and kneading the pliant flesh with renewed confidence, tweaking at her already hard nips until they were swollen red bullets.

"Can I fuck you?" asked Michael.

'Time to diffuse this sex bomb' thought Sarah.

"You can't fuck me, Mike, but you can do me a massive favour."

As she spoke she increased the vigour of her hand job.

"You can cum on me," she continued in a lusty, seductive tone. "You can let me wank you off until you cum all over my pretty little face. And into my mouth. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Seeing me drink your cum? Watching me rub this massive cock of yours until it explodes over me..."

The dirty talk did the trick. Sarah felt his cock spasm in her hands before it spewed forth a torrent of hot spunk.

Max broke off his reverse embrace as the first jet of thick white goo fired into Sarah's face. After getting an eye-full, she managed to angle the cock downwards so that the next spurts fired straight into her mouth.

The torrent of cum wasn't particularly transient, and Michael grunted with each ejaculation. Blast after blast of pearlescence was being propelled out of him, encouraged by Sarah's deliberate pumping of his shaft. The forth ejaculate was too much for Sarah to contain, and a mixture of thick semen and saliva began to cascade out from the corners of her wide-open mouth and onto her breasts and thighs below. Finally, Michael's orgasm ended and he looked down at the messy minx with a satisfied smile. She looked up with her one clean eye and smiled back, letting half the white mixture in her mouth dribble out onto her chin to drip onto her chest, before disposing of the rest with an exaggerated swallow.

"Mmmmm," she purred.

This was too much for one onlooker who forced his way in front of Sarah to declare his imminent release.

She quickly turned and presented her tits to Ash who was furiously wanking his tiny penis towards her. Almost immediately he exploded, thick ropes of cum arcing through the air and landing sporadically on Sarah's blouse, breast, and stomach. After the final spurt was caught on her kneeling thighs, Sarah finally allowed herself to wipe away the thick deposit of cum that had prevented her from opening her other eye. She examined the mixture of spunk and mascara on her finger tips and lapped it up with her tongue to the delight of her now whooping audience.

"That was pretty impressive," she giggled.

"Thanks," said Ash. "That was awesome, by the way. You're amazing."

Sarah smiled. Three down, four to go.

"I hope being covered in other guys' cum isn't going to stop any more of you chaps requesting some favours," she loudly exclaimed over the chatter.

James arrived with his camera for his second snapshot. This time Sarah leaned forward for the pose so that her glistening tits were hanging out of her gaping, damp blouse.

"Who wants to suck on my boobs?" she asked cheerfully after the pic had been taken. She removed her sodden blouse, flinging it to the floor, and looked down at her chest, wiping the less decorated breastwith her hand.

"This one's hardly got any cum on it. Anyone want to get their mouth around it while it's still clean?"

A wiry black lad with his cock poking through the gap in his underwear put his hand up and stepped forward.

"And you are..?"

"Chaz."

Sarah didn't bother to prolong the introduction; she simply reclined back on the damp sheet beneath her and cupped her breast, presenting it towards the wide-eyed volunteer.

"Come down here and give it a good hard suck then..."

He gratefully obeyed, laying down next to her and burying his face into the sticky breast, taking as much of its ample flesh into his mouth as he could. His cock twitched as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, his modest erection thumping into the side of Sarah's thigh. If he could taste the remnants of his colleague's cum, he wasn't complaining.

"Oh, that feels nice," she sighed. "David? Where's David?"

The lucky subject of Sarah's strip club fantasy stepped forward from the remaining onlookers pleasuring themselves.

"There you are, sweetheart. Take my knickers down for me would you, pet? And you can give me a little attention down there if you like..."

David eagerly complied, ripping the moist silk from her crotch, pulling it roughly down her legs and tossing the fabric aside. Sarah invited him in by spreading her thighs. The rest of the lads standing over her craned their necks to get a look at her swollen cunt before Mark obscured their view. He knelt down further and parted her labia with his fingers before pushing his tongue inside, his swift directness earning a cheer from his peers.

The combination of her tit being sucked and her cunt being licked was proving an irresistible cocktail; Sarah could feel herself nearing her first orgasm.

As she grunted in time to David's exaggerated licks, she looked up to see Max and Mark wanking furiously above her face.

"Oh... God... Yes..." she moaned. "Two... The two of you... Come down here... Let me suck you off..."

The two lads knelt down in position either side of Sarah's face, their turgid cocks pointing at her reddening cheeks. Her face was contorted in ecstasy as she turned her head and reached out to guide Mark's salty cock into her mouth. Once safely in her jaws she moved her hand to the cum-covered breast that was currently being neglected by Chas and began rubbing and tweaking her nipple until it became tacky and sticky. With her free hand, she reached over and took over wanking duties for Max, blindly jerking him off as best she could with her head turned in the opposite direction.

The show was filthy enough for another onlooker to mark his appreciation.

"Get out the way Chas!" someone desperately called.

Sarah slipped the cock out of her mouth in time to see her tit sucker pull away, just as Richard climaxed over her stomach and tits. His contribution was thicker and more copious than previous ejaculations, and the warm thickness on her skin triggered Sarah's first orgasm. She turned to Max's erection and plunged it into her mouth, using the sensation spreading from her clitoris to fuel the most vigorous of blow jobs. All the while, several jets of warm spunk were being propelled onto her body, and she could feel the accumulating deposits of cum pooling in her cleavage and her navel.

As her orgasm subsided, she felt David withdraw his mouth from her sensitive pussy - obviously he had gained a little more experience since their last meeting - and she clamped her thighs shut to temporarily ward off any other interested parties. A tap on her shoulder from Mark alerted her to yet another imminent decoration.

"I'm cumming again," he confirmed.

Sarah broke off her blow job and turned to greet the cock being pumped right next to her.

Screwing up her face and keeping her eyes shut tight, she gave the climaxing young man permission to cover her as best he could. He duly obliged. Although not as powerful as his earlier ejaculation, this one was notable by the sheer volume of cum produced. His earlier, hasty climax has consisted almost entirely if watery semen; now the contents of his balls were being emptied onto Sarah's face. Pump after pump of warm silk flooded over her - into her screwed up eyes, over her nose and cheeks, up one if her nostrils, onto her hair, even onto one of her ears. By the time he had finished, almost every inch of Sarah's face had a layer of sticky white fluid covering it. Her eyes still tightly shut, she parted her mouth and blew a bubble of cum, waiting for it to burst before hungrily licking her lips.

She heard another Polaroid being taken, and sure enough, as she wiped some of the mess away and opened her sticky eyes, James was there with the camera, a look of joyful bewilderment on his face.

"Turned on or disgusted?" she giggled.

"A little bit of both," James' smirking reply.

Sarah looked down at her spoiled body; hardly a patch of skin had been left untainted by at least one line of spunk, and some parts of her, most notably her left tit, we're almost completely covered in bollock juice. She looked as if she had been slimed.

Looking down caused more mess to drip off of her face and onto her chest and breasts. She massaged her sensitive tits in front of the hypnotised crowd and they watched with glee as their donations congealed into a white paste that created a satisfyingly sticky noise as she molested herself.

"Who hasn't cum yet?" she asked with faux coyness.

It was at that exact moment that there was a knock at the front door.

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Until now, James had been quite relaxed about the evening. He had mainly sat on the periphery, admiring Sarah's command of the room, and only occasionally working himself up when his eager erection had demanded a tug or two. But his heart rate suddenly went through the roof. The room went silent.

"They'll go away," James conjectured.

Then, the unmistakable sound of a key in the front door.

"Oh shit! It's Helen!!"

James scrambled to do up his flies and shot out of the lounge, slamming the door behind him.

"She can join in if she wants!" Sarah yelled after him unhelpfully.

James belted down the hallway to greet Helen just as she opened the door. Her friend Karen, a plain but pleasant girl, was behind her. James blocked their entrance.

"Hi!" said Helen, obviously a bit tipsy. "We went on a bit of a pub crawl; ended up back around her again. That ok?"

"Er, actually I was kind of hoping to have the place to myself tonight."

"I know, you and Sarah. Sorry. Listen, well go straight upstairs to my room. You won't even know we're here..."

Helen barged past James' failed attempts to keep her contained.

"Helen I'm not kidding. Could you guys just stay out for a couple more hours?"

"Karen's feet are killing her. Listen, I'll put my music on really loud. We won't hear you guys, I promise."

"Helen please."

James was trying too hard, and his desperation was piquing Helen's interest rather than talking her into going.

"What are you guys up to tonight," she said suggestively, throwing her keys on the sideboard.

"We're just chilling out in the lounge. But she's not exactly dressed, so..."

"Oooo, kinky! Don't worry, we're not going anywhere near there. Go nuts. I promise we won't try to listen too hard."

Helen headed for the staircase and beckoned Karen past James. She was a quiet girl who James had never really got to know that well. Although not a fully fledged goth, she certainly had a similar look - long, raven black hair, a pallid complexion and lots of dark make-up. He had no idea what kind of body she had as it was always covered by baggy clothing, but as she brushed past James the brief contact suggested she was adequately stacked.

Karen joined Helen on the stairs and they both began to ascend when a loud chorus of laughs erupted from the lounge. Sarah, apparently not in the least bit embarrassed about being discovered, had obviously made a joke, and her all-male companions had responded.

Helen froze on the stairs. She turned to James with a perturbed look on her face.

"Have you organised a party without me?" she said.

"Er. No?" James offered, still in two minds as to what his strategy should be.

Helen eyed James up and down, assimilating the fact that his shirt was open and that he was extremely flustered. Her eyes then grew to the size of saucers as she joined the dots in her head.

"Oh my God! Are you having a fucking orgy!?"

In that instant, James passed beyond panic into a zen-like calmness.

"Not exactly," he sighed.

"You are!" she squealed, more with excitement than disgust. "You dirty bastard!"

She shot down the stairs, past her bewildered friend, and approached the lounge door, which James flung himself at, forming a human shield.

"No fucking way!" he said.

"Who have you got in there?" Helen asked. Karen approached behind her with an oddly neutral expression considering the unfolding situation.

"Helen," said James sternly, "This is a private party. You weren't supposed to be here tonight. Now please, I'm asking you really nicely, please head out for a few more drinks and let us finish up in here."

Muted laughter from beyond the door. The party-goers could overhear everything.

"I pay rent here as well," Helen fired back. "I can go into my bloody living room if I want to."

"She can come in if she's naked!" Sarah yelled from the other side of the door, followed by a burst of incredulous laughter from the boys.

James wasn't sure if this was supposed to be a joke or a genuine proposition, but he used it to play a final gambit.

"Helen, it's not a peep show. No one's going to let you come in and just stare. So you have a choice. Either go back out for another couple of hours, have a laugh at my expense and let your imagination run riot, or get naked, come in, and have a bunch of strange blokes rub their cocks while they perv over you. It's up to you."

That blunted her enthusiasm as the reality of what she might be letting herself in for hit her. James could see she was absolutely desperate to see what was going on, but could also sense her trepidation at becoming involved, even as a spectator. The argument was seemingly won.

Then, inexplicably and for the first time, Karen piped up:

"I don't mind getting naked," she deadpanned, before tugging her black t-shirt out of her jeans and pulling it up and over her head.

James was dumbstruck, not just by the effortlessly casual nature of Karen's statement, but by the incredible shapeliness of her upper body - a cheap, ill-fitting bra doing little to spoil a pretty spectacular pair of tits.

This wholly unexpected turn of events seemed to give Helen the push she needed.

"Me neither," she declared, reaching for the bottom of her own shirt and peeling it off her lithe body. She threw it to the floor before going a step further than her friend and quickly unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the ground.

James took a moment to assess her naked torso - small, pert breasts adorned her skinny chest. The bones in her rib cage were quite prominent, but the most eye-catching feature was her huge nipples: red and swollen, her areolas took up the majority of space on her modest little tits. While not James' particular cup of tea, the boldness and unexpected nature of her reveal caused his cock to stir inside his pants. His growing erection was fuelled further by Karen standing expressionless behind her, her folded arms accentuating her cleavage.

"Jeans too," he commanded.

The girls obeyed, shimmying out of their denim and kicking it aside. As Helen discarded her jeans, James noticed her clocking the protrusion in his own trousers.

"Alright," James sighed with resignation. "But don't say you weren't warned."

He finally stood aside and let Helen fling the lounge door open. After a beat she gasped, putting a hand to her mouth before covering her semi-nudity with her other arm.

James turned to share her view and sighed with good-humoured resignation as he saw the scene Sarah had choreographed.

On her knees, deliberately facing the doorway and still covered in a generous layer of semen, she was flanked by two naked guests - Max and Chas - their stiff cocks being wanked off in each of her hands. The rest of the gang were now completely naked as well - likely at Sarah's behest - reclined on the various seats and sofas, cocks in hand. The room was filled with the sound of mass fapping.

"Hi Helen," Sarah said, cheerfully. "Fancy helping me out with any of these cocks?"

Helen slammed the door shut again, her expression paralysed in shock. She stared at the white painted door for what seemed like an eternity, her hand fixed over her open mouth, before James broke her trance.

"So. Back out to the pub, or in here with us?"

Again, James thought he had talked Helen around. Again, Karen tipped the balance back the other way.

"Oh that looked much better than the pub," she said, flinging the door back open and pulling a speechless Helen in with her.

"I'll suck someone's cock," she offered in the most matter-of-fact way.




The Incentive List Ch. 05



"Karen?!!" Helen gasped, still attempting to cover her tits while being dragged into the room.

David was the quickest to take up Karen's offer, pouncing up from a sofa with his hand in the air, like he was in class. He shuffled up to Karen who immediately dropped to her knees and took his long twitching erection in her hands. She loudly spat onto the shaft and wanked in her lubrication before leaning in and taking the very tip of his cock past her lips.

"Good girl," Sarah commended, taking a brief break from jerking off the two nearby cocks so she could watch.

James shepherded Helen to a sofa where the formally-cocky, now chilled-out Michael gave up his seat to allow the housemates to sit together. As they sat to watch the show with the rest of the eager guests in the room, Sarah started pumping Max's cock again, putting Chas's deep inside her mouth for a vigorous suck.

Helen stared in awe at what was going on, seemingly most surprised by Karen's actions, especially when her pal moved her hands around to David's butt. She gave his cheeks a firm grip while she took the rest if his cock inside her mouth, thrusting her head back and forth like a hen.

"Is she drunk?" James whispered as he lent into Helen's ear.

"I don't think so," Helen replied, dropping her arm to finally reveal her perky breasts to the rest of the room.

"There they are," James teased as he reached across to tweak one of her nipples.

Helen gently slapped his hand away and folded her arms, covering them up again.

"You didn't seem that interested in them when I came out the bathroom that time," she said dismissively.

"Were you flashing me in purpose?" James smirked.

Helen's face reddened. She turned back towards her felating friend.

"Hey Karen, you've got to get rid of your bra too."

Without removing David's cock from her oral embrace, Karen reached behind her back and unhooked her lingerie, slipping the straps off her shoulders and tossing the bra aside in one swift movement. James' erection reached maximum firmness as he saw Karen's tits in profile. This girl was proving quite a revelation - aside from her willingness to get down and dirty at a moment's notice, she was also blessed with a spectacular rack. Hanging proudly and jiggling about delightfully as she sucked off David, her tits were full and round but not too pendulous. If Sarah had the perfect pair of big tits, Karen's were a contender for the perfect pair of medium-sized ones.

James pulled down his jeans and shuffled his legs until they were around his ankles. His cock was poking through the gap in his boxers, and as he ogled Karen's tits he smeared the escaping precum over his helmet.

As he teased himself, he felt Helen's eyes checking him out.

"Do you want to have a go?" he offered.

Helen shrugged in an attempt to look blasé, but the swift extension of her hand towards his glistening shaft belied her eagerness.

She tentatively wrapped her fingers around his veiny phallus and gave it the gentlest of tugs. Looking into the centre of the room, she could see that despite enjoying a mouthful of cock, Sarah was looking at them from the corner of her eye.

"Is this ok?" she asked timidly.

Sarah slipped Chas's dick out of her mouth with a smack of her lips before moving her attention back to Max's.

"Honey, I'm hardly in a position to get possessive over my boyfriend," she said, before gorging on Max's drooling cock.

Buoyed by the permission, Helen leaned in towards James and started to wank him off with a little more energy. As her fist pumped his slippery manhood a smile finally found her way onto her lips. James watched her little titties wobble on her chest as she jerked him off before a loud groan stole his attention.

David's orgasm drew the attention of everyone in the room as he gripped Karen's shoulders and came into her mouth. Karen absorbed as much of the discharge as she could before breaking her oral embrace of David's crotch with a gurgled cough and a spillage of cum from her mouth. She threw her head back, gargled the deposit made at the back of her throat, and swallowed hard before emitting a satisfied sigh. David looked exhausted and collapsed into a space on the other sofa.

Every young man in the room except James and the two being tended to by Sarah had cum, and the energy in the room was reflectively laid back. The spent guests were simply enjoying the show - some lazily playing with their semi-turgid cocks, others simply watching. All the impetus and energy in the room was coming from the women. Sarah was busily dividing her attention between Max and Chas, Helen was practising her hand-job technique on a grateful James, and Karen was looking for her next mark.

She stood up and, smiling at the attention being garnished on her, seductively slipped her knickers down her thighs. James couldn't take his eyes off her tits. As she hopped out of her underwear, the jiggle of her firm but generous boobs sent a tingle through his massaged member. He even felt a pang of jealousy as a re-aroused Michael stood from his seat and approached Karen from behind, cupping her tits. As Mike squeezed the perfect pillows of flesh, Karen gave a girly squeal as his huge cock prodded at her ass crack.

"Can I fuck you?" Mike asked for the second time tonight, albeit with two different women.

"Have you got a condom?" Karen's sensible reply.

Mike broke off his exploration of her tits to find his jeans so he could fish out the pre-requirement from his wallet. As she stood and waited she turned to watch her friend wanking off James and smiled knowingly. James took the opportunity.

"Karen? Before you fuck Mike can I suck your tits for a bit?"

While Mike sat on an armchair to roll on a condom, Karen approached the sofa with an exaggerated wiggle, accentuating the bounce of her chest. Helen watched with begrudged admiration.

"I don't really stand a chance with a rack like mine, do I?" she bemoaned.

"Says the girl with my cock in her hands," James said.

"True," she conceded. "I'd much rather it was in my mouth though."

"Go on then!" said Karen with exasperation. "I don't think he'll mind!"

Helen looked to James and received a friendly nod of approval. She smiled and leaned in towards his lap. As her lips met his sensitive erection, Karen hovered over him presenting her dangling tits. James craned his neck upwards and took one of them into his mouth, giving it a satisfied suck. As Helen's tongue danced around the end of his cock, he flicked his own around Karen's swelling nipple.

"Mmmmm," sighed Karen. "Helen's been desperate to get a taste of you, haven't you babe?"

Helen chastised her friend by slapping her thigh, but continued her blow job unperturbed. James stroked her head with one hand and reached up to grope at Karen's free tit with the other.

The dual stimulation took him to the edge and he withdrew his mouth from Karen's chest to alert Helen. Apparently less keen on the idea of receiving a jet of cum than Sarah or Karen had proved to be, Helen pulled away in a flash, allowing the first and subsequent bursts of James' ejaculation to project up onto his own sweaty torso.

As James finished climaxing, Chas started. Sarah, who had been keeping half an eye on James' entertainment, was vehemently pumping the poor lad's cock until he had no choice but to bestow his accolade upon her. Her face was already a creamy mess, but if there had been a square centimetre left untarnished by a gentleman's ejaculate before, there certainly wouldn't be now. Chas's cock spewed forth a deluge of pearlescent appreciation. It was only a small exaggeration to describe the spectacle as posing a drowning risk.

"Oh my GOD!" shrieked Sarah as the flow of semen into her face finally subsided.

She could hardly open her eyes, such was the thickness poured upon her, but she blindly felt her way towards Max's cock.

"Just you to go," she proclaimed proudly, wanking him off as best she could. "I think you'd better aim at my tits this time."

As Sarah tried to precipitate her final drenching, Karen toddled over to Michael, who had been patiently waiting in his chair, his sheathed erection pointing to the ceiling and twitching expectantly. His cock was so massive that the condom he used was almost rolled down to its full length. This didn't seem to put off Karen, though, who hopped on as if she were mounting a bicycle.

James couldn't imagine what kind of sexual history this girl had, but the ease with which her cunt accommodated Mike's enormous cock as she straddled it made him wonder how often she had received such a intrusion. For his part, Mike seemed thrilled that this girl was not only taking his manhood all the way inside her, but positively thriving on it, bouncing up and down like a girl on a pogo stick.

"Oh fuck, that's gorgeous," cried Karen, her deadpan demeanour finally subsiding.

Resting her hands on his shoulders she sunk her crotch right down onto the base of his cock, pumping his erection with athletic intent. Her tits were dancing all over the place, slapping to into each other with random delight.

Mike reached up to bring them under control, squeezing them in his vice-like grip, and triggering a loud and sustained orgasm in his rider.

Rich, who was sitting closest to the couple was grinning from ear to ear at the display, and teasing himself close to a second orgasm.

Hearing Karen loudly climax was obviously something of an aphrodisiac for Max too, and Sarah didn't have long to wait for her own crowning glory.

Karen and Michael, still joined at the hips, collapsed into an exhausted embrace while everyone else in the room took a moment to witness Sarah's final decoration, as Max topped off proceedings with a majestic eruption over Sarah's dangling hooters.

Sarah let him take control of his cock as he came, lifting her tits up towards his spouting prick, trying to catch as much of his jism as possible. Flecks of the white stuff landed on her neck, breasts and over her tender nipples, the excess dripping off her face only adding to the sticky dressing. The room then burst into a spontaneous round of applause.

"Photo please," Sarah called out over the clapping.

James, still turgid from his exploits, retrieved the camera and took some snaps of his ruined girlfriend. Eight cum shots from seven different men adorned her, and the result was spectacularly messy, as if she had been caught in an explosion at a cream factory.

"Give us a kiss, " Sarah teased as the final photo was taken.

"Not on your life," smirked James.

Sarah wiped the cum away from around her eyes and mouth.

"This could very well be one if those rare occasions when you don't want to suck my tits."

Sarah scooped up the cum cascading down her body, scraping her hands up over her belly and tits until her palms were overflowing with a mixture of fresh and tacky, clear and white, warm and cool. She put her hands together to create a cup of this filthy concoction, before lifting it to her mouth and guzzling as much of it down her throat as she could.

"Oh. My. God!!" shouted Helen with utter disbelief. The rest of the room simply cheered.

Sarah's fingers then found their way down between her thighs, and with her eyes locked in mutual appreciation with James', she began to finger herself.

"You need to fuck me while I'm still dirty," she said.

"Oh, Mrs Parsons," James sighed. "You are always dirty."

Sarah fired him her killer half-smile before closing her eyes and enjoying her self-pleasure. She spread her thighs to give James a good view, and his cock responded, announcing its willingness to engage by poking through his boxers again.

James removed his underwear and approached his old teacher.

"Get on your hands and knees, Miss."

Sarah obeyed, letting most of the night's decoration drip slowly from her body onto the sheets below. James approached her and lined his cock up with her glistening pussy, plunging it into the warmth of her moist cunt.

As Sarah moaned her approval, and James began thrusting his hips to pleasure her further, he looked around the room at each of the spectators.

Richard was sat on his own in an arm chair, happily rubbing himself. On one of the other sofas, Helen was watching almost in a state of shock, her fingers lazily exploring the contents of her knickers. David and Mark were sitting on either side of her, enhancing her enjoyment with some breast play, David flicking at a turgid nipple with his tongue while Mark rolled the other between his thumb and finger.

Mike looked utterly spent at one end of the other sofa, but he wore a big smile as he watched the performance. Next to him, Karen was enthusiastically sucking off Ash, who was busy fondling his benefactor's tits in return.

Max and Chas were simply watching the show, their recently milked dicks still rubbery from the filth on display.

Richard left his seat and approached Helen, his bobbing erection leading the way.

"Er... Hi," he said, shyly. "Can I go down on you?"

Helen, already being tended to from the waist upwards by David and Mark, gladly accommodated the request and pulled down her knickers. As she spread her thighs, Richard knelt down in front of her and dived in, his exploration of Helen's wet, silky pussy producing a sample of squelching noises for all to hear.

James couldn't believe the evening he had half orchestrated and half stumbled into. He watched Helen writhe with pleasure as Rich penetrated her with his tongue, and thrust into his partner with renewed vigour.

Helen was ready for some escalation.

"Rich. Put a condom on."

The other guests, eager for the show to escalate as soon as possible, sourced one and passed it over to Rich, who managed to get it on without taking his face away from Helen's oozing crotch. With one final suck of her clit, he finally pulled away, surprising Helen by lifting her feet up with him as he stood, causing her to slide down into her seat, but exposing her ass and presenting her engorged pussy . Mark and David moved out the way as Rich lined himself up and drove his modest erection deep into her cunt.

"Nnnnnnggggg," Helen groaned, her eyes shut tight as she struggled to contain the ecstasy that was writ large on her face.

"Go on Rich," said an excitable Max, and he duly responded to the encouragement by thrusting in and out of Helen with almost comedic speed.

The sight of his housemate being fucked so fiercely was bringing James close to another climax, but he didn't want to cum before Sarah. He leaned into her and, despite having wanting to avoid getting other men's cum on him, reached underneath her prone body to grope her tacky, pendulous tits. Tweaking her nips always pushed her over the edge when she was turned on, and James' plan succeeded as Sarah's pussy flexed and she grunted out her second orgasm.

James felt himself pass the brink as well, but rather keep his pumping cock inside of her, it seemed far more apt for James to withdraw his spurting cock from Sarah's gushing quim and aim it at her back instead. Sarah giggled as he festooned his cum over her arse and hips. Another round of applause suggested their show was appreciated - by none more so than a certain skinny housemate.

"Oooooooooooohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuck!!!"

Helen's long and drawn out cry signalled the start of her powerful orgasm, and as Rich reciprocated by emptying his second deposit of the night into his condom by way if his new pal's cunt, Helen literally screamed. With ear-splitting volume. For about seven seconds.

The response stunned everyone into muteness. Sarah, still on all fours, eyed up the exhausted culprit, legs raised above her head, Rich's cock still inside her.

"Jesus," she said, " And you accuse me of being loud."



The Incentive List Ch. 06



Surrey, England

July 17th, 1998

Liz sat in the waiting area, her elevated heartbeat betraying the nerves she was hoping wouldn't go noticed. She mentally encouraged herself to calm down.

'No one's forcing you into this. It's just a bit of fun. If you get through, the money will be amazing.'

A few deep breaths and she was as relaxed as she felt she was going to be. 

She looked around at her surroundings: the office, or whatever you'd call such a basic set-up, was functional at best. A single table with a phone and barely anything else constituted the reception, although no receptionist was present. No doubt a result of this audition being on a Saturday.

Liz reached into her bag and fished out the ad that had led her to this non-descript business park on the outskirts of town. As she read the copy, her heart began racing again.

WANTED: AMATEUR GIRLS TO FEATURE IN AN ONLINE VIDEO STRIP POKER GAME. SUCCESSFUL APPLICANTS WILL EARN £1000 FOR ONLY A DAY'S FILMING. ALL SHAPES AND SIZES REQUIRED. MUST BE CONFIDENT AND COMFORTABLE IN FRONT OF CAMERA. CALL SARAH FOR MORE INFORMATION.

Liz knew she had a good body, and had even considered applying at a strip club to earn a bit of cash, but had always chickened out. She was fairly tall, slim, had long blonde hair and big boobs; the kind of package guys would pay money to see naked. But Liz couldn't escape the thought that selling herself this way on a nightly basis was demeaning and beneath her. This opportunity appealed because it was a one-off. And came with a massive financial incentive.

The main point of contact, Sarah, was the primary reason she had gone through with it. The idea of applying to a sleazy guy and sending nude photos of herself to a stranger was far from appealing. But Sarah had been kind and professional throughout the application. She had been clear and upfront about the project, what was required, and who she would need to audition for should she get through the preliminary stages. In fact, today would be the first and only time she would need to undress in front of a man as part of the audition process, and it would just be the one: the programmer of this online project, James. 

As described by Sarah, he was a shy and modest type - and a bit of a nerd. Sarah had laughed on the phone and said that he would be more nervous than Liz, having had hardly any experience in the adult industry. This made her feel 100% better - she didn't think she'd be sat here if it was any different.

She looked down at herself and her choice of clothing. Sarah had been very specific - everyday clothes, regular bra and knickers, nothing fancy. Liz had complied, but now regretted following those instructions to the letter. After all, she'd be competing with other girls for a place on this project. Sarah had indicated that they were auditioning three times as many 'models' as they required, and surely it would be better if she stood out? She should have gone with the push-up bra, the suspenders, something to make this geek remember her! 

A door leading to another room opened, and a petite lady with a dirty blonde bob stepped into reception with an outstretched hand. Her face was beaming a friendly smile and she instantly put Liz at ease.

"Hi there. I'm Sarah. Elizabeth isn't it?"

"Yes it is. Nice to finally meet you. And call me Liz."

"Come on in, I'll introduce you to James."

Liz followed the bubbly blonde into the room - another sparsely furnished and decorated affair - and noticed two things: a video camera pointing at a chair in the centre of the room, and an awkward looking young man sat behind a desk next to it. He rose to shake her hand.

"Hi, I'm James. Nice to meet you."

Liz was surprised by his youth. She had pictured an older, podgy geek, but instead here was a good-looking young man barely older than she was. She couldn't quite work out whether this was making her more relaxed or more anxious. As she shook his hand and introduced herself, she suddenly felt even more self-conscious. 

Sarah took a seat next to James and motioned towards the seat in the centre of the room.

"Please, take a seat," she said warmly.

Liz sat herself down and placed her hands on her lap, pushing her short pleated skirt down between her thighs in what she realised was a completely unnecessary act of modesty. James smiled and spoke confidently but kindly.

"Right then, thanks for coming today Liz. Sarah's probably told you everything you need to know, but I'd just like to confirm everything. This camera will be filming parts of the audition so that we can review them later. The footage won't be used for any commercial purposes, and will be erased at the very end of the process; there will be words to that effect in the form we get you to sign in a minute that holds us to that, OK?"

"Sure," Liz said, trying to look composed and blasé. 

"The most important thing from my point of view is that you're happy and comfortable, and if you're not, now or at any time during the audition, you just say so and we stop. You can go on your way, we'll give you the tape and that will be that. It's important you know that. I asked Sarah to cast amateurs for a specific reason, but I'm mindful that this means you might be a lot more nervous about this situation than the girls Sarah would normally invite for casting, and I don't want anyone we see feeling they've been coerced into anything. OK?"

If his words were meant to reassure and relax her, they did an excellent job. Liz felt momentarily calm for the first time today. Her nerves were even turning to excitement.

"That's great, but I'm happy to be here," she said. And she meant it.

"Super. First things first, can we see your ID?"

Liz sat bolt upright and sifted through her bag before handing over her passport. James examined it intently before sighing loudly.

"Why oh why does everyone have a decent passport photo except me," he lamented, before handing it back. "Honestly, I look like Mr Bean in mine."

Liz laughed, probably louder than the comment justified, but the release was welcome. She liked this guy. This was going to be fine.

"So, you're 20 quite soon. Final year of uni?" he said.

"No, second year. I took a year out. Part of the reason I'm here actually. Be good to pay off a few of my debts."

As she spoke, Sarah slid a document over the desk with a pen for Liz to sign. It was a basic contract, written in plain English for once. Liz skimmed through it as James spoke.

"So, just to recap. I'm putting together a video strip poker game. There's lots of these kinds of games on the Internet, but what's going to make this one unique is that players will get the impression they're playing live against real girls, not models. It's a bit if a cheat really - if they look hard enough at the small print they'll see that it's all pre-recorded clips, but the illusion will be that they're playing live with regular girls - that's why we're auditioning amateurs, not professionals. So it's not fake boobs and glamour models, it's attractive but real-looking women, and as a punter I think that will be really appealing to users, especially because it'll be free to use - we hope to get all our money through advertising."

"I think it sounds like a great idea," said Liz as she signed the contract.

"Now, to maintain this illusion that the pre-recorded clips are live interactions, we need to record a looooot of footage of each girl. We need a huge bank of clips to randomly play so that it'll take ages before any single user gets a clip repeating on him. That's why it's a whole day of filming, and that's why we're paying you so much for your time - if you're selected. It also means we need a bit of acting from our girls to react in a believable way to the various stages of the game."

"Yeah, Sarah said that was important. I did drama through school and I'm in a performing group at uni, so hopefully I can fulfill that part."

"Brilliant. And that's why we've got this camera here; so we can review your performance as well as what you look like... you know... without your clothes."

Liz's cheeks reddened as she shared James' apparent embarrassment in acknowledging what was going to happen in this room. Sarah simply looked on, smiling sweetly before giving an encouraging wink.

"Do you have any questions?" asked James warmly.

"No, I don't think so," said Liz before a deep breath that must have telegraphed her trepidation.

"I want to let you know one more time: if you're suddenly thinking this isn't for you, just say so now and we'll completely understand."

He was really sweet, not the kind of sleazy perv she had feared. She could do this. It would be fun.

"No I'm fine, really. Just a bit nervous, but I'm totally cool with it."

"This probably sounds ridiculous, but I'm probably more nervous than you," said James in a mock whisper. "This isn't exactly how I imagined starting my first business."

Liz smirked as he stood and checked the focus on the camera. She couldn't be sure, but was that a bulge protruding from the crotch of his trousers? She figured it was only natural that he would be turned on - he was a computer nerd asking a string of young women to undress in front of him after all; what guy wouldn't be turned by such a prospect? She hoped that the fact he was physically aroused before she had shed even an ounce of clothing bode well for her chances of getting the gig. After some button presses, a red light appeared above the camera lens.

"Right," said James, clearly adjusting himself as he sat back down. "We're going to ask you to do this a few different ways to get a feel for how versatile you can be for all the different takes. So firstly, let's go with shy and coy. I want you to imagine that you're genuinely playing a guy online at strip poker, and you've just lost your first hand. You've got to take your top off and you're really timid about it. Pretend this camera is like a webcam in your bedroom and show us how you'd do it."

Liz sat and thought about it for a few seconds. This reminded her of the improv sessions she'd sometimes do in drama class. Well, except for the stripping part. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in the scenario before opening them and addressing the camera. She pouted straight into the lens with a look of embarrassed annoyance before reaching down to gather the fabric of her vest-top and lifting it up to her midriff, exposing her belly. She looked down at her toned stomach before sighing and raising her arms upwards, exposing her cheap grey bra and the ample cleavage it framed. She discarded the vest by throwing it on the floor and sat with one of her arms covering as much of her chest as her skinny forearm permitted. 

"That was great, really good," encouraged James. "Now stay in character, and lose your skirt."

Liz continued to stare at the camera, this time closing her eyes and putting a hand to her brow in mock consternation. She sighed and stood up, looking down at her skirt. She fiddled with a hook on the side, looked into the lens coyly as it became free, then gazed back down as she unzipped herself at the side. Her long platinum blonde hair was covering her chest as she bowed her head. She felt her face involuntarily redden as the fabric started to slide off her hips - she was glad she was supposed to be shy in this scenario. As the skirt hit the floor, she looked up and bit her bottom lip with faux anxiety, fuelled by the genuine elevation in her own heartbeat. 

Some movement in the corner of her eye drew her attention away from the lens momentarily. Was Sarah fiddling with James' crotch? The desk was obscuring her view, but there was definitely something going on. James looked downwards and nodded, seemingly scribbling something with a pen. Ah, so that was it! He must have had a pad or something below the desk that he and Sarah were jotting notes on. Liz mentally admonished herself - I mean it's not like a casting agent is going to start rubbing her client's cock during an audition is it?

"Great." James interrupted her train of thought. "Now sit back down and remove your bra. And remember, play it shy."

Liz sat back down with her arms folded, looking down at her squashed cleavage. She looked up to the camera with a look of helpless resignation before unfolding her arms and timidly leveraging one of her bra straps off her shoulder so that it fell down her arm. She heard James let out a barely suppressed sigh of satisfaction before realising she was approaching this all wrong. This was James' project and the final casting decision was his. 

Liz looked down at her partially revealed bust before looking up and staring directly at James instead of the camera. She maintained her coy demeanour as she pulled her other bra strap down. James' eyes were flicking between her face and her chest. Liz pushed her arms together, squashing her boobs and creating an even larger cleavage. The cups of her bra pushed away from her body slightly revealing more of her breasts. She bit her lip again and looked down in mock consternation. Peering into the gap between fabric and flesh that only she was afforded, she was surprised but grateful to see that her nipples had hardened. Good - this made her breasts look bigger, and she wanted James to be knocked out by their imminent reveal. She unfolded her arms and swept her long hair behind her shoulders, noting James' eyes widening as he took in the rise and fall of her barely-contained bust. She reached behind her back and slowly and deliberately unhooked her bra. Bringing one hand forward she pressed the underwear to her chest, keeping it in place as best she could as the last support was disengaged. She looked down at her cleavage then up again at James before shutting her eyes tight, as if bracing herself, and let the bra fall.

The feeling of cool air hitting her exposed breasts coincided with a commending groan of approval from James. Liz opened her eyes to see him gratefully lapping up the sight of her naked chest with his eyes.

"Wow!" James sighed.

She felt strangely free in her newfound state of undress. She took several deep breaths, causing her tits to rise and fall, and James followed them as they heaved.

Liz was flattered, and was genuinely pleased that her breasts were being so blatantly admired by this good-looking young man. She imagined that his previous bulge was now a full-blown erection and this didn't bother her in the slightest - the more he appreciated her body, the better her chances of getting this job.

James picked up a form from his folder.

"You're a 34C, is that right?"

"Usually, yes, but I'm more like a D at certain points of the month, like now."

"I was going to say, they look a lot more generous than that. OK, let's finish the scenario with your knickers. Whenever you're ready."

"Shall I take my shoes and socks off?"

"If you can take your knickers off over them, just leave them on."

"OK, great."

Liz thought she'd try something different for this one. Standing with her back to the desk, she looked over her shoulder at James, who again looked enthralled. Seeing him so eager for her to finish her striptease gave her a slight frisson as she tried to think of a suitable finale. She ran her fingers up the smooth flesh of her buttocks and under the material of her knickers before giving them a little tug, exposing the top of her ass cheeks. She smoothed her palms over her now bare hips and hooked her thumbs into the elasticated band at the front of her briefs. Edging the material down she suddenly became aware of a horrifying situation: as her knickers began to peel away, she could feel the unmistakable sensation of stickiness as she separated the fabric from her crotch. She flicked her head around and looked down to examine the contents of her underwear and her worst fear was realised: her pussy was seeping with sexual excitement. Liz froze, unsure of what to do. Sarah's soothing voice came to the rescue. 

"Don't worry if you're having any physical reactions. It's perfectly normal in a situation like this. Trust me, James here is having his fair share of physical reactions too."

Liz turned round, the facade of her timid character gone. 

"I'm sorry, it's not very professional is it?" she said regretfully.

"You're not a professional, that's why you're here," Sarah said. "You're doing brilliantly - if you're turned on, just use it in your performance."

Liz faced the back of the room again and took a deep breath, trying to exorcise the shame she felt at her body's response. Then, steeling herself with renewed confidence, she pivoted on the spot and fixed James with an innocent stare. The jiggle of her breasts mesmerised her target - he liked that! She used this newfound knowledge to her advantage, hooking her thumbs around her knickers and bending over in an exaggerated fashion as she slid them down her legs, her breasts knocking into each other as she alternated the pulls down each side of her thighs. She hoped the sight of her flailing bosom would distract James from the dampness around her crotch, and her plan appeared to be working - his eyes didn't leave her dangling tits.

Her slightly sodden kickers hit her ankles and she sat back down, stepping out of her underwear and crossing her legs to hide her glistening cunt.

"Wow, that was great," commended James, one hand in his lap. He was either adjusting himself or actively rubbing his cock. Bizarrely, this didn't worry Liz one little bit - the more turned on he was, the better her audition was going. And she couldn't deny the response was flattering.

"OK, here's where we ask you to get creative," said James, reaching up to stop the camera rolling. "You know about the bonus?"

"Yeah, Sarah mentioned it. That's like an extra show or performance once the player gets a girl naked, isn't it?"

"Yeah, basically we want players to be able to get titillated fairly quickly with some partial or full nudity, then we ramp up the difficulty to get them playing for longer to see what the girls will do for their bonus."

"OK, what kind of thing?"

"Well, that's kind of a little test for you. Think of something, and show us."

Liz thought on it a while.

"Should it be like a dance or something?"

"Completely up to you," James replied ambiguously.

Liz thought some more.

"Should I like, you know, play with myself or something?"

"Like I said, it's completely up to you. This is the big climax of the player's experience. He's played for ages to see something good; something that'll hopefully bring him back to the site to try his luck again with a different girl. I'm not going to tell you what I think that should be. You show us what you think it should be."

Liz swallowed hard. She hadn't been asked to do anything specific, but she felt that to get this job she needed to do something particularly sexy.

"OK, I'm ready," she said, and James reached up to start the camera rolling again.

Liz waited for the red light to appear before purposely uncrossing her legs. The stickiness of her thighs made an audible sound as her legs parted. Liz faked a gasp of surprise as she looked down to examine her wet, swollen labia. She then looked into the camera lens with a look as if she had been busted. Her expression shifted from mock mortification to knowing mischief as she ran her fingers down past the prickly barely-visible stubble of her shaved pussy, and onto her wet, swollen cunt. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was down there, and how much moisture she was producing. After a dramatic pause and a cheeky wink to camera she sunk two fingers into her hole. A gush of silk covered her digits, easing their passage inside her. Her plan was to fake an orgasm on camera, but the way she felt at this precise moment in time, the simulation may not be warranted. 




The Incentive List Ch. 06



She pulled the fingers out of her, closed her eyes, and using the natural lubricant gave her hungry clit a blissfully cushioned rub. She surprised herself by emitting a pleasured moan - she hadn't planned on offering aural accompaniment until later in her show, but her performance was quickly giving way to the real thing. She was naked and masturbating in front of two strangers! Such a turn of events would have sounded appalling if suggested to her just an hour ago, but she felt safe in exposing herself this way - and more surprisingly, incredibly horny.

She reached up with her free hand to squeeze at her tits, handling each one in turn with a powerful grope, before pinching at her hardened nipples. The vigorous rubbing of her clit was now filling the room with the sound of sticky celebration, and her breathing was getting faster and faster. She opened her eyes and saw James and Sarah transfixed; a broad smile on her face, bewildered wonderment on his. He was now making little effort to disguise his under-the-desk activities; he was definitely wanking himself through his trousers.

The mutual appreciation triggered something within Liz. She recognised the tell-tale signs of accumulating warmth around her face and chest, and an unmistakable tingling that was building like a critical mass of pleasure between her thighs. She gave one of her nipples an aggressive pinch and rode the wave of her orgasm as she furiously rubbed herself up until the point of no return. With a triumphant cry she came in front of her interviewers, a discharge of clear fluid marking her climax (and the chair on which she was sat).

There was reverential silence as she slowed the rhythm of her fingering, and allowed her breathing to return to normal. She looked down and examined her ejaculation.

"I'm sorry, I've made a bit of a mess on your chair" she said, innocently.

"We've got plenty more," Sarah smirked.

"Was that OK?" Liz asked.

"Pretty spectacular," James confirmed.

Liz took her fingers away from her sensitive pussy and subtly ran her fingers across her thigh, trying to rub off any excess fluid. She felt exhilarated, and suddenly her nudity wasn't something to be self-conscious about, but a liberating badge of honour - she knew James would be bursting to release his erection from his pants and jerk it off furiously, but as the interviewing client he was prevented from doing so. She, conversely, was being actively encouraged to get off in this bizarre situation she found herself, and was taking the opportunity to lose her inhibitions, if only for a spell.

"Pop your skirt and top back on again and we'll try a few more roles," rasped James through a dry throat.

Over the course of the next 15 minutes, Liz proceeded to bare her breasts and pussy in a nonchalant way, then in a slutty way, then in a drunk way, all the while alternating her focus between the camera lens and James' hungry eyes. She got the impression that he was particularly appreciative of her tits, so took every opportunity to touch them and tweak them, trying to make her audition as memorable as possible. Surely this £1000 job was hers?

The interview finally ended, and Liz was like an exposed nerve of sensual energy. She felt sexually liberated and happy to share the new 'her' with the wider world outside. She slid her vest top back on without her bra and liked the way it felt, her still-hard nipples revelling in the friction of the scratchy material. She did at least put some knickers on before her short skirt - no need to give male members of the local community a complete heart attack.

James stood to shake her hand and say goodbye. Liz was pleased to note he was tent-poling his trousers and that a dark stain of dampness was decorating his crotch. She had nailed this audition!

Sarah let her pick up her bag and led her outside into the reception area, closing the office door behind her.

"Thank you Liz, that was great," she said warmly.

"Thank you. Do you think I'm in?" 

"I think you stand a really good chance..."

The obvious reticence in her voice gave Liz cause for concern.

"I thought it went really well," she said tentatively.

"Oh it did! You were great Liz..."

"But?"

Sarah sighed and she lowered her voice, trying to sound as comforting as possible.

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up. You're first in today, and that's a really tough slot. He's going to see a lot more girls between now and the end of auditions."

Liz suddenly felt quite dejected.

"Oh. I thought my performance was quite memorable. Wasn't it?"

"Honey, you're asking the wrong person," smirked Sarah as she held the front door open for her. "I've been in this business for a few years now and I've seen girls do some VERY memorable things to get a job like this. Poor James doesn't know what he's let himself in for."

The door was held open, ready for Liz to leave, but Sarah's words were percolating in her mind. She knew exactly what Sarah was alluding to; and she could imagine girls with a lot less shame than her going the extra mile to impress upon the young decision-maker.

"Are you OK?" enquired Sarah. 

Liz was suddenly aware that she was frozen in the doorway. She had to make a snap decision whether to do something crazy. On the positive side, James wasn't a middle-aged bald guy looking for perks. On the negative side, what she was considering would look blatant and she'd be lowering herself to sexual blackmail. The thought of the potential pay check combined with her continued horniness swayed her.

"Do you think I could get another five or ten minutes with James? On my own?"

Sarah looked embarrassed and began to backtrack.

"Liz, I wasn't suggesting for a second that you..."

"I know you weren't. I just... I just want to pitch myself to him one more time."

Sarah narrowed her eyes knowingly.

"Please?" Liz pleaded.

Sarah looked at her watch.

"You've got half an hour before the next girl arrives. Go get 'im."

Liz felt a well of excitement at getting a second chance, but then the reality of what she was intending to do hit her, and her thrill segued into anxiety. She looked at the office door and then at Sarah.

"I'll wait outside for a while," Sarah said. "If you want a tip I think he really likes your tits." 

Liz smiled her thanks and nervously approached the office door, giving it a tentative knock.

"Hello?" came the cheery reply inside.

Liz opened the door to find James swapping the chair in the centre of the room. He seemed surprised to see her.

"Oh hi Liz. I thought you were off?"

"I... er... I mean..."

Her stammering was not establishing the tone she wanted to hit. For Christ's sake, Liz, pull yourself together. He's a good-looking boy, and you know he fancies you! Win him over! Make sure he can't forget you no matter how many girls he auditions!!

"Did you forget something?" James said.

Liz steeled herself. The best way of doing this would be to assume another character: that of a temptress. 

"Kind of," she purred, approaching him seductively.

"And what's that?"

"I just wanted to let you know that I really want this job. And if there's anything I can do to increase my chances of being chosen, you just need to tell me."

James straightened up from replacing the chair and Liz stood right next to him, their toes almost touching.

"What do you mean?" asked James, appearing genuinely none-the-wiser.

"Well," Liz sighed, reaching over to take James' hand, "If there's something I could do to keep me at the top of your list, I'm pretty open to negotiations."

Liz moved James' hand up towards her chest and pressed it firmly against her left breast. James looked flabbergasted and was frozen in shock. 

"They could really do with a squeeze," Liz whispered.

James signalled his potential collaboration with a delicate grope before moving his other hand up towards her other breast and squeezing her assets with firmness but reverential respect. The sensation was great. Her still-sensitive nipples were rubbing against the fabric of her vest, and James' grip was triggering tingles between her thighs.

Watching James' marvelled expression, Liz realised that it wasn't so much the molestation of her tits that was turning her on so much as the feeling of manipulating this shy young man. The power her body had over him was a joy to influence. Time to seal the deal.

She placed her hands on James' shoulders and gently forced him down onto the new seat he had just placed. He looked up at her longingly as she gathered the bottom of her vest top and pulled it up over her head, revealing her breasts once again, but this time in close proximity 

to James' grateful face. Liz cupped her swollen tits and presented them to her interviewer.

"Would sucking my tits help get me near the top of your list?"

James suddenly shifted his demeanour from surprised innocent to willing participant.

"It wouldn't hurt your chances."

James reached forward and put his hands up Liz's skirt, grabbing her ass and pulling her towards him so that she stood between his splayed legs. She exhaled as she felt his tongue meet a hardened nipple, before groaning with pleasure as he took the whole of her tit inside his mouth. Her breast tingled as his tongue danced around her flesh, lapping around her areola and flicking at her bullet-like nipple.

Liz felt his hands smooth her buttocks and part them with his fingers before clawing at the cotton of her underwear and ripping it from her crotch. She was wet again, and could feel threads of stickiness spanning the widening chasm between the gusset of her knickers and her oozing pussy.

As the cotton hit her ankles she stepped out of the damp pile and spread her thighs slightly as James re-engaged with her ass cheeks, squeezing them tenderly. He moved his mouth to her other tit and gave it the same saliva-drenched attention as its molested neighbour. It gave Liz some time to consider her next move. Was she willing to go further? She looked down at the handsome guy sucking on her boobs, and considered her own building horniness. It was a no-brainer.

With her tit still in his mouth, Liz stooped down slightly to try to unbuckle James' belt. Losing his oral grip of her boob he let go of her ass and attended to his trousers himself, encouraging Liz to return to her original position. His face buried in her chest was obscuring her view somewhat, but she could see him desperately adjusting his trousers until they were finally over his knees and around his ankles. Liz broke off their sticky embrace to get a good look at the organ she was intending to accommodate. 

She was relieved to see that he wasn't enormous, but was certainly big enough to fill her up nicely. His veiny phallus pointed invitingly upwards, and twitched with anticipation as if begging to be enveloped by her. She was happy to oblige.

Using his shoulders to support her, Liz straddled the astonished young man and lowered herself onto his lap, letting his pulsating cock push up and inside her moist cunt. They both gave a simultaneous muted cry as he entered her. For Liz, the sensation was majestic, and she surprised herself as her pliant pussy took all of James' erection inside her. She let him take all of her weight as she sunk down on top of him, burying his entire cock inside of her right down to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck that's nice," she moaned, temporarily forgetting that this was supposed to be a favour for James, not the other way around.

James took his hands from her back and placed them on Liz's tits again, groping and shaking her boobs like a child playing with new toys. 

"Am I at the top of your list yet?" Liz purred seductively.

"Nearly," James breathlessly replied. "What else you got?"

Liz smiled at his audacity, but didn't care. She wanted this to end as well as James did. She began bouncing on his lap, slowly at first, enjoying his cock sliding in and out of her, and the feeling of her tight pussy dragging along the sides of his shaft. Then she started pumping herself more vigorously. James let go of her tits and watched them with delight as they began to jiggle just inches from his face. They were a little sore, flailing around her chest, but the pleasure James was obviously getting watching them fly around in front of his face was worth it. Besides, the growing sensation building between her thighs was diverting her attention elsewhere.

"Cum in me," she whispered, before raising her voice to more of a shout. "Cum in me! Cum inside my pussy!"

James reached around and squeezed her ass as he helplessly followed her instructions. He made a guttural noise as Liz felt his cock spasm inside of her, and the irrefutable warmth of his cum fire up inside of her. His deposit triggered her own orgasm, and she instinctively pushed down hard onto his lap as the climax took hold, filling her cunt as much as possible with his erupting manhood. She took her own tits in her hands and ground against his hips as she squeezed her wet, sticky boobs. James' ejaculate began to seep out of her, moistening his pubic hair as Liz's grinds spread the lubrication around their interlocking crotches.

Liz's orgasm was silent; she had held her breath throughout, and its passing was met with a long and loud exhale of breath. She looked down at James with a big smile on her face.

"OK," said James, "Top of the list."

Liz smiled; she had manipulated him perfectly.

• • • • • • • • • • 

James smiled; they had manipulated her perfectly. He'd feel a bit bad about it if he hadn't gone to such pains to give her multiple opportunities to leave the audition with her dignity intact. But the fact was this couldn't have gone any better. Sarah's little ruse had attracted only three candidates who were willing enough and not suspicious enough to agree to these auditions, but if this turned out to be the only one it would have been worth it.

James watched as Liz slid herself off of his still-hard cock, a mixture of his cum and her natural lubricant seeping out with it. Sarah had received a lot of emailed applications at the preliminary stages, and the attachments of naked photos had given James enough wanking material for a year. Liz's pictures had particularly caught his eye, and he was overjoyed that the owner of such a fantastic rack had agreed to audition, and was even more overjoyed that the new video he had just made featured them in an even more engorged state than the photos had suggested. Sarah and he would be making out to the footage of her stripping for many months to come.

Liz pulled on her damp knickers and hurriedly dressed herself. Sarah would call her in about a week's time apologising sincerely and explaining that the main funder had backed out of the project, leaving it dead in the water. But for now, Liz must have thought a thousand pound payday was in the bag. Again, James felt a little ashamed. But only a little.

"Bye," Liz chirped as she exited the office. 

James temporarily interrupted pulling up his own trousers to wave his farewell. What a sweet girl. And what an amazing fuck!

A few minutes passed before Sarah burst in, the filthy smirk on her face present in its full glory.

"What did you say to her out there?" James said.

"I just gave her a nudge in the right direction," she simpered back. "What did she do?"

"She basically rode me like a bull."

"Ha! Wonderful!"

"I don't see how we top that one with the next two," James pondered out loud.

"I was just thinking about that outside. I got a message from one saying she's running late. I think we should audition them both together."

"You think they'll go for that?"

"Oh yeah. Especially if you follow my lead."

Sarah playfully planted herself on James' lap and shared her latest machinations. His cock began to harden again at the implications.

"You know," Sarah whispered as she smoothed the bulge in his trousers with her hand, "One day you're not going to be able to get this hard again this quickly. And I worry I'll go off you a bit when that happens."

James smirked at the playful comment.

"Brave words from the woman who's ten years my senior."

"Ha! Touché..."

She leaned in and kissed him passionately, allowing him to cop a feel as she did so.

"I think you've got plenty more years of enjoyment before they go too far south, honey," she said.

"Oh, " said James, "And if you're going to rub my cock underneath the desk while the girls are stripping, please try to do it more subtly..."

• • • • • • • • • • 

James waited patiently behind his desk as he heard Sarah greet the final applicant outside. He had learned his lesson from the previous 'audition' and had left his belt off this time, allowing him and Sarah easier access to the contents of his pants should the mood take them.

Sarah opened the door and two oddly matched yet attractive girls walked in ahead of her. James rose to greet them, his cock already swelling with anticipation.

The first to shake his hand had jet black short hair and a tonne of make-up. Bright red lips and dark eyes together with a set of piercings along her brow and in her nose gave her a striking visage. But it wasn't enough to distract James from the Ultra-bra enhanced cleavage that was proudly on display between the gape of her navy linen shirt. She had made no effort to downplay her assets, and her tiny denim shorts only added to the brazen presentation. 

"Hi, I'm Hope," she said, leaning over the desk and giving James an eyeful as he shook her hand.

"Hi Hope, take a seat."

The next girl to shake his hand was far more conservative. Dressed in a simple white blouse and a knee-length skirt, her brown hair was tied back into a long pony tail and she even wore small circular glasses. Her face sported only the most subtle of make-up and even her nails were unpainted. But her buttoned-up appearance couldn't hide the awesome buxomness tucked away under all that cotton.

"I'm Caroline," she said.

"Nice to meet you. Please, take a seat."

The girls each planted themselves on one of the two seats James had placed in the centre of the room, and Sarah sat down close to him behind the desk.

"Right," began James. "We've asked you two girls to audition together because part of the filming, if either of you are successful, will involve interacting with some of the other models, so it's good for us to see how you both improvise with someone else. And also, obviously Hope you were running a bit late today, and rather than have you miss out or delay your audition Caroline, it makes sense to see you both together. Is that OK with both of you? No objections if we do it this way?"

Both the girls happily shook their heads. Hope leaned over and put a hand on Caroline's knee.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault we're doing this together," she said.

"No it's fine," Caroline replied with a giggle. "It's nice not to do this alone, actually."

"Right then," said James. "Thanks for coming today ladies. Sarah's probably told you everything you need to know, but I'd just like to confirm everything..."

James went through his rehearsed spiel about the camera, the fake project, the acting requirements. As he did the reassuring bit about the girls being able to leave at any time if they felt uncomfortable, he got an incredulous look from Hope, as if that would be the last thing she would ever do. It gave James reason to ask his next question.

"Have either of you ladies done anything similar to this before?"

"I've done a lot of amateur stuff," said Hope. "Nude calendars, some porn mag pics... I did an amateur porn film for my mate, but nothing, you know, proper. Or released, I mean."

"Oh wow," said James, slightly shocked. "Caroline?"

"I went topless at the beach once," she replied. "But no, nothing like that."

She was reserved, but funny. James liked that. The two girls in front of him were like chalk and cheese. He couldn't wait to get them naked and interacting with each other. He reached up to start the camera and gave them their scenario.




The Incentive List Ch. 06



"OK, you're two friends in a bedroom at one of your houses. Hope, you've been talked into this online game of strip poker by Caroline, so you're unsure and a bit shy, and Caroline you're more cocky and egging Hope on. All clear?"

The girls nodded their understanding. James mentally commended himself on the role-reversal and received a pat on the thigh from Sarah signalling her approval.

"OK," said James, "Imagine the camera here is your webcam and start with your tops."

James sat back and allowed Sarah's hand to move up his thigh and over the bulge in his crotch. Caroline fired a cheeky smile into the camera before putting her fingers towards the top button of her blouse. Taking on the character that had been suggested to her, she turned to Hope to offer encouragement.

"Come on," she said, "It'll be fun."

Hope, seemingly in a different audition to Caroline, ignored the comment and without a hint of modesty pulled her shirt over her head, followed quickly by the removal of her bra. Her firm knockers bounced into view before either James or Sarah could stop her. They were nice tits, perky C-cups with large pierced nipples, and James' cock jerked in his pants in response, but Hope had gotten ahead of herself.

"Not the bra yet, Hope," said James. "And we want you to act as if you're really nervous about this."

"Oh right, sorry," she said, hooking back up her bra and resting her boobs back in the cups, but refraining from replacing the shoulder straps. She then looked over to Caroline with a disinterested look on her face.

Caroline looked unsure, raising her eyebrows at James for confirmation.

"Go ahead Caroline," he said.

Caroline nodded and took a more deliberate approach to undressing. Addressing the camera with a series of saucy stares, she unfastened each button on her blouse with seductive intent. The resulting show was far more pleasing for James whose cock was getting regular subtle squeezes from his partner. As Caroline's enormous cleavage began to reveal itself, James felt the precum begin to ooze from the tip of his erection. He turned to Sarah who despite a wicked smile on her face was doing everything in her power to disguise the gentle massage she was administering under the desk.

As Caroline reached the end of the trail of buttons on her blouse, she triumphantly pulled apart her top, purposefully pushing her bra-laden bust out in front of her. James knew from her application that she was packing a couple of double Es inside those cups. He couldn't wait to see them.

"Great," James said, trying to sound as professional and impartial as possible. "Same again, but with the bras. And remember to play this really coy, Hope."

"What does that mean?" she asked with genuine confusion.

"Um, just pretend that you're really nervous about taking your bra off."

"Oh, OK."

Caroline again tried to engage with Hope as part of her performance and again was ignored. Instead, Hope glared into the camera in an awful attempt at looking shocked, before discarding her bra as quickly as she had the first time. As nice as it was to see her tits again, James was annoyed that his instructions weren't being followed - part of the erotic appeal of this scenario was the thrill at seeing these girls innocently follow his orders.

Caroline again looked at James, this time with a glare that screamed 'I can't work with this'. Sarah came to the rescue.

"Actually, it might be easier if we conduct these interviews separately," she said, giving James' cock an affectionate squeeze before getting to her feet. "Caroline, shall we go outside for a bit and James you could maybe finish the interview with Hope on your own?"

"Sure," James said, leaving the change of plan in her capable hands.

Caroline stood and slipped her blouse back on, looking relieved to have her improv session prematurely ended. She followed Sarah out the room and the door closed behind them. Hope looked a little confused; James took the opportunity to ogle her naked boobs as her eyes followed the girls out the room. He snapped his eyes back up to her face as she turned to face him again.

"Was I doing it wrong?"

"Not wrong, exactly," James intoned sympathetically, "We're just looking for a little acting ability as well as great bodies. And you definitely have a great body."

James felt he could be a lot more confident with this one, maybe even a little sleazy. She had starred in a porn film after all! He decided to push hard.

"I mean your tits are amazing; really nice. But the audition with Caroline wasn't really working; you weren't coming across as nervous or timid."

"I guess it's hard for me to pretend like that. I don't really have a problem taking my clothes off in front of people."

"Clearly," James laughed. "OK, so let's focus on your strengths for a while. Why don't you take the rest of your clothes off for me."

Hope smiled apparently with relief that the audition wasn't over and that she was being asked to do something she could handle. She stood up and quickly unbuttoned her shorts, shimmying out of them as they scraped down her thighs, revealing a black thong. Her breasts jiggled with her efforts and James put a hand to his crotch - perhaps a little too obviously as it caught Hope's attention.

"You can take it out if you like," she said cheerily. "I haven't been to a casting where the guy in front of me hasn't started jerking off."

Hope's blasé attitude surprised James, but also thrilled him to a certain extent. Throughout all of the fantasies that he and Sarah had engineered, he had always maintained a certain clandestine control over proceedings, much of the excitement coming from the feeling of manipulation. But this was presenting a rare opportunity to get blatantly down and dirty. He figured he'd take it.

"Why don't I just sit next to you over there," he ventured, rising from his desk and unzipping his fly.

"Sure," said Hope, dragging her G-string down her legs, revealing a completely shaved pussy.

James took a seat next to Hope and let his cock escape from the gap in his boxer shorts. Hope sat back down, completely naked, looking completely relaxed at this turn of events - no doubt she had expected this style of audition before and was more than happy to play along.

"I like your piercings," James said, reaching a finger towards one of the circles of silver that ran through her nipples.

"Thanks. You can give them a tug if you like."

James happily took the invitation, gently yanking at the body jewellery and delighting in the way it changed the shape of her breast.

"So," he said, still fiddling with her boobs. "Acting's not your strong point. What are you good at?"

He looked into her eyes expectantly as he tweaked her nipple more forcefully.

"I'll show you," she said, leaping off her seat and quickly getting on her knees, grabbing James' eager erection. 

She gave it a couple of hard jerks before plunging it into her mouth. This was the first time James had realised she had a tongue piercing. He felt the cool metal stud slide around his glans - a strange sensation when combined with the efforts of her hot wet tongue. 

"I'll tell you what," said James. "If you can make me cum in less than three minutes, the job is yours."

He would never be so brazen if his interviewee hadn't been such a slut, but she was clearly experienced in pleasuring men, so he thought he'd put her to the test. He held up his watch.

"Starting... Now!"

Hope acknowledged the challenge with a sudden increase in the speed and suction of her blow job. She gorged on his dick loudly as she re-doubled her efforts to get him off. She withdrew with a loud slurp before grabbing his shaft firmly and jerking him vigorously. She looked up at him with filthy intent.

"I'll make you cum in two."

She reared up slightly and continued the high speed wanking between her tits, her shuffling hand making one of them dance while the other soaked up the mixture of precum and saliva that she was milking off of his cock.

James reached for her more stationary boob and pulled at it roughly. 

"Thirty seconds gone," he said.

Hope continued jerking him off but put her mouth back over the tip of his cock as she did so. Again he felt the metal stud grace the underside of his phallus. James reached down to reestablish his grip of her titty. Hope took the opportunity to try some dirty talk to reach her goal quicker.

"I like the taste of your dick," she growled. "I like the taste of cum even more. You want to cum in my mouth? Or on my face? I bet you'd like to cum on my tits, wouldn't you?"

James looked at his watch again.

"Two minutes left."

Hope huffed with frustration - she obviously thought James would be easier to get off than this. How could she have known that he was a lot dirtier than she had predicted? The fact that unbeknownst to her he had already cum was not helping her cause. Or the fact that James was purposely holding back to see what she'd do next.

What she did next was to lean back, legs spread, and sit on the floor beside the chairs. She began to mechanically rub at her rubbery-looking pussy, which did little to excite James any further, so he focussed on her jiggling tits instead.

"Fuck my mouth," she said, opening her jaw as wide as she could. 

James stood up and approached the desperate-looking harlot in front of him. He put his hands on her head and pushed his pelvis up against her face, forcing his cock down her throat. She took it like the pro she claimed to be, deep throating with consummate ease. James casually lifted his watch again, speaking up over the gargled gagging.

"A minute and a half."

James started wondering why she hadn't tried fucking him yet. He perhaps unfairly concluded that her no doubt extensive sexual experiences had left her pussy a little slack, and that the best chance for a swift climax would be in her mouth. 

Her next attempt to make James cum was entirely unexpected. She moved a hand up one leg of his boxers, took a finger that had been slightly moistened from her pussy-play, and tried to insert it into his asshole!

James yelped with shock, but went with it, thanking the stars that Hope had short fingernails. He had noticed this when comparing Hope's garishly coloured fingertips with Caroline's plain ones, but couldn't have predicted their length would prove this relevant.

He tried to relax as Hope continued her digital exploration of his anus, pushing further inside his cavity while still sucking on his cock. He had heard that stimulation of the prostate could aid a powerful male orgasm, but had never allowed anyone to test the theory. She found the spot she was looking for and began to gently massage him from within. 

"A minute left," he said, trying to sound as detached as possible.

In fact, the internal massage was stimulating him in a way he didn't think it would be possible for this skanky girl to achieve. She had obviously picked up a few tricks during her attempts to make it in the adult industry, and this one was working like a charm. It was almost with regret that James felt himself reach his second climax of the day. 

He grabbed at Hope's short hair and roughly pulled her head back, forcing her to spit out his pulsating cock. With her head still in his grasp he let his cock erupt onto her face unguided, watching her receive his cum triumphantly. Like a wayward fire hose it randomly spurted over her forehead and cheeks, before pumping its final contributions over her lips and into her gaping mouth. Once his final deposit had been made, James let go if her head. Hope slowly withdrew her finger from his ass and leaned in to give his receding cock a quick celebratory suck.

"Thirty seconds to spare," said James. "Congratulations. You just made the top of the list."

"Hallelujah," she said, sarcastically. "Are we done here, then?"

"Yeah, pop your clothes in and we'll get in touch when we've organised the shoot days."

"Great. See you then."

James felt a bit dirty as he handed her a tissue and watched her wipe away his cum. He also wished he had been able to hold off a little longer - the girl he really wanted to cause his next climax was the one sat outside with Sarah. Three in a row was tricky, even for someone with James' powers of recovery. He hoped he hadn't wasted himself on the slutty specimen scrambling to get her clothes on in front if him.

"Remember to wash your hands," he said as he fastened his trousers and watched Hope head for the door.

He made his way back behind the desk and sighed as he heard Sarah bid Hope farewell. A few seconds later Sarah and Caroline had joined him in the office again, although Sarah elected not to join James behind the desk, sitting on the chair next to the interviewee instead. 

"God, she was bad," Sarah giggled.

Caroline appeared much more laid back compared to the first time she was in the room. No doubt five minutes alone with Sarah had loosened her up, so it wasn't a complete surprise when she offered her next query.

"Did she offer to give you a blow job or anything?" she said.

"What?" said James, trying the feign incredulity.

"Caroline and I were taking bets outside," said Sarah. "She struck us as the type who'd try to bribe her way through the rest of the interview."

"She, er, was enthusiastic in her attempts to win me over," said James cryptically.

The girls eyed each other knowingly. 

"I think I might owe you a fiver," said Sarah.

"I think you might be right," Caroline's reply. 

She turned to James. 

"Just so you know, I won't be doing anything like that to get this job. I hope that won't count against me. I'm happy to strip and do a little show, but that's about it."

James felt a little disappointed, but then remembered the footage he was amassing.

"That's all we need from you, Caroline," he said kindly.

"Great," she said, obviously relieved.

"I told Caroline I'd step in and partner her so she could finish her audition," said Sarah, explaining the seat she had taken.

"Oh," said James, trying to imagine why a woman who was supposed to be a casting agent would suddenly volunteer to strip on camera for a client.

"You won't be embarrassed, will you?" Sarah asked. "I know you weren't expecting to see me naked today."

"No, of course not. Are you sure you're happy to?"

"I've been in this industry for a while and I wasn't always in casting, so I'm quite comfortable as long as you are. Just tell us what you want to see."

She flashed him a naughty stare. She had obviously ascertained Caroline's reluctance to sit on the casting couch outside, and was colluding to make this as thrilling for James as possible despite it.

"Let's get you both down to your underwear and we'll run through a scenario or two then."

James switched on the camera and took his seat as the two ladies quickly stripped away their outer layers. Sarah had on a beautiful red balcony bra and matching French knickers. Caroline's flesh coloured bra and panties looked ordinary by comparison, but the huge chest being held in place by the bulky bra was far from average. The girls looked at him expectantly.

"OK, let's switch the roles. Caroline, you're the nervous and timid one, and Sarah's trying to goad you into stripping. So it's your turn, you've lost the hand, and your bra has to come off. Show me how you'd play it."

Caroline looked in to the camera almost with distress. She placed a hand to cover her cleavage and turned to Sarah.

"I can't," she whispered.

"You've got to," giggled Sarah, always the consummate little actress. "It's just your tits. Show him. It'll be fine!"

Caroline sighed and turned to the camera. Her performance was causing a stirring in James' pants. His latest erection was pretty sore, but no less enjoyable. He couldn't believe how much more appealing this coy display was compared to Hope's brazen performance.

Caroline looked down at her massive hooters and dug her thumbs underneath her shoulder straps. As she pulled them off the heaviness of her tits became evident as the cups and their contents dropped down towards her stomach. She pulled her arms out of the loops and let the straps hang beside her.

"Let me help," said Sarah as she reached behind Caroline and unhooked the back strap.

Caroline loosely folded her arms in preparation for the big reveal. As the bra fell onto her lap, she groaned with embarrassment, looking down again at her assets.

"Show them," encouraged Sarah.

Caroline sighed and opened her arms, exposing her vast melons. 

They were huge - the photos hadn't done them justice. James hadn't seen a pair this big on a girl so svelte. Tits this big belonged on the chest of an obese woman, surely not on a trim and pretty girl like Caroline. They were milky white with large pink nipples and sizeable areolas. They hung down the front of her body rather than splaying off to the side; a feature James couldn't help but vocally admire.

"Wow," he said, doing a lousy job of appearing impartial. "They're pretty impressive. OK, show me how you'd react to Sarah stripping off."

Sarah took her cue and faced the camera with petulant confidence, pulling down on her bra cups and popping her breasts straight out. Caroline shook her head in mock surprise - she was a good performer as well. Sarah yanked off her bra completely and gave her tits an exaggerated jiggle. It was hard to imagine her glorious titties ever looking small, but they came close to appearing so when placed side-by-side with Caroline's pendulous udders.

James rushed the next stages, getting the girls to peel off their panties quickly so he could get to the part he was looking forward to.

"OK, so Sarah's obviously told you about the bonus performance. Why don't you go for it."

"On my own or with Sarah?"

"Do it with me," said Sarah. "I'll follow your lead."

Caroline nodded and changed her demeanour back to shy as she reached a hand towards Sarah, tentatively touching her breast. James saw the tit respond, Sarah's nipple hardening at the nearby contact. His erection was now desperate for his touch, but he didn't want to scare Caroline off.

Sarah hummed with pleasure as Caroline explored her breast with her fingers.

"Look into the camera," she suggested, and Caroline obeyed, shooting a timid look into the lens. 

Sarah then reached up and made James insanely jealous as she cupped one of Caroline's dangling tits and lifted it up in her grateful grasp. Caroline reciprocated by taking Sarah's other breast in her hand and moaned as the grip around her own boob tightened. 

Caroline's eyes closed as she threw her head backwards. James took the opportunity to put a hand down his pants and squeezed his sensitive cock. Sarah then leant in and ran her tongue up Caroline's tit, from the nipple right up towards her neck. Caroline kept squeezing Sarah's tits as she spread her thighs slightly. Unlike Hope's ugly looking twat, Caroline's was dainty and soft-looking. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a subtle strip, and it pointed towards full, plump labia. Much to James' delight, her lips were parted as she let go of one of Sarah's boobs and parted herself with her fingers. The obvious sticky noise signalled that her performance wasn't 100% fake.

Sarah looked over at James' frustrated form behind the desk.

"Take the camera off the stand. Go handheld for a bit," she said.

James was worried that the obvious erection showing through his trousers would upset or annoy Caroline, but it was worth a risk.

He took his hand out of his pants and stood to tend to the camera, dismounting it from the tripod. His erection was more than apparent, so he stood closer to Sarah for his close-ups. He aimed the camera first at Caroline's ecstasy-filled face, and she looked into the camera seductively. He then moved his view down to her breasts, Sarah backing away so that her head wasn't blocking the view. Caroline responded by using her free hand to grope her own tits, tweaking roughly at the tips. James zoomed in close, filling the viewfinder with kneaded flesh, and glimpses of stretched areola. Finally, James moved the camera's attention to between Caroline's thighs where her fingers were noisily intruding her moist pussy.




The Incentive List Ch. 07



Somewhere between Surrey and London

August 30, 1998

Sarah loosened a button on her cream silk blouse and fanned her hand across her neck to try to circulate some air around her. God it was hot on this bloody train!

Summers were all well and good, and the warm weather was to be embraced, such was its scarcity sometimes in Britain, but commuting in this humidity was no fun at all. Even though the afternoon was coming to a close, this carriage had still somehow managed to harness the midday heat and kept it locked within its confines. Sarah didn't suffer from overt perspiration, but even she could feel droplets of sweat coalescing around her temples.

Ever since she had taken this new job at a 'language for business' centre in London, she had dreaded the hotter weekdays, knowing her long commute home would be uncomfortable. Why couldn't James have met her for a drink in town tonight? They both could have headed home in the later, cooler hours - tipsy and randy!

Sarah huffed to herself before deciding to amuse herself by teasing the young man sat opposite her instead. The train wasn't particularly busy, and she had this handsome young fellow all to herself. It hadn't escaped her attention that when she fanned herself just a moment ago, his eyes darted to her chest, no doubt in an attempt to catch a glimpse of her cleavage.

You don't get through twenty-odd years of having a prominent bust without becoming adept at realising when your assets are being admired, and this man had thrown a fair few glances their way. Sarah hated the gawkers that just stared and drooled - seemingly uninterested that their ogling was so obvious and apparent. But she loved the shy ones that desperately wanted to look but were terrified of being caught. Despite how their relationship had evolved over the years, she still thought of James that way too.

Sarah sighed and looked out the window, seemingly at the scenery rushing by, but actually at the very subtle reflection of the young man sat opposite her. She reached up to scratch below her collar bone, pulling half of her blouse to one side as she did so, exposing the very top of her left breast and the white lacy trim of one of her bra cups. The young man, barely out of his teens, took the bait, directing his gaze at her subtly exposed chest. Oh, she loved doing this. In the reflection she could see his eyes flicking back and forth from her chest to the floor in front of him, back to her chest, then the floor, before taking a long, lingering look at her teasing exposure. How long would he stare?

She sighed loudly, taking in a deep breath and causing her chest to rise and fall. His eyes remained transfixed on her heaving bosom. 

Sarah then quickly whipped her head around to address the poor boy who tried to disguise his social crime by shifting his gaze ever so slightly sideways and looking through Sarah rather than at her. His reddening cheeks, however, belied his opportunistic voyeurism.

"It's so hot, isn't it?" Sarah offered with a friendly beam, smoothing the lapel of her blouse back into place.

"Yeah," the flustered boy replied. "Really muggy."

Sarah looked around the carriage while repeatedly pulling at her blouse, ostensibly to circulate more air around her, but actually to give her fellow passenger more quick flashes of white lace. She was wearing one of her favoured balcony bras, and was well aware that her ample boobs tended to form pleasing circles of flesh above the fabric, and a small but pronounced cleavage where they met in the middle. She was giving her new friend every opportunity to see for himself.

Out of the corner if her eye she could see him squirm in his seat slightly as he re-adjusted himself. Was he getting an erection just at this little show?! How adorable! 

Now Sarah was feeling a little frisky, excited by how her actions were affecting this hopelessly mesmerised youth. She considered her surroundings and her possessions and wondered if she could push this a little further? Her handbag, a newspaper and an almost finished bottle of Diet Coke were piled on the seat beside her. Perhaps she and James had been at these sexual machinations for too long, because at least a half dozen ways of further teasing this man came to mind instantly. She unscrewed the cap of the Coke bottle and took a tiny swig, leaving only a little left. With the cap on only very loosely, she placed the bottle by her feet. As she leaned forward to do so, she tested the gape of her top. The loosening of a button earlier was helping, but she could feel that her blouse was currently too tight to afford the kind of viewing experience she wanted, so as she straightened herself back up, she dispensed with another button. 

The temperature just about excused her action with innocent intent, and besides, when her back was straight there was very little on display; the soft silk of her top clinging to her curves and protecting her modesty. But she knew that the next time she leaned forward, that modesty would fall away quite spectacularly. 

From her handbag she retrieved a pen, and opened the paper at the puzzle page, folding it into a neat, manageable size that she then rested on her knee. Normally she would adjust her skirt upon crossing her legs - doing so tended to cause the hem of her short pencil skirt to ride upwards - but she decided to afford her oblivious victim the sight of pretty much all of her thigh. 

Staring at the crossword, apparently deep in thought, Sarah started to gently kick her foot back and forth, causing her skirt to rise even further up her leg. She then pushed her butt deep into her seat, and leaned over to examine the clues more closely. As she did she felt her blouse fall open, a subtle look downwards confirming that her lacy bust was now being directly presented to the lucky guy in front of her.

She registered another squirm, her peripheral vision suggested that a complete readjustment of his trouser area was being attempted. Sarah pretended not to notice. Instead she moved her pen to the page and filled in one of the easier answers. However, in doing so she conspired to squeeze the top of her arm against the side of her chest, causing the cup of her bra to ever so slightly disengage from its contents. If the young man was looking carefully, and she had a hunch he was, he might have sneaked a peek at her hardening nipple. 

The next act of her performance required a little subterfuge. In as subtle manner as she could muster, she uncrossed her legs and "accidentally" knocked the Coke bottle over with her foot. As she had hoped, the loose cap fell off, and the dregs of her drink escaped onto the carriage floor.

"Oh I'm so sorry," she exclaimed with faux surprise, rushing to her handbag to fetch the paper napkins she knew were inside.

"It's ok, don't worry about it," said the young man, moving his feet out the way of the growing puddle of fizz underneath him.

Sarah insisted on cleaning up though, bending over as fully as she could while perched on the edge of her seat to mop up the mess she had made.

She could feel the extent of her exposure, the warm air on her dangling tits. As she vigorously rubbed the napkins into the floor, she allowed her breasts to sway and jiggle as much as she dared without making it obvious she was putting on a show. She looked up to check she had his full attention - his red cheeks and guilty expression suggested she had.

"Best mop it up. It's horrible when this stuff dries on the floor. Gets really sticky doesn't it?"

A perfectly innocent remark, but Sarah loaded it with as much innuendo as she could, before looking back down so that he could continue enjoying the view. She leaned right over to catch a trail of pop that was heading under her seat and felt a shiver of delight run through her as she realised that her exertions were causing her tits to edge their way slowly but surely out of their cups. Balcony bras were pretty, but didn't offer the firmest of supports, especially when gravity was pulling in a different direction. As she placed the final napkins on the floor she gave her tits one more pronounced jiggle, and felt her left breast pop out almost entirely. She enjoyed feeling the sensation of her hardened nipples on the silk of her blouse. The trap had been laid - time to catch her mark.

She whipped her head up quickly, too fast for the young man to recalibrate his gaze. His eyes darted from the delights framed by Sarah's gaping top, to her eyes, to out the window. His face was burning with crimson, and he swallowed hard.

Sarah looked down at her loose top with simulated surprise before readjusting her bra underneath the modesty of her blouse.

"Oh I'm so sorry," she cooed sweetly. "I didn't mean to give you an eyeful."

He turned and acknowledged her with an embarrassed smile, seemingly relieved that he was being pardoned for his completely understandable transgression. 'How adorable' thought Sarah.

Before she could concoct any more opportunities to excite her new friend, their cosy seating area was interrupted by an interloper.

The train was still moving, so this particular passenger had obviously been traversing the carriages. He was looking around at the various passengers and seemingly only settled on a seat when he clocked Sarah, sitting next to the shy boy and opposite her. There were plenty of free seats. She didn't know whether to be flattered or perturbed.

Good-looking, for sure, and rugged in appearance, he was tall, well-built and oozing confidence. This wasn't the kind of man she would play her naughty games with, and she instinctively fastened a button on her blouse as a result - her fun was over for the day.

The three sat in silence, as was the social law in commuter Britain, but Sarah could feel his eyes on her. Several stations came and went but it was only when the shy boy eventually reached his destination and disembarked that the rugged man said something. But the thing he said caused Sarah's heart to almost skip a beat.

"I wonder what the weather's like in Edinburgh?"

Now to anyone eavesdropping, this would have sounded a banal, if fairly odd piece of small talk. But it's significance for Sarah was huge. It was a sign. A code. A signal that one of the more controversial entries on her fantasy list was potentially at hand. And it was a failsafe that allowed her to back out if it didn't feel right or if she didn't feel ready. James had insisted on such an approach before he even entertained the notion of orchestrating this scenario. 

Sarah took a deep breath and stared at the emotionless face of the man addressing her. Her response would either set the wheels in motion, or abort the entire thing. It was up to her. Perhaps buoyed by the friskiness of her earlier teasing, she opted to go for it.

"Every time I go there it snows," she said.

The man nodded, stood from his seat, and walked away, leaving the carriage from the same door he entered.

Sarah's heart was racing. She knew what she had just instigated and was nervous and excited in equal measure. Because that answer meant something. It meant that at some point during the coming week, she was going to be raped.

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The seven day window was a way of preserving the shock and surprise of the attack when it came. Sarah had suggested that James could achieve this better by arranging it without any forewarning whatsoever. James refused, pointing out that there was always the risk, however unlikely, of a real sexual assault being mistaken for the orchestrated one, and also that anyone partaking in this fantasy would need convincing that this was something Sarah actually wanted. Indeed, James went as far as making a video of Sarah outlining her desire to fulfill the fantasy, together with the instructions and codes and what they meant. It prevented the would-be attacker from fearing an arrest after the act, and ensured that they were confident that Sarah knew what her responses meant. She remembered the recording explicitly, and the strangeness of muttering the immortal line: "And if I say it always snows when I go there, that means I've given you permission to rape me."

James had trouble understanding the fantasy, having quite rightly believed rape to be one of the worst things that could possibly happen to a woman. Sarah explained that in 'real life' it would be, but that in the context of her fantasies, being unexpextedly and forcefully fucked, with no control over proceedings as they happened, was a powerful turn-on.

James wanted to recreate her fantasy as faithfully as he could, robbing Sarah of as much control as possible, but was insistent that all parties realised that, in his words, it was a 'consentual rape'. And, of course, there would be a 'safe word' to end the attack at any time.

Sarah didn't intend to use it. She wanted to live the fantasy and make it feel as authentic as possible. She would struggle and scream and beg him to stop, and she would do everything in her power to stop him violating her - so that when he did, it would feel all the sweeter.

It was hard to think of anything else that week, although Sarah tried to put it out of her mind, throwing herself into her work and staying out late with friends. She hadn't any idea when it would happen, but could only imagine it would take place in a quiet, dark secluded place. By arriving at her local station late at night, and leaving her car at home, she tried to give her assailant every opportunity, walking home along her empty road in the dark. But for four days, nothing happened. James' conspirator was biding his time. 

So convinced had Sarah made herself regarding the likely time of day and location of the event, that when it actually happened, she was caught completely unaware. 

She was at a cash machine after having had a few drinks after work. It was in the evening but still light, and while there weren't that many people in her immediate vicinity, she was on a main road in a major city. The hand over her mouth and the ease with which she was lifted off of the pavement therefore came as genuine shocks. It took her a few seconds to process what was going on, and her first few muffled screams were natural reactions rather than fuel for her fantasy. By the time she had been thrown into the back of the van, she had managed to comprehend what was happening but the unexpected way in which it was unfolding was eliciting confusion and bewilderment as much as thrill. She had worried that this whole thing would be too tame. 5 seconds in and she was already exhilarated and, more importantly, anxious - she had no idea how this was going to play out. The man who had bundled her into the van slammed the back doors shut and the vehicle sped off. She was trapped in the back with him and one other man sat nearer the front of the van whose face, like his partner-in-crime, was covered by a balaclava, although his was red rather than blue. With a theatrical flourish, she played the role as she had fantasised:

"Let me go!" she screamed, launching herself towards the back doors. "What do you want?! Let me go!!"

Then 'Blue' gave Sarah her second unexpected surprise by pulling her away from the doors and striking her across the face. Hard. She fell to the floor of the van and froze momentarily with shock, her cheek stinging. Before she could gather her thoughts she felt her hair being pulled and her head was jerked back roughly so she was facing her attacker.

"Do anything like that again," he growled over the van's engines, "And you'll get more than a slap."

Still gripping Sarah's hair he reached behind him and pulled what looked like a box-cutting knife from his back pocket. He held the blade close to Sarah's cheek.

"Understand?" he hissed.

Sarah was genuinely unnerved, unsure as to whether the adrenaline pumping through her body was being caused by terror or exhilaration. One thing was for sure, this had already gone far beyond what she had anticipated - on her knees in the back of a vehicle; a deadly weapon being held against her face. 

As she felt the taste of blood in her mouth from the strike of her assailant, she considered using the 'safe' word - the simple utterance that would bring this whole ordeal to an end. 

In the lead-up to this experience she had worried that the whole thing would feel too staged; too safe. She certainly didn't feel safe at the moment. The revelation that these men were prepared to use violence had put her decidedly on edge, and thrown her preconceptions out the window - this was going to be rough. But it was still in her control. She could end it now, or ride the wave of terror and anxiety, and willingly put herself at the mercy of these violent men who were going to forcefully have their way with her. She mentally reassured herself, and kept the safe word from her lips.

"What do you want?" she gasped pathetically, surprising herself as real tears welled in her eyes.

'Blue', his grip still painful and tight behind her head, moved the blade down from close to her cheek, past the pulsating vein in her neck and towards the collar of her blouse. He sliced at the area around her top button, ripping it away from the clothing. As it landed on the floor of the van with a tinkle, her blouse parted slightly, revealing the smallest hint of cleavage.

"Just a bit of fun," her assailant continued, with a menacing drawl. "Do what we say, and you won't get hurt."

He leaned in close to her, the wooly fabric of his mask brushing against her cheek.

"You might even like it."

Through the mouth hole of his balaclava, he extended his tongue and flicked it at Sarah's ear, before letting go of her hair and letting her sink to the floor of the van on her elbows and knees. Sarah instinctively pulled her gaping blouse together to protect the sight of her cleavage from the two men surrounding her. She knelt, her head bowed, for what seemed like ages as the van hurriedly took bends and zoomed down straights. She didn't dare look at either of her assailants through fear of another slap. Eventually she heard the more vocal of the two make a suggestion to his colleague. 

"Let's get some in-car entertainment. Shall I make her suck your cock?"

Sarah subtly lifted her head to be greeted by the sight of 'Red' wrestling with his fly. Before he had a chance to reveal himself, her hair was grabbed again by Blue and her body was forcefully guided towards the front of the van. Dragged on her knees like a naughty child across the dirty metal surface, Blue positioned her face just inches from Red's crotch as his tiny erection was released through a gap in his trousers.

"Suck it," growled Blue. "And if you bite him, I'll fucking cut you."

Sarah felt his blade again, this time against her neck. As Red's modest cock twitched with anticipation in front of her, her head was roughly forced towards it. Instinctively, she kept her mouth shut tight, causing his shaft to press flat against her face, the oozing tip leaving a trail of precum across her side of her nose.

"Put it in your mouth," came the menacing response from the man with her hair in his painful grip. To signal the seriousness of his request, he pressed his blade firmly against her neck.

Sarah was genuinely concerned that the metal would pierce her skin unless she did something, and she opened wide with an exaggerated drop of her jaw to signal her compliance before any harm befell her. Red took the opportunity and guided his stiff penis into her mouth, smearing his glans over the base of her tongue.

As she tasted the warm salty flesh, Sarah leaned in towards her groaning captor, creating a little distance between her neck and Blue's blade. He still held her hair roughly in his hand though, and he encouraged her movement with a firm push towards his accomplice's crotch. She gagged slightly as the cock hit the back of her throat, and the fact her nose was squashed into the fabric of Red's trousers was making it hard for her to breathe. But she dared not withdraw too abruptly through fear of another reprisal. Instead, she put all her sexual experience to good use and began delivering a hard, slurping blow-job. 




The Incentive List Ch. 07



As she sucked, and tentatively explored the surface of the cock with her tongue, Sarah was able to gather her thoughts and assess how she was feeling. She was in a incredibly heightened state, and it was difficult to separate out all her emotions. Thrilled. Unbalanced. Anxious. She was also genuinely scared with regard to how far these men, especially Blue, were prepared to push this. She had her safe word, of course, but these men were so convincing as pitiless thugs - would it even work?

As she worked the cock around the inside of her mouth and slurped up Red's ceaseless discharge of pre-cum, Sarah felt a tingling between her thighs. Despite everything, she was incredibly turned on - this was her fantasy, after all - the uncertainty was just fuelling her desire. For a woman whose sexual exploits tended to be based so firmly around her control, the utter lack of power she had over these proceedings was liberating, and making her decidedly moist. 

But she daren't let on. Instead, she let her sexual frustration out on the cock between her lips, using the pretence of Blue's threat to give it her thorough attention. After only a minute or so, her oral gymnastics started to elicit a predictable response. 

"Oh fuck, she's gonna make me cum," Red gasped.

Blue pulled Sarah's head back sharply, Red's dick flicking out of her oral embrace with a wet pop.

"Cum on her face," barked Blue.

Sarah tried to look dispassionate as Red started wanking furiously in front of her, her head held firmly in place just inches from his pumping fist. As she watched it redden under his exertions, she mentally pictured the inevitable climax erupting onto her face, powerless to evade its trajectory. How she wished she could answer the call of her loins and explore the spreading dampness with her fingers. But she didn't want her abductors to know she was enjoying any if this.

Without releasing the grip from around his cock, and without realising he was answering a private plea, Red stretched out a leg and pushed a dirty boot between Sarah's bent thighs and under her office skirt. The contact was clumsy and unspecific, and his chunky footwear wasn't exactly the ideal stimulatory device, but the rough contact with her damp knickers and the sensitive flesh underneath was gratefully received. 

Sarah let out a pitched grunt of acknowledgement as Red's boot cap spread her juices around her crotch, before squealing with disgust as he ejaculated over her forehead and chin - a fabricated response to what was becoming an immeasurable turn-on. Rope after rope of hot white jism was collected on her face, but she resisted the urge to open her mouth 

Blue let go of her hair, allowing Sarah to collapse onto the van floor. She bowed her head to avoid eye contact, causing Red's cum to drip onto her fully clothed body.

"Dirty slut," hissed Blue.

The words, or more specifically the utter disdain with which they were delivered, sent a shiver of sexual energy down Sarah's spine. She was now adapting to the situation, treating it like the engineered fantasy it was rather than the kidnapping and assault it occasionally felt like. 

The van seemed to be riding on rougher terrain, and Sarah backed up against the side of the van to prevent being thrown around by the bumpy ride. She pulled her knees up towards her and hugged her legs, a pose that had the benefit if making her look afraid and defensive, but that also caused her skirt to ride up, exposing her damp, dirty knickers. She looked up at the man sat near her. Red, still stroking his receding cock while enjoying the view, wore a satisfied smirk. As the van hit another of several bumps in the road, more of the cum that was coalescing around Sarah's chin dripped down her front, past the gape of her torn blouse.

"Fuck me..." Red whispered, his full erection showing signs of returning.

Suddenly the van came to a stop, and there was a bang from the driver's compartment signalling their arrival.

"We're here," said Blue.

Red tucked his growing member back into his pants, stood up, gathered a bag next to him, and headed to the van doors.

Blue threw a dirty rag towards Sarah and stood over her, blocking a potential escape as Red opened the van.

"Clean yourself up," he hissed.

Sarah complied. The cloth stank of petrol and was filthy with oil, but she used it to wipe away the remnants of Red's seed from her face and neck. Blue smirked as she did, no doubt because she was making herself look dirtier the more she tried to clean. Her obscured view suggested the van had stopped in some woods - moments later her hair was grabbed, and she was dragged out of the van into a clearing that confirmed it.

"Give me a hand," said Blue, and Red joined him as they wrested Sarah towards a tree. She writhed and struggled enough to require manhandling, but not enough to potentially injure or harm her captors - she didn't want Blue teaching her another lesson!

The thrill of the unknown again took hold as she was dragged towards a tree and her back shoved against it. Blue held Sarah by the throat making it difficult for her to breathe and she gurgled her discomfort. Blue softened his grip a fraction, the first concession he had shown. Meanwhile, Red scrambled at her ankles, trying to tie her legs to the tree trunk with what felt like washing line cord. Sarah made it as difficult as possible for him, kicking her feet and writhing her lower body. Her foot, relieved of its shoe some time ago in the van, connected with the side of Red's head.

"Ow, for fucks sake," he whined.

Blue released his grip around Sarah's neck just long enough for him to wind back his arm and belt her hard across the face. Again, the force shocked her, and she involuntarily froze as the hot sting started spreading over her cheek. 

"This is going to happen," growled Blue. "It can happen now, with you being a good little girl, or can happen later after you've struggled and I've knocked you fifty shades of blue. So what's it gonna be?"

Sarah gave him a resigned look and let Red carry on with his binding without impingement.

"That's better," he whispered menacingly as he eyed her body up and down.

Her legs parted and successfully tied to the sides of the trunk, Red used the rest of his cord to secure her hands behind the tree. As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, Sarah tested her bonds. Her ankles and wrists were securely fastened; the only capacity for movement she had was by bending her knees and sliding up and down the trunk slightly.

"Your turn then," said Red with almost childish exuberance.

Blue smiled and reached a hand out towards Sarah's dirty blouse.

"Yeah, my turn."

His hand enveloped a silk laden breast and he gave it an almost tender squeeze. Sarah absorbed the sensation, and tried to enjoy it despite the pervading sense of anxiety that was consuming her. Surely he wasn't going to be this delicate? Then, just as her nipple began to harden at his subtle touch, he reverted to form: a sudden and violent rip of her blouse, pulling each side apart in a shower of buttons.

Sarah gasped with surprise and her heart rate elevated. The rapid rise and fall of her chest was now clear for all to see as her heaving bosom, resplendent in a white lacy bra, felt the cool air of the evening.

Blue took a step back to marvel at the sight of this helpless, semi-naked beauty, her face and neck smeared with grease, panting with anxiety. 

"Nice tits," he said, before pulling his box knife out from his back pocket. "Let's get a better look at them, eh?"

He approached Sarah again, his blade hovering menacingly near her throat. He then took the weapon and placed it underneath one of her bra straps, pulling it towards him. Once the tension was high enough, the strap yielded, and the left bra cup fell slightly under the weight of her unsupported tit. He repeated the procedure on the other side, leaving Sarah wearing the equivalent if a poorly constructed balcony bra.

Blue took a long leering look down the front of Sarah's body, the vestiges of her undergarment doing little to protect her modesty. She could see that her breasts were as good as exposed, her nipples barely covered. They were both rock hard, whether through excitement or the evening's chill even she didn't know.

Blue thrust a dirty hand into one of the cups and gave the breast inside a nasty, painful squeeze.

"Argh! Ow!!" Sarah yelled, but her protestations only provoked him to molest her harder, so she quickly bit her lip and rode the wave of pain. 

After testing her threshold, Blue eased off - still groping her violently, but with enough restraint that Sarah could garner a modicum of pleasure from his manipulations. His grubby fingers kneaded at her ample flesh, his fingertips roughly flicking at her engorged nipple.

His knife still in his other hand, he brought his weapon up to the strip of material joining the cups and pulled at it with the blade. After a little encouragement it was torn, and each side of the bra fell away in much the same fashion as her blouse. One breast still in Blue's vice-like grip, her other asset bounced into place beside it, it's full pendulous glory finally revealed. Sarah looked up to see Red leaning up against the van with his hand in his trousers, appreciating the unfolding scene.

Blue poked his tongue out of the mouth hole in his balaclava and met the bullet-like nipple before him. As seemed to be his way, a tender exploration was followed by a more painful manipulation as he took the tip of her breast into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could.

Again, a cry from Sarah as she felt the blood vessels around her areola explode. For good measure, he gave her other tit another painful squeeze as he sucked. God, he was hurting her so much. But she refused to utter her safe word; her crotch was far too moist to suggest this was an experiment she should end prematurely.

Her tit slid out of Blue's mouth sore and covered with a thick film of saliva. The nipple was almost twice it's normal size and red raw. Red had made his way over to the sexual assault, eager for a piece of the action.

"Let's have a go," he said. 

Blue relinquished control of Sarah's exposed bust to his colleague, squatting down by her legs to make way.

Red feasted his eyes on the busty delights on show, taking in the sight of this helpless stranger being forcefully exposed in front of him. Sarah sensed that his approach was less violent, and felt she was safe to fuel her fantasy without incurring a violent penalty.

"Please don't," she whimpered. "Please don't touch me. Please. I'm begging you."

Her protestations only seemed to encourage him, and he reached out both hands to cup her tits. His defiance was turning her on, and his gentle touch allowed her to fully appreciate his caresses. 

"Please, no. Leave them alone."

As he thumbed her nipples Sarah felt another hand pushing up the inside of her leg. Red, kneeling down beside her, was investigating the rest of her body. If he explored much further, he would discover the sticky torrent that was seeping from her desperately sensitive pussy. The illusion of reluctance would be shattered, but it was a small price to pay to finally get some attention down there.

Red pushed his face into her cleavage, the scratchy wool of his balaclava contrasting with the wetness of his tongue. Blue's box knife was back in action, and her skirt receiving a large incision at the front from just underneath the waistband right down to and through the hem. The front slit gave Blue direct access to her crotch, and he wasted little time in perusing. First he used his fingers to push the wet material of her knickers into the folds of her womanhood. This caused even more silk to flood out of her cunt and into the already sopping cotton girding her loins. It also sent a jolt of orgasmic electricity through her body. Her ankles were firmly secured, but she still had enough manoeuvrability to slam her thighs shut. Instead of trying to force them back apart, Blue moved his hands up behind her tattered skirt and squeezed her tight buttocks instead, forcing her knickers to adopt the shape of a rudimentary G-string. 

Meanwhile, Red continued his oral exploration of Sarah's tits, gently nibbling at her nipples and massaging his spit into her areola with his tongue. She was in heaven. 

Blue's attention shifted to the last piece of unsullied clothing Sarah was wearing, and he dug his fingers under the elasticated band of her knickers. As she felt her sodden panties being ripped from her crotch, she prepared herself for the imminent stimulation, and tried to think of ways of disguising her enjoyment. 

Blue's renewed attempts to prise apart Sarah's thighs were being hampered by the underwear gathered at her knees, and so the blade was utilised again. Almost every scrap of her clothing had been torn or cut away, and the effect was intoxicating. She desperately wanted to spread her legs and let Blue ravage her there and then, but he'd have to fight her for the privilege. She writhed and struggled, keeping her thighs clamped together as best she could, even as Red continued to suck on her tingling breasts. Blue's determination was strong though, and as his hand inched its way further and further between Sarah's legs, she eventually conceded defeat, relaxing her thigh muscles a little as she felt the first touch on her labia. From there, two of Blue's fingers slid effortlessly into her pussy, an audible squelch belying the disingenuity of Sarah's previous protestations. As he finger fucked her, Sarah gasped a silent scream - this was better than she could ever have hoped. Red broke off his intimate embrace and took a few steps back to admire the effect his friend's efforts were having on their 'guest'. With each thrust of Blue's hand, Sarah was getting closer and closer to climaxing, but the only way she could prevent herself from expressing her ecstasy was through muted paralysis. Just an open mouth, a quivering body and eyes shut tight in concentration. 

But before she reached the point of no return, Blue pulled his fingers out for the last time. He stood and wiped his juice covered fingers on Sarah's tits, as if to confirm his knowledge of her arousal. The lubricated touch of his fingertips on her nipples only added to the feeling. Blue then tended to his belt and pulled his trousers and briefs down in one swift movement.

He was big. Not just long, but thick. Really, really thick. Sarah was glad he had warmed her up with his fingers first. She was going to enjoy this. She only wished that the veneer of her reluctance was still present, but her gushing pussy had put paid to that notion; Blue knew full well she was enjoying this. As he positioned the tip of his huge cock just below Sarah's swollen pink flesh, they both knew the pretence that this was anything but an arranged fantasy was gone. Unless. Unless...

"Istanbul," Sarah gasped.

Blue stopped dead, and his eyes locked onto hers with a perturbed look. He recognised the safe word. 

"What?" he said, the quality and tone in his voice quite different to how it had been before.

"Istanbul," repeated Sarah. "I'm sorry, I can't go through with this."

Blue stared at her, frozen in position, the very tip of his cock touching the folds of Sarah's cunt. 

"You're kidding, right?"

"No I'm not kidding. I'm really sorry but I don't want to go any further."

She was uttering the most terrible of lies, trying to get this man, this stooge, this hired hand to do something equally terrible. Despite everything, she could see his conscience taking hold, and so in the subtlest possible way, she moved her body just a fraction - just enough to slide the oozing glans of his erect penis over the silky entrance of her pussy.

"I'm so sorry," she said with a hint of playfulness. "I hope you can understand."

The ploy worked. Whether it was because he didn't believe her, or he was too far gone, or whether he just didn't care, he thrust his pelvis hard up into her, and filled her grateful cunt with his majestic cock.

"What are you doing?!" Sarah cried with mock distress. "I said Istanbul. You have to stop!"

Blue carried on regardless, fucking her with hard, purposeful thrusts. Red stood nervously, looking over his shoulder towards the van, before looking on impassively as his friend forced himself upon their tied-up captor.

"No!" she continued to cry. "No! Stop! Please!"

Each yell was a disguised cry of pleasure as his glorious cock passed along inside her and stabbed deep into her G-spot. Sarah had got her fantasy. She was in control, she was getting what she wanted, but as far as these men were concerned, she was being raped.

Each pump of Blue's hips was savoured; a delicious dip into the dark side that was wrong in so many ways, but felt so so good. Sarah imagined what her would-be assailant might be thinking. Guilt? Passion? Rage? 

The rough bark of the tree against her back and the thorough internal probing she was receiving was causing her two different types of pain, but the discomfort somehow conspired to trigger her orgasm sooner than she would have liked. Thankfully, its sheer power compensated for its premature appearance. Sarah heralded its arrival with an ear-splitting scream, and rode the protracted wave of carnal bliss with a cacophony of pleasured moans. As the gorgeous feeling subsided she surprised herself by succumbing to an unexpected fit of the giggles. It was a strange enough reaction for Blue to regain a semblance of control and break off his exuberant violations. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'm so, so sorry."

He was flustered and panicking, a complete reversal from the hard man act he had been performing up until now. Sarah came down from her joyous hysteria long enough to reassure him.

"Don't worry, it's fine. I was being a tease. I wanted you to do it. Really, it's fine."

Blue pondered her statement, but shook his head with shame.

"It's not fine," he said. "You said stop. I didn't know what you really wanted. I should have stopped."

"What's your name?" Sarah asked sweetly, the bizarreness of offering counselling whilst tied to a tree not completely list on her.

"Harry," he said.

"Harry, I pushed the tip of your cock into me while I was using the safe word. I was hardly being fair. And I'm sure my friend would have put a stop to proceedings if he thought it was going too far."

"Eh?"

"I'm assuming he's the driver? I would have thought he would have got out for a look otherwise."

Right on cue, the driver's door of the van swung open and James hopped out with a smirk on his face.

"Hi honey," he simpered, eyeing her naked and disheveled form. "My, my, we are in a bit of a state aren't we?"

"Tell our friend here to stop feeling guilty would you?"

James put a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder.

"I can spot when Sarah's teasing even in a wing mirror. You were fine, I would have stopped you otherwise."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, can you cut me down now please?" Sarah asked.

Harry pulled out his knife to release her, but James stopped him.

"Hang on a sec," he said, eyeing up his girlfriend with mischievous intent. "I'm not going to pass up a chance like this."

Sarah grinned as he pulled his growing erection out of his fly and approached her.

"No... Don't... Stop..." Sarah intoned sarcastically, before sighing contentedly as her lover cupped her tits. James smoothed his palms over the surface of her magnificent breasts before moving his hands under the torn sides of her blouse and behind her back. He pulled her torso towards him and feasted upon her mammaries, hungrily licking and slurping at her thrice molested assets. 

Harry appeared assuaged of his guilt, and appeared quite content to watch on. Red took things a stage further by pulling out his cock and wanking furiously at the couple's embrace.




The Incentive List Ch. 07



As James dined on her chest, Sarah gave Harry a teasing wink.

"If you untie my hands," she said. "I'll give your dick a few tugs."

Harry sniggered at her audacity and shook his head before pointing at his head.

"Can I take this off first? It's really bloody itchy!"

As he peeled off the wooly disguise, Sarah realised she knew the face underneath, and she mentally chastised herself for not assuming earlier that this was the man who approached her on the train earlier in the week. His tough guy act had been so convincing she hadn't put two and two together. His humongous erection was swiftly returning, and Sarah figured he deserved a treat or two. She felt James' cock probing at her sensitive pussy.

"Wait a sec," she whispered, before turning to Red. "You too. Over you come."

As Red approached one side of her, balaclava still in place, Harry arrived at the other, his knife hacking at the binds around her wrists behind the tree. When they finally snapped, Sarah wasted no time in reached down and jerking off the dicks to her left and right; one small, one huge.

"Now honey."

James took his cue and pushed up inside of her, slowly but fully, trying to touch her as deep as he was able. Sarah channelled the sexual joy through her fingertips, and massaged the cocks in her hands as best she could. It was easier with her right hand, but she had Harry's bigger dick in her left, and so was able to maintain a decent grip.

James continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, and pushed Sarah's tits up and to the sides as if presenting them to his cohorts. They gratefully took over, squeezing and milking a tit each as their cocks were expertly syphoned. James didn't last long, a pained series of grunts heralding his ejaculation, his prolonged spasm filling Sarah with the unmistakable warmth of his cum. As he slid out of her, a load of his pearlescence followed. James staggered backwards with a satisfied sigh and Red, perhaps sensing Sarah's eagerness for a second orgasm, took over, reaching down and smearing the purged cum around her clit with his fingertips.

"Mmmmm, good boy," purred Sarah. "I'll make you a deal: get me off like this and I'll let you fuck me in the ass."

Red gladly took up the challenge, ignoring the fact that his hands were becoming tacky with another man's cum, and eagerly massaging the entrance to her pussy. All the while, Sarah maintained her simultaneous hand jobs, the feeling of moist turgid flesh in her hands only adding to the mounting sensation between her thighs. Finally, with a grateful cry, she came for a second time, only then releasing her grip on the two mens' shafts. As the orgasm rippled through her, she saw James stroking himself back to turgidly - it was a pretty good show, she supposed.

"Cut her ankles free," Red said to Harry with more than a hint of urgency. He wanted his own orgasm, and he wanted Sarah to make good on her deal.

"God, I can't be allowed to enjoy the moment for even a couple of seconds," Sarah lamented sarcastically. 

Harry cut her completely free from the tree, and Sarah staggered forward, her restraints having made her lower limbs sore. She fell to her knees and elbows dramatically, before lifting her rear high into the air.

"Come on then," she instructed to Red, before turning her attention to Harry. "I think you deserve another treat too. Why don't you come round this end?"

She opened her mouth wide suggestively, and licked her lips.

Harry smiled and sauntered over, initiated the spit-roast by slapping his cock onto the base of Sarah's outstretched tongue. As she rocked forward to take the monstrous phallus into her mouth, she felt her torn skirt being lifted up, exposing her ass cheeks to the air. Red wasted no time getting what he wanted, his modest, lubricated cock moving effortlessly past her asshole and into her tight ass.

As Red anally fucked her, Sarah took long, languishing passes at Harry's manhood with her mouth, gently caressing his balls as she tried to get him to cum. She didn't have to wait very long.

"Oh fuck. Careful. It's coming. It's coming."

Sarah pulled it out and opened wide - she liked filling her mouth with cum, but also liked it all over her face. She predicted this would be the kind of ejaculation that would let her have it both ways. She wasn't disappointed. The hot white goo that erupted from the tip of his penis was as plentiful as it was forceful. The first few squirts decorated her forehead and cheeks with a spreading splashes, and with a quick grab of his cock she aimed the rest of his contribution right inside her gob. With Red still slamming his pelvis into her buttocks, Sarah looked up at Harry as the last weak pumps of semen oozed out of him and started provocatively blowing bubbles of cum. Harry simply shook his head with disbelief at the filthy nature of this sexy creature bowed down before him. 

Red's frantic butt fucking was causing the mixture of cum and saliva to tip out of Sarah's mouth, so she swallowed the salty mixture with exaggerated pleasure before encouraging her anal intruder.

"That's it. Fuck me in arse, you dirty bastard. You're going to cum in me, aren't you? You're going to fill my arse with your cum, aren't you?"

Sarah had expected to be sated by now, but found herself moving her fingers down towards her swollen folds as she spoke, and rubbing her desperately over-sensitised clit.

"I might have a bit more for you, honey," said James as he approached his girlfriend, stroking his renewed erection. 

"Get it on my tits if you can," Sarah replied, rearing up as much as she could with Red still deep in her asshole. James tried to accommodate by stooping down and wanking as close as he could to Sarah's dangling titties. With one hand still massaging her pussy, she used the other to pull the torn shreds of her blouse away. The pendulous sway of her breasts, and the jiggle as they knocked into each other, gave James all the visual stimulation he needed, and he fired his second, rushed ejaculate over Sarah's kinetic boobs. The watery semen funnelled down onto her nipples, and was sprinkled over the ground as her rack was shaken by Red's pummelling.

"I'm cumming," Red finally declared.

Sure enough, Sarah felt the warmth spread within her cavity as Red's seed was pumped inside her. It triggered a shallow but sustained orgasm that Sarah eeked out over the course of half a minute through some gentle self-pleasuring, Red remaining inside her throughout. When she finally stopped rubbing herself, Red pulled out.

Sarah, exhausted, turned over onto her back and collapsed onto the ground, panting for breath. She raised her head and stared at the man that had just penetrated her.

"You're not going to take that off, are you?" she said, referring to his red balaclava.

He shook his head. 

Sarah laughed and rested her head back down.

"Oh, and speaking of fashion, James..." she said, pulling at the shreds that once constituted her clothes. "You owe me a new outfit for work." 



The Incentive List Ch. 08



Surrey

September 3rd, 1999

James, as a general rule, hated wedding receptions. Sure, this was technically a 'pre-ceremony party': a conciliatory get-together to appease the gathered masses who would be missing out on the happy couple's sensibly private and low-key nuptials in the Caribbean. But it still comprised the disparate and potentially volatile mixture of extended family, friends and colleagues, many of whom had never met, and would probably grow to despise each other after a moment's conversation. If he had been presented with an opportunity not to attend, he would have gladly taken it.

Thank God he had Sarah at his side - if all else failed he could at least sequester himself away for a non-inclusive tête-à-tête with his significant other.

What had made the anticipation of this night particularly stressful for James was the fact that this was the first time that his extended family, outside of his parents and older sister, would meet Sarah. Despite looking stunning in her sparkly dress and appearing significantly younger than her actual age, he was still nervous that she would be labelled a cradle-snatcher, or worse.

As it turned out, she charmed the pants off of everyone she encountered - James' biggest struggle was containing her filthy innuendo when engaging with the more senior members of James' clan.

"So, you used to be James' French teacher?"

"Yes I was. He had a wonderful tongue... For language I mean..."

That his dear old mum had taken it upon herself to inform almost every family member the nature of how they had met was a not inconsiderable bone of contention between mother and son. But he let it slide; Sarah seemed to beam with pride whenever anyone asked her to confirm the circumstances in which they met. 

The evening was going fairly well up until the point that Sarah clocked a guest that made her visibly wince.

"Who's that," asked James, noticing Sarah's disdain.

"George Pickford," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Went out with him years and years ago. Bastard broke my heart."

"What's he doing here?"

"He's Silvia's plus one - he started going out with her after he dumped me."

"I don't know why you invited her..."

"She's my cousin, James. I couldn't really freeze her out of my own wedding reception."

"I thought the whole idea if tying the knot abroad was that we didn't have to deal with bullshit like this?"

Sarah smiled and pecked him on the cheek.

"If we hadn't thrown this party, your family would have hated me even more than they do already."

"They don't hate you. They just don't know you very well."

Sarah leaned in and whispered into James' ear, but not before giving it a playful bite.

"Just as well!"

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James spent much of the night making polite small talk with the assembled guests. When he finally found himself in a one-on-one with George, it took every ounce of his self-restraint to keep his and Sarah's escapades to himself; especially when his line of questioning became slightly smug and derogatory.

"So, you and Sarah, eh?" came the rather patronising conversation starter. "I must admit, I didn't think she'd have it in her. Hooking up with someone so young, I mean."

"Oh?" James innocently replied. "How come?"

"Well, when I was with her she wasn't exactly... open-minded," he slighted.

"Really?" James countered. "I've never known her to be anything other than... Well... Progressive."

George snorted dismissively. Before James had a chance to defend her, his fiancée joined the conversation, prying herself away from one if James' more enthusiastic uncles.

"Well, I see you're both getting acquainted," she said. 

Silvia, perhaps in response to an old flame making contact, entered the fray.

"Hi Sarah," she said, pulling away from another family confab. "Having a nice evening?"

"Oh, lovely thanks," came the cheery reply. She looked into George's eyes, almost daring a barb from her tipsy old flame. He gladly obliged.

"I was just saying to your fiancé - I wouldn't have expected you of all people to bag one of your students."

Sarah played dumb.

"Oh really? How come?"

"Well," said George with a rather patronising smirk, "You know..."

Sarah smiled sweetly back while giving James' arm a reassuring squeeze.

"No, I really don't."

Sarah pleaded with her eyes for George to elaborate. When he sheepishly declined, she turned to Silvia to fill her in.

"Actually I do. George always felt I was a bit of a prude when we dated," she said. "Wanted someone a little more adventurous, didn't you dear?"

George held his hands up to express innocence.

"Hey I didn't say anything," he smirked.

"No," Sarah retorted, her face suddenly switching from nonchalant to deathly serious. "But you certainly did at the time."

There was an awkward pause. James studied Silvia's face. He knew full well that if she signalled any discomfort with the way this conversation was developing, Sarah would put her claws away and spare her cousin any embarrassment. Alas, she did the opposite.

"Ooo, I like the fact I'm the adventurous one," she beamed, clutching George's hand. That put James on the offensive.

"So, what's the most adventurous you've both ever been," James genially enquired.

"Beg your pardon?" said George.

"Come on, we're all friends here. I'm curious, what's so adventurous about your amazing sex life."

Silvia rose to the challenge of his sarcasm and adopted a punchable look of smugness.

"Not with your lovely fiancée listening," she whispered, insinuating the salacious nature of their escapades.

"No, go on," Sarah said, the smile returning to her face. "I won't pass out."

Silvia looked to her partner for permission which he proudly gave with yet another award-winningly smug look.

"Well, we've had a few outdoor encounters, shall we say," she said coyly. "Parks and stuff. And I've got a uniform or two back home... haven't I?"

George chortled as Silvia ran a finger up his arm. It was utterly nauseating. 

"Does he fuck you in the arse?" Sarah asked sweetly.

The couples' respective jaws dropped.

"Er... Well..." Silvia stuttered, struggling to remain composed. "Once. I mean sometimes. For special occasions. Birthdays and things..."

They clammed up with embarrassment. 

"That's fairly adventurous," James agreed, reciprocating Sarah's nods. "I remember the first time I fucked you in the arse Sarah, do you remember?"

"Oh yes, that was just after I set you up with that student to massage. Came all over her tits didn't you, you naughty boy?"

"Hey, you're a fine one to talk," James said, continuing the banter as if they were two breakfast chat show hosts talking about the weather. "How many of my mates ended up cumming over you for that Bukkake party?"

"Ha. Every last one if them."

She leaned in to give an aside to an astonished Silvia.

"Some of them more than once..."

"And we did it in a park too," James offered.

"Yeah, you and the men you hired to kidnap and rape me... Was it really necessary to tie me to that tree?"

Silvia audibly gasped.

"Oh don't worry Silvia," Sarah whispered, "I was absolutely gagging for it."

"And you performed at that strip club. Got a rather pleasant spit roasting if memory serves."

"Yeah, preferred the threesome with Lucy if I'm honest. Nothing like having a girl who knows what they're doing going down on you, eh Silvia?"

James lapped up the look of paralysed shock on their faces.

"Right," said George weakly. "Well. Good for you."

"It really was," James said, patting his rival on the shoulder. "Drink darling?"

"Would love one, darling," responded Sarah, taking her fiancé by the arm and leading him to the bar.

They waited until they were out of earshot before guffawing out loud.

After a vodka each, sharing their hilarity at the expressions of Sarah's ex and her significant other, James took on a rather more serious tone:

"All that stuff you described; our escapades... Are you sure you want to end it all? You won't miss it?"

Sarah put a reassuring hand over James'. 

"Honey, I've got up to more mischief in a few years with you than most people manage in a lifetime. And if I do this, it has to mean something. I want us to be exclusive. And faithful. Besides, just because we're not fucking other people, doesn't mean we can't still be a little... What did Silvia say? 'Adventurous'."

Sarah fired him a trademark cheeky smile. James toasted her glass in response.

"Quite right."

"Are you alright with it all?" Having sex with only one other woman for the rest of your life?"

James smiled. "I couldn't think of a more wonderful woman to be monogamous with."

"Oh, good answer," Sarah replied, pecking him on the cheek. "But just in case you had anything else to get out of your system, I've laid on a little surprise for you later."

James was genuinely surprised.

"What are you talking about?" 

Sarah smirked. "Oh come on, like I was going to let your little arrangement in the park be the last word. I'd have never heard the end of it. No, no... The final treat has to be from me. And it has to be for you. Send you off from your old life with style..."

James was excited, but bewildered.

"What have you got up your sleeve?" he sighed.

"It's your last few days as a single man. Might as well go out with a bang," she teased.

"Sarah..."

"Stop digging. Lets just say that I didn't just book the one room. I'll be getting an early night while you will be getting a little treat..."

James was intrigued, and incredibly turned on - if Sarah had intended it to crown their exploration of their 'incentive lists' it must be good. But what could it be? James had already ticked off the most notable requests from his list. Sarah knew him too well, and addressed his internal thought process.

"It's nothing you wrote in your list," she said coyly. "Just something I thought you'd like. Consider it my wedding present to you."

She rummaged around in her bag before pulling out a plastic card and pressing it into his hand.

"Room 347. 11:30."

James examined the card key before looking up to be greeted by a mischievous grin.

"Don't be late," she instructed.

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James was preoccupied for the rest of the night. He went through the motions of chatting to family, dancing with friends, and, of course, flirting with his beautiful fiancée, but his mind was fixated on room 347. He had expected to share a night of passion with Sarah later in the evening, but as the older guests started to leave, and the younger ones got progressively more drunk, the time for his 'treat' approached. What was in store for him?

He stared over at her from across the room, imploring with his eyes for her to drop some kind of hint. Upon noticing him, she merely pointed to her watch with a scolding look. Time to go.

For the past couple of hours he had limited his intake of alcohol so as not to dull whatever sensations he was about to feel, but he still felt a little light headed as he found his way to the hotel's lobby and took a lift to the third floor.

The corridor was empty as he approached the room and in the silence he could feel the blood rushing through his skull. He gave a light rap on the door, waited for a brief second, and then inserted the key card. The room was dark, and so he inserted his card into the power slot, instantly lighting up his surroundings. It was a sizeable room, a huge king-sized bed occupying only a fraction of the floor space. And there, positioned centrally between the bed and a full length mirror on the wall, was a massage table. Other than that, the room appeared empty.

James smiled to himself as he approached the table. On it was a small white cotton towel, an envelope and a hand-written note:

UNDRESS AND LIE FACE DOWN WITH THE TOWEL COVERING YOU. WE'LL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY.

The bottom of the page was signed with three imprints of kisses in three separate shades of lipstick. James inspected the envelope, and upon shaking it over the table, three individual foil-packed condoms fell out. James felt his dick twitch. A six-hand massage appeared to be on the cards; one that would no doubt culminate in a very happy ending.

As he removed his clothes and neatly draped them over a nearby chair, his mind raced regarding the identities of his masseuses. Would they be hand-picked professionals? Would James know any of them? Would Sarah be among them? He cheekily rotated the massage table slightly so that the top end was pointing towards the door. His anticipatory erection made lying on the table a little awkward, but after pushing his stiff cock flat up against his pelvis, he was able to get into the designated position. The small towel provided barely covered him, and he felt the cool breeze from the air-conditioner caress the exposed tops of his buttocks. He lifted his head and rested his chin on his hands, staring at the door in anticipation. Who would come through it?

James was kept waiting for what seemed like half an hour but was in fact only 5 or 10 minutes. In that time his erection had subsided, but when the door finally opened, it returned with a vengeance - at least after James had caught his breath and processed the magnitude of what might be about to happen.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he muttered under his breath as the three women entered, each wrapped tightly in large fluffy white hotel robes.

It wasn't that they were all attractive - which they were - or even that he recognised each of them. It was the fact that those three condoms now represented something greater than he could have ever imagined.

Karen, Lucy and Emma: the 'unfuckables'.

He didn't know how Sarah had arranged this, how she had talked them into it, hell, how she even tracked two of them down, but here they were: his three regrets; the three girls James had wished he had fucked but couldn't, or wouldn't, or wasn't allowed.

They lined up before him looking coy but excitable. 

"Comfy?" enquired Karen, her dark eye make-up, slicked back pony tail and bright red lipstick making her look like a sexy extra from a Robert Palmer video.

Of the three, she was perhaps the one that would have required the least persuasion to attend this private party, but James was no less surprised to see her here now. He had last seen her at Sarah's riotous bukkake party during his last days of University. Karen had been the surprise package of the night, inadvertently gate crashing proceedings with James' housemate Helen, but then cheerily stripping off and joining in the group fun without hesitation. James had been struck by her carefree attitude and beautifully-shaped tits, but was only afforded the briefest of fondles before having to attend to his now fiancée. It was at the end of his time in Edinburgh, and he had never met her since. He must have vocalised his regret at not having got to know her any better at least once to Sarah, as she was here now to make up for the missed opportunity. 

Predictably, she was the first to shed her heavy robe. It fell to floor with a dull thud, revealing her pale but beautifully toned body and her ample bust contained within a black silky bra that matched her panties.

"God that thing is hot," she sighed as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Lucy eyed her jiggling ass as she bounced away, before turning back to give James a cheeky wink. Now this was truly forbidden fruit. Sarah's proudly gay friend was no stranger to James and his sexual delectations - she had been involved in a threesome with him and Sarah after all. But there had been a very strict rule that night: no fucking. He had rubbed her and sucked her and even cum over her glorious tits, but her sweet, auburn pussy was a no-go area for James' eager erection. But not tonight, it would appear. Her robe was the next to go, her long flame red curls beautifully complimenting the red lace of her balcony bra and matching French knickers.

"James, James, James..." she theatrically sighed. "How does Sarah talk me into these things?"

"Oh I don't know," countered James as Karen rejoined the group, three bottles of oil in her hands. "Something to do with your assistants?"

Lucy smiled knowingly as she and Karen each approached a side of the table, out of James' field of vision. Which just left him to contemplate the almost incomprehensible presence of Emma.

She hadn't changed a huge amount from their encounter all those years ago. Her brown hair was a lot shorter - almost a bob now - and her face was a little thinner, the puppy fat of adolescence now well and truly gone. Of course back then it had been her on the massage table, tricked into letting James explore her oiled body and her massive, gravity-defying breasts, but soon coaxing him into lewd acts and asking him to take her virginity. He didn't though - he couldn't bear the thought of taking her innocence through such manipulative means - but he had always wondered 'what if?'. 

"This seems vaguely familiar" she said, the hyperactivity of old replaced with a measured confidence. "Only this time you're on the table," she continued, letting her robe slip off her shoulders. "And I might not take 'no' for an answer."

And with that, she let the whole garment fall, revealing a body just as pneumatic and curvy as James had remembered. Her impossibly round breasts were framed perfectly in a white lace bra, her cleavage a perfect meeting of two globes of smooth tanned flesh. She had remained as trim as she was when she was 18, her white thong showing off her impressively long legs. 

She sauntered up to the table with an exaggerated wiggle.

"Head down," she instructed. "Let's loosen you up a little first."

James complied, resting his face over the hole at the head of the table. His view now limited to Emma's dainty feet, he closed his eyes and prepared himself to receive whatever magical treats were sure to be coming his way.

He heard whispering and giggling as the girls secretly conversed. The faintest whiff of alcohol suggested some inhibition-loosening drinks had been consumed prior. The three had obviously got to know each other.

James felt the unctuous coolness of oil being poured on his skin before the recompense of two warming hands on his lower back. They smeared the lubrication around before being joined by another pair, and then finally another pair of oily digits engaged with his shoulders. Such comprehensive contact, despite being of a non-erotic nature, was delicious - knowing these three scantily clad ladies were smoothing his flesh was incredibly stimulating, and he shifted slightly to accommodate the awkwardness of his fully engorged penis.

As he felt the fingers on his shoulders dig gently into his muscles, he opened his eyes to stare at Emma's pretty painted toenails. How had Sarah found her? How had she talked her into this? Was she now aware that their previous encounter had been a set-up? Did she care?

James' analysis if the situation was interrupted by the first segue from the therapeutic to the sensual: one of the hands on his back went south, under the cotton towel, and over his buttocks. After an over-generous distribution of more oil, some firm squeezes sent a frisson of sexual energy through James' body; he felt an uncommon amount of pre-cum escape from the tip of his flattened erection, wetting his stomach.

"Mmm, nice arse," said Karen. Of course it would be Karen.

While she continued her vigorous kneading of James' backside, Lucy whipped off the towel that was now draped over the back of his legs. A click of a bottle lid preceded a squirt of oil which was then followed by a sticky exploration of his thighs. Lucy's fingers stayed purposefully high, dancing around the base of his cheeks and taking deep investigating probes between his legs, caressing his ball sack.




The Incentive List Ch. 08



"Oh Jesus, that's nice," he gasped.

The girls then slowed the progression of their massage, seemingly happy to have reached a teasing sweet spot, his shoulders, arse and thighs receiving lubricated affection for several blissfully uninterrupted minutes.

Lost in a haze of semi-erotic stimulation, James only opened his eyes when he felt Emma's hands finally leaving his shoulders. He looked at the dainty feet, still remaining in position, and assumed she was topping her hands up with oil. But then, thrillingly, he saw her white lace bra fall down onto the floor by her feet. He began to raise his head to get a look, but Emma pushed it back down.

"Not yet," she whispered. "Relax a while first..."

James then heard the familiar sound if more oil being dispensed. But he had a funny feeling it wasn't just being deposited over Emma's hands. Sure enough, seconds later he felt her resume her massage, only this time she wasn't using her fingers.

Her nipples felt hard against his skin, contrasting wonderfully with the soft, oily flesh of her tits. As she swayed them above him, they caressed his back like two warm slippery pillows - it was heaven. With her arms supporting her weight as she gripped the sides of the table, she moved her body across him; left and right, up and down. Her tits smeared the abundance of oil over every inch of his skin. As she pulled away, they traced a path up his back and over his shoulders, before he felt the pendulous beauties straddle each side of his neck and brush past his ears. As much as he desperately wanted to, he followed Emma's instructions and kept his head planted firmly over the hole in the massage table. Her body-to-body technique required her to position herself as close to the table as possible, and her feet were now directly below his face. She said no looking; but nothing about touching.

He slowly but deliberately brought his hands from his sides and blindly reached out in front if him, and sure enough his searching grasp was met by the thong-clad hips of his generously proportioned benefactor. There was no protest as he hooked his thumbs around the elasticated material and gently pulled downwards; indeed, he felt her lean over again giving him another opportunity to feel the delightful sensation of her slippery tits on his skin. Emboldened, he pulled her last shred of clothing sharply downwards, and was relieved to see them land around her ankles. He reached back up again, and quickly found her buttocks, smoothing them over with his fingertips before squeezing them and pulling her in.

"I might ask you to do that to me later," James heard Lucy say. It took him a few seconds to realise he was talking to Emma about her breast massage.

"Can we get him on his back yet?" Karen asked impatiently. "I don't just want to massage his arse all night."

James felt Emma pull away from him and released his embrace of her ass cheeks so she could re-position herself. With his limited field of vision, he saw Emma drop to her knees, exposing her cute, trimmed bush to him. He then felt her breasts resting on either side of his head, their flesh cool against the heat of his ears.

"You can look up now," she whispered.

James obliged, craning his neck up and finding his face enveloped by Emma's huge, sticky mammaries. She giggled and pulled away slightly, giving James a close-up view of her prized assets. No longer the shy freshman from a few years ago, she now evidently knew what an incredible rack she possessed, and was proudly re-acquainting James with its delights. Still gravity defying, still with the dark pink areolas, still as round as cantaloupes. Her nipples were just as generous and puffy as he has remembered. God how often he had wanked off to the memory of these beauties. And here they were, literally being presented for his delectation.

"Remember these?" she sweetly enquired. "I think you quite liked them, didn't you?"

James simply sighed a happy sigh by way of acknowledgement, while the other two girls continued to massage his hind quarters.

"You know you were the first guy to ever touch them," Emma continued. "Certainly the first guy to suck them. And definitely the first guy to put his dick between them."

Her recap was doing little to suppress his orgasmic urges, and James began to grind the table with his pelvis to stimulate himself further.

"I can't give you my virginity anymore, I'm afraid - that's long gone..."

She rose to her feet and took a step back, tracing a finger deductively down her belly and over her wet pussy lips.

"...but I can let you sink your cock as far into my cunt as you can manage. And you can squeeze my lovely tits while you do it. That's be nice too, wouldn't it?"

The filthy display was undermined somewhat by the guffaw from Lucy which triggered Emma herself to collapse into a fit of giggles.

"I know, I'm rubbish at stuff like that," she chortled, before bending over in hysterics. James didn't care, it just caused those mesmerising tits to bounce around even more. 

"Right, on your back!" barked Karen. "Give me something more interesting to massage."

James waited for Emma's jiggling convulsions to abate before slowly rotating his body, his rock hard cock springing into life as he turned.

"Mmm, that's better," said Karen approvingly, and wasted no time in wrapping an oily hand around James' sensitive member. 

James threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to muster the self control to keep his orgasm at bay for as long as possible. But it wasn't easy with Karen's expert manipulations. She slowly but expertly moved her grip up and down his lubricated shaft, taking the time at the peak of each stroke to run her fingertips over the tip of his glans - small delicate circles, stimulating the escape of more pre-cum and lubricating the shiny head of his already maddeningly sensitive erection.

James opened his eyes just in time to see Lucy reach behind her back to disengage the clasp of her bra. She saw him stare and made a show of it, pressing the underwear in place against her chest as the straps fell away and off her shoulders. Karen's hand job picked up pace as Lucy let her bra fall to the floor, her pale protruding breasts and red nipples giving James too much visual stimulation to cope with delaying his fast approaching climax. He scrunched his eyes tight and put all his concentration into staving off an ejaculation, despite Karen's best efforts. His spasming body signalled to everybody how close he was.

"Slow down Karen," Lucy said. "Remember what Sarah told us."

Karen stopped wanking him, but maintained a tight grip around his throbbing cock.

"I know," she sighed. "Shame though... Nothing beats a mouthful of warm cum."

She leaned over and gave his glans a quick, sloppy suck, like a lolly. It slipped out of her wet mouth with a pop.

"And I bet you're ready to fire out a tonne of it, aren't you?"

"I'm really fucking close," James confirmed. "What did Sarah tell you?"

"That we were three people you'd really like to fuck," said Emma.

"And even with your amazing powers of recovery, I think cumming any more than 3 times might be beyond you," said Lucy. "We're all to get a turn, and it's pussies only. So no cum gargling for Karen."

James looked on dumbfounded as he acknowledged the commitment of these three incredibly sexy and compliant girls. How had Sarah convinced them? 

"Actually, if you're really close, do you mind if I go first?" Lucy said, slipping out of her knickers and revealing her neatly trimmed auburn bush.

"Because it won't last as long?" Karen cheekily remarked.

"Of course not!" Lucy protested, but James was pretty sure Karen had hit the nail on the head.

James didn't care. He was going to fuck a beautiful creature that he had always assumed he had no chance of fucking. She had sworn off men for over a decade, and during their only previous sexual encounter, her pussy had well and truly been out-of-bounds to him. 

He had seen plenty of her since - her visits to see him and Sarah almost always culminated in teasing and flirting, admittedly mostly with Sarah. But she had allowed James to look at and fondle her sizeable yet perky breasts on several of those occasions. What she was proposing now, as she demurely climbed on top of the massage table to straddle him, was more than he could ever have dreamed.

She positioned herself just below his proud erection, sitting on the tops of his thighs, giving her an opportunity to examine the foreign appendage she was about to introduce into her body. She moved it around with her fingers in a detached way, like she was examining an ornament on a shelf.

"Do you want to put the condom on for me?" James asked.

Lucy looked at him with more than a hint of surprise.

"Oh James, those were purely symbolic. We know you and Sarah get tested all the time. And thanks to your very thorough fiancée, we have been too."

"That basically means you can squirt your cum inside her," Karen said with breathtaking understatement. 

"Right, let's see if I remember how to do this," Lucy said, shuffling her hips forward slightly before raising up and positioning herself over the cock she had in her hand. "Girls? How about a bit of help to get me through this?"

She extended her left hand outwards looking for something to grasp. Emma answered the call by shimmying up to the side of the table and letting Lucy's searching fingers wrap around one of her breasts. Karen, suddenly realising she was now the most over-dressed, relieved herself of her bra and panties in two swift movements, and took up position on the other side of the table opposite Emma.

God she had nice tits too; they all did, but for very different reasons. Emma's DDs (or thereabouts) for their sheer volume; Lucy's Bs for how the shapely mounds extended so far away from her chest; and Karen's immaculate C-cups, that perfect balance between heft and firmness. James marvelled at the three pairs of amazing tits above him, his appreciation only interrupted by Lucy guiding the tip of his cock over the opening of her pussy.

"There we go," she whispered to herself, before letting a little of her weight fall and allowing James' glans to sink into the delicious warm sanctum that no man had explored in her adult life.

Now that James' cock was in position, she released her grip around his shaft and reached out with her now free hand to engage Karen's breast. Pre-empting James' intentions, Karen and Emma each lifted one of his arms towards their free breasts. After gratefully meeting them with over-eager squeezes, the circle was complete.

"Ready?" said Lucy, sounding genuinely nervous. "Here goes..."

She took all the weight off her legs and let her pelvis press against James' in one slow ecstatic pump of her body. His cock filled her entirely; she was incredibly tight, her moist pussy yielding reluctantly to the invasion. It was bliss.

Lucy, perhaps understandably, was focussing her attention on the topless women she was fondling more than James' intrusion. He couldn't blame her, but it made him want to grind into her even more - he wanted to show her that he could pleasure her as well as any woman. She smiled knowingly as James thrust himself up and down, but rather than get her off, it just seemed to bring his own orgasm closer.

"Squeeze my tits, girls," Lucy said. 

The other two, enthralled by both the show in front of them and the fact their breasts were being massaged by both parties, happily complied.

It was too much for James to be able to hold himself back any longer. His left hand on Karen's tit, his right hand trying to wrestle one of Emma's, the sight of them flicking and pinching at Lucy's rosy nipples, and his cock buried to the hilt inside forbidden fruit. He came hard.

"Ooooooh fuuuuck!!!" he yelled.

Lucy gasped as she received pump after pump of his cum up inside her. With each ejaculate James spasmed and pinched the tits between his fingers. Finally his spasms waned and he stopped his exuberant grinding, giving his cock one final thrust up inside her for luck.

"Oh God that feels weird," said Lucy, laughing nervously before rising up and off of James' spent member. 

As she slipped off of him, the inside of her pussy caressed his cock farewell. Only then did it start to recede in firmness and size.

"How was it?" Karen asked Lucy, seemingly curious what a committed lesbian thought it was like to be penetrated by an eager dick.

"It was fine," sniggered Lucy as Emma helped her off the table and onto a nearby chair.

"Couldn't make you cum though, could I?" lamented James, triggering a laugh from his first conquest of the night.

"I'm afraid not honey," she said. "But, you know, it really wasn't that bad. Nowhere near as awful as I remembered anyway."

"Oh thanks," said James, still flat out on the table. "I'll try to take that as a compliment."

Considering how easily he had seen Lucy achieve orgasm in the past, he couldn't help but feel a little dent to his pride, but he was far from disappointed. Emma wandered back over to the head of the massage table and leaned over James, her face just above his, albeit upside-down.

"Hi," she said sweetly.

"Hi," he replied, still a little short of breath.

She then gave him a short sensual kiss on the lips.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"I didn't get to do it the last time we met. It's only polite, don't you think? To kiss a girl before you fuck her brains out?"

James smiled a dirty expectant smile.

"Dangle your tits in my mouth."

Emma grinned back before leaning over him further, allowing her gorgeous, pendulous boobs to hang above his face. He craned his neck up slightly and met one of her puffy nipples with his tongue. Her tits were still covered in oil, but he didn't care - it was like a taste memory from their last encounter. Last time he only got to push his fingers inside her; this time he was going to give her more. But he needed some time to prepare himself first, his cock only semi-rigid after his recent orgasm.

He got some unexpected help from Karen, who tended to his semi-turgid pride and joy between her fingers with a few playful flicks so that it slapped against his thighs.

Emma lent down further and let James' face get engulfed by her mammaries. He gratefully opened his mouth, reaching up with his hands to grasp her slippery melons and guide them over his lips and tongue.

His cock responded, and Karen helped bring it back to its full majesty by engulfing it in her own appreciative mouth. As she sucked vigorously, James reciprocated on Emma's tits, eliciting grunts and gasps as he engorged her nipples. The sensation of Karen's lips running up and down his shaft was multiplied by her gentle massaging of his balls. She noisily slurped at it, slathering it with her saliva - this was heaven.

"That's it, suck my big tits," Emma encouraged. "Suck my tits and then fuck me. I'm so fucking wet, I want you to fuck me. I'll cum for you... I'll scream if you cum in me."

The filthy words were working; not only could he feel that he was rock hard in Karen's mouth, he was now desperate to admire Emma's tits from a better vantage point - preferably bouncing around her chest while he fucked her.

"Oh my God, what's this?!" Lucy suddenly shrieked. 

Karen broke off her blow job and Emma raised herself up so both could see what the fuss about. James looked over to see Lucy, her feet lifted onto the chair and her legs spread, examining the flood of white goo that was oozing out of her cunt.

"Well where did you think it would go?" laughed Karen, moving in for a closer look.

"Jesus, James, how much did you squirt up there?" Lucy said with mock consternation.

"Fucking hell, that IS loads," agreed Karen before leaping onto the carpet in front of Lucy's spread thighs and shocking everyone else by noisily lapping at the entrance to Lucy's pussy with her tongue.

"Oh my God!" screeched Emma, covering her mouth with both hands in a genuine show of incredulity.

"Mmmmm, got to taste your cum after all, James," said Karen, breaking off her hungry slurps to gather more cum from Lucy's thighs with her fingers. She turned to James, her mouth smeared with his pearlescent deposit and sucked her digits greedily.

"Oh shut up and get back down there," said Lucy, the prospect of an orgasm now suddenly on the cards. 

She pushed Karen's head back between her thighs and threw her hair back as her new best friend continued vacuuming up James' still warm jism from her gushing pussy.

The show Karen was putting on demanded that James stimulate himself. He rose up and swung his legs over the side of the massage table, his eyes fixed on Karen's ass as it pointed in the air, gyrating with each slurp of her mouth. Instinctively he touched himself, his cock still moist from Karen's mouth. After a few rubs, Emma approached him, half - he expected - so that her back was towards the floor show that was making her a little uncomfortable. 

"Let me," she whispered. "You just watch them for a while."

She got on her knees, positioned herself between James' legs, and carried on from where Karen had left off; sinking his cock into her mouth and tickling his balls with her fingertips.

Emma's blow job was more delicate and sensual than Karen's vigorous sucking. Her lips were tight but gentle around the shaft and her tongue danced over his helmet with each draw of her mouth. It was the perfect accompaniment to the incredibly dirty display in front if him. 

Karen had seemingly lapped up the majority of the cum that had escaped between Lucy's thighs and was content to simply flick at her pussy with her tongue. Lucy was tensing with pleasure, her hands smoothing Karen's raven hair. She opened her eyes briefly to see James' gaze fixated on them while Emma's head bobbed up and down over his crotch. She smiled, and enhanced his viewing experience by moving her hands up to her breasts and cupping them for him, before tweaking and massaging her red nipples. Whether purposely or inadvertently, the combination of stimuli triggered her orgasm.

"Nnnnngggg.... Oh yeah... fucking lick me out you gorgeous thing. Ooooooh yessssssss..."

Lucy slammed her thighs together around Karen's head as her torso contorted with pleasure. Emma broke off from tasting James' cock to see the flame-haired beauty cum too. As Lucy's body relaxed, Karen was able to escape from her partner's clench.

"Aw, I was just getting into that," she said, an exaggerated pout on her face.

"We'll then get back in there and do it again," Lucy breathlessly retorted, pulling Karen's head back between her thighs.

Karen dutifully complied, her continued exploration of what must have now been an incredibly sensitive pussy making Lucy bite her lip in anticipation of a multiple orgasm. Karen's ass danced around seductively and both James and Emma looked on enthralled as she reached down to pleasure herself while she licked Lucy out.

"Would sit on the bed and wait for me?" James said to Emma over the loud slurps coming from the tryst in front of them.

"Leaving me till last?" Emma replied, with a hint of disappointment.

"Always save the best until last," James reassured. "It'll last the longest."

Emma gave him a half smile and quickly slipped his cock in and out of her mouth before lifting off her knees and sitting on the end of the bed.

James hopped off the massage table and approached Karen's hypnotic bum, falling to his knees just behind it so that he could line up his erection. He held his cock and pushed his glistening helmet between her exposed labia. Karen's darting fingers caught him by mistake, making James audibly wince, but she rectified the situation by finally keeping her ass still and guiding him into her cunt. He sank his cock in deep, eliciting a muffled groan of approval from Karen who hadn't once pulled away from Lucy's crotch throughout the entire manoeuvre.




The Incentive List Ch. 08



It was an unorthodox spit roast, but a pleasurable one. Lucy, looking down on proceedings from her chair, gave James a cheeky wink before looking down at herself and spitting onto her tits.

"Squeeze them for me," she said.

James reached over the back of the girl he was thrusting into and pawed at Lucy's boobs before getting them under his dexterous command. He ran circles around her nipples with his thumbs and moved the flesh around her chest with just the right level of force. Lucy moaned her approval.

As James' pelvis slammed into Karen's arse, her butt cheeks rippling with each impact, his cock ploughed its way further and further up inside her cunt. She was tighter than he imagined she would be, her lack of sexual inhibitions not apparently having led to an overworked and over stretched pussy. She was incredibly wet, his repeated intrusions displacing copious amounts of clear sticky pleasure that ran between her thighs. He could hear her muffled cries of pleasure as she continued to bury her face into Lucy's crotch. And so it continued for minutes on end; James thrusting into Karen; Karen licking out Lucy; and Lucy happy to receive an energetic tit massage from James; no one wishing to interrupt anyone else's enjoyment. 

James was ready to cum, but was doing everything in his power to hold himself back. A look of almost pained concentration on Lucy's face suggested she was doing the same.

"You on the edge?" asked James.

"Just waiting for one of you two," Lucy confirmed, biting her lip as she struggled to stay in control.

James sped up the rhythm of his animalistic fucking, trying to elicit a response from Karen so that he might get to enjoy a three-way simultaneous orgasm. His wish didn't go unanswered.

Karen suddenly threw her head back and started eliciting high pitched grunts. She took a hand away from one of Lucy's thighs and continued the stimulation by pushing two fingers into where her tongue had just been. 

"I'm cumming," she squealed. "Oh fuck me harder, I'm cumming."

James stopped holding back. With a rough pull on Lucy's pliant breasts, he shouted the arrival of his second ejaculation as he felt Karen's quivering cunt constrict around him. The finger fuck she was receiving, together with James' painful tug on her tits, was enough to tip Lucy over the edge too. She gasped with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as her own juices cascaded out of her, drenching Karen's thrusting hand in the process. James could feel multiple rounds firing out of him, and didn't want all of them to be lost inside her. He pulled out his cock mid-orgasm and watched with perverted joy as a thick rope of his semen landed across Karen's back. Instinctively Karen removed her fingers from Lucy's wet snatch and turned her body to face James' still erupting cock. The propulsive power of his ejaculation unabated, the next release found its way across her right breast as she rubbed herself to milk the maximum amount of pleasure from her climax. Finally, a rather more limp expulsion landed on her toned belly.

Exhausted, James collapsed backwards onto his backside, marvelling at his handy work. Karen took a moment to compose herself before lifting her tarnished breast to her mouth and mopping up his cum with her tongue in a slow, deliberate way, her eyes never averting his gaze.

The room was silent save for heavy breathing, the satisfied peace broken by an impromptu round of applause from Emma, still patiently sitting on the end of the bed and showing her appreciation for the performance. Her breasts wobbled deliciously as she clapped.

"Bravo," she said. "Probably the hottest thing I've seen in my life."

"Probably?" said James.

"OK, definitely. I'm not going to compare very well to that, am I?"

James approached her and touched her face affectionately.

"Don't bet on it," he said. 

He wanted his conquest of Emma to be a little more straightforward... sweeter even. But it would be no less enjoyable for him.

"I need a some recovery time first though. Shower ladies?"

The girls examined themselves; the oil on Emma's tits, and the combination of cum and saliva staining Lucy and Karen, left no one in the room in any doubt that this was a good suggestion. And it would give James a brief respite before calling up his sexual reserves for a third and final performance. And what a significant performance it would be: the last woman he would know carnally before a life of monogamous marriage. He wanted to make it perfect.

Everyone filed into the palatial bathroom with a giggle, eager to get a prime place inside the cubicle. No one was under the impression that turns would be taken - this was going to be a group experience.

The shower space was thankfully vast. Karen made it into the cubicle first and wasted no time in turning on the water and getting it to her perfect temperature. As Lucy, then James, then Emma bundled into the space, it became a little more squashed, but James didn't mind - forced into a tight space with 3 naked women; what was there not to like?

Karen pumped the shower gel dispenser affixed to the bathroom wall and took a generous amount in her hand before lathering herself into a foam. Lucy then took a few squirts into her own hands, but instead of tending to her own sweaty body she joined her friend in massaging the gel across Karen's own body.

"Missed a spot," said Karen, presenting one of her breasts to Lucy. 

Lucy smirked and took a glob of shower gel to her tit, rubbing it into a glistening, foamy delight. James, noticing that Emma was at the periphery of proceedings, put his hands around her hips and manoeuvred her into the path of the shower's stream. She sighed as the hot water hit and he ogled her as the water streamed down from her hair and over shoulders and onto her breasts, focussing around her protruding nipples and streaming down onto the shower floor. His penis was a little sore, but such sights couldn't keep it in a completely relaxed state and it swelled to half capacity. This didn't escape Emma's attention as she reached out to handle his rubbery semi. Her warm fingers caused it to harden even more.

"Sarah wasn't kidding about your endurance," she marvelled, coaxing out a fully hard erection with her fingers.

"Oh James is like a machine," said Lucy, her body now pressed up against Karen's back, her arms wrapped around to access her breasts.

Karen wasn't joining in the conversation - she was too busy fingering herself while Lucy expertly massaged her tits.

Emma, satisfied with her work, let go of James' now solid erection and tended to the last remnants of oil on her body. She then squeezed past James, her breasts brushing against his chest, his cock flicking against her thighs, and hopped out of the shower to find a towel. 

"See you on the bed," she simpered after roughly drying herself and heading back to the bedroom.

As he watched her ass follow her tits out the room his train of thought was interrupted by Karen's moans. He turned to see the couple now out of the shower's stream, Karen vigorously rubbing her clit while Lucy continued to pinch and tweak her moist breasts. James felt an aperitif was in order before he joined Emma in the bedroom. He pulled Lucy's hand away from one of Karen's boobs and forced as much of its flesh into his mouth as he could. He then sucked. Hard. As he felt her nipple engorge against his tongue he flicked at it teasingly. Reaching his hands around the female couple, he found Lucy's ass and gave her buttocks and encouraging squeeze.

"I'm cumming again," Karen declared proudly. "Oh fuck I'm cumming."

James kept the tip of his tongue dancing furiously over her hot swollen nipple as she writhed between her pleasure-givers. As he disengaged his mouth from Karen's sore-looking tit, Lucy's hand gratefully took over again, and she supported her weight as Karen leaned back in satisfied exhaustion.

"Why don't you get started?" Lucy said to James, pointing to the bedroom with her eyes. "We'll be there in a sec."

James, now rock hard and ready for the night's crescendo, dutifully complied. After a quick towel dry he strode into the adjoining room, his cock proudly waving its readiness. He was greeted by the sight of Emma reclining on the huge bed, her massive tits behaving as James remembered - not disappearing under her armpits but somehow miraculously remaining proudly positioned on her chest, round and inviting. She was gently fingering herself as he entered the room, a coy smile matching his own expression of anticipation.

"Was that Karen cumming again?" she asked. 

James nodded in the affirmative.

"Then I'm the only one who hasn't cum yet," she continued in an exaggeratedly upset tone.

"Let's fix that," James said, approaching the bed.

Emma smiled and spread her legs as he neared, showing him in detail what she was doing with her fingertips. Her short painted nails were circling her moist labia, her swollen clitoris forced out from within to receive her delicate touch.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I'm all wet inside. Fuck my wet cunt. Cum inside me."

James' cock twitched at the verbal encouragement. As he approached he could hear the stickiness emanating from her eager snatch. He placed his hands on her knees and used them to support himself as he climbed onto the bed and on top of her. Only then, his face hovering above her's, did she stop masturbating. She smiled, brought her hands up to her breasts, and closed her eyes in anticipation while delicately tweaking her nipples.

James, making an educated guess that she was more than ready to receive him, thrust into her with full force. Emma grunted as she felt him enter her with such ferocity, and her tits collided with each other with the impact of their pelvises. 

"Harder," she said with barely a whisper.

James obliged, slowly pulling his throbbing erection out of her tight pussy, enjoying the feeling of her juices pouring out of her, before slamming into her again with even more vigour. This time, an ecstatic yelp was elicited from her. She let go of her breasts and let them bounce over her rib cage.

"Harder!!" she demanded, this time with more of a shout.

James lifted her legs so that her feet were resting on his shoulders before thrusting into her as deeply and aggressively as he could. He thrust into her again and again, and every time he felt he was pumping into her too hard, the smile on her face would just get bigger and bigger. And of course her tits would dance around her chest even more. James was transfixed by their random movements as he plunged into her over and over, his recent orgasms extending the blissful penetration far longer than he could have managed had he not yet cum. Emma, however, had no such restraints to hold her back. Stretching her arms out to the sides, her face started to contort suggesting a climax was imminent.

Karen and Lucy entered the room, freshly dried and looking for mischief. Still naked, they each sat alongside Emma, one on either side, as she received her violent ploughing. Predictably, Lucy started fondling one of Emma's tits, while Karen simply stared at James' cock as it slid in and out of Emma.

"So hot," she murmured to herself as she watched.

"I'm cumming," Emma cried, her orgasm no doubt precipitated by Lucy's manipulations.

James wasn't ready yet, but was more than happy for Emma to cum alone. He kept up his rhythm as she yelled out, slowing down as she reached the apex, and then gently teasing the inside of her gushing cunt as her joy subsided.

"Oh that was bliss," Emma sighed, utterly spent. "Did you cum?"

"No," said James. "But I think I've got one more in me."

He was still inside her, his stiffness unabated and gently sliding in and out of her. Emma shuddered slightly.

"Too sensitive?" asked James.

"It's fine," she replied. "Keep going. I want you to cum."

"Karen, lie down next to Emma," said Lucy, adopting the same position herself. "Let's help James complete the hat-trick."

As Lucy lay down, she put her arm under Emma's neck and pressed up against her body do that her left breast was touching Emma's right one.

"You do like big tits, don't you James?" Three pairs in a row must surely be a decent stimulus?"

As Karen mirrored Lucy, James indeed was delighted to see the beautiful breasts of his final fuck buddy flanked by two similarly awesome pairs of knockers. He brought Emma's legs down from their elevated position allowing him to reach over and grope the two willing participants. He watched hypnotically as their distinct movements and jiggles affected Emma's own rack, like a Newton's Cradle of boobs. 

How cruel - six amazing tits, only one pair of hands! 

As he molested all of them as best he could, moving from breast to breast, from girl to girl, he renewed his pumping exploration of Emma's pussy. She was definitely over-sensitive down there judging by the slight discomfort on her face, but she didn't stop him, and he wouldn't have been able to anyway. Lucy was staring up at him with a seductive pout, and Karen was fingering herself with speedy efficiency. All the while, their tits in his hands. All three gorgeous girls - girls that until an hour ago he would have had no reason to expect to ever be this intimate with - and here they were: lined up for him, giving themselves to him. How could he not cum?

As he fired his last reserves up into Emma's pussy, he understood exactly what Sarah had done for him... had done for them. Ever since organising Sarah's rape fantasy, he had seen a decline in her desire to push the sexual envelope outside of their own relationship. She was sated, she had said. She had experienced her ultimate fantasy. Now she just wanted James. 

As he slid out of Emma, exhausted; as he squeezed the girls' tits affectionately for the final time; he realised why a monogamous married life with Sarah was going to be just fine. After all, what could possibly top this?

"Don't you want to do anything else?" asked Karen. 

James smiled as he gathered his clothes and pondered the contents of that list he wrote all those years ago.

"Do you know what? I really don't think I do."



The Incentive List



The hard work was paying off; although not a complete turnaround, he was getting better. He was performing better in class and it wasn't escaping the attention of Mrs Parsons; indeed, one exchange gave James the biggest hope yet that his fantasies may come true. Ever since his proposal the two of them had kept a hesitant distance. For James it was a combination of embarrassment -- both at what he had done and also because it had revealed his sexual feelings for his teacher -- and fear; fear that if he spent time alone with her or became too familiar with her, that she would state categorically that this unspoken deal would never be fulfilled. James had speculated why Mrs Parsons had been equally distant with him, but couldn't decide the true reason. Was she simply embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Had her opinion of him plummeted to the extent that she didn't want to engage with him any more? Surely not the latter -- she still greeted his gaze with warm smiles and encouraging words. But the friendly banter was gone. Until the final lesson of the term. Mrs Parsons was prepping her students on the oral part of the exam which was going to be conducted by an external adjudicator. She was privately spending 10 minutes at a time with each student in the language lab, getting them to answer questions about the book they would talking about in the examination.

James did fairly well, and any semi-decent articulation that came out of his mouth seemed to delight and embarrass Mrs Parsons with equal measure. Maybe he was overanalysing, but James felt as if the better he did, the higher on his incentive list she was imagining, and the thoughts were making her blush. Their final exchange of term made James' heart almost burst through his sternum. As he was rising from his seat to fetch the next student from the classroom, Mrs Parsons leaned over to pick some of her notes off the floor. As she sat back upright, her blouse gaped open and James couldn't help but look at the cleavage that was presented. Mrs Parsons seemed to sense this and looked up to catch James in the act. She pressed the blouse flat against her to protect her modesty, and then, casual as you like, said:

"You haven't got the grades yet, James."

The exams came and went. James felt he had done well, but the countdown to results day was unbearable. He had been pleasuring himself with thoughts of Mrs Parsons on an almost daily basis, but in a ridiculously optimistic move had decided to abstain four days before the results were due. He wanted to be 'fresh' and at maximal horniness -- just in case. On the day the results were published, they were available via a phone call or could be seen pinned up on the boards at school. James arrived at school having already phoned to find out his results. His parents were thrilled and delighted with the two 'A's and the 'B' he got in his core subjects -- and of course, so was he -- but the real delight came with his 'C' in French. Or as James liked to think of it, the remote possibility that Mrs Parsons would let him squeeze and suck her breasts.

All the teachers were present. It wasn't an official school day -- the term had ended over a week ago -- and there was a casual air about the place. Teachers renowned for their fearsomeness were laid back and chatty, congratulating and commiserating with equal geniality. Judging by some of the good nature -- and the smell on their breath - there was obviously also some early tipples being shared in the staff room. Many were also dressed down compared to how they would be at term time, including Mrs Parsons. She was wearing skinny jeans and a loose tartan chequered shirt. When James first clocked her she was already staring at him coyly. She was listening to Mr Morris, a chemistry teacher, but her eyes were firmly on James. And so he approached. Mr Morris saw his approach and changed his conversation appropriately.

"And how did we do? Get the grades we needed?"

"Er, yes," James replied, but with his eyes firmly on Mrs Parson's increasingly reddening face. "Got accepted into Edinburgh. Two 'A's and a 'B'. Exactly what I needed."

"Well done, splendid news."

"Can I borrow Mrs Parsons for a minute please?"

"Of course you can. Well done again."

James and Mrs Parsons watched him walk away, each waiting for the other to talk. James' heart was beating so fast it was bordering on medically unsound. His throat was dry as he turned to his teacher. She smelled of fruity perfume and her lips were cherry red, the casual nature of the day allowing her to wear a more sensual shade of lipstick than she would at work. Or was she wearing it for James?

"James congratulations. But as you probably guessed, it's not going to happen."

Apparently not. James felt so crushed he almost felt like crying. And the disappointment must have been plain to see, as Mrs Parsons let out a pitying groan of sympathy and looked at him like he was a lost puppy.

"Oh James, you must have known none of that could ever happen? Didn't you?"

"Yeah I guess," he finally sighed after a deep breath. "I thought maybe there was a tiny chance. I wouldn't have worked so hard otherwise."

Mrs Parsons checked around her to make sure no one else was in earshot. "I'm so flattered that I could make you work so hard, and you've really outdone yourself. That 'C' grade is amazing for someone who doesn't have an aptitude for languages. You should be really proud of yourself. That's worth a lot more than anything on that list. And trust me, you'll have plenty of opportunity to tick off those items at university."

James shook his head. "Well, it wasn't the acts so much as the person."

And with that, he surprised himself by embracing his teacher, taking in her aroma one more time, and then walking away, utterly depressed. 

"Goodbye Mrs Parsons. Thanks for everything."

As James reached the main entrance, his head full of regrets and what-could-have-beens, he was greeted by a sight that was the perfectly rancid topping to his overwhelming disappointment: Giles Mason came revving into the school car park with his brand new Jag. It even had a personalised number plate. As students and sycophants gathered around the shiny new car, and Giles basked in the glory of his reward, James felt physically ill. It was at that precise moment that he felt a soft hand on his shoulder and a husky whisper in his ear.

"Meet me at the Sports Hall in 15 minutes."

By the time he turned around, she was already walking off. As he watched Mrs Parsons' pert bottom wiggle off into the distance, James felt an erection take shape in his pants. He re-adjusted himself, and headed back into the school building to find a chair to collapse in. He was shaking. What did she want to meet him for? Surely it must be to do with the list? The sports hall was a separate building on the grounds, far away from the where the rest of the teachers and students were currently buzzing. Was she going to fulfil any of it? Was he going to see her topless? Touch her? Kiss her?

He had to stop himself thinking about it. The more he did, the harder he got, and he needed to be in a non-aroused state to complete the journey in 5 minutes. He re-adjusted his trousers again, waited for himself to soften just enough for it not to be noticeable, and headed to the sports hall.

When he got there, Mrs Parsons was inside by the front door looking out. As James got nearer he saw her check the immediate surroundings. James did the same and was confident that no one was around to see him enter. As he opened the door, he could see that his hand was trembling. Mrs Parsons locked the door behind him.

"I've got a key so that I can use the changing rooms when I do my running. Follow me."

She was speaking very calmly in a matter-of-fact manner. James obediently followed her up the stairs and to the first floor where the gym and changing rooms were. He had walked past the women's changing room many times, and thought it strange for a boy's school to have such a thing. It hadn't occurred to him that female members of staff could use it. Mrs Parsons led him inside and after closing the door behind them, locked it. A lock was something the male changing rooms lacked, but he could see the logic of having one here. 

The changing room was a tiny version of the men's: surrounded by hooks and benches with a small walk-in shower section. There was also a pile of stackable plastic chairs. Mrs Parsons took the top chair and placed it in the centre of the room.

"Sit down James."

James obeyed, his mouth almost completely dry. There now was no doubt -- she was going to reward him with something. But how far was she going to go? Then, to James' delight, she pulled out a familiar piece of paper from her back jeans pocket. She unfolded it and stared at its contents.

"So, young man," she purred in a deliberately sensual way. "These seem to be on a sliding scale of naughtiness. Was the idea that we start at the lowest grade and work our way up to the grade you achieved?" 

She looked at him with mock ignorance. James nodded. Mrs Parsons let out a teasing cackle.

"Oh your face is an absolute picture. You look terrified James. This is meant to be something you wanted, remember?"

"It is. It really, really is."

"Well try to look a little happier then. Right, first off it says that you should be allowed to play with my breasts through my clothes."

Mrs Parsons walked slowly towards James' seat and fixed him with the naughtiest stare, almost as if she was daring him. She leaned over, presenting the two ample mounds under her shirt to him. 

"Go on then."

James didn't need any further encouragement. He reached up and immediately put both hands where he had fantasised for years and years. He was surprised by their firmness. He had never touched a breast before, and had imagined that they would be softer and lighter, but the structures he had in his grasp right now were far heavier than he had anticipated, like water balloons filled to capacity. He squeezed hard and was fascinated with how they yielded, and how pliant they were, even through the layers of material. James' erection was now unbearably hard, and its position in his pants was making the experience a little uncomfortable, but he didn't care. He was squeezing Mrs Parson's boobs! He pushed them up towards her chin, which caught her off guard and made her giggle after a squeak of surprise. He then pushed them both together, forming a large cleavage line that he could see through the gape of her shirt. It also revealed the black lace of her bra -- a particularly sensual one, James felt, from the small glimpses he was getting.

"Would you like to see them?"

James was dumbstruck into silence, barely managing a nod. Mrs Parsons took a few steps back, leaving James' outstretched hands cupping the air. With a pang of embarrassment he put his hands down on his lap and took the opportunity to readjust himself again, allowing his erection to lie comfortably in his pants. He could feel the pre-cum oozing out onto his thigh, and became a little self conscious as he realised that a patch of dampness would probably show through his beige trousers. Within seconds, though, his mind was occupied elsewhere. 

Mrs Parsons was slowly unbuttoning her shirt, looking down at her wares and occasionally looking up to amuse herself at James' no-doubt dumbstruck expression. As each button was freed, more and more of her amazing cleavage was revealed. The bra was framing her breasts in the best possible way, and James couldn't believe how large and round and smooth the circles of flesh were. As she administered to the final button, James could see how amazing her body was. She was so slim and toned with not an ounce of excess fat on her. Her stomach was flat and her belly button a perfect round hole. It was a svelte form that only served to further accentuate the largeness of her breasts. Breasts that James was about to see. He held his breath as Mrs Parson reached around her back to unclasp the luxurious lacy bra she was wearing. As the support of the bra vanished, James could see her tits fall ever so slightly with gravity, but they were still firm enough to keep their round shape. The back strap of the bra hung at her sides, and James could see the fleshy curves of the bottom of her breasts showing through as they freed themselves from the cups.

Mrs Parsons put her thumbs underneath the shoulder straps, but before she removed the garment completely, she gave James a coy look.

"Are you sure you want to see them?"

"Yes."

"Ask me then."

"What?"

"Ask me if you can see them."

"Mrs Parsons, can you please show me your tits."

"Sure."

And with that she yanked at the shoulder straps and the bra fell to the changing room floor. Finally exposed, her large, pendulous, yet still round breasts bobbed into their freed position. They were the same porcelain colour as the rest of her body except for the pink of her perfect, small nipples. James felt more pre-cum seep out of his penis. He knew that the slightest rub would cause him to cum almost immediately. Mrs Parsons wasn't helping with his restraint as she traced a finger up from the belt buckle of her jeans, between her hanging breasts, and then across to her left nipple, which James could see was reacting to her touch, hardening in front of his very eyes. Her areola were medium sized and surrounded by several prominent goose bumps. Her nipples were protruding proudly, with a rough texture of pink skin that James wanted to desperately touch.

"Do you like them?" she whispered. James nodded manically in agreement. "Do you want to touch them again?"

This time she didn't even wait for an affirmative signal from James. She simply took a few steps forward and lent over him, her breasts swinging invitingly just inches from his face. He reached up and took them in his grasp. They were so warm, so heavy, so beautiful. He instinctively placed his thumbs on each nipple and rubbed them in small circles, feeling their hardness. This was the first time that he heard a noise come from Mrs Parsons, a seemingly satisfied sigh as James continued to massage her erect nipples. All the while he was experimenting with the weight of the breasts he now had unencumbered in his hands, pushing them up slightly and noting how they changed shape as he did so. He spread his fingers exploring around the sides, stroking every inch, hungry to traverse every single part of them with his touch. He stopped making circles with his thumbs and pushed them into the firm but yielding structures, eliciting a hushed yelp from his teacher.

"Sorry," he offered.

"It's okay, you can be pretty rough with them. It feels nice when you squeeze them."

James complied and moved his thumbs to the underside of her cleavage, giving each breast a sharp squeeze. Mrs Parsons moaned in response.

"What does a 'C' get you?" she whispered.

"I get to use my mouth."

"Go on then."

For this, James was a little more tentative. Squeezing her tits had presented two engorged targets for him to experiment with. He started by craning his neck forward and greeting a now bullet hard nipple in front of him with the tip of his tongue. He flicked at it a few times before pursing his lips and taking it into his mouth with a kiss. Again, another approving moan from Mrs Parsons. Buoyed by the response, James turned his attention to the breast in his other hand, this time taking a much larger amount into his mouth and sucking gently, rubbing the base of his tongue against the nipple as he did so. He removed it from his mouth with a loud slurp and stared at the glistening tit he had molested, wet with his own saliva.

Mrs Parsons pulled away, straightening her back. 'That was it', James thought. It was more than he could have ever dreamed of, but that was as much as he was getting. He marvelled at her amazing tits for what he thought would be the final time, wishing he had applied himself in his studies even further. Wishing he had got an 'A'.

"Sorry James, my back's killing me" she simpered, before planting herself on his lap, straddling the amazed youth, her face looking down with a smile, her jeans-laden crotch now squashing James' already sensitive erection, and her hanging breasts just a hairs breadth from his face. 

"That's better."

James reached around and placed his hands on her warm back just below her shoulder blades, pulling her chest towards him. He nuzzled her cleavage, moving his face from side to side as her nipples flicked across his chin and lips. He then started lapping at her tits with his tongue, taking several long licks up from the curved base of her fleshy pillows, across the nipples, and up towards her neck. With each stroke of the tongue Mrs Parsons flexed her buttocks slightly, a tension that transferred directly to his throbbing cock. He flexed the base of his penis, hoping that she would feel it through her jeans. He wanted her to know how hard she was making him.

She leant over to speak softly in his ear.

"Are you feeling a bit constricted down there?"

"Slightly."

"Let's free you up a bit, then."

She dismounted him and playfully walked around behind the chair, circling him. As she did she brushed her tits against the back of his head. He could feel the still hard nipples boring through his hair to touch his scalp. 

"I used to do that in class sometimes, didn't I?"

"Yeah."

"Shall I tell you a secret?"

"Sure."

She leant in again to whisper in his ear. "It was always on purpose."

And with that she went down on her knees, pushing James' legs apart so that she could position herself right in front of his crotch. She pulled down the zipper on his trousers, revealing the pre-cum soaked material of his underwear.

"What a mess James. You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

James nodded and then had to steel himself as Mrs Parsons ran a delicate finger over the moist material that covered his sensitive erection. Even more pre-cum released, and James was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself cumming for much longer. To speed up whatever was about to happen, he feverishly grasped at his belt, and pulled it open together with the top button. Mrs Parsons did the rest, pulling the trousers apart to reveal a moist tent of fabric. Again, more pre-cum, this time it could be seen making a dark glistening spot on his briefs, revealing the location of the tip of his penis underneath. 

Mrs Parsons examined the sight in front of her for a few seconds, then placed a delicate finger where the pre-cum was oozing. James shuddered at the touch. As she lifted the finger away, a thread of clear sticky liquid came with it. Mrs Parsons cheekily looked up at James and without looking away put the finger in her mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. She then pulled the top of his briefs down and over the top of his penis, his rock hard erection springing into position, slapping against his stomach as it pointed skyward. Then Mrs Parsons started teasing. She retrieved the list from the floor and looked at it with mock consternation.

"Wait a minute, this was only meant to be if you got an 'A'." She looked at him with a half smile. "You didn't get an 'A' did you?"

James shook his head. Was she really going to be this cruel?

"Well I don't think we should go any further then, should we?" She folded her arms, covering her breasts with faux modesty. 

"I'd really like it if we did," James offered in a creaking voice. Mrs Parsons again fired a cheeky smile at him.

"Well, you'll have to ask nicely."

"Can we carry on please?"

"Use my name."

"Can we carry on please, Mrs Parsons?" 

"What do you want me to do?"

James swallowed hard. She seemed to like him talking dirty to her. "Can you wrap your tits around my cock and wank me off with them?"

"James!" she gasped with mock indignation. "Are you asking me to tit fuck you?"




The Incentive List



She unfolded her arms revealing her breasts again, cupping one of them with her hand.

"You want me to push your cock between my tits, and make you cum?" she continued.

"Yes please," James croaked.

Mrs Parsons smiled and duly complied. She leaned as far forward as she could, he knees under James' chair, and lowered her pendulous tits towards his cock. James leaned back as far as the plastic moulded seat allowed him to create a little space between his cock and his stomach, pushing his butt forward so that he was teetering on the edge. The first time he felt Mrs Parsons tits rubbing against the sides of his erection was almost too much. It took an incredible amount of control to stop himself cumming, and he let out an anguished grunt. His cock was so moist with pre-cum that her tits slid effortlessly around it, and the steady flow of this translucent appreciation was also lubricating her cleavage. James could feel her hard nipples grazing across the tops of his thighs as she swayed her incredible mammaries around his erection, before squeezing them together, trapping James' cock between her tits. She slowly massaged them up and down, the friction running down the entire length of his shaft. James wasn't going to be able to last long. 

"That's incredible," he offered, encouraging her not to stop. Instead, her rhythm got faster, as she pumped James cock with her increasingly moist tits. She slowed down to a stop and then did something that erased any and all control that James was mustering. She craned her neck down, pushed her tongue delicately out of her mouth, and with both tits still enveloping the majority of his cock, greeted the very tip with her tongue. The sensation was too much, and James came immediately.

The first ejaculate caught Mrs Parsons by surprise. She squealed with shock as a fast, heavy jet of warm pearlescence fired up into her face. She caught it square, a line of cum running vertically from her forehead, down the side of her nose, and dripping onto her chin. Skilfully she took control to direct the next few spurts. James looked in open mouthed awe as she pulled his cock out from the comfort of her breasts and pointed it directly towards her mouth. A second more powerful jet of cum fired towards her open lips. The majority of it was caught, but a fair bit missed, adding to her already messy chin. Next she reared up slightly, bringing her tits again dangling above James' crotch. As she adjusted her position a third ejaculation spurted high into the air, missing her body, falling back down onto the bottom of James' shirt. However, she was ready for the forth. It wasn't as powerful as those that preceded it, but it still had enough force to fire across her right breast as she intended, the cum covering an area just above her nipple. She then aimed his cock at her left breast, but the power had left the ejaculation, his white goo erupting from the shaft without any propulsion. Mrs Parsons compensated by leaning in again, letting her dangling left tit mop up the globules of cum that were gently erupting from the top of James' cock. 

James was exhausted by such a powerful ejaculation. Mrs Parsons leaned back, still on her knees and gave James an embarrassed smile. She looked down at her tits decorated in James' cum, causing the pearly mess on her chin to drip down onto her. She scooped it up with her right hand and massaged it into her left breast -- the one that had received less of James' appreciation. As it turned into its tacky white state, she pinched her nipple, covering it completely in James' juice. She wiped her chin, gathering what cum was left in her fingers and then put her hand to her mouth, lapping up the sticky fluid.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. James couldn't believe it. She was absolutely filthy!

There was a mutual silence as they both stared at each other for a while, taking in each other's vulnerable semi-nudity. Eventually James spoke:

"Why did you do that for me?"

Mrs Parsons considered her answer, going from playful and coy to serious and contemplative. "Because I wanted to. You've got your fantasies, and I've got mine."

"But earlier you said..."

"Earlier, I chickened out. I took seeing that prick in his new car to realise that you deserved a treat for all the work you've done. And I deserved a treat too."

A thought suddenly came to James and without considering it, he just blurted it out.

"Are you going to tell Mr Parsons about this?"

Mrs Parsons looked confused and then burst out into fits of hysterics. She got up off her knees and leant towards James, kissing him with cum-soaked lips on his forehead.

"Oh James," she giggled. "There is no Mr Parsons. I'm MISS Parsons. Just didn't want to join a boys school being perceived as a single lady."

She stood up straight, the sexual playfulness now ebbing away. "Now then, I'm glad I picked the changing room. I need a shower. And so do you, come to that."

Mrs Parsons (James couldn't think of her any other way despite what she had just told him) turned her back on him and walked towards a bench. For the first time, James noticed that she had a sports bag and with her, presumably left here for when she fancied a run. James sat mesmerised as he observed the woman who had just mopped up his cum with her tits. 

With her back still facing him, she kicked off her shoes, unbuckled her belt, popped a couple of buttons and slid her skinny jeans down towards her ankles, bending over as she did so, her ass pointing purposefully into the air. James may have been obsessed by tits, but even he could appreciate her small firm buttocks and her slim legs. Her rear was covered by pretty lace briefs, but he didn't have long to appreciate them, as they were hurriedly dropped to the ankles too. 

Mrs Parsons daintily stepped out of the pile of denim and lace and then turned to present her fully naked body to James. She had a small triangle of golden brown hair headlining her delicate pussy. If James had been experienced in such things, he would have known that the fact her labia were incredibly engorged was a sign of sexual arousal. He just thought the pinky red lips were the vagina's natural state -- he had never seen one after all. Her torso was still glistening from the cum, and the sight of his teacher fully naked and covered with the remnants of his ejaculation was making him hard yet again. Mrs Parsons seemed impressed.

"That's the great thing about boys your age," she said walking towards him, her breasts swaying with her exaggerated stride. "Always ready."

She gave James' new erection a light flick with her finger, and watched it spring back and forth before heading into the shower room with a fruity giggle. James watched her disappear around a corner and then heard the water begin to flow. He quickly pulled his trousers and underwear down by his ankles and seethed with frustration as he realised his shoes were preventing their easy removal. Eventually he got them off, and quickly disposed of his shoes and socks. His shirt swiftly followed, and he headed into the accumulating steam of the shower room.

Mrs Parsons stood underneath a shower head spraying piping hot water over her. Her back was to James, but she turned as he heard him approach, rinsing her hair with both her hands as she did so. Lifting her arms up was changing the shape of her breasts again, causing them to protrude even more. As the water flowed down her body, some of it was diverted across her smooth tits and trickled off her nipples. The cum had been rinsed off her body, but the wet glistening skin made her look just as sexy. 

James wasn't sure how to proceed. Was that the end of their intimacy? Or was her invitation to shower a hint that she was happy for his experimentation with her body to continue? It then occurred to him that while he had just experienced the strongest orgasm of his life, Mrs Parsons hadn't even touched herself. Did she want to? If this was one of her fantasies as well, surely she would want to be pleasured too? James tried to gauge the situation with an intimate line of questioning.

"How large are your tits Mrs Parsons?"

She smirked at his directness, then cupped her assets.

"32D," she declared, proudly. She then turned around, rubbing them cleaner under the water. 

She looked behind her and nodded towards James stiff erection. "How big are you? You must have measured."

"About six and half inches," he confirmed. "Is that OK?"

"More than enough," she cooed, turning back away from him.

James decided to be bold. He approached her from behind and placed his hands on her buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze. Mrs Parsons didn't react. Encouraged, James got right under the shower with her and brought his hands round to her front, smoothing his palms over the top of her thighs and up to her pubic hair. Getting so close was also causing his cock to prod clumsily at her ass.

"Haven't you had enough treats for today?" she said with a husky tease.

James was short, but without her heels, Mrs Parsons stood an inch or so below him, and with his slight height advantage he could angle his head over her shoulder and look down onto her body. Seeing her tits this close again caused his cock to stiffen to its full potential; the sharp upwards motion of his erection causing it to bury itself deep into her ass cheeks. She gasped in response. He brought his hands back up towards her tits and squeezed and rubbed them enthusiastically, pinching her nipples between his fingers while nuzzling her neck. She responded by reaching behind her and softly grabbing his cock, guiding it away from her ass and pushing it between her thighs. She stood on tiptoe to allow his erection to slide underneath her crotch without crushing it. His shaft was pushing up flat between her legs, parting her labia.

James was suddenly aware of how moist her cunt was. He could feel the difference between the thin water from the shower and the silky thickness of the juices she was producing. Mrs Parsons moved her pelvis back and forth, allowing the surface of James' cock to be completely enveloped by her moist cunt. This was obviously hitting a certain spot, as she started to groan with satisfaction and her breathing accelerated. 

James tried to improve the sensation by thrusting his pelvis backwards and forwards too; although his cock was being forced flat at an unnatural angle, the discomfort was outweighed by the clear pleasure this activity was bringing her. Her ankles apparently tired, she suddenly dropped to the balls of her feet, forcing James' erection down and making him audibly wince. With a hushed apology, Mrs Parsons reached behind her and took James' cock authoritatively in her hand. With a brief tip toe and some careful manipulation, she guided it into her tight silky cunt. The incredible sensation James felt at entering his teacher was mirrored by the loudest moan of ecstasy yet from Mrs Parsons -- in fact it was more like a shout. The manoeuvring had forced the couple out of the shower's stream and James could fully appreciate the moisture being produced by her own body. As he tentatively thrust up and down, trying to get the whole of his cock inside her with each push, he could feel the sheer volume of velvety juice ooze from her, the sound of the shower barely drowning out the noise of sticky lubrication as he fucked Mrs Parsons from behind. 

The feeling was incredible, and James was glad he had only recently cum, because he could feel himself close to climax already, and without his previous ejaculation, this would have been the shortest of new experiences. Instead he could concentrate on what he was doing and enjoy every thrust of his cock. Mrs Parsons certainly seemed to be enjoying it. She was now vocal with every push into her, going from high pitched grunts to long and drawn out moans depending on how much of James' erection he was managing to bury inside her. All the while, her tits were getting constant attention, her nipples frequently pinched between James' thumb and finger, the breasts squeezed in rhythm with the thrusts. Then she started talking -- or rather shouting:

"Oh James fuck me. Fuck me harder. Keep going James, keep pushing your cock into me. Oh God, you're going to make me cum James. I'm your teacher and you're going to make me cum."

James enjoyed the filthy language coming out of her mouth, and was quickly realising that it was the scenario as much as the physical action that was getting her off. This may have been James' fantasy, but it was clearly hers as well. James decided to see if he could add to it.

"Am I doing it right, Mrs Parsons?" he asked with mock subservience. "You're a really good teacher. I'm learning so much. We should do this after class every week. You should give me a detention so you can ask me to fuck you. You can..."

James didn't get to finish his line because Mrs Parsons let out what he assumed was an orgasmic cry of pleasure. Her pelvic muscles began to spasm and she reached behind, grabbing James' arse to pull him hard into her, forcing his cock to fill her flexing cunt. As she let out an elongated sigh of pleasure, she suddenly gasped. She slid herself off of James' still throbbing cock and turned to him with a slight look of panic. "Did you cum in me?"

She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure, she didn't even know if James had climaxed too.

"No," he replied, softly.

"Oh good," she sighed with relief, then fired him another naughty look. "Do you want to cum again?"

"Definitely."

She smiled and kneeled down in front of him. This time she took a little time to examine his cock, exploring it with her fingers and even stroking his balls. It twitched in response. It was still moist with her juices, and her fingers slid effortlessly around the shaft and the tip. James thought the sensation was maddening, like a wonderful itch that needed scratching. 

Mrs Parsons then grabbed the shaft firmly and lent in, pulling the tip towards her mouth. She circled his oozing cock around her lips, as if she was applying lipstick, and then took his helmet fully in her mouth. She sucked gently at first, her tongue masterfully massaging the underside, then, taking more of James' erection into her mouth, she was more forceful, causing James to moan with pleasure. With a firm grip still on the base of his shaft, she started squeezing and slightly pumping his cock, all the while moving her lips and tongue expertly around the top of his penis. 

James could feel a second orgasm approaching and warned Mrs Parsons. Rather than remove his cock from her mouth, she simply jerked him harder, using more of his cock with her hand and just keeping the very tip inside her pursed lips. The sudden change in rhythm meant James couldn't hold back any longer. He felt his cock contract strongly about five times. He initially had no idea how much cum he had produced, because Mrs Parsons had received all of it inside her mouth, her lips so tightly wrapped around the tip of his cock, that none of it escaped. She removed his still hard erection from her lips and, with her mouth still tightly shut, stood up. She slowly and purposely slid up against his body as she raised herself -- first her tits brushed against his protruding cock, then his belly, then, eventually they were pushed up against his chest. Her face met his, only inches apart. It was expressionless -- James didn't know why. Then she opened her mouth to reveal all of James cum that he had deposited there, her tongue surrounded by a pool of thick white semen. Then she closed her mouth and made an exaggerated swallow, opening it again revealing it to be empty. 

"You are so dirty," James gasped with admiration.

"Thank you," came the giggled response.

James looked down at her moist naked body, the incredible tits, and his slowly receding erection. "What do we do now?"

"Well hopefully, we remember this for many years to come."

James couldn't contain his gratitude. 

"Mrs Parsons... Thank you. Really, really thank you. "

As she walked out if the shower room to dry and fetch her clothes, she stopped and turned to him with a warm smile. 

"Sarah," she offered. "My name's Sarah."

It wouldn't be the first time that Sarah made James' fantasies come true. 

To be continued...