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Bad

By: Quin



"So – What do you think?" said the man behind the desk, "I can phone the police and you can take what's coming to you – or you both can avoid going to prison and we'll do it another way. Although I must warn you – there was a lot of money involved so it could take quite a while for you to pay it back." 

Steve looked across at his wife –both were at a loss for words. They were in an awful mess and couldn't see a way out. Over the last year the couple had embezzled a lot of money from the company that they both worked for. Now, having been caught here they were, sat in the office of the company's founder with his two accountants, his lawyer and his secretary. It was only yesterday that they had been confronted and had resigned their-selves to being put under arrest and the shame of having to tell their only daughter that most likely they would be going to prison - and to expect the resulting scandal. 

"We can pay most of it back straight away," said the wife Linda, "Most of it's still in our reach and we will sign our property over to you to make up the shortfall."

"That's not what I meant," snapped the boss sneering with contempt. "You think it's that simple, do you? Just because you happen to have been caught you think you can simply give it back as though it was a game. No, you will have to pay for your crime and for having the audacity to think you could fool me."

Looking around the room Steve saw the others smirking with self-satisfaction, enjoying the plight. They all had a reputation for being evil and nasty, including the boss's secretary who was just a girl in her mid twenties.

"Can you tell us what the alternative is to calling the police? We can't work without wages can we – it would be a bit obvious when we are dying of starvation?" Steve said.

"First of all," said the boss slowly, "Let me remind you that you can't afford to be sarcastic and arrogant. I could have you both taken to a far away place and nailed to a tree. Or maybe you'd like to take a closer look at how my men lay concrete. How would you like to become part of a bridge?"

Usually Steve would have laughed at such "tough-guy" claims – but he knew now that this particular man was capable of carrying out his threats. No one was laughing – the situation was serious.

"Sorry," he said meekly, "What are the alternatives?"

The man gave an evil smile and told Steve's wife to stand up. She obeyed and looked confused.

"You're not a bad looking woman, are you? Maybe you could help keep me amused whilst I think of an appropriate solution. I like to watch people being amusing and playing games. Or maybe you could help entertain my friends and clients. My accountants here tell me it must have been you that "cooked the books" – you must have been the brains behind the operation. It's only right that if I punish you myself that you should have to do most of the work."

He laughed and the others joined in giving each other knowing looks. "That's very fair and reasonable of you boss," said one of the accountants in a mocking voice.

"Right! Tell you what we'll do. Sleep on it and let me know tomorrow. Option one. Police – and all that it entails – go before the courts - do your time. Option two. You pay back everything you can – and sign your house over to me – and then you submit yourselves to whatever punishment I think fit. But should you try to fool me again it will be the last thing you ever do. Understand me?"

The couple nodded and rose to leave.

"Yeah! That's it – get out!" They hurried away as quickly as they could. 

They certainly didn't watch any TV that evening. Thinking things over silently and independently it was a long time before any of them spoke.

"So what do you think?" Steve asked his wife. "It's clear that if we take our punishment from him it will include you giving sexual favours. We lose the house and everything. And who knows how long it will go on for? But he must have something else planned for us."

Linda looked up and offered her thoughts. "I don't think we have much choice have we? If we have a way of avoiding prison I think we should take it. It was peanuts to him but a lot of money to us and in the eyes of the law – we could go down for a long time – and after his lawyers have finished with us we would still lose everything. Not to mention that when we came out of jail no one would ever offer us a decent job. We might as well take his punishment – at least we stay out of jail. Giving him sex is not a big deal anyway."

Everyone knew that amongst the boss's acquaintances' there was a little clique of people that indulged in swapping and sex parties. Some of it was supposed to be quite kinky but a lot was exaggerated. The more that Steve thought about it, if his bosses friends did it for pleasure, making his wife do it would be quite an easy punishment. Though he wasn't sure how he'd feel knowing that his wife was having sex with someone else. It would feel weird – and maybe he'd be jealous – but he thought – an easy cross to bear.

"How would you feel letting another man use you as a sex toy?" he asked her.

"I could live with it," she answered without hesitation. The thought seemed to excite her – Steve could tell by her body language. Dangerous things had always excited her – which is why they were in such big trouble now. Maybe this would be easy – but just one obstacle remained – what to say to their daughter.

The problem was solved for them when she walked into the room and demanded to know what was going on. Their daughter, Carla, was no fool, so they decided to come clean with her. Steve started the story, then Linda took over, and nothing was left out. When they had finished speaking Carla took just a minute to offer her opinion.

"Take the punishment – giving sex is better than prison. And what will you going to jail do for my reputation?"

Steve was taken aback by his daughters forthright comments and apparent selfishness. 

"You got yourselves into this – don't take me down with you."

"So you'd give your body away to keep out of jail – that's what your mother will have to do?" asked Steve.

"Yes!" she said slowly, "If I could use sex to keep out of trouble I would."

Steve looked on his daughter in a different light – and felt a stirring in his loins.

"It's settled!" said Linda firmly, "We will go for it, and hope we find a way out."

The following morning, both turned up for work as usual and at a convenient time sent a message to the boss. An hour later they were summoned to his office. The conversation was short and to the point – they would submit to his punishment.

The boss man moved from behind his desk and told the couple to sit down on the wooden chairs in front of his desk. Along the far wall was a sofa on which his secretary sat, legs crossed and showing plenty of thigh. Steve felt his cock harden slightly as he looked up her skirt. The boss stood beside his wife and his hand gently massaged her shoulder.

"I'll arrange for you to speak to my lawyer to sort the money business out."

As he spoke his hand dropped down to cup Linda's right breast.

"Nice tits," he remarked. Linda stayed still looking to the front. His hand moved to the buttons on her shirt and he began to unfasten them. Still standing over her he slipped his hand inside her bra and tweaked her nipple. Linda threw a glance at the secretary whom, with a smile on her face was watching intently. She felt humiliated and very self-conscious as the man's rough hands made her jump slightly.

Steve, helpless to do anything else could only stare at the sight of his boss playing with his wife's tits. Then he too became conscious of the secretary's presence and somehow it felt more embarrassing. Something else that Steve noticed was how the girl kept flexing and relaxing her thigh muscles and fidgeting on the seat as she watched. An unexpected feeling came over Steve as his gaze moved to and fro from his wife to the young girl. He was beginning to get aroused. Watching his wife's submissiveness and how the man was making her squirm had given him an erection. That was complimented by the view up the secretary's skirt and how the leg that was crossed kept raising slightly, giving a hint of the triangle of flimsy material that covered her pussy.


The girl noticed Steve's interest and to his joy and amazement she smiled and slowly uncrossed her legs, hesitating before she placed her foot on the ground. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs and she left her knees open giving him a better view of her pink panties. Giving Steve a big smile she continued to watch her boss and the woman and at the same time stroke her thighs and tense then relax her pussy muscles. Steve realised that the girl was becoming very turned on by what the boss was doing with his wife.

Linda sat quietly and was becoming conscious that her feelings of humiliation were not quite as unpleasant as she first felt. She too had noticed the girl's reactions and though she was a little bit scared she was also fascinated by the fact that just watching her had aroused the secretary. There was also something about the fact that another man was touching her sexually in front of her husband that caused a certain excitement. The hands touching her breasts, although rough and without finesse were adding to her now pleasant sensation. The silence was broken by a command from the boss.

"Why don't you unzip me?" It was apparent by his tone of voice that it wasn't a suggestion – it was an order. Could she do it – in front of an audience – in front of her husband? What would he want her to do – just rub it? What if he told her to suck it – what would her husband do?

She hadn't planned for this – maybe she would have found herself in a room with more than one man – she had thought of that. But not having to do things while her husband watched – and the young girl who was until now just another co-worker. Linda's eyes darted to the girl – whose fingers had now crept closer to her pussy. Clearly, thought Linda, observing the girls' facial expression, she is hoping I will obey. Glancing across at her husband surprised Linda - although his face gave nothing away she noticed a bulge in the front of his pants. Now is that through watching me or watching the girl, she thought?

In truth, as Steve knew, it was both – watching how the young girl was becoming so turned on and purposely giving him a show was very erotic. However it was nothing compared with the unusual arousal he was getting from seeing his wife with this man. The blank expression was because of his confusion. When he heard the man tell her to unzip him something inside wanted her to refuse – yet he also was becoming more excited waiting for her to comply. He quickly admitted to himself – he wanted to see his wife take out the man's penis!

Very slowly Linda's trembling hand went to the man's zip and she carefully unfastened his pants.

"Before you take it out – pull your skirt up – I want to see your panties." The man's voice was controlled and calm. Linda hitched up her skirt and exposed her stocking clad legs. Steve took a sharp intake of breath as Linda's hands returned to the man's fly.

Slipping her hand inside his trousers she closed her fingers around his hot stiff rod. Steve watched her face and noticed how her eyes narrowed and the corners of her mouth turned upward almost forming a smile. Her lips were closed but when the thick shaft sprung into view she involuntary ran her tongue across her mouth and licked her lips.

She would have preferred to have been alone – she would have been able to relax more – she was beginning to enjoy it! 

For a woman who liked to live dangerously sometimes a new thrill was about to be experienced. As the man stood quietly still reaching down playing with her nipple, Linda, without any prompting began to slowly masturbate him. Turning slightly to the side she looked straight at her husband. That's when the thrill hit her – here she was wanking another man's cock while he was feeling her tits – and her husband could only watch. She watched Steve squirm and fidget in his seat and she wondered just how tormented he was.

Linda waited for the next instruction – it was bound to come – he would ask her to suck it. Still looking at Steve she almost brushed her cheek against his throbbing member. Now she wanted to suck it –she wanted her husband to see her with another man's cock in her mouth. Casting a quick glance at the girl Linda noticed how wide her legs were and what her fingers were doing. Watching me, thought Linda, turns her on, and then she spread her legs wide.

Looking back at her husband, Linda smiled and while she had his full attention she opened her mouth and still looking Steve in the eye she closed her mouth over the man's penis.

Steve was feeling tormented and confused inside – but he had an overwhelming urge to take out his dick and wank whilst he watched. He didn't, but instead rubbed his hand over the bulge. He hadn't expected his wife to become so enthusiastic and willing. She was doing more than what had been asked of her. Would she suck him to completion – let him ejaculate into her mouth? As he watched he saw that his wife had dropped her spare hand to the space between her legs and was now copying the girl. Her hands were very busy – the other pumped his shaft into her mouth as her lips sucked and tongue licked. The man now gently held her head helping her maintain the rhythm.

Steve took in the scene before him with disbelief – then became aware that his cock was now out of his pants and he was wanking whilst he watched.

The man climaxed without warning and shot his sperm into Linda's mouth. Taken by surprise she opened wide and Steve saw the white sticky liquid on her tongue start to dribble down the side of her mouth. His hand began to work faster and Linda's eyes widened as she realised what her husband was doing. Out of the man's dick shot little spurts of cum and Steve watched as they sprayed into the open mouth of his wife. It was too much for Steve as his own spunk shot from his penis.

Linda was shocked by her husband's actions – but pleasantly so. She now wanted to be fucked – by any of them – by both. It wasn't going to happen this time. 

Fifteen minutes later saw them both back at their jobs having been given instructions that they would be seeing the lawyers that afternoon.

Steve was in a daze – did that really happen? The man had actually done or said very little – how could he make that happen with so few words or actions. Maybe that defines what having "Power" is – "Control."

They both went through the motions and said the right things at the meeting. The financial side was taken care of and brought to a satisfactory conclusion – for the boss that is. Steve couldn't believe what he had witnessed his wife do – and she couldn't believe how much it had aroused him. More importantly, she couldn't believe how much it had thrilled her and the kick she had got from it. She was still as aroused now as when she was hoping she would be fucked.

They were both impatient to get home – though they found themselves a little hesitant about discussing the events.

"What do you feel like?" asked Steve.

"I'm still reeling from it," she answered.

"I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic," Steve commented.

"I thought it best if we convinced him that we would keep our word. It seems you enjoyed watching," replied Linda, avoiding her husband's gaze.

"I think you enjoyed it too, didn't you?" Steve said without sounding confrontational.

Linda nodded sheepishly, "Yes – I shouldn't admit this but it gave me hell of a thrill."

Steve walked toward her and quickly pulled her skirt high. He almost ripped her shirt as he undid the buttons. Linda was quickly inside his pants and when she felt his hardness she pulled at his belt. Dinner would have to wait.

By the time their daughter came home, who had eaten out, the couple had dressed in bathrobes having just showered.

"You two look like you've had an interesting time – showered together early?"

Steve still found he was a little embarrassed when his daughter mentioned anything to do with sex in front of him.

"So what happened?" asked the girl in a more serious tone. "Did you sort things out at work?"

"Yes," answered her mother, "I think we'll be staying out of prison."

Their daughter looked relieved then sat thoughtful for a few minutes before she asked, "Did the boss make you have sex with him?"

"You shouldn't be asking that!" snapped her mother.

"You've told me everything else – you said it was part of the deal. Why pretend it's not going to happen?"

"Well no – I didn't have sex with him," said Linda, deciding she may as well answer her daughter. "But I just had to give him a little favour this morning when he called us into his office."

After another thoughtful minute Carla asked, "Sexual favour?"

Linda coloured up as Steve tried to hide his embarrassment behind his hand.

"Don't make it hard for us. Yes! A sexual favour." Linda wished she'd kept quiet.

"You both were called into the office? So Dad was in the room while you performed a sex act with your boss?" It was more of a statement than a question. No answer was forthcoming.

Linda and Steve stole a quick glance at their daughter expecting her to be upset or disgusted. Instead she still looked very thoughtful – and intrigued. Her curious eyes went first to her mother, then her father. An almost imperceptible smile came upon her face – but she said no more.

Almost a week passed before they were summoned to the office. The instruction that they were given was to attend the boss's house next evening in formal evening dress – though they would be serving drinks – and other duties. Steve and Linda both wondered what other duties actually meant – though thought it wise not to ask. Without admitting the fact to each other the couple had separately let their imaginations run free and were almost looking forward to the evenings "chores."

As they were ready to leave the house their anticipation and lack of "feeling of despair" wasn't lost on their daughter.

"No one would guess you were about to be punished would they? You almost look like you're going to a party as guests of honour." Carla eyed her mother's dress. "You have certainly dressed for the occasion."

Carla was right – her mother was attired in a very sexy low-cut dress. It was made of the sort of material that clung to every curve of her body – and against the light was almost transparent. A panty-line would have killed the image so thong and self-supporting stockings had been Linda's choice.

As Steve admired his wife suddenly he was aware that his daughter's eyes were now focused on his crotch. He moved and turned quickly to disguise the bulge in the front of his trousers – but not before his daughter caught his eye – with a sexy wicked grin on her face.

"Enjoy yourselves, won't you?" she said facetiously as they left the house.

As they drove away Steve was the first to speak, "I suppose she's right – we know what is likely to happen and we seem almost to be looking forward to it."

Linda thought for a minute then replied, "Well I guess that's right – at least now I've heard you say that I know that we both are feeling the same way."

Steve looked confused – Linda explained.

"Almost looking forward to it."

Steve felt his dick stiffen at his wife's admission. She was expecting to be made to have sex with other men – and she was looking forward to it.

Linda was relieved – and pleased - that Steve hadn't blown his top at her admission. After a couple of silent minutes she reached over and gently rubbed the front of his trousers.

When they finally arrived at the house Linda was in surprisingly good spirits. She knew now that she could abandon herself to whatever sex acts that she was expected to perform without worrying about her husband's reaction. Her imagination had created a desire and longing to actually experience submitting to the whims of other men. Somehow the thought that her husband would watch now made it more erotic. The experience in the office had changed her opinion – now having an audience would add to her arousal.


Bad Advice



I watched my girlfriend get fucked in the ass today. By another guy. A guy she didn't like, and one I didn't care for either. The "Creep," as she called him. It wasn't as painful to watch as I thought it'd be. I was surprised that I found it erotic at all. I was very surprised. It brought out feelings that I didn't know were there. It was another side of my girlfriend that I'd never seen before. It was definitely more painful for her than it was for me. He was rough with her, but I think it was the misogyny more than the sadism that got to her emotionally. She probably hated every minute of it -- or she loved it in that sick way where you think you deserve it or that you've just got-to--have-it. Probably, a little of both. I don't know. She didn't let on. She barely said a word. 

As we walked back to our cars tonight I didn't say anything either. I thought a whole lot, but I kept it to myself. I didn't know what to say, so it was best not to say anything. She said nothing, but her silence was louder than words. She usually had a comment for everything. She was obviously thinking about what had happened. She was always very astute in her observations, so it made me pay close attention when she said, simply,

"I didn't think that would ever happen again." 

Alarm bells went off in my head. Confusion reigned. I wanted to say, "Again? You mean, you've done that before?" But I knew better. It was always better not to pry. Let things unfold with her. No matter how close we had become, she was always circumspect with me. A very private person. Besides, I sensed -- no -- I saw, that she was deeply embarrassed. She just wanted to get home.

As we went our separate ways tonight, she back to her husband, me to my wife, I thought: My relationship with her has changed forever. I knew her well enough to know that she'd worry about that, too, except that she undoubtedly had more on her mind than just that. She had to face her husband, and, literally, she had that foul taste of cock in her mouth. There hadn't been any wine to wash it away -- she wouldn't like that – and, her sore butthole was surely calling for her to get home as fast as possible. She'd want to recuperate in the bathtub. We'd fucked like that before, but gently, and only after she was fully aroused, and with lots of lube, and always when there was a bathtub in the motel room. This bastard hadn't wined and dined her. He had used her like whore, in the bathroom at the pub, in front of her friends (well, while they were close by) and he had literally laughed out loud at the sight of her on her knees as I scrambled to get her clothes back on before anyone came in. 

I had contemplated leaving her right there in the bathroom. I don't know why I stayed to watch. I had been given my cue to leave. Initially, I was sick to my stomach, but as I said, it brought out a new side of me that was surprisingly cool and detached. As it turned out, it was crueler of me that I had stayed. To see her in that state -- what she later described as, "a dumb fuck with cockbreath and a sore butt," that was more unkind to her than what he had done with her, she said. She could have pushed it out-of-mind had she been alone, but because I was there, she couldn't escape the reality of it.

As I drove home, I had to backup and think, "How the hell did I get here?" I don't mean the affair. Plenty of people have affairs. Sometimes you get closer with the people you work with than with your spouse or the kids at home. Although she didn't have kids, I knew she probably questioned her choice for spouse and that she was looking for someone else, otherwise, why would she have said, "Yes," to me? I had often wondered if our affair was just a first step outside her marriage. I had guessed that she'd eventually leave me for someone else before she knew the answer to her questions. I didn't think it would be him though, arrogant creep that he was. 

So the aftermath of her ... well ... let me think, you couldn't call it rape. I was privy to it all and, as much as I detested his methods, he was clear in his intent. She had countless opportunities to bail out. She never once tried to stop anything. On the other hand, she looked mesmerized from start to finish. We had always joked that she lost all blood to the brain when we fucked. She responded to him no differently than to me, despite a world's difference in intent. He had just wanted to break her, and he did. 

At first she wouldn't respond to email and telephone calls. I thought, well, maybe she was shell-shocked. And, I also knew from past experience that she got reclusive for days at time anyway -- and at the drop of the hat, too. But this time, for once, I knew what had precipitated it, and it got me paranoid: What about those other times when she became reclusive? Had this happened before? Is that what she meant? Anyway, she didn't have to work for another four days, thank God. I didn't expect she could face her peers -- or him -- so soon. I wouldn't be able to if I were in her shoes. But why was she avoiding me? She could talk to me, and she wasn't going to be confiding in her husband, that was for sure! 

I had never been there before, but I knew her schedule, and his, so I boldly knocked on her door. She wouldn't let me in – you know, something about violating the sanctity of the house, etc. -- but it got her to go out. That's when she said,

"I can't see what you see in me. Sometimes, you make me feel like the biggest slut in the world. Not when we're fucking -- then it feels good to let out the whore that's in every woman -- but it's ... well, other times. You can be so naïve."

I didn't understand a thing she was saying, but I knew it was important. I knew I didn't understand something about her that I should understand. I knew our relationship was changed. Maybe it was over. And it had something to do with me being naive. I plowed on, bravely -- stupidly, actually. I asked, rhetorically, "What's happening to us?" She showed no interest in coming down to my level. No interest at all. Just when it sounded like she was going to explain, she said, to herself, more than to me,

"He abused me."

Well, yeah, I thought, obviously he did. But, wait! Hadn't she said that before, just the other day? And, the way she said it was peculiar. The alarm bells were going off again. What was it? The "HE" sounded like it was in capital letters. It meant not just him, the Creep, but "HIM," the archetypal abuser. The way she said "abused" alarmed me, too. It sounded like it was more than just sexual. Power was involved. I knew it! She had said that about him the day before. Before he had even touched her that night, she was abused.

Anyway, she couldn't have gone to work given the shape she was in. I could see that now. I wondered what her husband thought. She wasn't saying much. That was unlike her. She stared in a fixed gaze, and she kept her arms folded against her stomach. She usually shook off feelings quickly, or covered them up with that gorgeous smile and musical laugh. Now, it looked like she had stayed in her bathrobe all day. The shift she had thrown on was unflattering. She didn't care. He had really gotten to her. I had not expected that. Where was the strong woman that could hold her own against any guy? I broke my rule, and I asked her that very question, and she said,

"It's happened before."

I was beginning to feel sick and weak in the knees. I shouldn't have asked. She was saying very little, but I was hearing more than I wanted to know. I knew what she meant: that other creep. The first boyfriend. But I was beginning to get paranoid again. Was there something more recent? I wanted to ask how long this had been going on, how many times, when, where, and by whom? But for now I was just going to keep my questions to myself. I wasn't going to say anything. After all, I'd already given her bad advice. I had no right to pry. And the Creep had basically told me the same thing that night: I had no right. The way she talked to me now simply reaffirmed that I had no right.

I left her that day still unsure of what it meant for the future, but I was thinking: it can't be good. I left understanding what she had been talking about a few days earlier, though. I knew now that I had underestimated the gravity of what had happened at work. She had told me about her unhappy day at work, and I had, unintentionally, given her bad advice. That's happened before. Let's face it, I can be an idiot, but this time the consequences astounded even me. 

We both worked at the hospital, and we had become friends over lunch times. She talked about her residency; I about my research. She talked about her friends; I bitched about my colleagues. I knew her professors, and most of the resident advisors, including "The Creep." During the discussion of her workday upset, she had piqued my curiosity when she said in a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone,

"He abused me." 

Of course, I thought at the time that she was exaggerating, that it was just some hyperbole for dramatic effect. But she reiterated it. She said it solemnly, like she was acknowledging that she had been bested by an adversary to whom she was obliged to pay due respect. I questioned that. She seemed to agree, at first, and then she said,

"I don't respect what he had did -- I know that was out of line."

Right! So why would she put up with it? She prided herself on knowing how to put guys in their place with feminine sarcasm that effectively withered a guy's egos and shrunk their penis to the bone. Apparently, it hadn't worked on him. (Later, I realized: she had never had a chance with him in the first place.) She said,

"It was better just to take it and get it over with." 

Now, this wasn't like her at all. I didn't understand. Later, at the bar, she had demonstrated exactly what she meant when she got fucked by him in the restroom. She had just taken it, but at the time of our discussion, she had simply demurred when I said that she was capable of handling herself with guys in the workplace. She said,

"I tried, but the attending physician ignored me, and the rest of the residents were sheep while The Creep took control of the show."

So, I thought, they pretended it wasn't happening while he dished out his ugly treatment on my girlfriend. That sucks, I said, but I reminded her that, although it was unfair, it was not uncommon to mistreat the residents, to which she said, 

"Yes, but not this much." 

She wasn't being specific. She wasn't being emotional about this. This was strange. I thought, I want to know more, but I just wasn't getting it. I was beginning to think that there was more going on here than I wanted to know. It wasn't the first time that I got that sick-to-the-stomach feeling. As it turned out, she gave me the whole account, anyway. She said, in a bland tone of voice that was uncharacteristic of her,

"He asked us to consider a list of symptoms in a 50-year old, overweight male, with bulging stomach and abdominal pain. He suggested an enema prep and he asked – no -- he handed me the syringe and bag and gestured to the hook above. I lifted the nightgown, but there was nowhere in that mass of flesh to get at it. He said, 'You've done this before. Go for it.' I said, I hadn't. He said, 'You're a nurse, of course you have.' I told him that I'd never been a nurse in my life! He said, 'Well, you've had plenty of experience with these at home. Girls like you don't stay that thin without a little binging and purging.' I said, 'Not me!' 'Well, go for it girly,' he said. My face was burning red, but I channeled my energy into heaving on the guy's buttocks, lifting one cheek high enough to get the syringe in. To my surprise -- and disgust -- his anus got larger than the syringe, and he farted, practically in my face. When the chief resident laughed, they all laughed at me. The doctor looked perturbed, but he said nothing. I hated his look more than the laughter. I was setup, and I felt like a fool -- obviously the guy was bloated with gas. I didn't hear the rest of what The Creep said until I heard my name called repeatedly. He was telling me to practice at home, but not to get too sore. I started to say, 'Okay,' but stopped because I hadn't digested what he had said. I had said enough though, because it brought further gales of laughter from the other residents. The rest of the day was a blur."

What an ugly day, I thought. We had met that night after work, and, at first, she had seemed her normal self. But after I had described my day, and she had described that ugly scene, she had made that haunting comment: 

"He abused me."

It was the dead-panned manner that was so unlike her. And she had added,

"At some point, I just took it and let it happen because he wasn't going to stop." 

That was not like her. She loathed the fact that some women fell for the myth of male superiority. There was no way she was going to tolerate being called "girl." I had suggested that she needed to get back on the horse, so to speak, and to show her fellow residents and "The Creep" that he hadn't gotten to her. That was my first bad advice. It was bad because she took it. She went to work the next day, and that night, Friday, we were to meet after work for drinks with her fellow residents. 

That's when it got even uglier. We walked in, trying not to look conspicuously like a couple, but rather as colleagues. We probably didn't fool anybody. They were there already, but -- surprise -- he was there, too! His back was to us, and he was regaling the residents with stories. The sound of his voice made her freeze in her tracks. I tripped over her, and she half-fell to her knees – that was the first time that night that she was on her knees before him -- and that drew his attention. And then it began. He shouted out her name. He greeted her grandly and he ignored me. He grabbed her bare arm, encircling it tightly with his hand, and he jerked her up from the floor and toward the bar. She was still recovering from nearly tripping, and she hadn't time to say a word before he had put a martini glass in her hand. He made a toast:

"After a week of rounds, all I can say is, 'Bottoms up!'" 

I thought to myself, what? A bad joke? An adolescent reference to "bottoms" during a toast? Obviously a sly reference to her encounter with the patient. How fast this guy moves. But, wait! He kept his finger under the stem of the martini glass and she had to down the whole thing before he let her rest it on the bar. He ordered another. My girlfriend is a lightweight. She couldn't legally drive after one, and now she was starting on another. 

I counted three, but she couldn't finish the third. By that time we were all sitting at a table. She sat between me and "The Creep." We were against the wall of the booth, crowded on all sides by the rest. There was lots of loud talking and joking. I hadn't realized it, but she hadn't said a word. Not one word the whole time. I had barely kept track of the conversation, but I thought that I caught references to the incident with the patient. I wasn't sure. I was more certain of it, however, when my girlfriend leaned over and said something to me. She said,

"Let's go." 

I didn't want her to leave feeling defeated. I wasn't sure where she was at, and I asked her, discreetly, was it because of him? She said, 

"Yes." 

That's when I gave her more bad advice. I said something to the effect, stand up for yourself. She turned to him and said, 

"You're a prick." 

It would have brought utter silence to the entire table, but his rejoinder was immediate.

"If I'm such a prick, why has my hand been up your cunt for the last ten minutes?" 

Followed by, 

"Take a look." 

He said that to no one in particular, but the nearest resident, another woman, pulled the tablecloth back and said, "Eww!" Others craned their necks, but they couldn't see. Unfortunately, I could see, and it was clear that his hand had probably not budged in ten minutes, and that his fingers still hadn't retracted from her cunny. The female resident's date stood up to get a look, but she told him that it was time to dance. Then everyone vanished from the table. I thought we'd be leaving at that point, but he was pulling my girlfriend from the booth saying, 

"Let's dance." 

My girlfriend doesn't dance – ever -- but she was dancing with "The Creep" before you knew it. Actually, he was holding her up, and he was swinging her around. She has no strength in her legs when she's aroused, and she had that that mesmerized look that meant ... oh God ... that she was very aroused!

The fucking followed the dance, and they hadn't danced very long. He moved her down the hallway. What-the-fuck is he doing, I thought? He leaned her against him, and he leaned against a door, and then they were gone. I was over there in a flash. But it wasn't an outside door. It was the men's room! She was slumped against him half-standing, half-leaning. He flashed a look at me and said, 

"You can have your girlfriend in a moment when she's done. Don't look surprised. I've seen the way you look at her. Don't worry. I'm not romantic. Just horny, and I like married sluts -- so do you, I fancy." 

Busted! He continued talking to me – no – he was goading me.

"That's the code: You're not married to her, and you have no more claim than me. So bug off." 

I should have left. I started to leave as he banged his way through the stall door. It had barely closed when he had her dress slung over the doorframe. He shouted at her, 

"Lean forward!" 

She gasped audibly. I know the telltale sound when she's first penetrated. He yelled at her again, 

"Move forward! Stand up!" 

There was the sound of a slap, and another slap, and another. I panicked. 

"Stop it. Don't hurt her. She can't stand. Her legs are weak." 

It was true, but it sounded pathetic that I was coming to her rescue -- even to me. I realized -- after I had said it -- that there wasn't room between the door and the end of the stall for them both and that she was probably slumping down. In an instant, the door was open, and he slung her across his hip and onto the sink vanity. 

"Guard the door." 

His prick was erect. He had given me an order and I responded. I almost saluted. I guarded the door. Now I was abetting in my girlfriend's – well, whatever it was -- it wasn't rape. She looked at me. I looked at her. It was pathetic. She was just waiting for him to get back inside of her. To, "get it over with," as she later said. At that instant, I thought, fuck her! Let him fuck her! I was mad. 

I should have left, but I didn't. Even though he had just put her on the sink, he just as rapidly pulled her off, and in a blink she was kneeling in front of his prick. He looked at me. It was a look of rebuke, like, I should've been watching the door. Instead, I was watching him poke his cock into my girlfriend's mouth. I know her, and I know she knows how to handle a cock. She knows how not to get choked. Her hand was around the base of his cock in a flash. I thought: the Bitch! She's more alert than she looks -- but he was even faster. He grabbed both of her arms near the shoulder and he forced them back. She had to let go. I could see his grip was too hard.

I watched The Creep as he sodomized my girlfriend. He had grabbed her too roughly while he was head-fucking her. I had said, 

"Don't hurt her, she bruises easily." 

Oops. I was betraying my familiarity with her again. He sneered, 

"Too late for that, isn't it? See this?" 

He didn't mean his prick, which hadn't stopped it's in and out movement in my girlfriend's head. No, he had taken his hand off one arm, 

"She'll have a tattoo of finger prints here for sure." 

He laughed, again. I thought: Yeah, she'd have been bruised even from the moment you grabbed her when we entered the bar, but I didn't say it. He continued speaking, never stopping the mouthfucking. He was speaking to me, as if she couldn't hear or, more likely, as if she didn't count. This, apparently, was between men; she was just a wet mouth.




Bad Advice



"What's she going to do? She's used to lying to her husband." 

That was true, I thought. The Creep wasn't cuckolding me. We were both cuckolding her husband. Still, I thought, the bruises were going to be very hard to conceal. And another thought occurred to me: her throat was going to be really sore. We had never done it like that before. I didn't think she was capable of it. She gagged, she spluttered, and she coughed. But she never resisted, and she never said, "No." I thought: the fucking Bitch!

I should have left. But I didn't. What he did next surprised me and my girlfriend. Like a rag doll, he slung her back on the sink vanity. She leaned her back against the mirror, and she immediately arched her back. She steadied herself by grabbing him around the neck, otherwise, the faucet would have jammed into the small of her back. But it made it look like an intimate scene. One buttock was in the sink. Her legs were splayed. One leg rested on the vanity, the other was in his arm over free air. She looked fuckable in that position, I thought. Posed like that, she would look fuckable to any man, anywhere, at anytime. 

And he did fuck her, but he went straight into her ass. My girlfriend made that "Uggh" sound that she makes when she's anally penetrated. She didn't close her eyes, but she wasn't looking anywhere. She got that look. What was it? A look of concern, passion, or reverie? I never knew. It was probably pain, or pleasure, or a combination thereof. She probably never knew either. She always went somewhere deep inside when we were doing it. Somewhere very far away, but she left a body that was oh so fuckable. 

We had fucked that way before, but always with lots of lubrication and with me behind her. He had, what, one or two plunges in her cunt -- no doubt very wet -- and then lots of saliva from her mouth, and then he was up her butt while facing her. She never complained. She just squealed, mewled, and did lots of unlady-like grunting. At that moment I couldn't remember what she felt like the last time I had fucked her up the butt. What I was experiencing now was all visual and auditory. I was watching a pornographic scene. A woman used as an object -- just happened to be my girlfriend. 

He called her every ugly name in the book while he did her. Her cunt slurped and made gushy, swishy noises, except that it wasn't her cunt, it was her ass being used liked a cunt. He was giving her the sort of jackhammering fuck that I thought would have been impossible in an asshole. I thought, how could her butt get that loose? And it got looser, and looser. He moved in and out rapidly, and then he'd move slowly for a while. He was taking his time, as if savoring the feeling – or was he savoring the position he had put her in, enjoying her subjugation. He pulled out. She gaped. He went in, and a little fart erupted. Normally, a little pussy fart would have embarrassed the hell out of my girlfriend. We'd have to stop. She'd have to go to the bathroom, even thought she didn't need to go. But not tonight. He pumped. She slurped. He pumped, and she farted, and she got looser and looser. 

He called her more derogatory names. She didn't close her eyes. That bothered me. He came. It must have been big. Her eyes got big, and then they got bigger. I knew she must have been feeling him enlarge inside her as he came. She probably came, too. I could never tell for sure when she came. She usually laughed when she came, but not tonight. He pulled away and she nearly hit the floor, because he wasn't holding her up any longer, and she hadn't thought to steady herself. She couldn't have even if she had tried. She had no strength. It caught him by surprise. He wasn't anticipating it. It looked obscene and lewd. Her body slid between him and the sink, her face past his slimy cock. I thought in horror that he'd fuck her mouth again, but then his cock got entangled in her long hair. I mean it got very entangled. My girlfriend has very long, very curly hair, and his cock was buried in it balls deep. He tried to pull away, and she continued her destiny with gravity. He obviously didn't care that she was going to hit the floor. He needed to get his cock out, and now! He must have panicked, because he ripped it through her hair. I knew it must have hurt his cock, and I thought "Good!" but it wasn't him, it was my girlfriend that had yelped in pain. 

She hadn't reacted to the vigorous mouthfucking and buttfucking, but now she was responding to having her hair yanked. It woke her up, and she looked up. She was on the floor with that just-fucked-look. She looked up at him, and past him, she looked at me. Then it seemed to hit her, what she must have looked like. What she had just done. And she looked embarrassed. No, I wish it was just embarrassment. She looked ashamed. Deeply ashamed, and suddenly she looked very young, like a teenager. I thought, yeah, like a teenager caught having sex by a parent. It was ecstasy followed by shame and embarrassment. A confusing rush of feelings. 

She turned half around trying to get up on her knees, and it presented quite a sight to us or to anyone that might have walked in the door. She was very moist from ass to pussy. I knew she was trying to restore some sense of decorum and modesty, but her worst fear was realized. A fart. But not just any fart. A cum-filled stream that lasted an un-godly long time. I can only imagine her horror as she felt that involuntary release in front of us, and then the realization that it wasn't air, but that it was "The Creep's" copious ejaculate. He had her. He owned her. He had dumped more in her than I could ever imagine. And, now, he had her again, by remote control, even though he was halfway out the door. He had left a lot of himself in her, and it was flowing out of her beyond her control. It didn't give any sign of stopping. That's when he laughed. I think that laugh over that river of cum got to my girlfriend more than ridicule the day before, more than the mouthfucking, and more from the embarrassing assfucking itself. The laugh, no, that sneer at her expulsion of his fluids, meant that she wasn't going to be the same, and neither was I. 

I remembered that it was a public bathroom when the door slammed following his abrupt departure. In an instant I grabbed her dress and tried to slip it over her, trying frantically to remember what went where. I almost slipped. Fuck! I thought. Someone's going to slip on this cum. I panicked. My mind raced. I wasn't going to clean it up! Still, the vision of someone inadvertently slipping and cracking their head loomed in my head. The Bitch! She should clean it up! That's what they do in the porno flicks, right? She'd be licking it off the floor. Reality set in. There was too much there. She wasn't a porn actress. She was a doctor. I thought, wouldn't it be ironic if her sexual escapade caused someone to slip and have brain damage? 

But this wasn't a movie, and I was having real trouble pulling her dress over her hips. I got closer so that I could see what I was doing. I wish I hadn't. She smelled. Normally, I love the smell of her sex. Of our sex. But this wasn't our sex. This was HIS sex -- and her shit. She smelled musky -- very, very musky. And I thought: Shit! Her sense of smell is way more acute than mine, and that rank odor was unmistakable to me. And we had to walk through the bar and by her friends. I was mentally beating myself up for getting her into this. I was really concerned for my girlfriend. I had given her bad advice, and she had gotten fucked, and now she was about to run the gauntlet with her peers. 

It was mercifully fast. He wasn't there. Just a few of her friends, still hanging around. They looked at her. They knew, but they knew not to say anything. I'm sure they were embarrassed for her. I'm sure they'd noticed her absence, and her sudden return. There was no mistaking whom she had been with and, now, her legs-together-shuffling walk meant she had been fucking. If they were astute enough, they'd have known that she had taken it up the ass. None of them were close enough to smell her, thank God. Now we were out the door and into fresh air. She had to drive her own car. I didn't want her to. I offered to drive, but that made her angry. I didn't know how she'd get into her house without detection. I told her I'd check on her tomorrow, but that didn't happen.

It was a couple of days before she'd let me see her, and that's when she said, again, in her own cryptic way. "He abused me." That royal "HE." I knew much better what it meant now than I had before. She had told me about "him," but not with this much detail. I knew her first sexual experiences were anal, but not much more. "He," was how she referred to her first boyfriend. She never used his name or called him anything else. They had both attended the same boarding school: a boy's school and a girl's school on the same campus. The administration reassured the parents that it wasn't coed, but my girlfriend described the place as a virtual rabbit hutch. He was a senior. She was a freshman. She never liked him: she idealized him. He was a poet. He was British. He probably liked guys, and he was alcoholic. He didn't really like her; it's just that she wouldn't go away. He was probably afraid of her, like most of us are afraid of women (if we're honest) but she didn't know it back then. 

He didn't touch her, at first. They just read poetry together, and he drank. Eventually he said, 

"When I drink, I'm going to want to fuck you, and your mother won't let you have the pill. You can't trust condoms. You know what condoms are?"

She sort of didn't. 

"Shit! You know what fucking is?"

She had nodded, but it wasn't convincing. 

"You fuck, right?"

That time she had shaken her head, "No."

"Well, I'm going to want to fuck you, and you're going to want to fuck me, so suck me off and I'll leave you alone. You do suck don't you?"

She had shaken her head, "No."

"Fuck! It's like this ..."

He had thrust a finger between her lips.

"Only more like two fingers." 

He had added a second finger, and she had pulled away, but he had put his hand behind her head so that she ended up bobbing back and forth on his fingers. When she told me that, I thought it was the most perverted thing I'd ever heard. He told her, 

"If you don't get me to cum in your mouth, I'm going to fuck you. So what you do is let me fuck your ass that way you won't get pregnant, get it?"

She had looked at him dumbly. She hadn't said a word. He left her alone to ponder it, and she knew he was right. She heard of other girls doing that, but it seemed silly when she had heard of it. It was a long way from her clit to her anus. Even though she hadn't done it, she thought she'd rather have it in her cunt. 

But he did want to fuck her, and she had wanted to fuck him. It became a ritual. A little poetry. Him forcing her head down to suck him off. He was alcoholic and he was shriveled in her mouth. By the time she had him hard, he was frustrated and he would pull off her panties. She used the spittle technique, she said, until she was in utter pain. Aroused first, and in pain second. Over and over. 

She hated it, she said, but he'd "prove" to her that that she wanted it more than he did." When he'd say that, she knew she was sunk. He just fingered her bunghole, and she'd opened right up, and it brought that first feeling of deep shame. He fucked her like that almost every time she came to see him. He never fucked her cunt, even though she was dying for it. She learned early on that he could tell from the gape in her ass whether she was in the mood or not, so she couldn't lie that she didn't want it. He'd call her whore, slut, and ass-fuck because she had wanted an assfucking. She began to associate deprecation with the afterglow of sex. 

And then fate intervened. He sobered up. She found that he didn't have a very nice personality. She got another boyfriend. They went through the same ritual, except that he was hard when she sucked him, and when it was time to fuck she smiled at him slyly and stuffed him up her ass. She said that he literally said, "Ow!" but that he came buckets of cum. The next time, he introduced her to lube, and then she came buckets of cum. From then on she was in heaven, and the guys were in heaven. She was never at a loss for dates. That's when she got her self-confidence. That's when she got the ability to handle guys. Her roommate eventually noticed the activity, though, and she had asked her, incredulously, 

"Are they all fucking you in the ass?" 

She was ashamed to have to admit it, but she had simply nodded, "Yes."

Her roommate was grossed out, but my girlfriend was used to ignoring the rumors and innuendo at school. She began to have vaginal sex, but she was imprinted on anal sex and she inwardly believed herself to be the "dumb assfuck" that her first boyfriend had labeled her. Actually, she was extremely smart -- smarter than her first boyfriend. When she broke off with him, she brought a 6'3" jock to his room and had the guy tell her boyfriend, "I love her and would pummel anyone that even looked at her cross-eyed." She hadn't even slept with the jock. He had just said it because she told him to say it, and her old boyfriend had gotten the message to leave her alone. 

I guess all this went through her mind when The Creep had fucked her. I wondered: how did the Creep know her weakness? I had to hand it to him, he had read her like a book, and I hadn't. I hadn't been able to give her the degradation that she had been familiar with, and he had. Yeah, our relationship was changed now forever. I envied her husband. He knew nothing of any of this. He probably enjoyed her the same as ever, and she him all the more, but it wasn't going to be the same for her and me after this.

We stopped seeing each other, sexually that is. Now, it was just bumping into each other at work. She continued on as if nothing had ever happened. She completed her residency and got a good position. I doubt the chief resident left her alone during the remainder of the year -- I wouldn't have. In college, I once had a girlfriend that saw another guy for, she had said, "Just for sex. Not like you and me." But, later, I noticed that she wasn't with him, but was with his friend, and later with another guy, and then I realized she was being passed around. I lost respect for her and I pulled out of the relationship, much to her surprise. I wondered if my current girlfriend was about to embark on a similar journey. Would she get passed around among the guys that like to use a cunt and move on? Or was she into it? I knew we were through, though. 

I was often tempted to pull down her lab coat to inspect her arms for bruises to prove it to myself, but I never had the nerve. She undoubtedly saw the mixture of sadness, pity, and contempt that I had for her when we interacted in the dining room but she never gave a reaction back. After all, that's how she had made it through high school. Half the school back then must have known that she was the campus assfuck – she had even seen it penciled on the wall of the dorm telephone – and, now, it wasn't going to be much different around the hospital thanks to The Creep. Nobody keeps a secret like that for long. 

Well, I thought: what had I learned from the experience? I knew for sure that I wasn't an alpha male, but I wondered: just where was I in the pecking order? My experience with her made me wonder if I had ever had really known any of the women that I had been with. How many other women had secret lives that they could hide from their family, from their husbands, and from their lovers only to have it flash in neon lights to alpha males in the neighborhood? It hurt for a while. I licked my wounds, and then I realized that I could learn from the experience. No, it didn't make me an alpha male, but now, when I'm on the prowl, so to speak, I'm on the lookout for the kind of woman that shows the subtlest sign of submission. And, I'll be there with her, at least while the alpha male is busy elsewhere, because I've learned to look for it in the least obvious place: strong women.



Bad-Ass Days



CHAPTER 1

Struggling for a break in his chosen career of commercial photographer, having gained basic academic qualifications but lacking experience and an influential person to get him through the door, Col Cully sat at a bar, having worked eight hours as a security guard standing outside a bank.

The pay was sufficient to keep him housed and fed with something left over for a few drinks.

The good-looking skinny babe was bent over a near empty glass, two bar stools down.

"Bad day?" Col asked, looking at her in the bar mirror.

"A bad-ass day, yes," she replied to the mirror.

"What don't you do?"

"I don't work as a model although I trained for it. And you?"

"I yearn to earn money taking pictures."

She smiled economically. "But you lack the talent?"

"No I have the talent."

She pondered and flicked some hair back. "Oh, someone stole your equipment?"

"No I have the equipment."

"Hmm," she said, eyeing her drink. "You fucked up and now no one will touch you?"

"No, I never went in and beat up people or even replied to any of those countless agencies who rejected my submissions, usually with derisive comments attached to my torn print in my self-addressed envelop."

"Ah, you poisoned the mind of your agent?"

"No agent would take me on, stating I had no published success."

"But how do you gain experience if no agent will submit your material?"

"Baby you have amazing intellect. What you just gave me is the big question, yet no agent can understand it."

"They sound just like modeling agents. Well I'm off. See you here same time tomorrow to swap about our bad-ass day if you wish."

"Righty-o."

Next day Col walked through City Park and saw by swelling buds that in a day or two the first spring bulbs would be flowering. He'd always thought of nipples of women with flattish chests as swelling buds.

In his hovel in the rooming house Col poured soup heated in the can into a bowl and imagined he was eating like a Mafia boss, except he didn't have a starched napkin to tuck under his chin and neither did he have the fat belly to go with it. He slept and at 5:00 went to the bar for his two cheap glasses of beer that tasted not unlike flavored colored water drained over oats, or so he imagined. Col fancied he had sharp imagination.

He waited a little excitedly.

She came in and he patted the stool beside him. She said, paid for her own drink and said, "I don't do sex."

"I bet you do but appreciate you don't do it with me because you're black and I'm white."

Her smile was thin. "Now who's intelligent?"

"God you have a long memory. Intellect was last mentioned twenty-four hours ago."

She laughed and called him funny. What's your name?"

"Col. Short for Colin."

"My stage name is Cindy Lightfoot. The name came to me one night when I was drunk."

"Which isn't often?"

"Which isn't often. I can't afford it."

"Listen Cindy. Do you own a red garter belt, a red g-string, matching red stockings and bra and black boots and a snappy black hat and see-through umbrella?"

"I'm not having sex with you."

"I really don't think anyone has umbrella sex but anyway we are clear about no sex. If you wore that outfit I'd pay you a few bucks."

"God why do nice looking and well mannered guys have to be closet perverts?"

"I don't know what you're on about. I'm talking an el cheapo modeling assignment, in public."

"You're kidding. Well I could beg, steal and borrow such an outfit. How many dollars?"

"I could get by paying you seventy bucks."

"You're joking."

"I wish I were."

Cindy's lips pulled back. "You're insulting me."

"Tell me this Cindy. How else do you aim to earn seventy bucks the day after tomorrow?"

"Are you joking? No one will employ me. Everyone says business has gone soft because of the recession. What tripe. They're always trying to pin their laziness on to something."

Col snorted. "And yet you're turning down seventy bucks to arrive at City Park dressed with a coat over that outfit and you walk through a flower bed three or four times without the coat, ignoring just a few park strollers staring and a brace or two of lovers laughing."

"Is that all I have to do?"

"Yep."

"Then let's do it."

Two days later it was raining lightly, just as the forecast had stated, and a little bit of warmth the previous day had brought the flowers on.

Cindy looked gorgeous and after she completed three strolls through the bed of emerging daffodils, some already open, Col thanked her, handed over the $70 and hurried off, the caption already written. Fifteen minutes later the illustrations editor of The Daily News and his female assistant were looking at the digital image.

"Not bad," the editor said. "It captures a few things that make it arresting. We'd be lucky to get approval to publish this. Her state of undress is close to being bawdy. Have you a caption?"

Col handed it across.

"Give him fifty bucks as a finder's fee Belinda and make sure he signs for that. Col if we publish this photo anywhere inside the newspaper you get the standard submission fee of $300 with a 30% loading if it goes page 3. If some idiot places it on the front page you get $1500 if it's in the top half of the page or $750 if it's below the fold. Published size is irrelevant."

"Urge the editors to place it front page above the fold Mr Lewis."

"Are you crazy. Get out of here. Give Belinda your contact address."

Col told Belinda he didn't have a mailing address but gave her his cell phone number. "I'll drop in for my check if I see my pic published. Um do you date?"

Belinda eyed him. "I could be interested but you should be told I'm Jack Lewis' fiancée."

"Er then let's leave it till you've finished with Jack."

Belinda laughed and called him a gentleman.

Col was in the shower next morning when his phone went. He stumbled from the shower box dripping and grabbed the phone eagerly. Usually he received no more that two calls a week.

"Hi it's Col."

"Hi Col, it's Belinda from Illustrations at The Daily News. This is a business call. Can you give me Cindy Lightfoot's phone number?"

"Sorry, don't even know if she has a phone and don't know where she lives. But I expect to see her this evening."

"In the last hour I've received calls from three agents wanting your phone number and have the phone details of three agencies chasing after Cindy's phone number."

"Why would those jerks be calling us?"

"Because your pic is featured in more than 330,000 newspapers, top of front page, being distributed throughout the city and beyond today. Haven't you seen today's News?"

"Obviously not. I'll pick up mine from a trash bin later today."

"Oh Col. I thought you appeared hard up. Look, do you have a suit?

"Nah."

"Oh Jesus. Can you borrow one?"

"Nah, don't know anyone in the city that well. I guess I could hire one if it's that important to you. Do you want me to escort your somewhere?"

"No you clown... oh Col, that was so rude of me. No the features department is thinking of hiring you as its replacement photographer. The current one has been promoted to news."

"You mean demoted to news... features allow photographic creativity."

"Ah as you say Col. The meeting is here at 2:15. Come to me and I'll take you to the Mrs Manning."

"I'll come for you anytime you wish Belinda."

Belinda giggled helplessly for a few seconds and said, "Col, have you forgotten yesterday I labeled you a gentleman?"

"Not forgotten but I did think it was a case of mislabeling and regretted you thinking of me like that. Modern women are not interested in gentlemen."

"God Col, you're a treasure," the 40-something Belinda said sweetly to the scruffy 28-year-old.

Col lived in a seedy part of the CBD but it had a suit hire store. The 24-hour hire price seemed pretty steep so he said, "Have you a returned suit not gone to the drycleaner's yet, my size and available at half regular fee?"

The young store assistant grinned and came back with a suit Col's size.

"May I change into it and leave my clothes here. I'll be back before 5:00."

"Okay, this is a bit unusual. Just leave you credit card..."

"Don't have one and I can't pay the suit hire charge in advance."

The assistant looked pained.

"Er, my watch and, Jesus, mom will be cross with me doing this, my gold ring."

The assistant sighed and said okay, that the watch was crap but the ring looked more than the value of at least five suits. "Deal."

Col dressed in the dark blue suit over the only business shirt he owned and that was light blue.

"Do you want a tie, no charge?"

"Nah, don't want to over impress. It's a job interview."

"Look go to the bathroom through here and scrub your hands with a nail brush. Your fingernails look as it you've been making mud bricks. Also wet your hair and comb it. Here use my comb and wash it afterwards."

"Thanks pal but don't run away with my gold ring."

"I'm tempted but okay. I won't."

The guy was reading a newspaper when Col came out with his hair done.

"Wow, want a job with us pal?"

Col said, "You not gay are you?" and they both laughed. He picked up the front section of the newspaper and saw the huge presentation of his pic. The caption read pretty well as he'd written it: 

'Aspiring supermodel Cindy Lightfoot walks through the first show of daffodils at City Park yesterday. Cindy agreed to take off her dress to spice up the picture for her friend, a top portrait photographer, Col Cully. Col had no idea what his brazen suggestion would uncover and his offer of a modeling fee of seventy bucks was accepted by Cindy who thought this spoof on spring was hilarious.'

"God that Cindy could warm my bed every night," said the assistant, looking at what Col was reading. Great photo. Ought to win an award."

"What's you name pal?"

"Arthur."

"What's your favorite beer?"

"I like the Bud American Ale."

"Me too. See you later Arthur."

Col ignored the woman at reception calling through that door was private and ambling up behind Belinda slapped her ass. "Got my check baby?"

"How dare you. How did you get in... Ohmigod, it's you Col. Don't you wash up well?"

Belinda scratched around and found Col's check and he kissed it, making her smile.

"Come on," she said. "You were damn lucky yesterday. About once every three to four months instead of having up to ten photos vying for front page top we have nothing, just crap. Then Jack tossed your photo on to center of the table at our pre-deadline news conference. The guys' eyes popped, the female's mouths screwed tight and there was an all-out scrap and those who like pretty girls with tiny tits and very long legs won."

"That easy huh? What's Jack's favorite beer?"

"We both prefer Coors Light."

"Me too."

Belinda introduced the freelance photographer who dressed nicely and with his dark and over-long hair now under control, to features editor Mrs Manning, art director Aster Fontaine and the newspaper's chief photographer Jason Boyer. She then left.

"Col we are interested in engaging you as our features photographer if you have what it takes," said Mrs Manning. "Although our department is assigned photographers according to needs, we have one permanent senior photographer. This meeting is to assess you capabilities and then, if satisfied, I'll make you an offer."

"Thank you. I am interested. Being a self-employed photographer is hard work, the business side and attempting to win commissions takes me eye off the ball, which is to focus on photography." 

"Please hand Jason your portfolio."

"Um sorry. It was stolen two weeks ago."

"And you didn't have the initiative to replace it?"

"To tell you the truth Mrs Manning, no one who engaged me to do work for them up to now appeared interested in my portfolio. They only wanted to know how I'd approach their project."

"I see and can say that's most unusual. Well what about your credentials?"

"Hand me the keyboard Aster."

"Thanks Aster. I went to Herzog University. Let's see, yes, here we are. My father worked for our Ambassador. I completed a masters as a double major, in political science and English Lit and then scrambled though a masters in visual arts/photography."

"But this is in French."

"Well Herzog is in France Mrs Manning."

"Pull up your student profile page Mr Cully and Aster please translate for us."

What Aster read out confirmed everything Col had claimed.

"Do you wish me to read out his awards? The list is big."

"Don't bother Aster," Col said. "The French are trigger happy with awards. You are in danger of getting one for blowing your nose correctly."

Everyone laughed.

"Except for this one Col. It reads 'European Grand Prix Award in Street Scene Photography, Persons aged Twenty-five and Under and your were also was runner up in same category."

"Col?"

"I can show you my two photographs Mrs Manning. Here we go."

The winning photograph showed two women in headscarves and white kitchen uniforms standing alongside a bridge tipping waste from baskets in the Seine. The simple caption read by Aster stated, 'Fish heads, meat bones, offal and other puke from a nearby restaurant sink into the River Seine in heartland Paris.'

The weariness on the faces of the two women, illuminated by streetlights, indicated this was one of the last acts of their day's work, probably well after midnight. The angle of the bridge in the photograph indicated the photographer had leaned out to take the shot.

"Ohmigod," said Mrs Manning. "Doesn't that put a different face on Paris."

The other photo was a scene on a street in Paris with a young woman holding spring flowers on a man's knees, facing away from him. His pants were down around his ankles and they were obviously having sex. But a couple arm-in-arm pushing a pram appeared oblivious to them as was a policeman looking at the rear of a young woman in a very short dress and also two matrons who were sniffing flowers as they walked long.

Aster giggled when she read the caption, 'Parisians are noted for being liberal in spring.'

"I have a series to show you guys and here it is. Soprano Vivienne Mellow when on an engagement in Washington noticed me with my camera and poised for me to take a shot. It was a film camera and I emailed a scan of the print to her. She paid me to go the Los Angeles where she was appearing for the Opera Season and I spent two days with her and then was permitted to photograph, without flash, during her performance as Pamira in Rossini's 'The Siege of Corinth'. Here are six shots of Miss Mellow out and about in Los Angeles and at rehearsals and then this one that she claimed was the best photograph ever taken of her. It shows her in full cry singing during that live performance."

The very dramatic shot was stunning.

"Well that's all folk. If the appointment depends on me scratching up a full portfolio I'll go home to my mother who is retired in the south of France and compile one for you."

"I don't think that will be necessary. Jason?"

"Thin on examples but what he has displayed is quality. I have no problem with Col being appointed."

"Aster."

"Grab him Mrs Manning."

"Okay you two, thanks for your time. I'll talk to Col."

Mrs Manning explained her department produced Lifestyle articles covering entertainment, food and dining, travel, fashion, motoring and family features, personalities and social backgrounders.

"Isn't that everything except news, sport and service articles such as weather?" he asked.

She smiled and said her department people liked to think so but 'news' covered a much wider spectrum than hard news. Reporting politics, for example.

"Much of our material comes from agencies and regular contributors. You if you join us you'll be principally attached to our specialists investigating and compiling backgrounders and interviewing personalities. The later demands high-standard photography and you show expertise in portraiture. We always have been dumped with ageing news-trained photographers in the belief they can take any kind of photograph expertly."

"Each person for her or her specialty."

"Exactly Col. So this time I've been attempting to find a photographer with a worldly attitude with a bent towards portrait photography and that picture we ran this morning of that black lady stepping through that flower garden exploded on my senses. That's why I asked that you be brought to me."

"Well I'm more than interested. My status at present is jobless and I'm hungry to get going."

They talked for another hour before Mrs Manning completed her discussion with Col. Satisfied he was what her department required she had her PA take him to sign a three-year contract.

Col left the building after that and returned fifteen minutes later and handed two six-packs of Coors Lite beer to Belinda and said, "For you and Jack. As a result of Jack handing across my photo I have a job as features photographer.

"Oh that's lovely Col," Belinda said, kissing him.

Col had his check cashed by the newspaper's cashier and purchased two six-bottle packs of Budweiser American Ale that he handed to the surprised Arthur at the suit hire store.

"How much for me to buy this suit and a quality tux pal?"

"Just a minute. Mr Haber will have to attend to this request but we have sell-offs occurring all the time. I'll persuade him to be generous."

Col went home with two suits and during the weekend shifted into more expensive and better accommodation. Although it still was a rooming house he had his own bathroom and a kitchenette.

Waiting anxiously at the bar, Col was relieved when Cindy came in and smiled at him hugely.

"They published your photograph. Congratulations."

"Thanks and they paid for it." He attempted to hand Cindy three hundred bucks but she refused to take it or allow him to buy her a drink.

"No, we had our contract."

"The newspaper offered me a job and I've accepted."

"Oh good for you," she said, patting his hand. "Luck comes to some of us."

"That was a nice thing to say."

She smiled and said saying lovely things came easy to her. You know Col I'm really disappointed you're not black."

He grinned knowing what she was really saying.

As they were leaving Col handed Belinda's business card to Cindy. "Call this lady; she has contact details of three modeling agencies who called her office asking for your phone number."

"Do you mean modeling agencies or model's agents?"

"I know nothing. Belinda has the details. This could lead to your big break baby."

"You're a real darling Col. God I wish you were black."

"Being white is okay by me Cindy. I'm used to it."

CHAPTER 2

Col arrived at the newspaper on Monday morning and Mrs Manning's PA took him to his office. All the photography was digital and the printer in the room was top quality for photography. The PA had already set up his computer with a password that later in the day Col changed to one the IT department was unlikely to be able to crack. This was against the rules in the electronic Personal Handbook he'd read over the weekend but Col usually was flexible about rules.

The PA took him into the general office where the seven specialists were housed in shoulder height glass booths. She introduced Col as the people straggled in. During the wait the PA explained that Mrs Manning's deputy made the assignments and discussed suggestions. Mrs Manning worked as the liaison person with the city editor, the editor and worked on policy, budgets and trouble-shooting.

"Does everyone call her Mrs Manning?"

"Not the editors. She's the niece of the chairman/publisher and has been in her position for twenty-six years after five years in our bureau in Washington and three years before that in our office in City Hall.

"Something of an institution?"




Bad-Ass Days



"We think of her as that. You with your manner and manners may find her a nice person rather that a know-all who likes her people to kiss ass."

"That's very informative Wendy. Thank you."

"Ah here's our senior writer, Rita Mitchell. Last in as usual, fiery, unreliable and very talented."

"And very beautiful."

Revealing her claws, Wendy said, "Men appear to think so."

Col glanced again at Rita, thinking she oozed sexuality.

Wendy made the introductions.

"Hi Col. Nice suit but where's the tie?"

"I just wear black polos under my suit. In hot weather I change to white business shirts with no tie and no jacket."

"Well that simply won't do."

"I'm a photographer Rita not one of your trained monkeys. If you want a photographer who wears a tie with a suit get a photographer who dresses like that."

"Very well," Rita glared.

"You have the Charlton interview in fifteen minutes."

"Oh damn, that time was brought forward on Friday. Thanks Wendy. You'll have to do Col, get ready."

"Not until you tell me you accept me accompanying you without a tie. I don't like the thought of your being bitchy about this putting me off my work."

"Oh Col darling, you look very modern without a tie. How daring of your to break a company rule on your first day. I find this very acceptable."

"God, you two are going to fight like two dogs," Wendy sighed. "Well I'm off."

They took a cab to the Excelsior hotel. 

Col said, "You appear to have a great body as well as a great face. Are you up to posing nude for me."

Rita's cold look chilled the cab.

They rode on in silence.

As they were walking into the hotel foyer Rita said, "I might consider posing in underwear. Everyone I've been talking with has mentioned that your photo of that Afro-American we ran front page Friday."

"Oh so you noticed it?"

"Not only noticed. It blew me away. She was captured gazelle-like."

"You have big ones. We'd have to do something different with you."

Miss Ice strode on ahead of him.

Rita thawed as soon as the cropped blonde lithe marathon runner stood and looked at her watch.

"I apologize for being two minutes late Miss Goode but my photographer here is new and I had to wait for him to sort out what camera to bring."

Col muttered in French whores who lied need their ass paddled and was shocked to see both females looking at him murderously.

Christ they both spoke French!

"I-I'll look for a suitable background," he said lamely.

Rita said in French 'Born an ape always an ape' and Miss Goode laughed.

Col slunk outside to distance himself and saw a bellboy in uniform replacing a flag. He spoke to the kid and slipped him twenty bucks and walked inside and poured himself a coffee.

When Rita stood Col nodded to the kid and walked over and said, "Roxie I'd like you outside for the photograph."

"Her name is Roseanne but she's Miss Goode to you," Rita practically spat.

"How did you know my nickname is Roxie?"

"Your father Reg told me. I was standing alongside him two years ago when you ran the Paris Marathon."

'Oh you were there and I guess that's why you speak French."

"Well yes but I only speak English in this country."

"Oh that's so believable," Roseanne said, slapping Rita on the shoulder and laughing.

Col took the photo of Roseanne pulling up the flag on the pole. Col had explained the caption should be, 'Aiming to raise the American Flag at the Olympics' and both women thought that was a stunning idea.

"Col is so refreshing," Roseanne told Rita. "Most newspaper photographers and TV cameramen get down low to emphasize my legs because I have practically no breast development. Their shots look so static which is the opposite how I wish to be portrayed."

"Yeah and that's why women think of men as pigs," Col said. Both women thought that was hilarious.

In the ride back to the newspaper offices Rita said, "It appears you might turn out to be quite a surprise to me Col. Now please apologize for calling me a whore."

"Nah."

"Why ever not?"

"Because if the tag doesn't fit there's no need to apologize."

That left Rita speechless.

Back in his office Col downloaded the shots from his camera, picked the best three and after editing them emailed three to Rita and his message stated, "You pick the one you prefer and file it with your story. You ooze sexiness but that's all. I apologize for mislabeling you. I know I created the thought but no way did I believe it."

The reply came minutes later. "Great pix. I selected XS 0003. Your label was a bit over the top. I accept your apology. Wendy is right, you and I are destined to fight but I'm used to that as is the guy the have lived with for some years.'

Ah, Col thought. Another one not available.

He spent the next hour examining the equipment he'd inherited with the job and then found an email from Mrs Manning.

"Great photo. 100% approval rating on your first assignment because Rita says you were great and impressed Miss Goode. Well done Col. Now for something personal. One of my granddaughters is staying with me. A lovely girl but is rapidly becoming bored as she knows no one in this city. Would you come to dinner tomorrow night and perhaps cheer her up. Milly."

So Mrs Manning had a first name, he grinned. Why him, newest guy in Features? Oh yeah, he had not had time to earn demerit points. Obviously the whore comment had not been disclosed. Mrs Manning would be in her early sixties so how old was the granddaughter? She could be anything up to, um twenty-four, but that would be stretching it. She'd said a lovely girl. Hell, she might only be fourteen! Then again... Col decided to accept the invitation. The reply email gave him the time and address he required. 

* * *

Kelly yawned and said, "Gran inviting one of your boring journalists to entertain me over dinner was quite unnecessary. What do you think Gramps?"

"I find all newspaper people apart from your grandmother boring."

"There, see?"

Her grandmother retorted, "The description journalist is too broad. He's actually a photographer."

"Oh god, we can now say boring, boring. He'll only talk about angle of light, implied motion and other technicalities."

"He's the photographer who took that photo we ran front page last Friday."

"Ohmigod. That was an amazing photo. That woman captured spring in her step..."

"Was that implied motion in still photography."

"Yes Gramps... oh you cunning man. I haven't changed my mind. He'll be boring."

"Darling I don't have anyone who works for me who is boring simply because I do the hiring."

"Okay, tell me about him."

"His father is a retired Ambassador. His mother is a visiting professor in literature. He was born here, his mother coming home from Italy for the birth. His name is Colin Neville Cully, he is twenty-eight and is well educated."

"Oh yes, he has a diploma in still photography."

"Actually he has masters in English Lit/Political Science and in Visual Arts/photography and is fluent in English, French, Italian and Spanish."

"But I thought he was unemployed? He must be a dummy with those qualifications not to have secured work?"

"He only arrived back in this country after spending almost a year on a yacht circumnavigating the globe."

"Ohmigod, he sounds interesting. Er a little interesting. Doe he know I'm only nineteen?"

"It's for him to find out if you are a grumpy bored teenage or a refined young lady of allure."

"Of what?"

"Allure means..."

"I know what it means. I just can't believe it's how you recommend your granddaughter behaves."

"Anything to get some life into you darling. You are depressing the tenor of this household."

"Oh thanks. Do I call him Colin or Col?"

"Normal procedure is to call a person the name he or she is introduced."

"Oh Gran you are actually teaching me quite a few things that are useful."

Col arrived at the apartment dressed in a multi-colored thick shirt, fawn linen pants and new brown loafers with a sweater thrown over his shoulder.

Mrs Manning met him at the door and accepted the bouquet of spring flowers with thanks. "Please call me Milly."

Inside the elegant apartment she introduced Col to her husband Frank, describing him as a retired radio network chief executive and then in came Kelly whose appearance caused Milly's eyes to flutter. Kelly wore a strapless velvet black dress, black patterned stockings and black high-heels.

"Col this is my granddaughter Kelly."

Col endeared himself to Kelly immediately. Looking a little shocked and saying, "Wow. Do you do nude modeling."

Kelly giggled and Milly said sharply, "Col!"

"It's okay Milly. It's a line I use as an ice-breaker. It puts women on the defensive and...

"Perhaps you might care to assess my body now," Kelly said, reaching for her zip.

"Kelly!" her grandmother panicked.

"Yes Kelly, behave. Didn't you expect this guy to be boring?"

"Gramps, you know I'm a kidder." 

Her grandfather said no he didn't know that, causing Kelly to blush.

"Well as I said it was an icebreaker," Col said. "Aren't we off to a good start? The truth is Kelly you are extremely photogenic."

"We don't have a good photograph of Kelly and I don't think her parents do, at least not since school days."

"Well that will be a decade ago," Col said kindly and added, "Perhaps I should take you somewhere Sunday and rectify that."

"To your boudoir?"

"Kelly!"

"I was thinking somewhere in the Gallery of Art Milly. Perhaps you might like to chaperone us?"

"No that won't be necessary and I think the environment of the gallery would be a lovely setting for a portrait."

"Good. Wear that dress with red shoes and a matching red necklace Kelly or preferably a red neck scarf, one of those short ones that you tie."

"That sounds very tasteful. Okay it's a date."

"As well as a movie and then dinner tomorrow night?"

"I suppose so if you can be bothered taking out an nineteen-year old?"

"Nineteen. I'd picked you as being about twenty-six?"

Kelly flushed with pleasure although calling him a liar.

* * *

Col picked the movie, about a female Russian spy.

As soon as the main feature began he circled Kelly's shoulder with his arm and pulled him against him. She went to whisper to him and was kissed, very pleasantly.

She said, "Gran said I wasn't to allow you to seduce me."

"And what was your reply?"

There was no response so Col said he only seduced women.

Kelly hesitated and then dropped a hand on to his thigh.

At dinner Col said, "I have no intention of having full-on sex with you just yet. Let's see how we go. If we have a few dates my attitude and might change but then so might yours."

"I won't be stopping you."

"Young lady, please accept this advice. Never be too eager to have sex; it's uncouth."

"Oh really?"

On Sunday they were ordered to leave the gallery and did before security arrived.

Col had taken one of his own cameras, a Canon 5D Mark 11 and had ignored notices prohibiting photography (well he wasn't using flash or directly photographing exhibits). He'd taken a string of shots and then asked Kelly to remove her dress. She was only too ready to oblige and that's when an elderly man remonstrated with them and when told by Col to shove off he hurried away, steaming, to find an official.

Before the spoiler arrived back with an official Col had the shot he wanted.

He and Kelly left but were stopped at the entrance by security. Col suggested Kelly go on home and he was ordered to hand over his camera. Col waited until Kelly had gone before ceasing to argue and handed over his bag.

The security guy tested the weight of the bag and grinned, saying to Col, "Cunning swine."

"Why is he cunning Dan?" asked the other uniformed guard.

"Take a look in the bag," Dan said.

The other guy looked shocked. "There's no camera in the bag. Request permission to search him."

"The wife or girlfriend waltzed out with the camera you dope."

"Oh, tricky. Should we take him into our office and punish him?"

Dan handed Col his bag and told him to leave and to never return. "You're lucky I'm feeling tolerant today and haven't call the cops to chase after your lady."

"Thank you sir. Enjoy the rest of your shift," Col said politely.

Col caught up with Kelly who wanted an ice cream. He bought it for her and then showed her the shots in the viewer of the camera.

"Ohmigod, these are unbelievable."

They parted, Col kissing Kelly on the mouth, this time as if he really meant it. "You have a terrific body. I knew you would."

"Oooh."

"Off you go. I'm off to my studio to edit and print out some copies for you."

Oooh."

They arranged to go to dinner Tuesday night.

The doorbell of the apartment went, answered by Frank, but by the time he got the door open no one was there. But there were three A4 envelopes on the door mat. He gave one to Milly who opened it and said, "Ohmigod."

It was a beautiful portrait of Kelly.

"I must ask Col to print me out another copy A2 size and I'll have it framed," he said.

"He's a damn good photographer," Frank said, eyeing the photo of his beautiful granddaughter. "Perhaps he ought to be engaged to photograph my two ugliest grandchildren."

"We have no ugly grandchildren and you damn well know that Frank. They're all beautiful."

He sighed, "Yes dear."

When Kelly came in she opened her envelope and said it was the same photo Gran had and the one addressed to 'Kelly's mom' would be the same.

"Show me the one without your dress on," Milly requested.

Kelly colored.

"Well come on."

She handed over the envelope and Milly took out the second print. Kelly without the neck scarf and in a black lace bustier, black thong, black stockings and red shoes, was leaning against a cream pillar, hands behind her back, one leg a little forward than the other and standing half turned away from the camera.

"Ohmigod, this is so wonderful," said Milly.

Kelly's mouth dropped open.

"This is near obscene," said her grandfather but Milly snorted, "It's art you fool."

The next weekend was Kelly's last before she went home before returning to college. She had a chat with her Gran and then called Col.

"Hi, are you in a good mood."

"Always."

"Are you still interested in seducing me?"

"Always."

She giggled. "Gran says we can have the lake cabin this weekend. As you know I leave for home Monday."

"Are you sure Gran includes me in you staying at the lake?"

"They were taking me to the lake Saturday anyway. You have been invited there for lunch and she and granddad will return home mid-afternoon. Gran then told me about her first older man when she was at college."

"Well that sounds like approval to me."

"I'll call her to the phone if you want confirmation."

Col said, "No your word is good enough. I like you but don't love you; you do understand that?"

"Yes of course but I like you enough to want you to fuck me."

"Wow."

"Yes wow," she laughed, sounding very happy.

Milly and Frank headed off just after 3:00 on Saturday. As she was leaving Milly eyed Col coolly and then hugging him said, "This is what she really wants." 

She offered no advice or cautions and Col respected her for that.

Col and Kelly went arm-in-arm for a walk, stopping to kiss more intensely in the cooling air as they neared their return to the cabin. They raced inside panting, both quite worked up.

Closing the door Col lifted her up on to the table and ripped off her panties.

"Ohmigod, this is what I've dreamt about," Kelly trilled.

As soon as Col had the condom on he pushed in gently, Kelly gurgling and smiling at him and getting her top up and bra down and wriggling her tits at him. The nipple-erect breasts were left begging until Col was fully in and then he went for them and was hugged by the squealing young woman who began pumping her ass at him.

They had a great time and after resting Kelly poured wine while Col cooked. She had little idea about cooking but could do eggs several ways and frozen fries or frozen pizza.

"God you'd make a fine catch for a woman," she said, as they sat nude eating oven baked steak with scrumptious mushroom and garlic gravy.

"Thanks and may I say you fuck like a pro."

"No you can't," Kelly said coloring.

"Er, I meant with matured professional-rating quality."

"Oh you can say that and say it a thousand times," she smiled.

They went home next afternoon tired and very happy. Kelly said she'd remember that weekend for the rest of her life. Frank invited Col to stay for dinner and Milly kept smiling whenever looking at Kelly and Col.

Col virtually forgot about the weekend next morning when walking in on Rita Mitchell who was bending over her filing cabinet.

"Great ass."

She finished what she was doing and straightened up, red-faced.

"How dare you."

"I thought women like being communicated with."

"Not in that manner."

"So you prefer I keep my appreciative thoughts to myself."

"Appreciative?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Well... oh I'm sorry. Tell me again."

"Your skirt is short today and I saw right up to your stocking tops. You have great legs Rita and that leather skirt was tight over you shapely ass. My comment came out involuntarily."

"Involuntarily?"

"Absolutely."

"In that case I shall treasure your comment because I know you do appreciate women with good figures. Now today I am to do a profile of the new president of the Chamber of Commerce. She's dry as oats and looks like a horse so please do your best with a photograph. We are due at the chamber office at 10:15."

"No ask that we meet her at her home. People relax better in their familiar environment. Give her that advice."

Rita appeared to be biting her tongue. "Very well."

At the home Col noticed a huge tabby cat asleep on the sofa in the sunroom. He went outside and walked around and Rita called him when she was done.

"Mrs Ogden I'd like to take a photo of you sitting in that whicker chair on the deck nursing your cat."

"Very well but I must say I don't like having my photograph taken."

"But as chamber president you will be photographed and filmed by the media countless times."

"Yes I know. There are downsides to every job."

Cranky bitch, Col thought. When he'd set her up he said he'd be moving about to get the best angle for light and shadow. "Just ignore me although keep eyeing the camera."

"I think this one is the shot," Col said, showing Mrs Ogden the image at the back of his camera. 

She reacted with delight, the smile showing that. "Oh my, what an excellent photo. You deserve a medal young man." 

Two days later Col was having lunch in the newspaper's café and Rita spotted him and joined him. They chatted for a few minutes and then she said, "In ten days I'm off to Indianhead Mountain overnight to interview Mardi Jones, a recently-retired ballerina originally from here. She's the managing-editor's youngest sister. Mardi and her husband have just taken over the resort they purchased last year. It means an overnight stay and a long drive. Do you wish to be the photographer or should I ask for someone from the pool. Mrs Manning thinks you should go but she doesn't know if you'd like all that time for just one assignment. I think that was code for saying you won't want to spend all that time in my company."

"No I'll go. I've read about that resort. Um what sort of relationship may I have with you?"

"Col!"

He was aware that wasn't said with rejection.

"I heard you recently dumped the guy you were living with after catching him using drugs."

"Well people around here gossip far too much," she fumed.

"Um gossip is really connected with what this newspaper does."

"Well gossip about other people is fine."

"Sorry. I ought to have known you'd be sensitive still about the break in your relationship."




Bad-Ass Days



"Well you thought correctly."

"Perhaps you should..."

"No I prefer you as my photographer. We'd been earning kudos doing some great work together. Have you seen the letters in the newspaper and on our website."

"Yeah but then we deserve that reaction."

She laughed and looked more relaxed.

Rita and Col left for the resort just after 11:00. Rita had asked Col to drive.

"That's breaking a rule which says when reporters travel with photographers the reporter drives unless there are compelling reasons justifying the contrary."

"Since when have you begun biding by rules?"

Col grinned.

They stopped mid-afternoon for a grill. In the booth their knees touched. She didn't pull hers away so Col applied pressure and she pressed back.

"This is cozy," he grinned.

She colored and said, "I can't stop thinking about you. Should I try to change our complimentary accommodation?"

"To what?"

"From two rooms to a double you dope."

"Yeah."

Rita made the call and arranged that.

She put her phone in her handbag and turned to Col and he kissed her.

"God I wanted that," she said as they pulled away when the waitress arrived with their meals.

When the waitress left Col said Rita ought not to allow her emotions to run away on her as a result of the break-up.

"You have been growing on me slowly since the day we first met."

He smiled. "It thought your treatment of me was softening."

"Let's have a really passionate stay Col; I need it and want it."

"Anything to please a lady. I can't wait to get at those tits."

"Oh god Col; whoa back a bit."

While Rita was registering the receptionist made a call and an elegant slim woman in her mid-forties came out and she and Rita kissed lightly and warmly, telling Col they'd met before.

"Mardi this is my photographer Col Cully. I-I've brought him here for more than a photo shoot."

"Darling we are very discreet here. Welcome Col. I have seen an example of your work. I stayed overnight with my aunt a week ago and saw the portrait of her daughter Kelly Ryan."

"Ah yes, taken in our city museum."

"Kelly showed me the other version of that photo. Um very artistic."

"While I'm here I can do something similar for you."

"Something similar... you mean nude?"

"If that's what you want."

"My husband would love one of my pussy."

"That's okay. They can be made to look almost attractive."

"God you two, should I leave you for this private discussion?" Rita said, not smiling.

Mardi grinned. "Come on darling, we're talking art photography. Don't exclude yourself."

Their suite looked across the flank of the closer hills to more distant mountains.

"Oh what a beautiful outlook," Rita purred. "Thank you Mardi."

"You are away from the noisy pool area and you'll have a beautiful dawn to look at. Call reception when you are ready for dinner and they'll call Carl and me. We'll join you for dinner. Oh that knock means your bottle of champagne is arriving and signals time for me to go. The Jacuzzi is ready for you."

Col undressed Rita and gave her clipped pussy a couple of licks to establish possession. He then slapped her bare ass and told her to get into the pool. He undressed and picked up the champagne and two unbreakable flutes and joined her.

Once they had toasted one another Rita wanted to know all about how he'd photographed Mrs Manning's granddaughter. She was told everything.

"And how will Mardi be photographed privately?"

"Well her pussy will have to be facing the camera."

Rita turned scarlet and said, "Oh god."

Col fixed that. He kissed her, taking her head gently in his hands and turned her head without meeting resistance until their lips were near aligned. He looked at her eyes... they were wide and bright, the green very green. Still feeling a little shunned by society since he'd returned to the country and having to scratch really hard to generate any casual work until landing this job he hesitated. What if she pulled away and rejected him? Staying in the same room together like this would be a nightmare. But the dilemma was removed for him.

"Kiss me," Rita said huskily, holding her nerve.

They kissed, both with their eyes open. Hers were emerald green; his a washy blue.

Slowing her eyes closed so he closed his and then felt her tongue at his lips so opened wide and their tongues touched, sending a shiver through her. Tongue play commenced and Rita took his right hand and lowered it slowly on to a breast.

God, the nipple was up hard; she was ready to be fucked.

Take it slowly, he admonished. No way will she go off the boil in this setting and this set-up. Her hand on his over her tit eased away and he ran the space between two fingers around a nipple and squeezed slightly and felt extra air gush from her nostril and her body shook again. Then that freed hand of hers dropped on to his thigh and searched for his erection.

Rita broke from the kiss. "Ohmigod, what's this... it's huge!"

She pulled away and with her free hand turned off the jets. They looked down at her hand with long white fingers with red-painted tips grasped around his dick.

"It's extra thick but not too much beyond normal length, according to what women had told me."

"Well that's not going up my ass," she giggled.

"It's presumptuous to anticipate," he said and she giggled again and turning in closer leant down and licked around his left nipple and then bit it.

Col jumped and cried "Bitch!" and she asked innocently was that his new name for her.

He simply smiled and snaked his hand from her tit down between her legs and two fingers sank into her with relative ease. Ah this babe is built for a thick cock he thought and watched her mouth open and her head fall back as her turned those two fingers over and began working them.

"Oh Col, oh Col," she wheezed.

He was still tossing up how long to wait before entering her when there was a swirl of water as Rita stood. She backed into him and lowered on to his dick. "Sorry, can't wait. My entire body is screaming for this," she said.

"It's fine, I want it too," he said, cupping both tits before lowering his hands to cup her ass cheeks for assisted lifting to make fucking him easier for her. He was surprised she'd not waited to roll a condom on him. Well he was confident of not catching anything off her and no condom signaled she was protected against pregnancy. At least he hoped she was because he had a huge load ready for delivery. It was almost a month since he'd last fucked. 

She was splashing water and sinking into about seven inches of cock each time she bottomed out on his thighs but that didn't appear to worry her. 

"Squeeze my tits hard... I'm about to come," she yelled.

Col obliged and she threw her head back screaming into orgasm. Col only just jerked his head sideways to avoid an all-mighty head collusion.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod. That was a real fuck," she cooed stretching and arm back to pat his head while saying he was such a good boy.

"I'm ready to keep going to get you off."

"No out on to the carpet... I want to grab your swinging tits while going at you doggie."

"Ohmigod, you make that sound utterly revolting," Rita said with a big smile, staggering from the spa bath and having difficulty keeping her balance. But she was soon on her knees, butt up and smiling, turning her face around awkwardly to be kissed when he was fully in.

"I said it before and I'll say it again, you fuck really well."

"And you," he said, squeezing her tits. "Obviously we both like having sex. You have a great body."

"Oooh," she said, squeezing him internally.

Col shunted her a few inches forward as he slammed into his climax, his face twisting and then that changed to an enormous leer, knowing he'd just nailed a real babe.

They slept until the clock-alarm sounded.

While Rita was getting ready Col called reception and gave the time they'd be going to the main restaurant to pass on to Mardi. He asked that Mardi and her husband be asked to wear formal attire. 

"But it's not Saturday evening or a formal event," said the receptionist.

"Tell them it is for the photographer.

"You look great in a tux," Rita said, dressed only in underwear. "I'm going down to look for suitable spot to locate to photograph Mardi with Carl.

"Okay. I'll meet you outside the restaurant at 8:30."

"No in the bar of the restaurant. I don't wish to be waiting twiddling my fingers."

"Okay, for the occasional man I often do as instructed."

Col grinned and kissed her shoulders.

The maitre d' took Col around the restaurant, careful not to disturb early diners, but Col saw nothing that interested him. He went out on to the terrace and saw it. He went to reception and was put through to Mardi.

"Col speaking Mardi. This is urgent. Can you and Karl be down in the restaurant within five minutes? The setting won't wait for the shot I have in mind."

"What of me nude?"

"Mardi, please. Five minutes."

Mardi and Karl arrived almost at a run, eight minutes after Col had called.

"Sorry," she said. "I was in the bath when you called."

Col, his camera hanging from his neck, had difficulty believing a woman could get off her ass so quickly when going out formerly. Actually she looked great. 

"Oh the moon, still low," Mardi cried as she was virtually pushed out on to the terrace.

"Yes, no time to lose," he said, placing her into position and pushing Karl in beside her. He then said, "You hair looks too perfect. Rough it up a bit... no not you Karl. Now Mardi drape your arm affectionately around Karl's neck and down over his right shoulder. That's it but just push your left knee forward slightly Mardi."

Col took eight shots.

"Right Karl stand at the door and don't let anyone out her. Mardi strip."

"What here?"

"Yes."

"Everything."

"Yes."

Karl stepped forward and said, "Now look here Col..."

"Shut up Karl," Mardi said. "Guard the door. I requested an exclusive nude shot for you."

Looking ready to hit Col, Karl shuffled back to the French doors. "I'm keeping an eye on you Col so no funny business."

"Karl, for Christ sake," Mardi giggled. "Col is a professional."

Col instructed Mardi to adopt a ballet position.

"Can you bow your legs and push that bald pussy forward?"

They looked at one another and grinned, hearing the hiss of Karl sucking in air between clenched teeth.

"Now hands above your head sweetheart as if you were clasping a bowl of fruit."

Mardi did that and Col asked her to pull her hands closer by a couple of inches.

"That's too much. That's good, hold it."

The camera was mounted low on a tripod. Col got down on to his knees to look through the viewfinder. He directed Mardi to make three minor changes and then made one exposure at full-strength flash, one at 70% and then turned off the flash and connected a hand-help flash and held that facing the white façade of the building for bounce flash and took the third and final exposure.

"Get dressed."

"I like standing here like a moron and freezing."

Karl shouted, "Mardi!"

"Oh all right darling. I just wanted to make sure Col took a good look at my body."

They sat at the bar with champagne cocktails and Karl and Mardi, sitting on either side of Col, came in much closer to see the images he'd taken that Col displayed individually on the 3in LCD viewfinder.

The couple liked the formal photo, Karl saying it looked very romantic and noted Col had asked her to push her knee forward because that make her look standing less posed.

"Now for the nudes," Col said. "They are all roughly the same but this one is my pick."

"Ohmigod," Mardi said, sounding thrilled and added, "Is that a good representation of my pussy darling."

Karl ignored that and said, "You look like the moon maiden." He was of course, looking at the rising moon that Mardi appeared to be holding in her up stretched hands. That's an amazing photograph, simply amazing."

When Rita arrived she was shown only the formal photos of the couple.

Col took several shots of Rita interviewing Mardi seated on an expansive lawn next morning and then moved in a took a series of facial close-ups of Mardi as her expressions changed, ranging from serious and reflective to full mouth open laughing. Layout editors liked running a strip of such photography on longer feature articles.

Finally Col stood on a chair for elevation to capture the two women talking with a peacock on full display just beyond them.

Karl had taken Rita to the village to the store of a noted silversmith so Col and Mardi were alone for a pre-lunch drink.

"I don't know how you feel about this Col but I've attempted to have Karl have sex with me and then you immediately take a photo of me with my pussy lips swollen and over signs of sex."

"Ah Mardi..."

"But he refused to do it. Would you fuck me and then take the photos?"

Col was embarrassed and said he felt he couldn't. "This is my first time with Rita and it's going very well. I rather not do anything to lessen my chances of turning it into a longer relationship."

"But I want you to fuck me. Can't you see? I'm attracted to you and would like a quick fling. We can do it before they get back. They'll never know and you won't have to take any photos."

"Mardi I'm regret I cannot take up your amazing offer for the reason I said earlier. Please understand."

Mardi pouted. "I guess I do understand. I'm going off to attend to accounts. I'll see you with the others for lunch."

As they drove off early afternoon, Rita ran her hand along the driver's thigh. "That was simply beautiful sex after we awoke this morning. I can't ever recall being made to come three times before breakfast."

Col laughed and said he hadn't been counting and he agreed, yes it had been sweet and absorbing. "You are a beautiful lover."

He heard the hiss of a sharp intake of breath.

A little later Rita asked Col what he'd thought about Rita, truthfully.

"Plenty of personality, yearning to be back in her former life I'd think."

"I thought similarly. She appears over-sexed. Did she offer you a crack at her?"

"Yes this morning when you left for the village."

Rita swallowed and said she thought so.

"I turned her down, saying I was committed to you."

Rita's hand was back on Col's thigh.

"Committed to me?" 

Col drawled, "Yes was that comment so unexpected?"

"Well I guess saying you turned her down was more unexpected. My impression is men never turn down an opportunity."

"That could be true for some guys, probably the minority."

Rita bristled and said that revelation had changed her opinion of that disgusting woman.

"Why?"

"Why not?" she scowled.

Col said thoughtfully that being a ballerina since a kid meant Mardi had been forced to take an almost fanatical interest in her body until retirement and perhaps now in retirement that had eased and she'd become aware of bodily extravagances."

"Like having more sex and watching fluids flow, ha!"

"Well then what's your theory?"

Rita scowled and said the bitch was a whore.

"I watched my cum easing out of you late yesterday with pride."

"Oh Christ, I'm being unreasonable aren't I?"

Col said perhaps. "Was Mardi anything but pleasant with you?"

"She was delightful, at all times."

Col took it carefully. "So as far as you can recall no way did she emote as perhaps you think a whore might emote or behave."

He glanced at Rita and saw her turn away and look out the side window.

"Please forget I ever made that whore comment. It was so unreasonable and thanks for discussing this. My mind got out of usual alignment. I guess I became a little emotional when learning she'd made a hit on you."

"Fair enough. Perhaps you should write about how you found her and about what she said."

"I don't judge people I write about morally Col." "Okay. Just remember you said that."

They drove along in silence for a while.

Later at a coffee stop Rita said, "Col I'd like to continue having sex with you but I can't."

Rita was annoyed when he replied unhelpfully, "Can't you?"

"Yes," she said, pulling her sunglasses down on to her face. "Office romances are frowned upon. Come on, let's go."

Once underway Col said, "If you don't want people to know you and I are having it off then that's okay, just work with a pool photographer in future."

"Col that's unfair and pressuring me."

He muttered, "Everything is about you, isn't it. To hell with my thoughts and feelings."

"Oh Col please," Rita said, squeezing his arm. "This is not a rejection of you."

"What is it?"

"I told you. There is pressure from upper management discoursing office romances. I wish to continue my career path within the company..."

"So you effectively lick dick by complying."

"Some of our senior execs are women."

He grinned.

She looked at him and then became aware of the suggestive implication of her comment.

They both began laughing until Rita told him he ought not make foul comments like that in normal conversation.

They fell silent again.

After due consideration Rita said, "Perhaps I should put having a lover ahead of promotion."

"It's your decision Rita. Just remember you are thirty-two and each year more and more guys in your age group are removing themselves from the pool through marriage. But when you are forty and unmarried a number of them will be reappearing as divorcees."

"Oh god." "Don't feel under pressure about age Rita. That could leave you uptight and unhappy. Instead concentrate on making good decisions about your personal life."

"So what is your interest? Just the opportunity to fuck me legless."

"Well I'd be a liar if the said no but it's not just about sex. You are now finding since the break-up what it is like going home to an empty apartment, having something to get off your chest but there's no one listening, to cook for more than yourself and have someone cooking for you, holding your hand, taking you to the movies and eating out with you and pinching your ass in a crowded elevator or lifting up the back of your skirt when you are walking up stairs and sitting quietly with that person in a gallery, looking at art and reflecting."

"My god, I wasn't aware your thoughts extended like that."

"Which suggest you simply regard me as a photographer ready to unzip over you."

"That's no fair."

"Isn't it? Well I know fuck all about you and it came as a real surprise that your reputation in the office is well off center, that you are much more than a selfish, single-minded bitch which is how some of your colleagues described you. From you I've experienced warmth and charm and glimpsed a loving nature as well as the bitchiness others talk about."

"Oh god."

"Have you been guilty of trying too hard and being too intent on getting promoted darling?"

"Oh god."

"Rita, make a careful decision. I don't want you feeling pressured into taking me on as your lover. Give me your decision Saturday. I promise whatever it is I'll remain available to work with you."

"Col I want your arms around me."

"Okay, I'll take this side road up ahead. This looks like sleepy country."

They pulled off the dirt road under trees spreading over a fence.

"I meant only a cuddle."

Col grinned with confidence. "Well we wouldn't wish to be exposed if you changed that intent, would we?"

She giggled and asked innocently whatever was he talking about.

They kissed and stroked and eventually Rita undid her bra. Col pulled up her top and bra to get at the big tits and soon had Rita moaning and pulled at his shirt with urgency. But he went slowly, aware her mind could change like the weather.

Eventually Rita pulled away and leaned well back in her seat and raised one leg over Col's shoulder. That was the kind of response he was waiting for. He dug in and ripped Rita's panties apart and buried his head. She urged him on, saying "Good boy". She lifted her other leg out until her strapped-up shoe was touching the windscreen while she played with his hair and ran a finger lightly and erotically into his outer ear.




Bad-Ass Days



Finally she called, "Come to me darling."

Col dropped his trousers and underpants and with some difficulty, cursing the design of modern cars, he clambered over the divider to get to her. Rita who was panting a bit guided him in and they were away, albeit a little uncomfortably.

As they drove off, completing a u-turn, Rita giggled, "God I hadn't intended taking you that far; I'm leaking everywhere."

"It's a company car," Col grinned, handing her the cloth meant for wiping misty windscreens.

"Who's the whore?"

"Not you darling. You were swamped emotionally by the need to connect."

She laughed and ask was Col sure he was only a photographer. He'd pulled her out of that hole she'd dug for herself verbally with brilliant thinking.

But then Col made her scowl, asking did she fuck excessively for a female features journalist.

Another period of silence followed until he glimpsed her smirking smile.

"Great fuck eh?"

She smiled, "Uncomfortable but pretty hot I do declare. The timing was perfect after you pushing me to the brink about my attitudes and behavior."

"None of us is perfect darling. Look at me landing back in my own country and impressing no one sufficiently to hire me until Belinda and her fiancé Jack Lewis combined to lead me into my big break."

"Fiancé? Jack and Belinda live together like a married couple. It's scandalous; they're brother and sister."

Col's dropped jaw almost hit the steering wheel.

CHAPTER 3

Col and Rita went to a movie and pizza dinner on Wednesday and were among the last of their office staff to leave the bar on Friday night but went home separately. Rita had kissed him and asked him to wait until she finalized her decision about a relationship.

Jack went to his rooming house suite ready for sex and so, frustrated, he went for coffee nearby where to his initial delight found Cindy Lightfoot with another woman. Cindy waved him over and introduced him to Della Swift. The 30-something was co-owner of a modeling agency and Cindy said Della had arrived to pick up Cindy and her possessions because they'd decided to live together.

"I've actually signed with a rival agency but during the talk with Della we realized we could easily get something going between us, so here we are."

"B-but Della is white," spluttered Col, being invited to sit with them.

"Yes but she's female darling. You know I don't do it with males."

Well Col hadn't known that. He smiled and congratulated the women, thinking oh the waste but then conceded perhaps that was a selfish male viewpoint although he couldn't imagine the mothers of these women shouting the news to their neighborhoods in delight.

Wow, what a fucked up world it was, he thought. An hour later his phone went.

"Hi Col, it's Belinda from Illustrations. Jack has just told me he'll be away overnight tomorrow with buddies going to a big game. Want to come over for um... to try my cooking?"

Shocked Col murmured that he had someone with him.

"Fuck you, where's your loyalty," yelled Belinda, cutting the call. 

Col rubbed his chin, almost ready to believe his mom who was always going on about rapid moral decline of the city. Well at least Rita only did it with guys and then only with the guy she was dating. Er that would be true, wouldn't it?

At the restaurant bar on Saturday night Col's dick almost tore through his zip as he spotted Rita approaching. She was quite a sight, causing a bit of a stir. She was in a white cocktail dress with a black choker. The dress finished halfway up her thighs so there was a huge expanse of great looking legs encased in lightly patterned fine black stockings. God one could see the bottoms of the lacy stuff that held them up. Col was on the verge of panting.

He'd not caught her eye so looked away to gather himself, hoping his erection would subside before he had to stand.

"Hi darling."

Col's dick mimicked a hardened steel bar with the realization this was a yes, a YES! No way would Rita dress like a sophisticated whore and call him darling unless she was ready to put him on a leash.

YEA!

He displayed the most charming of his array of smiles. "Oh hi. Oooh you look sensational. Oh-oh you're giving me a hard-on... can't stand."

"That okay darling, I'm flattered," Rita said, pushing in against him and kissing him, her hand grasping the lump beneath his pants.

Col opened his mouth and Rita's tongue snaked in.

They unhinged and she smiled, lifting up on her bar stool. Col could see she was wearing a thong.

Rita waited until Col had ordered for her before saying, "Management can promote me on professional merit rather than according to my exemplary subservience. I guess your dick had transmitted to you that my decision is to invite you to move in with me?"

"Yes," Col croaked.

"Splendid. I knew at least one of you has a brain. I believe this completes your assimilation back into your homeland darling."

THE END



Bad Baby



My friend Tim called my cell phone and insisted I come right over to his place because he bought something and he wanted me to see it. I finished up my workout at the gym and headed over there. I dried my hair with the roof of my car down as I drove to his condo. 

I let myself in like I always do and started looking around the place for him. I finally start calling out for him and he's in the bedroom. I carefully peek around the door to see if he's decent. I look in to the bedroom and I see Tim dressed up like a giant baby on the bed. He looks at me and calls me Mommy. 

I just looked at him. I'm sure the look on my face was priceless. I didn't know what to do or say. This was not your normal Tim behavior. 

"Will you be my Mommy?" he asked like a sweet little boy. I just kept staring at him, amazed at what I walked in on in that room. 

"Tim, where did this come from and why am I involved? You're wearing a –a –a diaper and a bib!" I finally stammered out. 

"I just want to try to be a submissive for once. I thought it would be fun." 

I went over to the bed and sat down. He cuddled up with me like a baby and I started to think maybe he was right about it being fun. I always told him if he didn't behave, I was going to spank him so maybe I gave him the idea that I was game for it. 

"He started to cry. I decided to play along with this. I've always liked a little roll playing in bed and Tim really deserved to be dominated in a big way. 

"What's the matter Timmy? Mommy's here. Tell Mommy what's the matter." I said, playing along with his scenario. 

"Timmy hungry, " he said. 

"What does Timmy want?" I asked. 

"Mommy feed Timmy milk from there." He pointed to my breasts and started to try and help himself. I pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and popped a breast out for him. As he sucked on my breast like a baby, I felt my pussy get wet and start contracting. I was getting turned on as he did it. He bit me as he nursed and I told him to stop or I was going to make him stop nursing. He then announced he was wet and needed to be changed. I just looked at him and wondered if he really did do what he said he did. Tim insisted that I check his diaper. The only thing I found was a raging hard on.

"Timmy, you don't have a dirty diaper. Mommy must punish you for that." 

I rolled him over and playfully smacked him on the ass and told him what a bad boy he was. He obviously liked it because he got harder. It made me hot to have control over him for once. Every other time we've been together, he was the one who took over our love making sessions. Being tied to his giant four-poster bed was a common occurrence. Tim was used to being in control. At work, in bed, in sports, he was just a very competitive person.

I got up and stripped out of my clothes. I told Tim to lie on his back. I straddled his face and forced him to lick me.

"Timmy, lick Mommy like a good boy. MMMM faster. Yes that's it. Keep going Timmy. Mommy likes this." I was going nuts and I liked making him eat me because it was always the other way around. I was always sucking him off. I really liked being the one in charge of our love making session. 

I moaned with pleasure as I came in his mouth. He licked me harder as my cream dripped on his face. I fell back on him and sighed heavily. For someone who didn't have much practice at oral sex, he was pretty good. He used the alphabet method on my clit and I loved it. 

I made him nurse on me again to keep the orgasm going. I loved having my breasts sucked on. He liked it too. As he sucked on me, I reached into his diaper and stroked his massive hard on. I wanted him inside me more than anything.

I made him take the diaper off with much protest. I went into his closet and grabbed 4 ties. I tied him to the four-poster bed and told him that I was going to punish him for all the times he tied me to the bed and tortured me.

I crawled on the bed between his legs and started to lick his thighs then I worked my way up to his rock hard shaft. I licked up the entire nine inches of his steel rod then rolled my tongue around the head. Precum glistened on his tip and I licked it off. Tim moaned as I put my whole mouth around his head. I tried to take most of him in my mouth, but he was huge. When his balls got hard, I stopped what I was doing so that he didn't release too soon. I was having fun with him and I wanted to torture him like he's always done to me. The head of his dick was super sensitive and I was enjoying stroking it lightly with my finger. 

I straddled his hips while facing away from him. I rubbed his cock with my wet slit and he was begging me to put him out of his misery and fuck him. 

I slipped my hot wet pussy on top of his rock hard cock and pulled myself down on top of him hard and fast. He moaned loudly. As his head rammed into my cervix, we both began to moan in unison. I started sliding up and down on his rod at a slow pace. He begged me to fuck him and I was more than glad to give him his wish. I was beyond hot and I needed to cum again before it started to hurt. I leaned back towards him and quickened my pace. I went even faster when I felt myself start to cum. He started to take control of my thrusting and we fucked faster and faster as he kept hitting my g-spot. Within seconds, I was going over the edge of orgasm. A few thrusts later and he was joining me. I felt his boiling hot cum smack the back of my convulsing pussy while his whole body violently convulsed. He kept cumming and cumming. I never saw him cum so much in all the times we had been together. He pulled out of me and there was a gush of cum pouring out. We laughed and I looked at him and said, " Guess who's sleeping in the wet spot tonight dear." 

I fell back on top of his chest and sighed. A few minutes later I regained my strength and untied him. He pulled me close and kissed me hard on the mouth. We fell asleep in each other's arms and when we woke up a few hours later, we were ready to go again.



Bad Babysitter



"Hey, Kim," he called out to the babysitter as she exited his house from the front door. He was just arriving home from a late business meeting. It was 9 o'clock. His wife must've just gotten home too from her weekly Thursday night tennis game. Smiling shyly she waved hello.

"Mrs. Reid just got home about 10 minutes ago," she announced, "Goodnight, Mr. Reid." She walked away several steps. "Oh, wait... do you still need me to babysit Saturday night? Mrs. Reid didn't mention it but I remember you mentioned it last Thursday..." 

"Uh...yeah," he stammered, "I, uh, didn't tell her that I was going to take her out. Are you available from 7 to 12 or so?" he asked. 

"Yeah, sure. Would I be able to have my friend over after the kids are in bed?" she asked innocently.

Not sure how to respond, he grinned. "Um, well do you mean your boyfriend or just a girlfriend of yours?"

Blushing, she quickly clarified that she had mentioned to a friend that she could hangout Saturday but just to have girl talk and watch a movie so she hoped she could invite her to their house so she could do both. "It wouldn't interfere at all with my ability to watch the kids and I'd only call her once they were asleep," she reassured him quickly.

"I don't see why that would be a problem, Kim. I mean, as long as you're not drinking or watching something loud or violent in case you wake the kids."

Thanking him quickly she waved goodbye again and turned to leave. Absently, he watched her walk away. He couldn't help but appreciate her well-developed 18 year old body under her loosely fitting grey t-shirt and her unbelievably short white jean shorts. Shaking his head from his admittedly inappropriate daydream he grabbed his jacket and bag from his SUV and walked inside. "Honey! I'm home!" he called out when he entered. 

Saturday night arrived quickly. He had successfully surprised his wife with an early anniversary dinner. They'd been married 10 years and the last 3 had been anything but easy. His new year's resolution had been to make an effort to repair their relationship to its former glory. 

When he told her he was taking her out and that he'd arranged to have the babysitter he knew she was happy. He hoped that happiness would translate into getting laid. It had been almost 5 weeks since he'd begged her for sex last time, and he was sick of begging her for attention. He hoped that this dinner date would get him lucky tonight. 

As she was finishing getting ready the doorbell rang. He had been sitting in their bedroom watching her get ready, stealing glimpses of her lacy underthings as she did her hair, half naked, in their joining bathroom mirror. Hearing the doorbell he knew it must be Kim and made his way downstairs. 

As he stepped down the stairs he could hear his two daughters greeting Kim with excitement. Each of them was trying to out-loud the other with giggles and requests for games to play. "Let her get in the door before you ask her to play, girls," he said sardonically, giving her an apologetic look and taking her coat. It was May but the air was still chilly in the evenings. Under her coat she was wearing a colourful but tight and thin tank top. The fit was loose and he could see her bra peeking out above the neckline. The tops of the cups he could see were black lace, instantly making him think of all the dirty things he wanted that night. Uncomfortable to be thinking these thoughts with her around, he cleared his throat and tried to reason with himself that he'd so recently been watching his wife that his mind was just in the gutter. 

Turning toward Kim he said, "So we've ordered pizza and it should arrive here in about 10 minutes." Taking out his wallet from his back pocket he pulled out crisp bills and handed them to her. "This should be enough to cover it. I made sure to order enough for you and your friend to have some as a snack later so feel free to have it, okay?"

"Oh, wow, thanks!" she said cheerily, taking the money from his outstretched hand. She hadn't thought of snacks for later. "I totally forgot to bring snacks, so that's perfect." 

"Good...okay so the girls should eat then you can play whichever game you like. We'd like them to get a bath around 8 or so and then, I mean, if you can, have them in bed before 9. We went for a big bike ride today so they should be tired by then." Nodding she smiled at him while he gave her the instructions. 

Mrs. Reid suddenly appeared on the stairs, "I'm ready to go, honey!" she announced to the room. "Hello, Kim! Thanks so much for watching the girls tonight! I'm sure a pretty girl like you had better offers for a Saturday night but I appreciate your watching them." 

"Hi Mrs. Reid, it's my pleasure. I love the girls and well, I can still have a fun Saturday night." 

"Bye girls," Mrs. Reid called to her girls. Lost in their game with their dolls they barely noticed her goodbye. 

Rolling her eyes and grabbing a coat she turned to her husband and smiled. "Ready, honey?" she asked. 

"Yep, let's get going. We have reservations to make!" Flashing his eyebrows at Kim, he reminded her, "My cell number is on the fridge if you need anything or have any questions." Smiling back she waved them out with exaggerated movements and turned to play with the girls. They left.

*** By 9:15 the girls were in bed and Kim called her friend to see what the plan was for the rest of the night. Her friend answered but decided to cancel their evening plans, saying she had to work early the next day. Slightly annoyed, Kim accepted her excuse and hung up the phone. Now what should I do? She thought. 

Sitting back on the couch and grabbing a slice of pizza she turned on the tv and began to watch an episode of a show she'd heard was good but never before watched. At home, she and her mother couldn't afford the specialty channels so she took advantage when she was here. At least the pizza's good, she thought to herself. 

Although the show was interesting, she couldn't follow the plot because she'd missed too much already. Getting bored she looked around the room for something else to do. Looking around she admired the family photos displayed around the room. She took her time looking at the pictures of Mr. Reid, Justin, as he'd asked her to call him, appreciating his good looks and body type. One picture in particular was very interesting. It was a photo of Mr. Reid with his younger daughter on the beach the previous summer. His body was sculpted and muscular, tanned and slightly sweaty from the heat. His skin on his chest gleamed in the bright sunlight and his arms were big and impressive. She was most impressed by his torso and abs. She hadn't realized that his body was so perfect because he was almost always wearing a suit with jacket. Obviously she knew he was in good shape and had noticed he was attractive but his abs and cut lines in this picture made her stare, and made her intensely aware of her arousal.

Taking the photo back to the couch she sat down again and stared. Looking at the picture intently she started to wonder what was underneath those nicely hanging swim shorts. Figuring she had nothing but time and opportunity she put her left hand into her waistband, into her pants, diving beneath her panties. Feeling around, her pussy was already wet, slick with her juices from fantasizing about his cock underneath his swimsuit and wanting his hands on her. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her juices around her pussy, bringing the wetness up to her clit and rubbing her swollen nub in circles. Pushing harder and rubbing faster she began to swirl and lift her hips in time, making her pussy even wetter. Setting the photo down on the table beside the couch she kept her eyes on his body but used her hands to slide her pants and panties down around her knees, giving her room to open her legs and use her other hand to slide two fingers into her wet heat. 

Moaning out loud, she writhed in pleasure as she brought herself to a quick and satisfying orgasm. Suddenly feeling exposed she pulled her panties and pants back up and righted herself on the couch. Looking down she noticed the wet spot her dripping pussy had made on the couch when she came. Hoping it would dry quickly, she smiled knowing that she'd always remember what she'd done right there in that spot. The brown fabric of the couch would dry, she knew, and there would be no evidence of her naughty finger fuck. 

Suddenly she heard a car door slam and loud voices approaching the front door. Desperately, she covered the wet spot with a throw blanket and made sure she looked normal in the mirror on the far wall. Her cheeks were flushed but she figured she could lie and say she had fallen asleep while they were out. 

The door flew open, and she heard them arguing in the front hallway. Strangely, she was happy that they would be distracted by their argument to notice anything off about her when they came in. She didn't even see Mrs. Reid before she went upstairs and slammed their bedroom door. All she heard was his wife yell down at him, obviously too angry to bother with being concerned about waking their daughters. 

"You're sleeping on that fucking couch, asshole! Don't even think about coming up here for anything!!" The door slammed again and she winced. Feeling incredibly awkward to have heard the end of their fight Kim tried to sit, watching the tv and to pretend that she hadn't heard anything. 

Entering the room swiftly, Mr. Reid unceremoniously plopped himself down on the couch, already having poured himself a stiff drink of whisky. Meeting her eye, he flashed his eyebrows and frowned into his glass as he took a sip. Swallowing, he made a face and put the glass on the coffee table in front of him. Looking over at her sitting beside him, he rubbed his thighs to the knees and said, "So we're home earlier than I expected and I'm sorry about that. I'll still pay you to midnight, okay?" 

"Are you ok?" she asked, hoping to make sense of what she heard. She was curious to know what could've made their night end so badly.

Grinning sardonically, he scoffed and took another sip of whisky. "I don't know." He answered honestly and looked back into her face. Her face was flushed. "Where's your friend?"

"Oh, yeah," she stammered, "She bailed on me, so I've just been watching t.v. by myself." 

"Hmmm," he replied, leaning back into the cushions. "Well, if you want you can stay and hangout with me for a little while." Gesturing to the couch they were sitting on, "It would seem I'm going to be sleeping here tonight so might as well watch some tv and take advantage of the location." 

Smiling but feeling awkward and very concerned that he'd notice the wet stain on the couch, she agreed and moved over to the edge so her body would conceal the wet spot from his eyes. Looking over, he noticed the picture of himself on the side table. Wondering why it was there, but not wanting to make the situation weirder than it was, he didn't mention it. Instead, he studied her face. He wondered if she liked what he looked like. He hoped she did.

He took in the sight of her now. The tank top she was wearing did nothing to hide the lacy black bra underneath and her tight blue jeans were like a second skin. Her 18 year old body was incredible, and he found himself thinking about her naked. Being so deprived from sex with his wife, his cock began to stir under his pants as his mind drifted to naughty thoughts about the babysitter. Even better, he fantasized that she wanted him too. 

Hesitant to make a move, they sat together for 30 minutes until she announced she should probably go home. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, not wanting her to walk home alone so late at night. 

"Oh right, Karen was supposed to be my ride home... Um," looking around awkwardly she said, "I would really appreciate it, Mr. Reid." 

"Justin, please. My dad is Mr. Reid."

"Um, ok... Thanks... Justin," she said shyly, feeling uncomfortable that she could touch herself thinking about him but how weird it felt to call him by his first name. 

"Ok so I just have to grab my keys. Meet you at the front door." She collected her things in the other room giving him a chance to adjust his boner, flipping it up into his waistband so she wouldn't notice his growing hard-on. Reaching down to grab the blanket he noticed a small wet area on the edge of the couch. He hoped it wasn't a grease stain. Bending lower to smell it, he was surprised to find that it smelled vaguely of pussy. Shaking his head, he chastised himself for being so desperate as to put sex into the most innocent of situations, especially with an 18 year old hottie that babysat his kids. 

He drove her home but avoided eye contact and kept their conversation minimal. After setting up and confirming the typical Thursday night gig, he drove away. Sighing, she unlocked the front door and went to bed. 

When he returned home, he returned to the couch, but laid his head next to where the wet spot had been, breathing in the scent of pussy while he jerked himself off to filthy thoughts of the babysitter touching herself and thinking of him. 

When Thursday rolled around, Kim could sense the tension was still palpable at home between Mr and Mrs. Reid. She wondered what had gone so wrong on their date night but wasn't comfortable asking either of them and knew it wasn't even really her business. She had arrived to meet the children at their bus stop at 4:15, to watch them until the earlier of the parents arrived home. 

Mr. Reid had arrived home at 6:45pm, not nearly as late as she'd predicted, but she'd stayed longer because she and the children were just in the middle of eating dinner. She'd prepared chicken, potatoes and broccoli because unlike most children, these girls loved broccoli. As he entered the room she tried to keep the blush from being overly obvious on her face, as she was still somewhat embarrassed and awkward about what happened Saturday, and, of course, she found him attractive which just exacerbated the blushing issue altogether. 

As he set his briefcase down onto the kitchen island he greeted her warmly, "Hello Kim. Hello girls! How is everyone? And what are you eating? I'm starving, is there any leftover?"

Standing before he was done asking, she grabbed a dinner plate from the nearest cupboard and began dishing out what remained of the dinner she'd made. 

"There won't be enough for Mrs. Reid to have whenever she gets home, but I assume she'll be having dinner with her friends after golf, right?" Not waiting for an answer, she set the table and placed the plate in front of Mr. Reid as he sat across from her and said, "Here you go, it should still be hot but if you'd like I can reheat it up." 

Looking at her as if she was an angel he smiled wide and exclaimed, "This looks like the best home-cooked meal I've had in a long time! Right, girls?" he asked his daughters and they agreed. 

Sitting back down across from Mr. Reid, Kim resumed eating her dinner. They ate in comfortable silence, with the odd compliment about the food from Mr. Reid. 

Almost as soon as dinner finished, Mr. Reid received an important telephone call from one of his international business associates. Holding his finger up in her direction, he silently asked if she could stay longer so that he could attend to this associate's needs. Happy to help, Kim agreed, miming that it was no problem and taking the girls into the living room for an activity out of their father's way. 

An hour later, Mr. Reid was still on the phone and Kim knew she should get the girls upstairs for their bath. Walking into the kitchen to check on his progress, Kim motioned silently that she would take the girls up to get them washed and ready for bed. Planting his palms together he thanked her sincerely and promised to finish as soon as possible. 

Kim took the girls upstairs, got each of them bathed and changed into their jammies and tucked them in. In the midst of their bedtime story, Mr. Reid walked into the room and sat in the small but comfortable rocking chair in the far corner of the room and listened. Feeling self-conscious reading out loud in front of him, Kim did her best to appear unconcerned. By the time she finished the second reading of the story, both girls were sound asleep. She and Mr. Reid snuck out of the room after Mr. Reid gave each of them a kiss goodnight on their foreheads. Going directly toward the stairs, the two of them met up in the living room where Kim began to gather her belongings. 

"Hey, Kim, I'm so sorry that call took so long. If I had known they were going to call me I would've stayed at work so I could have all the figures and everything handy. As it was we really only concluded one third of our ongoing business, and well, let's just say that I'm certainly not looking forward to getting deeper into that one..."

"It's no problem at all, Mr. Reid. But if it's okay, I think I should pack up and get going. I have an exam Monday that I've been hoping to get started to study for..." She trailed off as she noticed his grin, and said, "Yes! I'm lame, I know. The exam isn't until Monday but I have plans for this weekend that I really don't want to break."

"No, it's great that you're thinking ahead. So...you're busy this weekend? I was thinking maybe I would ask if you'd be willing to come over later Saturday night, like at 10 so that I could go to my buddy's poker game he's hosting. Mrs. Reid will be at her parents' house. They live out of town." 

"Oh, um... I don't know, I have tentative plans with this guy from school but..."

"Oh, ok. Well it's ok honey, if you have a date, I'll find someone else or I just won't go. It's no big deal, really," he replied. 

"Well, maybe I could call you later and let you know what ends up happening with Saturday. Would calling you Saturday morning be too late for you to then make plans or would that work?" she asked. 

"I tell you what. Here's my cell number, and this way no matter what I'll get the message. You just send me a text when you know, and if you don't text me I'll assume it's a no and make my plans around that. How does that sound?" 

Smiling and taking the business card, "I'll definitely text you to let you know either way, Mr. Reid."

"Justin. It makes me feel weird and old when you call me that. 'Mr. Reid' is my father..." he said shaking his head and tilting it over slightly to the right while he studied her face. She was blushing but he couldn't really figure out why. He immediately went through his last several statements to listen back and see if something he said could've been taken the wrong way. Nope, he thought, nothing that I can see would cause that reaction....maybe it's just warm in here? 

Taking off his jacket, he reached into his back pocket to pull out several bills to pay her. Reaching out, her fingers touched his and she felt a jolt of heat and electricity wash over her, making her wish she had reason to touch him yet again. 

Noticing her reaction to touching him in addition to the blushing, he boldly took the chance to ask her about the photo of himself, and why she may or may not have moved it. 

"Hey, so one last thing before you go... Did you happen to know why that picture of me and Beatrix on the beach last year was on this side table last Saturday? I can't figure out who moved it and why but I've asked the family and nobody admits to moving it, so... Did you?"

Before she could answer, the front door bustled open and Mrs. Reid walked into the foyer, announcing her arrival loudly. Kim took this opportunity to avoid answering Mr. Reid's questions and exit the room toward the foyer to greet Mrs. Reid. Standing alone and somewhat confused, he felt he had to conclude that she had for some reason moved his photo closer to the couch, and close to where the wet spot or stain had once been. Just thinking of the possibility that she might be interested in him got his dick hard and straining against the front of his pants. Quickly making sure that his erection was hidden from view, he followed Kim toward the front door. 




Bad Babysitter



Returning his wallet into his back pocket, he approached Kim and his wife in the foyer. She refused to meet his eyes but mumbled something about "next week," and he decided not to press the issue. He would call her the next day to confirm her help Saturday night. 

Kim couldn't get away fast enough. She knew she wouldn't be able to explain moving the picture on the spot and was grateful for the interruption of Mrs. Reid's arrival. Unable to meet his eyes, she made some lame comment about next week. As the door closed she heard Mrs. Reid questioning Mr. Reid if something was wrong. Not looking back, she walked with purpose all the way home. 

The next afternoon Kim received a text from Mr. Reid asking her again if she was available to babysit Saturday night. She wasn't sure what to do, because she wanted to avoid answering his questions. She was too embarrassed to admit to him, to his face, that she found him so attractive. She knew it was silly but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. Unfortunately, that day she noticed that the tickets for Prom were for sale, almost double the cost that she had been expecting. Deciding that she could certainly use the money from working Saturday night she texted Mr. Reid back, confirming the time. She knew her potential date would understand.



She pressed send with knots of anxiety and apprehension. She felt uneasy until she heard the familiar ping announcing a new message received. 



 She replied. 

He knew her texts were entirely appropriate and in no way sexual, but reading them still excited him. He understood that if his wife knew he was texting the hot babysitter she'd be pissed, and that made what he was doing bad in itself. He was at work but he couldn't help himself from locking his office door prior to texting her and reaching into his pants to tug on his cock. 

Rubbing his balls and stroking his cock he was soon hard and imagining Kim sucking his dick deep into her throat. He figured as a good looking 18 year old girl, she wasn't likely to be a virgin, so he liked to imagine that she was a naughty girl. 

He imagined her hot, wet mouth covering his cock as far down as it could and sucking him off fast and hard. His hand jerked and pulled his dick, slowly then faster as his orgasm approached. Groaning softly, he imagined cumming all over the babysitter's beautiful face. 

Reaching down behind his desk he grabbed his gym towel from his gym bag and cleaned up his cum from his hand, cock, balls and the desk. He had been careless and almost cum on some important documents he would need later this afternoon for a board meeting. Zipping his pants, he sighed and breathed in slowly. Shaking his head and enjoying the small moment of bliss, he quickly got back to work. 

Saturday morning Mr. Reid said goodbye to his wife, as she left for her annual visit back home out West. Loving the feeling of freedom, he tried not to be too excited as she bid her goodbye. They hadn't quite gotten back to normal since her blow-up on their anniversary dinner. 

Closing the door he prepared for his evening. After playing, feeding and bathing his daughters he put them to bed with three bedtime stories. It was now 9 and he had half an hour to get ready for his night out with the boys. He liked poker, though he wasn't too invested in the outcome. He had already accepted the eventuality that he was going to lose, but he was excited to see his friends, drink beer and have some fun. He showered and got dressed in a comfortable grey v-neck sweater and jeans. He decided not to shave since the wife wasn't around to complain about his stubble anyways. He dried his hair and let it fall wherever it wanted, he wasn't the type to spend time on his hair but he knew it always dried nicely. 

At 9:25pm he heard a small knock on the front door and answered. She was wearing tall black boots, with black tights and cable knit socks peeking out the top. On top she was wearing a flowy tank top and long, thin cardigan. She looked adorable and sweet. His cock reacted instantly and her perfume didn't help. Smiling, he gestured for her to come inside. 

"Hey, you're right on time. I just have to make sure I have cash and then I'll get going. The kids are sleeping, but if they wake up and need anything there are snacks and whatever in the kitchen, like always...." He trailed off as he checked his wallet. Moving the money he had to pay her into a more secure location, he counted what was left. She hadn't made a sound except to say hello. 

Looking at her face and studying her expression he frowned, "You okay?" he asked with sincere concern. 

"Oh, umm... yeah, I'm great. But you should go. I mean, you don't want to be late." She replied, looking anywhere but his face. 

"Ok, I'll be home around 3am. If that changes I'll give you a shout. Is it ok if I just text you? Just because I don't want to wake the girls by calling the home phone," he asked as he put on his jacket and opened the front door. Nodding she smiled and waved him out. Walking into the living room, she took out her homework and started into it. 

At midnight Kim was completely over doing homework. The assigned readings were worse than watching paint dry and she was getting to the point where more reading would surely make her eyes cross. Slamming the textbook closed she looked around for something to do, something that would wake her up. 

Feeling curious and a little bad, she decided to go upstairs and snoop around the master bedroom. Knowing that she shouldn't made her insides tingle with excitement and nerves as she opened their door and turned on the light. The room was fairly large, with a massive King sized bed in the middle of the far wall. Flanking it on either side were two matching side tables. The room also housed two large dressers and a tall, built-in bookshelf and tv stand. Liking the rush she got from doing something she knew she shouldn't, she walked over to the bed and sat down. It was firm but comfortable. 

Feeling stupid for bouncing on the bed, she turned to one side and opened the top drawer of the bedside table. In it she found the mother-load. Stunned, she looked down at three vibrators in varying sizes, handcuffs, condoms, lube and a butt-plug. 

Kim was suddenly struck with the urge to use one of these toys to make herself cum here. She had 3 hours to kill and she wanted to make her body feel those incredible sensations. She knew she shouldn't which made her want to even more. Reaching into the drawer she selected the medium sized vibrator. It was pink, jelly and shaped like the real deal. The length seemed average but the width was slightly more than average and she wanted to feel it inside her pussy. 

Grabbing the toy, she walked to the adjoining bathroom and washed it before she started. Coming back into the room she lay on her back in the middle of the bed and slipped down her tights. Leaving the legs on at the ankles she opened her legs and let her body relax into the pillow-top. She tapped the button and the vibrator came on at half speed. She was already slick with anticipation of the pleasure, and imagining Mr. Reid in bed with her. 

Tapping the vibrator once more, she upped the speed and moaned loudly as it buzzed while she rubbed herself along her pussy and over her clit in teasing movements. Then, holding the vibrator directly on her clit, she pushed hard and felt her orgasm build, climbing to new heights. Holding off her release, she moved the tip of the pulsating dildo to the opening of her pussy. It was wet with her juices as she inserted the tip into her cunt. Dipping in and out slowly, just one or two inches each time, she teased her pussy and enjoyed the vibrations inside. Growing bolder she pushed the toy in further with each new thrust until she was slamming the thick pink phallus into her pussy, moaning and groaning, lifting her hips and using her other hand to rub and tease around her hood and clit. 

With all of her attention given to her pleasure, she didn't hear him enter the house and call out to greet her. She didn't hear him call her name several times. She didn't hear his footsteps as he climbed the steps and followed the trail of lights in the upstairs hallway that she'd left on. 

Noticing his bedroom lights were on, and feeling slightly apprehensive about what he might find within, he knocked softly on the door. Hearing nothing but a strange buzzing, he opened the door slowly and silently. Peering inside, he was shocked by the scene he witnessed. 

From his point of view, he could see her hand guiding the vibrating dildo into her pussy, sliding it forcefully in and out of herself. Her legs were bent and her knees were open wide, allowing her full access to touch herself with her other hand. He noticed she was rubbing along her clit with her other hand and that her eyes were completely closed. She still hadn't noticed he was home. 

Stepping closer, he got an amazing view as the vibrator slid in and out of her sopping wet pussy. Getting a better look at the toy he was shocked to realize that it was his wife's and not her own. Walking forward more, he was basically standing above her as she fucked herself with the pink toy. 

Seeing her face and watching her masturbate and hearing her soft moans and sounds, he was hard in record time. Taking this opportunity, he knelt on the bed below her feet and covered her hand with his own. 

Her eyes flew open in fear and shock as she finally realized he was there. Terrified and completely embarrassed that he'd caught her, in his bedroom, with his wife's toy, she closed her legs and tried to cover herself from his gaze. Shaking his head he admonished her softly but seriously, "You're being a very bad girl, Kim."

She tried to bring her legs together and sit up further, restricting his access to her. Unsure how to respond or what she could say to make the situation better she blushed beyond her control. He shook his head and used his elbows to push her legs open again, whispering, "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, sweetheart," as he dipped his head down slowly, watching her face as he put his tongue directly onto her clit. He reached with his hand to resume moving the toy in and out of her wet pussy at the same speed she'd been using. Shocked and paralyzed by her mixed feelings of fear and embarrassment with the excitement and desire she felt for him, she stared down at her body as he licked and sucked her clit and fucked the toy into her. 

Feeling his tongue dance around her clit, she was close to orgasm. She knew it was wrong, he was her employer, he was much older than she was, not to mention he was married, but she didn't want him to ever stop what he was doing. It felt so fucking good. He pursed his lips and rubbed his mouth side to side over her clit as he filled her with the dildo over and over. 

"Does that feel good?" he asked as he took a break to lick her slower, with long cat-like licks. Imagining he was licking a melting ice cream cone, his tongue moved lower to lick around her pussy. Kissing her inner thighs as he moved back up to her clit, she moaned. 

Whispering she replied through clenched teeth, "Yes, that feels so good." 

"Mmmm," he moaned as he flicked his tongue faster over her sensitive bud. Pushing the dildo in as far as he could, he reached down to rub his dick through his pants. "God, I want to make you cum on my face," he breathed over her pussy. His hot, hard cock was throbbing in his pants, pressing against his zipper almost causing him pain. 

Pushing her fingers through his haphazard hair, she held his face between her thighs tightly. She needed to come. "Oh my god, that's so good," she whispered again as he continued licking and sucking her quickly, "I'm going to cum, Mr. Reid! Fuck, I'm going to cum."

"Mmmm," he moaned, liking the sound of her still calling him "Mr. Reid." "Yeah baby, cum all over my face. I want to taste all your sweet juices." Her pussy gushed as her orgasm hit her and she heard him moan with pleasure as she got her release and came hard. Pulling the toy out of her completely, he buried his face between her legs and tasted her juices, licking and tongue fucking her pussy like he had been fantasizing about for the last few weeks. His cock was straining even harder against his pants as he bent over her and ate her out. 

Feeling embarrassed and ashamed she shyly opened her eyes as he lifted his face and began kissing his way up her tight, toned, 18 year old body. Using his hands as he went, he stroked, squeezed and touched her body in places she'd always wanted him to touch her. Grabbing the bottom hem of her shirt, he lifted it up and off her body and threw it onto the floor beside the bed. 

Poised above her, she could feel his cock pressing through his pants directly over her pussy, as he hovered above her body. Leaning his head down, he licked and suckled her nipples into his mouth, up her neck, making his way to her mouth. When his mouth met hers, he took her mouth forcefully, pushing his tongue deep and swirling. He kissed her hard, giving her no opportunity to stop his advances. 

"Fuck I've wanted you so badly," he said when he lifted his head and looked into her face. Tilting his hips downward he pressed into her, making sure she could feel his hard-on. "You've been a really bad girl. But I think I could forget this indiscretion if you made it worth my while," he suggested as he moved his hips, rubbing his cock along her pussy, soaking the front of his pants in the process. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Reid. I didn't think you'd be home. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help but touch myself and the toy was...right there..." she said, still feeling embarrassed and feeling the need to apologize. Chuckling and bringing his body up as he knelt above her, he unbuttoned his pants. 

Unzipping the zipper and reaching in for his cock he told her, "Actions speak louder than words, sweetheart. Why don't you get on your knees on the floor and show me how sorry you are?" 

Stroking his cock, he grabbed the toy she'd been using to masturbate as she scrambled to the floor beside his bed and got down on her knees. Stepping down in front of her he told her she needed to do one more thing. "Now, Kim, since you've been such a naughty girl, I'm going to have to make you put this back inside your pussy." Holding the dildo out, he placed it in her palm and watched as she inserted it into her pussy between her legs. 

"If that falls out while you're sucking my cock, I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?" he asked her, feeling incredibly powerful and turned on by the opportunity he had. He was going to take advantage and make the most of this incredible turn of events. 

Unsure of what he meant, she nodded anyway and tightened her pussy around the dildo to keep it inside. Feeling his hands in her hair she looked up into his face, her eyes taking in the chiseled abs and chest as she went. Opening her mouth, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth slowly. His hand tightened on her hair at the nape of her neck as he pressed his dick further into her hot, wet mouth. 

Holding his dick at the base with one hand she began to suck him off with skill and enthusiasm. Pleasantly surprised, he swore and moaned in pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, sucking hard and moaning around his dick. It was better than he'd imagined in his office the day before.

She felt her pussy getting wetter and could feel the dildo sliding out. Tightening her pussy to keep it in, she mistakenly pushed the toy out of her pussy. As it fell to the floor, Mr. Reid smiled and admonished her saying, "Oh you're such a dirty girl, aren't you Kim? You're pussy is just too wet to keep in that dildo. Do you like sucking my cock, baby?" he asked as he held his hands in her hair and pulled her mouth onto his dick. He wasn't going to let her answer him. 

He held her face close and fucked his cock into the back of her throat. Gagging, she tried her best to keep her eyes open, lookingup into his eyes as he fucked her face. Tears came to her eyes as he moved in and out harshly. Knowing that this was her punishment for dropping the dildo, she let him continue until she couldn't breathe. Scratching her nails on the backs of his thighs she let him know that she needed air so he pulled back and gave her time to breathe. 

"Put it back in your tight little pussy, baby. If it falls again, I'll have to punish your pussy. Do you understand?" he commanded her and asked again. 

"Yes, Mr. Reid," she replied before he pressed himself closer and she resumed sucking and stroking his cock in her hand. At the base she squeezed his cock hard and twisted her hand as she sucked the length of him deep into her mouth. Feeling naughty and wild, she took her mouth off of his dick and spit onto it. Long, white drips of saliva fell from his cock onto her face as she sucked and gagged on his dick as his face fucking continued. The dildo fell from her pussy onto the hardwood floor. He moaned with complete pleasure.

Leaning over her back while she sucked him hard, he reached down and pulled her ass apart. Taking his time, he rubbed his hand down her crack from her ass to her pussy feeling just how wet it was for him. Loving how wet she was, he spanked her ass hard, making each cheek red and leaving full hand prints on her ass as she kept her mouth over his dick. 

Licking her tongue along the bottom and teasing him as she sucked on the tip of his dick, he groaned and pushed two fingers into her pussy. Moaning, she stopped sucking him and began licking and sucking his balls. In between licks she told him how much she wanted him. 

"I want you inside me, Mr. Reid," she began. "You make me so wet. I think about you when I masturbate. I can't believe this is happening or that I'm saying this out loud but I think you're so fucking hot." 

"Oh my god, Kim. You have such a perfect little body and your mouth is even better than I imagined. Do you know how often I've fantasized about your mouth?" he exclaimed as she licked the underside of his balls. 

"Mmm," she replied, smiling up at him as she stroked his cock. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Reid," she said matter-of-factly. 

"Get on the bed," he ordered, needing to fuck her now. She crawled up onto the edge of the bed and from behind, he grabbed her hips. Kneeling on the bed behind her on all fours, he positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. With his hand on his cock he guided his head in two inches, before pulling out and pushing back in. Going slowly into her tight pussy, he inched his long, hard dick in more and more until he was in up to the hilt. Once he filled her pussy with all of his length, he pulled back and began to pound himself into her, tightly holding her hips in place. 

She moaned and whimpered with each thrust, loving the feeling of him filling her fully. "You're so big. It feels so fucking big," she repeated over and over as he pumped himself in harder and harder.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, fuck!" he exclaimed. "Take all of it, baby. Take my fucking dick," he moaned as he slid his meat in and out, feeling her get wetter and wetter as she got closer to another orgasm. "Tell me you like it, baby," he demanded as he fucked her. He pulled her hair.

"Oh my god, it's so good," she screamed as she reached behind to rake her nails down his thigh.

"Mmm, yeah. You feel so fucking tight." 

Reaching around her body, he placed two fingers of his right hand on her clit and rubbed the swollen nub in small circles. Increasing pressure and speed of his fingers, he slowed his thrusts and focused on making her cum again. Squealing with pleasure she yelled out loudly as her orgasm built and exploded within her, making her body tighten and tense in every muscle before relaxing and releasing more cum around his dick. 




Bad Babysitter



"Oh, fuck, baby. That's it, cum for me. Cum all over my cock, like the bad little bitch you are," he whispered as he kept fucking her from behind, picking up his pace again. "My cock is so deep in that little pussy...So fucking deep. Yes! Yes!" he groaned loudly as he sensed his own release coming. Needing to go harder, he grabbed her throat from behind and pushed her face into the bed, forcing her ass up higher for him. Muffling her screams, he pressed her face down into the linens and rammed his cock deeper and harder as his orgasm approached. 

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" he moaned as he felt the first load of cum shoot from his cock deep inside her dripping wet cunt. "I'm cumming, baby. Feel that hot seed fill your pretty little pussy? Uhhh, fuck yeah!" he continued to moan as he unloaded each new spurt of cum inside her. Letting go of her neck, he grabbed her hips again and held her in place to continue ramming into her until he finished cumming. 

Pulling out, he grabbed her hair and pulled her around to face him. "Lick it up, baby," he ordered, pulling her face over to clean off his dick. 

Once she had sucked him clean, he pulled her face up to his and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her ass in both hands. Stroking his hands back around her body he fondled her tits and stroked his fingers down her stomach, fluttering his fingertips softly over her clitoris and telling her how beautiful she was. 

Kissing her mouth, he pushed her back onto the bed and laid down beside her. "Well, I can't say I'm upset to have found you like that tonight," he said, looking over into her face and grinning. 

Meeting his eyes, she blushed but ran her hands down his torso and arms, feeling his warm muscles move as he flinched and reacted to her touch. Smiling back at him shyly, she asked him the most important question she could think of, "Am I fired?" 

"No!" he answered quickly. Putting his hand between her legs and kissing her neck he continued, "As long as we can keep having some fun." He raised his eyebrows as he fingered her pussy and spread her wetness, searching her face for a response. 

Looking down at his cock, once again hardening for her, she smiled and raised her eyebrows in return. "I think the fun is going to continue tonight, isn't it, Mr. Reid?" as she reached out to stroke him. 

He looked down and watched as her hand manipulated his cock, stroking the tip and squeezing hard at random intervals. Pushing his head back into the pillow and closing his eyes he focused on the sensations rippling through his body as she touched him. She watched his face as she stroked his dick, loving how clearly he enjoyed what she was doing to him. She felt sexy and powerful with the knowledge that he wanted her and that her touch excited him so much. 

Groaning when she reached with her other hand to cup his balls, he opened his eyes and touched her breasts. Squeezing and pushing her tits together he turned to face her, putting his face between her ample breasts and shaking his head between them. He licked and played with her nipples, teasing her hard nubs and biting them softly. 

She pushed him back over onto his back and straddled his torso. Feeling brazen she moved her body forward and sat on his face, kneeling on either side of his head. He stuck his tongue out, enthusiastically licking and sucking her clit from below. Plunging his tongue into her pussy, his nose rubbed against her clit. Feeling another orgasm coming, she clamped her legs tighter around his face and pushed down slightly to push harder, increasing the friction on her clit. 

"Oh, fuck! Oh my god!" she moaned, dropping her head back and grinding her pussy on his face. Gushing as she came, her pussy leaked juices onto his face as he slurped and licked her. Reaching up, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down his torso to meet his dick. Holding his dick and guiding her onto it, he pulled her hips down and thrust himself up into her hot, wet, sweet little pussy. 

"That's it baby, gimme that pussy. Let me get more of that sweet pussy," he whispered as she rode his dick like she was born to do it. "Fuck yeah, that feels so fucking good. Grind that hot, tight little pussy on my dick, baby." Her pussy was dripping wet, leaking her juices onto his balls and letting him slide in easily and quickly as he increased his pace, fucking her hard. Digging his fingers into her hips he held her down and pulled her body forward on her knees and fucked his cock hard up into that young, tight pussy. 

"That's it, baby. Ride my big, fucking cock. Fuck, it's so good, I can't take much more of this. You're so fucking sexy, Kim," he whispered into her ear as he ran his tongue along her neck and between her breasts, grinding her body onto his dick, filling her fully. Feeling his orgasm building, he warned her it was coming. Grabbing her, he rolled her over and onto her back, keeping his cock buried deep inside. Hovering over her once again, he rammed himself deep inside her pussy before pulling out and cumming in spurts all over her tight stomach and beautiful tits. 

Touching herself as he came, she rubbed his cum all over her skin, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste it. "Mmmm," she moaned as she licked her fingers and sucked them playfully into her mouth. Holding his eye, she licked her fingers once more having covered them in his cum. 

Not imagining she could be even sexier, he was incredibly turned on by the idea that she liked the taste of his cum. It was like she couldn't get enough of him, which turned him on immensely. He knew he would soon masturbate to that exact image. He also hoped he could continue to fuck her brains out.



Bad



"Stroke your thighs," instructed the boss. Linda looked down as she seductively ran her fingertips along the inside of her legs.

"Well boys!" asked Charlie, "Shall we carry on or is this too much for you?"

Without taking their eyes off Linda they answered, with almost a grunt, "Carry on!"

"Unfasten your blouse," said Charlie, "Then open your legs a little wider."

Linda unbuttoned her top and pulled it apart to show the men her half cup black bra.

"Lift your breasts out, so we can see your nipples," instructed her boss.

Linda's hands returned to her thighs as she opened her legs. Every man in the room had a raging hard penis as they watched the female employee.

"Higher with your hands, Linda," said Charlie softly. Linda obeyed.

"Higher still!" said her master.

She slipped her fingers into her slit and was now masturbating for the men. She was now very aroused herself.

"Would you like to see what the men have Linda?" asked her boss.

"Yes!" she hissed quietly.

"Fucking Hell! I don't believe this!" exclaimed one man. Each man was reluctant to release the uncomfortable bulge at the front of his trousers and expose his cock to the others. Charlie knew this and gestured to his secretary then nodded toward the young executive. The girl stood, walked over to the man's chair then perched on the arm, leaning forward she unzipped him. As his penis came into view she sank down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth.

"Tell them Linda," said Charlie, "If they take their cocks out for you then you will take your panties off for them."

"Show me your cocks!" she hissed quietly.

The men gasped at the proposition and unzipped their flies. Losing their shyness and being overcome with the excitement they wanked their dicks slowly. 

"Well Linda, it's your move!" laughed Charlie.

She lifted her hips and took hold of the side of her panties. "Wait!" shouted her boss.

"Steve – show our guests what an obliging husband you are and take them off for her."

The audience was now even more amazed and excited as they watched Steve remove his wife's knickers. Obediently she spread her legs wide for the men to see her bare cunt and resumed playing with her twat.

"I've never known anything like this!" uttered one man in disbelief. 

"Let me see – what can we do next?" mocked Charlie. "Seems your young colleague is the only one receiving personal attention," he remarked, looking toward his secretary, who was still busy sucking the clients cock. 

"Would you like some attention, John?" asked the boss.

John, who was the eldest of the trio, had just passed his sixtieth birthday. He was a typical balding, growing waistline sort of man. 

"Hmmm!" he grunted, slowly pulling his dick.

"Linda is very naughty, isn't she? Perhaps she should be spanked a little. Steve – do you think your wife should be spanked by our guests?" Charlie was now revelling in his control – this is what he enjoyed most.

"Bastard!" mumbled Steve under his breath – his boss was really rubbing his nose in it!

"No!" said Steve. "There's no need to bring violence into this."

The boss was livid that Steve had challenged him but not wanting to loose his momentum he stayed composed.

"Well no," he said calmly. "A little playful smacking is all I meant. John – would you like to give Linda's bottom a little chastising?"

John's facial expression was the epitome of lust, lechery and perverted desire. As he restrained his hand from masturbating to fast he licked his lips and answered, "Yes – I would!"

Charlie smiled and looked back at Steve. "You don't seem to be as relaxed as the rest of us. Take your trousers off so that you can fully enjoy watching your wife being spanked."

Steve glared at his boss who repeated his instruction.

"Take them off!"

This was now total humiliation for Steve – his boss had resumed full control over him once more. He sheepishly stripped from the waist down – to the warped amusement of his watchers. 

"And the underwear!" his boss added. Steve obeyed.

"Linda - lie across John's lap." She stood and dutifully walked to the sofa, and, positioning herself across the older mans knee she found that her face was directly above the crotch of his friend.

John's cock was quashed against her belly as he lifted her skirt to expose her naked arse. He gently stroked each cheek and let his fingers dwell in her crack, running them down to her vagina. The third man saw his opportunity for some pleasure and forced her face down until her mouth met the tip of his purple helmet. The younger man, still caressing the head of the girl who was sucking him watched contentedly.

The sight had an effect on Steve – his penis grew and stuck up in the air like a flagpole. Being devoid of any lower garments he wasn't able to hide the fact.

"Look gentlemen!" pointed out his boss. "Steve finds the sight of his wife submitting to your desires a turn on. Go on, Steve – don't be shy – admit your enjoying it – play with your dick while we spank your wife and make her suck cock."

With that comment John took it as his cue and brought his hand down sharply on Linda's bum. Every two seconds a slapping sound came from the sofa as one man slapped and the other held her head on his penis. John decided it would be better if his own cock was inside her and lifted her hips until he could slip it inside her cunt. Now as he smacked she bobbed up and down on his dick. There were little pauses as John pushed a finger inside her arsehole, which made her yell and raise her hips higher. This only gave John more excitement as she bounced on his dick.

"As your host I'll claim the pleasure of having her arse!" said Charlie as he began to remove his pants. As he walked behind Linda he stood defiantly in front of Steve, his huge penis hard and ready. Steve felt once again humiliated and somewhat silly as he sat with his hand on his cock looking up at his boss.

The men took great pleasure of being able to hold the woman down with their cocks inside her cunt and mouth whilst at the same time they were going to have a close up view of her being anally fucked.

"Spread her cheeks for me," ordered the boss. The man spanking her pulled apart her arse cheeks opening her hole. As the reflex action made her tense up her boss pushed his cock against her hole while at the same time giving her a hard slap on the buttocks. This made her hips rise into the air and just for a second made her muscles totally relax before they re-tensed. With good timing he made his final thrust and entered her rectum. Linda screamed loudly before she flopped down and submitted herself to the anal invasion.

The boss pumped hard while still giving her the odd slap. The men almost foamed at the mouth with depraved and perverted glee. Leaning forward the boss made grunting noises and as he neared his climax he lifted Linda by the hips until he was fully upright with her still impaled on his cock. She was almost bent in half as the boss pummelled her arse with his shaft. The two men came first, almost together, shooting their white sticky stuff on her face and body – a few seconds later Charlie shot his load up her arse.

Steve guilty that he played with his dick while all this was going on became concerned about how the violation had effected Linda. She had been deposited on the floor like a discarded rag doll. But it was not over yet. The men resumed drinking and they even thrust a glass in Linda's hand. The secretary, who by now Steve thought must have had jaw-ache, was washing down the younger man's sperm with a glass of wine.

After a while the boss looked down at Linda who was sat sipping her drink in her open stained blouse and he skirt raised showing her stocking tops. It didn't matter to her anymore what she showed.

"I wouldn't like to think you were going away without reaching an orgasm. Stand up and bring yourself off while we watch." The boss smirked as he spoke.

Steve was about to protest again. Surely his wife would have neither the strength nor inclination to put on such a show. She had been abused and violated and any more sexual activity would be the last thing she wanted. Before he spoke up Linda rose to her feet and faced the men – she lifted her skirt and stood with legs wide apart showing her pussy. Both hands went between her legs and slowly she opened her cunt lips and her fingers find her little button and she began to roll it around.

Her breathing increased and became more audible as she pleasured herself. No one spoke – they just quietly watched. Now her hips began to roll as though she was simulating sexual intercourse – her eyes closed and a smile came across her face.

Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing – after what they had done to her she should hate them – detest them. Here she was, sexually aroused – and giving them a show!

"Would you like to bend over while you are doing that and take a cock in your arse, Linda?" a voice said.

"Yes!" came the reply. Steve watched with incredulity as his wife bent forward and rested against the arm of the sofa – her fingers still busy between her legs.

"Are you nearing an orgasm, Linda?" said the voice.

"Yes!

"Spread your legs and push your bottom up. Whose cock would you like?"

"Any!" she moaned her hand moving swifter and breathing getting shorter.

Steve was beside himself with despair.

"So who is hard enough to please Linda?" asked Charlie.

The younger executive was rampant again and wasted no time in positioning himself behind Steve's wife and entering her anus. This time it was easier – she was willing and wanting it. No scream this time – just a long sensual moan. She thrust back and forth on the cock as her fingers carried on working. The businessman didn't take long to reach climax, he thrust harder as he ejaculated – Linda moaned and smiled.

Turning around and straightening herself up Linda faced her audience and rubbed her clit – one hand holding up her skirt. She stood with legs apart and now each man watched whilst they played with their dicks. Only Steve was unsure how he should react – but whilst he felt anger and humiliation his cock became hard as he watched his wife perform for the men.

When it came, the orgasm was intense – and Linda drew it out as long as she could. A few minutes later they were "dismissed" by the boss. Steve waited while his wife felt composed and ready to depart. He felt it had been only his punishment – his wife had enjoyed herself – only his humiliation.

"I hope you don't make a habit of disagreeing with me in company – it would become quite tiresome," said the boss as he glared at Steve. Steve now knew the reason why the man had gone out of his way to humiliate him.

As they left the room they glanced round to see a now familiar sight. The secretary was bent over the chair with arse in the air – her boss inviting his guests to enjoy her. 

They had little conversation on the way home – there was a lot to take in and think about. Where would it all end? That thought ran through both their minds.