0 comments/ 185405 views/ 8 favorites Dream Job By: bella26 I have every woman's dream job. I am a sports reporter, doing interviews in the locker room after the big games. Now being a woman in my sexual prime and a body I'm not ashamed of, I get plenty of stares while I'm doing my interviews, however, I do enough staring of my own. There is something about a sweaty well-hung man parading around a locker room, showing their bodies. Every time I finish an interview I have to go and change my panties because they are soaked with my own juices. One day in particular, I was feeling hornier than usual and had to interview the 5 star players of the game from that day. I knew as soon as I finished I would have to go home and pull out my reliable vibrator and work myself to multiple orgasms, thinking of those naked, sweaty, black bodies, with their huge cocks swinging back and forth like a thick vine. I walked into the locker room, wearing my usual uniform of short, tight skirt, black hose and high heels. Only this day under the blazer I wore, I had on a sheer top with a black silk bra underneath it, showing just a hint of my hard nipples. I saw the approving glances as I walked towards the young studs I had to interview. As my glance dropped further down, I noticed I was having an effect in other places also. As they walked around the locker room, I began asking them the questions I had earlier prepared. Most of them were your typical ones, such as how it felt to be a role model, what kind of exercise regimen they had, and things such as that. As it came close to the end of my interview I started to get a little flirtatious. I had noticed one sexy player staring at my legs the whole time, so I asked him if he ever dated the cheerleaders. He asked me if I was going to put his answer in the paper and I replied only if he wanted me to. He didn't want anyone to know he would only date white women. He then went on to say how much he loved to fuck them, how good he thought his dark skin looked slamming into the creamy white skin. I felt myself getting turned on and decided to be bold in my upcoming questions. I asked him what turned him on in bed. I was surprised at his answer that came so quickly. He said he'd rather show me than tell me and asked the other 4 guys in the room if they wanted to help. They all quickly agreed and 5 well-hung black studs soon surrounded me. It was as if I was in a fantasy world. I felt my skirt being pulled down along with my hose, while someone else was pulling at my top trying to get it off quickly. Within seconds I stood before them completely nude. One of them asked me if I had ever been with a black man before and I honestly answered that I had not, but had always dreamed about it. He said I was in for a treat then since I was going to get all 5 of them fucking me every which way they could. I was pushed to my knees and quickly had a dick placed at my lips. I didn't know how I was going to fit that into my mouth, but I knew I was going to do my best. It was one of the hugest cocks I had ever seen in my life and I was about to suck it deeply into my mouth and throat. As I took him into my mouth, I felt two more semi hard dicks in each of my hands, ready to have me stroke them to hardness. Soon all 5 were hard and ready to fuck me so I assumed the position so to speak. Since I was already on my knees, I just leaned over enough to have one of the hard dicks crammed into my dripping wet cunt. It didn't take long for me to have one in my mouth, one in each hand and one in my pussy. There was still one guy standing off to himself jacking off. As I glanced at him, I realized he had the largest cock of them all. Hanging flaccid at an impressive 13 inches at least, and as big around as my upper arm. I wondered how I would handle him when it came his turn. The dick in my pussy was pounding harder and harder and I could feel an orgasm working its way up. As I started to cum all over his hard dick, I started sucking harder and squeezing the dicks in my hand a little harder than I was. The guys must have enjoyed this b/c the same time I screamed with my orgasm, I felt hot jism all over my arms and squirting down my throat. I was still screaming with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced in my life when the dick in my throbbing pussy stopped moving. I cried out a little with that loss, however, I was then placed on top of the guy pounding my pussy. He rammed his stiff rod back into me again and I cried out with pleasure. After a few more long strokes by him, I saw Mr. 13 inches moving towards me. I felt him press his hard shaft against my asshole. He slowly started to press deep into my ass. The pressure I felt was unreal; the feeling of a cock in both my pussy and ass, especially two so large. They found a rhythm and started moving in and out of me, the sensations building up to a massive orgasm. They both came at the same time and it wasn't long till I was again filled in both holes. This all went on for nearly an hour and I was completely exhausted from the fuckings I had. Soon it was getting to be time for me to leave, but I was told I couldn't leave just yet. They had one more surprise in store for me. The girlfriend of one of them was going to be there in just a few moments and they all wanted to see the two of us get it on with each other. I was nervous yet excited at the prospect of this. I had never been with a woman before, but was very curious about it. We didn't have to wait very long for her to arrive. As she entered the locker room, she saw my state of undress, covered in sticky cum and the nakedness of the guys around me. Her boyfriend then spoke up and told her what he wanted us to do. At first she was a little hesitant, but she quickly gave in. She stripped her clothes off as fast as she could and we decided seeing as how sticky I was, to take a shower with each other first. We walked to the showers, turned on the water and started soaping up one another's bodies. The feel of another woman's hands cupping my breasts, soaping my pussy was causing me to build up to another orgasm and all she was doing was touching me! I slowly started soaping up her body as she was mine and was amazed at how responsive she was to my touch. With each movement of my hand, she would give a little moan of pleasure. We then rinsed the soap of our bodies and she moved down my body kicking my legs apart. Her hand ran up my inner thigh and slowly parted my pussy lips. She teased around my clit, running her long fingernail over it and gently scratching at it. She continued this torture for a few minutes longer before sliding one of her fingers up inside me. As she did this, her mouth moved to my clit and she starting nibbling and sucking on it. I could feel it starting to swell; as if it were going to burst right off my body. The feeling of her finger moving inside me and her sucking and biting on my clit brought me to yet another powerful orgasm. I didn't know the last time I had cum so many times in just a short amount of time. After I had my orgasm she laid down with the water from the shower (which was now turning cold) still pouring down over her and pulled me down to her. I was nervous as I began to touch her awaiting pussy. It didn't take long, however, for me to lose that nervousness and start fingering her as she had me. I got a little more adventurous though. As I lowered my mouth to her pussy, I took my well-lubricated finger and inserted it in her ass as I sucked on her wet cunt. It tasted so sweet and I drank of her as if I couldn't get enough. She was screaming as she creamed my face with her juices. Soon however, I had to go so I could get my story filed, but I was looking forward to the next time I had to interview these guys again. As I was leaving the one guy and his girlfriend invited me to their place for a party the next night with the hint that my experience on this night would be repeated again the following night. I had an experience that night that I had never had before, but one I was going to repeat every chance I got. Dream Job Bailey awoke to see the first streaks of dawn through the living room window. The house that she and Jay had custom designed and built would be occupied by a different family in a matter of a few hours. Already dreading the long drive to Sacramento, she sat motionless, unable to pack the few remaining items in the house. It was the start of an entirely new life. In one year, the world Bailey knew, her personal world had changed dramatically. Hot tears formed in her eyes and dripped down her pale cheeks. Jay, her childhood sweetheart, the hurt she had caused him. Every time she thought about him her heart panged with regret. She heard her voice filled with sorrow in the marriage counselor's office, "I'm sorry Jay." She said it over and over. The weekends that Bailey had spent at Andre's home were a source of anguish but also rapture for her. In the end, her sexual indiscretions came at the expense of her marriage. The fragile bonds that held her union with Jay together were irretrievably broken and the consequences turned out to far greater than she could have possibly imagined. Wearily, Bailey made her way to the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. A tall mug would soothe her and prepare her for the tough day ahead. She kept thinking how fateful her dream job turned out to be because in the end it was an illusion, a lie. Bailey recalled meeting Jordan, her sorority sister from college at a mutual friends wedding. Jordan was always the social climber and married the owner of Wellington Computers. Bailey was in between jobs and Jordan enthusiastically informed her that her husband was looking for a personal assistant. Andre' was a tall, handsome man and Bailey felt an instant attraction to him. She was offered the job on the spot and against her better judgment she accepted the position. He had a magnetism that drew her like a moth to the flame. Bailey chastised herself for her weakness. It was the cause of her marital discord and breakdown. Her failure to control her sexual urges had doomed her relationship with Jay. The long hours of service that Andre' required kept her away from her husband and all aspects of their life together suffered. As Bailey sat sipping her tea, she gazed wistfully out at the trees, the early morning sunlight pouring through the branches and recalled the times that changed the course of her life... **** The money and benefits that came with Bailey's position at Wellington were far superior to her previous job. She was making more than her husband Jay, a college teacher and it gave her a false sense of superiority. After six months, Andre' allowed her the use of a company automobile and she had an expense account. It started innocently enough with Andre' asking her to work half days on Saturday at his home. In spite of his allure to Bailey, she managed to keep things on a strictly professional level. Sometimes Jordan was there but she liked to travel and was usually off somewhere with a passel of her friends. If the weather was good Andre' preferred working by the pool. His home was on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean and while not palatial, it was large with all the trimmings of an estate. But, the setting had a seductive feel and he would invite Bailey to have lunch with him. Soon the mornings were stretching into afternoons. Bailey was impressionable at the age of twenty eight and admired Andre' and the trappings of his wealth. In his early forties, his maturity, charisma and ruggedly handsome good looks were enticing to Bailey. Jay was the only man she had ever known and loved but lately she was having fantasies about sex with another man, Andre' in particular. Bailey wondered what his body would feel like on top of her, how his penis might feel in her vagina or mouth. She diddled herself with these thoughts running through her head and experienced some rather breathless orgasms. She was dangerously close to cheating on her husband. In late June after a morning of work, Andre' invited her to stay and use the pool. Jordan was in Las Vegas with friends and he would enjoy her company. Although the alarm bells in her head went off, she ignored them. They had been working together for ten months and were familiar with each other and comfortable in each others company. "Andre', I don't have a swimsuit," she said coyly. Bailey's resolve to keep things on a professional level was crumbling. "Do you really need one love? I find nudity so free," Bailey adored his British accent and with the privacy fence no one would see them. She threw caution to the wind and found a robe in the closet of the guest room. She stripped naked and appraised her look in the full length mirror. Her pussy was tingling with anticipation as she walked downstairs. Outside and with Andre' in the hot tub, Bailey let the robe fall on the deck. She was proud of her body and wanted Andre' to see what the long hours in the gym had done for her. She slipped in the hot tub and sat submerged to the waist with her breasts jutting forward, the nipples hard and protruding. Andre's heart skipped a beat. The sight of Bailey's firm, lithe body gave him a throbbing erection. He had often wondered what she looked like naked and she was hotter than he had imagined. Her breast were round and very firm on her slender frame, they looked extraordinary. She was a nubile young minx and he planned on exploring every orifice of her body. His cock was straining for some attention and he hefted his body out of the water and sat on the edge. Bailey was determined to delve into the unexplored part of her sexuality. She stared at Andre across the hot tub, leisurely stroking his cock. Not only was he very handsome, but he had the type of hard, muscular, Greek god type of body that lit a fire inside her. A drop of clear fluid was visible on the head of his impressive rod. Bailey could see that he was larger than Jay with a little wider circumference. Andre's penis had a majestic, sculpted appearance. The ball sack showing two oval shaped testicles was equally impressive. She'd fantasized about sucking his cock and overcome with desire, she launched herself across the hot tub until she was directly in front of his manhood. She smiled at Andre' whose eyes were alive with lust. He wanted this to happen, she was sure of that. With that in mind, she grasped the shaft of Andre's throbbing hard on at the base and licked the head. Bailey's tongue slid along the ridges and veins that stood out. Andre's cock was big but not too big. She was fascinated by the purplish head, wider than Jay's and she engulfed it with her mouth. Bailey gently sucked the swollen mushroom and lathed the sensitive underside with her tongue. She leisurely slid her lips up and down the tumescent shaft, thrilled by the hardness of his cock. Suddenly, she had the urge to deep throat him. She gagged on the first several attempts but eventually succeeded. When her lips made it to the base, Bailey would suck on the way up until she reached the head. Her tongue would swirl around the underside and she'd taste his salty pre-cum. Bailey's head moved up and down, picking up speed. Andre had a look of triumph on his face. The jism in his balls percolated as the brunette hottie smoked his rod. Jesus, she's amazing, he thought. She managed to get all eight turgid inches into her mouth and her raspy tongue knew just where to lick. She was making a little moaning sound that excited Andre even more. He watched with awe as Bailey sucked his penis like a pro. She instinctively seemed to know when to speed up, slow down, lick, suck harder, etc. It had been over a week since his last orgasm and he was thrilled that his scrotum was filled with sperm. Bailey's lips worked their magic on Andre's shaft. The head swelled and the shaft grew harder. Her spit was dripping on his nuts when she felt his body stiffen... Oh God...oh...oh...I'm cumming!" he blurted out. Bailey cupped his balls as the first gush of semen hit the back of her throat. The sensation of Andre's thick cock as it ejaculated in her mouth was enormously appealing to her. She quickly swallowed as another jet of hot cum splashed on her tongue. The quantity surprised her and she gulped every last bit down her throat. Still holding his hard stick, she cleaned the length from head to balls for any leftover drops. The beautiful setting and a hard bodied Adonis, it felt so incredibly erotic to Bailey. She was blowing Andre and swallowing his load like a wanton trollop. Instead of being turned off, she loved the salty taste and globular thickness as it slid down her gullet. Bailey looked up at Andre and smiled. He was trying to catch his breath. "You were...unbelievable...my dear..." he panted. Bailey dipped her entire body under the water from head to toe. Her mind was reeling from what she'd just done. She'd sucked Andre's cock and loved every minute of it. She exited the hot tub for a lounger hoping to gather her thoughts. Andre was leaning against the side of the hot tub trying to catch his breath. It was easily one of the best blow jobs that he ever received and he wanted to return the favor. He had a feeling that Bailey's pussy would be some of the finest eatin' west of the Mississippi River. When he stood before Bailey, she opened her thighs and he descended for the meal. Andre's was right. The delicate pinks lips opened like a flower and her aroma was spicy and fresh. He held her firm buns and consumed the secretions that flowed into his mouth. His lips and tongue gathering the moisture as it leaked from her hole. Andre' licked her labia with gentleness and care. Bailey loved cunnilingus and Andre' was as good if not better than Jay. He teased her clit with light licks and concentrated on long leisurely tongue strokes up her center. The sensation was beyond exquisite and the more she squirmed, the more time he spent flicking his tongue over the hard nub. With the pressure building in her throbbing pussy, Bailey's eyes were riveted on Andre' as he feasted on her. "OH God, yes...yes...eat me...oh..." she moaned. A thunderous orgasm erupted in Bailey's slice and she felt lightheaded. Andre' held Bailey as she panted breathlessly. He spread a towel on the pool deck for her and she lie soaking up the suns rays. Her body tingled and prickled with sensation form Andre' sucking her pussy. She knew what would happen next and in spite of the alarm in her head and now heart, she wanted to fuck him. Bailey heard a splash and saw Andre swimming naked in the pool. Her stomach lurched when she thought about her wanton display, her craving for Andre's cock, his thick sperm sliding down her throat. When Andre got out of the pool, she tried to look away but her gaze traveled right to his rod. It was as impressive flaccid as it was hard. He lay next to her. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked. "Yes. Will Jordan be back from Las Vegas today?" Bailey was concerned about getting caught. "I would think not, probably tomorrow," he answered. Bailey's nerves were on edge. Initially, she felt like she'd behaved badly but she had the distinct feeling that her host had set-up the whole thing up. For a second, she wondered how many other young women Andre' had seduced. In spite of her trepidation, Bailey wondered how Andre's cock would feel like inside her. Considering the size, it might be a tight fit. Andre was on the diving board when she noticed that his penis was getting harder and it intrigued her. She saw that it was at half staff and growing. Suddenly she wished Jay was here. She'd be able to control herself and not gaze lustfully at Andre's manhood. But, she couldn't help thinking how it would feel inside her and her weak resolve evaporated. Andre invited her in for a swim. The water was heated and would feel great on her body. She dove naked into the pool. Andre quickly followed and the look on his face conveyed what he wanted, her pussy. They swam leisurely side by side but Andre became more playful and pinched her butt or grabbed a boob. Bailey's found his cock. The hardness of his tool impressed her and she could barely get her hand around the shaft. She squeezed and fondled until Andre' groaned his approval. The dampness of need crept into her loins and she wanted him inside her. In the shallow end Andre' lifted Bailey's upper body and suckled her tits. He was rough but she liked it just the same. The raw sensation from her nipples pulsed into her pussy. Bailey moaned and groaned as Andre' had his way with her breasts. He sucked, nipped and nibbled until she was practically screaming for him to screw her. Andre' picked her up, cradling her in his arms and carried her to a lounger. His face expressed pure lust and as soon as he lay on top of her she guided his magnificent cock into her soaked vagina. She grunted with absolute pleasure as he gradually filled her pussy. The sensation from his rod as it stuffed her hole was extraordinary. Andre' couldn't believe his good fortune. He moaned as his tool moved deeper and deeper into Bailey's tight pussy. The fit was snug and the sensation, the friction on his cock was mind boggling. Bailey was lost in a world of carnal nirvana. Andre's cock felt incredible and she matched his movements drawing every last centimeter of his tool into her sex starved slice. His patient almost languid pace felt so sensual, letting her orgasm build gradually, growing bigger and bigger until her pussy contracted so strongly that she saw stars. Andre' howled his orgasm and blasted a hefty wad of sperm into her. He'd yearned for this moment for long months. As a virile stud of a man he was used to having his way with women and Bailey was just another piece of ass in a long procession that went back years. He would play the string out for as long as she wanted. Andre' had wrecked a few marriages in his lifetime. His justification was always that the participant was ready, willing and able. It was a matter of time before a jealous husband tried to shoot him. What was bothering him lately was how Jordan wheedled her way into marrying him. He was the type of individual who liked to do what he wanted when he wanted. After three years, he viewed her as a liability but he was stuck with her, a divorce would cost him a lot of money. Bailey was seized with an attack of guilt and she kept her eyes shut hoping the feeling would subside. But, it wrapped itself around her heart and refused to go away. Jay, the mere thought of his name and feelings of shame stung her soul. But, Bailey's fascination with Andre's cock was just beginning. Her body craved more and she was going to pursue the lust that enveloped her. Jay could have never satisfied her sexual need on the level of an Andre'. He had just fucked her silly and her pussy was creaming, wanting more of his turgid manhood. In the course of one afternoon, she already knew that she would suck and screw Andre' whenever he wanted. When Bailey finally arrived home, it was 3am. She'd never been this late and she was seized with worry. She had promised to meet Jay for dinner but called several times and made a myriad of excuses why she couldn't. During one call, Andre' was drilling her pussy doggie style, her favorite position and she must have sounded breathless on the phone. Jay was asleep and she slipped into bed without disturbing him. Bailey slept soundly and the next morning she lied through her teeth giving him the workaholic executive, harried young assistant speech. She could tell by the look on his face that he bought it. **** Their torrid affair continued throughout the summer months with overnight business trips and weekends at Andre's home but only if Jordan was absent. In less than two months, she'd blown Andre' multiple times, swallowing copious amounts of his spunk. But, she had fucked him even more than that and thoughts of his magnificent cock screwing her to paradise never failed to make her pussy cream. Bailey realized that it had to end at some point, her marriage had suffered horribly and she wanted to stay married to Jay, start a family and raise a child or two. But, when she considered the pathetic state of her union with Jay...it was entirely her fault and she knew it. But storm clouds were brewing and recently Bailey had a premonition that Jordan knew something was going on between her and Andre. Jordan's entire demeanor had changed. Her attitude towards Bailey was cold and at times, downright icy. She knows, Bailey kept thinking but whenever she mentioned it to Andre' he shrugged it off and told her it was her imagination. Her woman's intuition was screaming at her but she chose to ignore it. It was early August when Andre' told Bailey that Jordan would be away the next weekend with friends. When she informed Jay of her plans, he was sitting on the sofa with a lost expression. "Please tell me what's going on? You work all the time. You're never here anymore. Something's not right, I can feel it Bailey. You've changed. We haven't made love in months. I love you but...I don't feel like you love me..." Bailey felt the pangs of guilt...she had no way of knowing but is was last time he would tell her that he loved her "You're just being paranoid. Nothing is going on between Andre' and me. He's a very busy executive and as his personal assistant, he requires my availability at all times." "Ok, but if you're lying to me..." Jay's threat carried little weight because he uttered it in a defeated tone. In spite of Bailey's assurances, Jay knew in his heart that something was wrong. Their relationship had suffered mightily since she started working at Wellington. They rarely ate meals together or socialized with friends. Many a night he sat on the sofa watching TV wondering when she was coming home. On the rare weekend she wasn't working, Bailey seemed moody, withdrawn and mostly kept her own counsel. Attempts at conversation ended with her appearing bored and uncommunicative. The closeness that they once shared was gone. Whenever Jay tried to initiate sex, she complained that she was tired or not feeling well. The once robust sex life that they enjoyed had become sporadic and finally non-existent. **** As Bailey drove on the Freeway towards Andre's she couldn't get the sight of Jay looking forlorn and downhearted out of her head when she left for the weekend. He was angry and glowered at her before she left. She also couldn't shake the feeling that he knew what was going on. Plenty was going on and plenty was wrong. Jay deserved a lot better than she was treating him. Bailey looked deep in her heart and realized that she loved him. "Oh Jay, I'm sorry my love." she whispered in the empty car. She had done him wrong. She had done him worse than wrong. She didn't love Andre', she was sure of that. He was strictly a diversion, an exploration of her sexual desires but nothing more. Further, she was positive that Andre' didn't love her. He was the boss at the office boffing his secretary, having an extra marital affair behind his wife's back. Tears formed in her eyes. What have I done? she thought. Suddenly, the entire affair seemed so sordid, dirty. Bailey resolved to tell Andre' that it was over but would he fire her? She could use the affair as her trump card but in her heart she knew that she never would. When she arrived, Bailey saw that Andre' had prepared a nice brunch for them out by the pool. They ate heartily and her resolve while in place was weakening. Maybe she would tell him later, why spoil the lovely meal. When they finished, Andre' stripped his swim suit and dove naked in the water. The sight of his hard muscled body made her pussy cream and she shed her clothes and followed him. He swam to the shallow end and hoisted his body until he was sitting on the edge of the pool. His cock was already at half staff and her desire to suck his manhood was overpowering. Dream Job Bailey deep throated his cock until she heard him groaning loudly. He was close and if this was indeed the last time than she wanted it to be memorable. She scrambled up to the pool deck and got on all fours. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She yelled. Bailey guided his rock hard tool into her soaked vagina. Whenever he pushed forward, she pushed back. The sensation in her pulsating pussy was incredible and she reached back to finger her clit. Andre's cock was deep inside her, fucking her to a state of bliss. "OH God! I'm cuminggg!" he bellowed. One last flick over her clit and Bailey erupted along with her lover. They remained locked together for a long time. Andre' withdrew and she fell to her side totally spent. He was looking for a towel to clean up. "I'll be right back love, I need to find some towels," he said. Bailey lay on her back soaking up the sun. She was going to miss this but she was determined to tell Andre'. Already she felt guilty about what had just happened but she found it impossible to stay away from him. As Bailey enjoyed the suns rays on her naked body, it seemed like Andre' was gone for an awfully long time. Where is he? She questioned silently. She dressed in her short set and walked toward the house. When she neared the sliding glass doors, she saw someone and her heart nearly stopped. It was Jordan. The door opened and Jordan waved her inside. Andre was sitting on the arm of the sofa with his head in his hands. "I'm glad you could join us," Jordan said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Bailey wanted to run and hide but she was rooted to the spot, shaking with fear. Jordan was holding a large brown manila style envelope. "Would you like to see some interesting photos?" Jordan asked in the same sarcastic voice. Bailey shook her head. "Of course you do! There are some especially flattering ones of you, my slut sorority sister." Jordan opened the envelope and withdrew a dozen or more eight by ten photographs of Andre and Bailey engaged in various sexual acts. She held them in front of Bailey's face making her look. "This one in particular is my favorite," Jordan stated scathingly. It showed Bailey on all fours with Andre' screwing her from behind. Bailey started to cry. "No! No! No tears my dear. You certainly weren't crying when my husband was fucking you silly," "Please don't tell Jay, I'll do anything you ask." Bailey mewled. "Ok now, let's see...hmm...it's a little too late for that," Jordan declared and her eyes shifted to a figure sitting in a chair with a perfect view of the pool area. When Bailey saw her husband, his face vacant, bereft of emotion, she wanted to die. He had seen her sucking and fucking Andre'. "Perhaps you two would like to be alone, to talk things over. Andre' and I will be in the kitchen. We have so much to discuss, like our impending divorce and how much it's going to cost him," Jordan stated angrily. Shame and guilt thundered through Bailey's heart. She walked towards Jay and tried to put her hand on his. He recoiled in horror and ignored her momentarily before he turned on her. "You fucking whore...You miserable fucking lying whore," he screamed. "I can explain..." "How the fuck can you explain this! He shouted. "I swear Jay, I was going to end it today..." "Really? So tell me, you fucking whore of a wife, what were you doing out by the pool earlier? One last fuck for old time sake?" he shouted. Bailey burst into tears. Her life with Jay was destroyed. Her self indulgence and total lack of judgment had cost her dearly. He turned on his heel and walked as fast as he could out of the house. She followed him imploring him to stop and let her speak but he ignored her. As Jay was getting into his Lexus, he snarled at her like a cornered beast, "Stay the fuck away from me! You goddamn fucking slut!" Jay tore down the two lane access road and left her on the driveway, crying my eyes out. Hysterical, she ran back to the room and grabbed her overnight bag. The catch popped and the contents spilled on the floor. As Bailey was gathering up the contents and shoving them back in her suitcase, she heard Jordan and Andre' engaged in a loud verbal battle. All she could think about was getting away from them as fast as she could. She left her belongings on the floor and ran to her car parked in the driveway. Her marriage was a train wreck now, smashed to smithereens. Without regard for Jay or the consequences, her sexual debauchery had demolished her personal life. As she sped towards home, Bailey's psyche reached panic level. The reality of her actions sank in and she realized that Jay was lost to her, possibly forever. She had betrayed him in the worst possible way. By giving her body to Andre', she'd made a mockery of their marriage vows. When Bailey arrived home, there was no sign of Jay or his car. In the master bedroom his dresser was plundered and she knew that he was gone, probably for good. Another crying jag started and it would be just one of many. She practically ripped the clothes from her body and took a scalding hot shower, soaping and scrubbing, desperately trying to wash away the sin that stained her soul. **** After Jay checked into the motel, he slumped in a chair and stared at the opposite wall, his mind a whirl of questions. He couldn't erase the image of his wife, his Bailey fucking Andre' with an expression of pure lust on her face. He saw it with his own eyes and shuddered with repugnance. When Jordan had telephoned him last week, he refused to believe her. They agreed to meet at a restaurant on the outskirts of Los Angeles. She showed him the photographs and he recoiled with disgust. The images were sharp and clear, there was no mistaking who the people were. Jordan explained that she wanted to catch them in the act and how she set up Andre' by telling him she was going out of town with friends. She invited him to possibly witness first hand what they saw in the photos and he accepted. How many times had Andre and Bailey fucked? How many times had she sucked his cock? Jay shook with fury at the mere thought of Andre pumping his seed into Bailey's pussy. No wonder she refused his advances, he thought, his fury rising even higher. He punched the wall in frustration, breaking several bones. As he held his damaged hand, the pain intensifying, Jay felt a terrible sense of sadness, of loss descend on him. His anger turned to tears and he sobbed his heart out. **** For a week Bailey tried reaching Jay by cell phone, leaving multiple messages imploring him to talk with her. She had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Her dream job evaporated along with her marriage the day they were caught by Jordan. Numerous times her cell rang but it was Andre's private number and she refused to answer deleting his messages before she listened to them. She had nothing to say to him and dreaded the day she would receive a formal order to appear in divorce court. Bailey paced the floor like a caged animal, her soul empty and her heart full of desolation. Early Saturday morning Bailey heard her cell phone and saw Jay's number on the screen. She answered and croaked out a weak hello. Jay informed her he had found an apartment and wanted to pick up some of his belongings. But, he preferred that she wasn't there when he did so. Bailey was speechless. Her voice failed her and she started bawling. "Bailey...Bailey...stop your fucking crying," he was shouting on the tiny speaker. She picked up her phone. "Jay, please listen...I'm sorry...I made an awful mistake...can we at least talk about it?" "What's there to discuss? I saw you with...him...screwing your brains out...what could you possibly want to talk about...how fucking great it was!" he yelled in her phone. "I love you Jay...I'm so sorry...it got out of hand...Andre' can be very...charming..." "So what does that make me dear? A piece of shit? Sorry? You're just sorry you got caught!" he blasted at her, his voice filled with bitterness. "I do love you...Jay...I..." the tears flowed anew. "Stop telling me you love me. If you loved me, if you truly loved me...oh God! You make me want to puke!" he shouted and ended the call. Bailey threw herself on the couch and cried her heart out. She was telling Jay the truth, she did love him. What happened with Andre' was her hedonistic pursuit of sexual pleasure. He meant nothing to her. But, if Andre' meant nothing her why did she have sex with him repeatedly? Jay was sure to ask that question. She knew in her heart that she didn't have an answer but once she started on the slippery slope of infidelity, she found it impossible to stop. Another week went by before Jay called. The mortgage was due on the house and bills had to be paid. They had an important decision to make about their home. Although she was looking for employment, Bailey doubted she'd find anything close to her previous salary. If they put the house on the market, then in a symbolic way it was the truly the end. "Can we at least try counseling, just for a little while?" she begged him repeatedly. Jay balked at the entire idea. Why should he go to counseling when Bailey was at fault? She obliterated their marriage by carrying on like a two bit tramp. His Bailey, his wife fucking Andre' with out any regard for him. What did that make him? Nothing, he was nothing to her and that hurt more than anything else. "No Bailey, if you want to go to counseling, you can go by yourself. I can't even stand to look at you right now let alone be in the same room with you. You revolting piece of shit, you disgust me!" he shouted, shaking with rage. In spite of his harsh, demeaning words, Bailey refused to give up on Jay and asked every time he called, begging him to try at least one session. "Please Jay. I don't want it to end like this. I made a huge mistake. I know you may never forgive me but...I love you..." her voice was strained with emotion. "Stop saying you love me, you goddamned whore!" he was screaming through the phone at her. Bailey tried one last time. "Please Jay. I'm begging you, please," Jay felt his rage dissipate to just anger. Something in Bailey's voice, her pleading voice... When Jay grudgingly agreed, Bailey felt the tears run down her cheeks and for the first time since that horrific day, she felt a glimmer of hope. The first session with Neil, the marriage counselor was close to what Bailey expected. Jay yelled a lot and she cried a lot, apologizing repeatedly but by the end of the session, he wasn't yelling as much. The second session started badly and ended worse. "I thought I knew you Bailey but I guess I really didn't." The sorrow was evident in his voice. "It was a terrible mistake...I regret it so much..." "Judging by the photos of you and Andre', screwing each other at the drop of hat, rutting like two dogs in heat, you weren't regretting anything until you got caught, were you my whore wife?" he shrieked at her. Bailey cringed from his verbal assault but his words were partially true. Sex with Andre' was incredible, there was no denying it. But, she was paying a terrible price because her personal life was in ruins "Please believe me...I was ending it that day...I swear I was..." she pleaded and the tears coursed down her cheeks. "I'll never believe anything you tell me again. When I think of all the lies you told me...I know you'd still be fucking him..." Jay was overcome with rage and held his head in his hands. Bailey's heart sank in despair. Her actions had reduced two lives to rubble. "...I do love you..." Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Jay turned and looked at Bailey with an expression of revulsion. "Don't you dare tell me you love me, you filthy whore..." "Why don't you believe me..." and the tears came twice as hard. "Because, I don't believe you can love someone and go off happily screwing your boss...it doesn't make sense to me...did you ever once think about me! No, all you thought about was fucking him!" Jay paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "If it was once or twice, maybe I could understand, the fascination, the desire to have...but this went on for...what...all summer!" he was yelling again. They sat in silence for several minutes, Jay glowering and Bailey crying into some tissues. "Maybe if I'd been a better husband, a better lover than none of this would have happened. In a way I blame myself. Something in your life was missing and I...," he stammered. Bailey saw the emotion, the tears in Jay's eyes. He was searching for answers and looking at himself as the cause. She wanted to go to him and put her arms around him. When she got up and made a move towards him, he jumped out of his chair and away from her. Bailey slumped back in her seat with her head in her hands. "I don't think I'll ever be able to trust you. I'll always wonder what you're doing, who you're fucking behind my back," His voice was heartbreakingly sad. Bailey was crying again his words stinging her heart. ""You really played me for a fool, I thought you'd found the job of a lifetime when what you found was the cock of your dreams." Bailey had no answers for Jay. The session ended with her sobbing her head off and Jay pushing past her consumed with anger. Neil, the therapist tried to console her but Jay was right, she had lied and cheated on him, behaving as though he didn't exist and now...it was too late to be sorry. **** In the days that followed, Bailey found employment at a small computer company but at a lot less than her previous job. At night, she lay in bed with the place beside her empty. Without Jay next to her the loneliness was crushing. She never paused to realize during her affair with Andre' just how frightful the cost of her infidelity would be. Bailey was driving to her new job when a sudden terrifying thought crossed her mind. In all the upheaval, she forgot that she missed her period. She was never late and she was already two weeks overdue. She was a nervous wreck the first day on the job. On the way home, she stopped at the pharmacy and purchased an EPT kit. But, Bailey's intuition was telling her that she wasn't going to get her period for at least another nine months. She followed the instructions on the package and sat on the toilet lid staring in disbelief at the result. She was pregnant. There was no doubt in her mind it was Andre's. During the entire affair, she neglected to think about adequate protection preferring to count the days like her Catholic mother did. "The rhythm method" it was called and even her mom said it wasn't fool proof. "I know a lot of women that had babies using that method," her mother once told her. She felt like a complete and utter fool. In despair, Bailey made an appointment with the clinic to have an abortion. It was the only possible solution to saving her marriage. On the morning of the procedure, she sat in the parking lot having a furious internal debate. Although Bailey wasn't a practicing Catholic, her beliefs prevented her from getting out of the car. Every time she tried, something stopped her. She couldn't terminate the life growing inside her and drove home feeling completely depressed and terrified about the future. Bailey had to tell Jay but when... she waited until their next counseling session. In the reception room, she felt nauseous. She was deathly afraid of Jay's reaction and her hands shook with anxiety. It was only their fourth meeting and she was dropping the atom bomb of bad news. As they sat in front of Neil, Bailey had the overwhelming sensation she was going to be sick. "Bailey, are you ok? You look so pale," Neil asked. Bailey's stomach was churning and she fled to the powder room. With her head in the toilet, she vomited. She was experiencing morning sickness from the pregnancy. When she was physically able to return to her seat, Neil suggested postponing the session. "No, no...I'm alright," she croaked. Neil did a quick review of the previous meeting and asked her what she wanted to start with. Bailey swallowed the bile that was rising in her throat. "Ah...you see Neil...I...discovered that I'm...ah...pregnant." she hung her head in shame. The silence was deafening. When she looked up, Jay had a look of pity on his face; no anger, no harsh words, no recriminations. "I'm sorry to hear that Bailey," Jay said softly. Bailey burst into tears. She would rather have him screaming at her than pity her. His indifference was a sign that any hope of reconciliation was fading fast. In the parking lot, Jay took Bailey's arm because she looked unsteady on her feet. It was the first physical contact from him since...she couldn't remember. "What are you going to do?" he asked. His tone was even. "I won't get an abortion, I can't..." she started to cry again. Jay stood in front of her and watched her bawl. A part of him wanted to hold her, tell her everything was going to be alright but the other part of him was repulsed by the very thought that it was Andre's child. An awful melancholy fell over Jay and his heart ached for what was lost. They had talked about starting a family. Bailey wanted to have children but her "dream job" ended any further discussion. "Bailey, can I ask you something?" His tone was soft. "Yes," Her voice cracked from crying. "Was I a bad husband? Did I do something that made you unhappy?" "No, It was me, my stupidity...my..." her eyes were awash with tears. Jay helped her get into the Lexus. "I know that you don't believe me but I love you...what I did was unforgivable...but it wasn't your fault..." her voice was shaky but honest. More than anything, Bailey wanted him to hold her. But, she had hurt him, hurt him so deeply that she realized that there was no going back. She gathered all her strength and stopped blubbering. "Jay, no matter what happens, I do love you. I gave my body to Andre', but I couldn't help myself. He has a kind of animal magnetism that...but I don't love him, I never did and he didn't have any feelings for me, it was purely sexual..." She held her head in her hands weeping in misery. "If I could take it back, I would, a thousand times over. But, I can't and I can't change how I feel about you..." Bailey's soul was filled with anguish. Jay was incensed. How could she do it? She had wounded him to the very core of his being and it still infuriated him but she was vulnerable now, pregnant. The fact that it was Andre's devastated Jay. Bailey was telling him the truth and although it struck a nerve, he realized that he still had feelings for her. On what level he was unsure but he couldn't abandon her, not in her present condition. Why did he have to do the noble thing? He asked himself. When Jay left her that day in the parking lot, she was sure that it was over for good. Her marriage had been ripped asunder by her flagrant indiscretion and now she was pregnant with Andre's offspring. How could she possibly expect Jay to stick by her. Everything about her future looked grim. Jay refused to answer any of her calls until they met at the next counseling session. Bailey's eyes were puffy and red, she'd obviously been crying a lot. But, his heart was heavy with despair and he loathed her for what she did to him. He wanted to know why, why she found it so easy to deceive him, lie to him and have sex with another man. He asked her point blank. "Was Andre' more of man than me? Is that why you fucked him so often? Am I just some wimp you found it easy to walk all over?" His blunt questions stunned her. "He's a very charming, persuasive man who's used to getting what he wants and he wanted me..." Dream Job "...but you wanted him too," "Yes, I wanted him..." "Why Bailey? Why was it so easy for you to cast me aside? You say you love me but now that the chips are down and you need my help..." Jay's words stung her but she had it coming. "Ok Jay, yeah, I deserved that and certainly you may have looked wimpy compared to someone like Andre' but...it was just a sexual fantasy that I lost myself in...I'll say it again, I made a dreadful mistake...I deeply hurt someone that I loved and that was you...I realized my gross error in judgment too late and I've paid an awfully high price for my indiscretion...I'll spend the rest of my life apologizing if I have to but I do love you..." Bailey couldn't hold back the flood of tears. With her head in her hands, Bailey mourned for what she had lost with Jay. She didn't know how or if she could ever convince him of her love. A terrible weariness descended on her. "Would I put myself through all this if I didn't have any feelings for you? If I truly didn't love you, I would have said fine lets end it when you moved out." Her heart ached with sadness and she openly wept. Jay's heart was unmoved and he still felt outraged. But, slowly it softened. After three months, Bailey had a hint of a pot belly. In spite of her emotional turmoil, she had the glow of motherhood about her. Jay had picked up on it and it was a source of fascination for him. In his mind he had pledged not to abandon her and he was determined to do the right thing. "Bailey, I'll stick by you through this...I ah...just want you to know that...you can rely on me..." Bailey stared at Jay. They were the first civil words he had uttered to her in months. Overcome with emotion, she wept because it was another glimmer of hope. Jay took Bailey in his arms and tried to comfort her. "Ok, try to calm down, it's not good for the baby," he stated with a weak smile. As Jay embraced her and said those soothing words, she sobbed like never before. When Bailey looked at him, she saw the compassion in his eyes. They agreed to continue the therapy but the mood had changed. The discussions were less angry. A trial period of reconciliation was recommended to see if Jay could tolerate being around her. Jay would occupy the spare room at their home. Bailey wanted to sell the house and move back to Sacramento where they'd been happy together, where they fell in love. Los Angeles held only bad memories for her. Jay agreed but he was non committal about living together. Bailey called her parents in Sacramento and tried to explain what happened. The worst part was telling them she was pregnant but Jay wasn't the father. Of course they were shocked but she was their only daughter and they wanted to help. One night, they were sitting on the sofa watching a movie when Jay asked her something disturbing. "Do you think about him? Having sex with him?" Bailey's heart ached for Jay but occasionally she did think about Andre' and his hard sweaty body on top of her screwing her to orgasm after orgasm. She knew she should lie... "Yes, I'm sorry but I do," she hung her head in utter shame. Jay said nothing but was gloomy the following day. At dinner, he was very quiet and his eyes looked horribly sad. "Please Jay, what's wrong?" she implored. "I can't seem to let it go...you with him...the sight of you both...it..." his eyes were filled with tears. "I'm sorry that you had to see that...I'm sorry for the awful way I acted...I'm so sorry that I hurt you..." her insides ached with sadness for the anguish she inflicted on the only man she ever loved. He was suffering because of her and Bailey felt the deepest regret of her life. "Jay, would you let me hold you? Please? It may take some of the pain away." Her voice was soothing to him and in spite of his feelings, he let her. But, he heard it, the love in her voice and while his love for her was in doubt, he realized that she had spoken the truth. In Bailey's arms he experienced some peace. With his head on her shoulder, he felt the warmth of her body and found it comforting. It eased his mind a bit and he fell asleep that way. When he awoke, she was still holding him tenderly, lightly stroking his hair. They were a long way from repairing the damage but it was a start... They agreed to live together under the same roof in Sacramento but would postpone the move until Bailey had the baby and the house was sold and settled. **** As Bailey sipped her tea, lost in the recollections of the past, she heard high pitched crying, a wail coming from the living room. She hustled in and looked down at a small figure lying in a portable crib, the tiny face screwed up with a painful expression. "Sweetheart, don't cry...shh...mommy's here..." Bailey picked up the squirming figure, her son and held him close to her body. She felt along the inside of his diaper and it was soaking wet. A new diaper replaced the old one but he was still fussy. She located a fresh bottle in the kitchen and as she rocked him, he contentedly sucked the warm milk. Her revulsion over finding herself carrying Andre's baby turned to joy when he was born. The first time she held him, she gazed with wide eyed wonder at the little miracle. Jay had been incredibly supportive and was in the delivery room with her. "Have you thought of a name?" Jay asked. With all the upheaval in her life, she honestly hadn't but when she saw the name of the hospital "Saint Christopher's" imprinted on the bed sheets, she was adamant, his name was Christopher. Her baby, her little Christopher was the joy of her life. With her parents and Jay as her support group, she felt confident that things would go smoothly in Sacramento. Bailey's relationship with Jay had improved dramatically in the intervening months. His encouragement and assistance during her pregnancy meant a lot to her. They established a middle ground and tried to put the wreckage of their marriage behind them. It was the absolute best she could hope for under the circumstances. Bailey had confided to Jay that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with Andre. She didn't want his money or his interference in her life in any way. Her pregnancy was kept quiet and never revealed to Andre or Jordan, as far as she was aware. Jay assured her that he would help in any way he could, including financially. Jay had a soft spot in his heart for Christopher, she saw it in his face, his actions and sometimes it moved her to tears. Jay should be holding his child not a stranger's. She intimated that sentiment one day soon after Christopher's birth. "I'm sorry he's not your son," she'd said with sorrow, and the tears flowed down her face. "But, he's part of you Bailey...I'm holding part of you," His declaration made her cry even harder. Now when Bailey looked at Jay, she saw a man who'd grown by leaps and bounds, a real man who took on responsibilities that weren't his to take on. She prayed that someday they could start over as husband and wife. She loved him and whenever they were together, she told him so and he smiled in gratitude. He couldn't say the same in return but intuitively, she knew that he did. They were still taking things one day at a time. Bailey realized that the misery she had caused Jay could never be fully repaired. He admitted that he was still plagued by the images of her and Andre' together. But, she was confident that over time it would fade and grow dim in his heart and mind. In their private moments, Jay let her hold him and although that was all he would allow, Bailey knew that the close contact was a part of the healing process. Bailey's physical desire for her husband had returned but she was aware that it might be a long time before anything of that nature happened. She was content to wait and initiate intimacy when the time was right. Legally, they were still married and she wanted to keep it that way. Christopher finished the bottle and she held him at her shoulder so he could burp. As she patted his back, she thought about the questions he would undoubtedly have for her in the future. But, it seemed like a long way off and she was clueless as to how she would handle his inquiries. Bailey heard Jay let himself in through the back door. He smiled when he saw her and Christopher and it always warmed her heart. He took the contended child from her so she could finish packing the last items. As she bustled around the room, she watched Jay out of the corner of her eye, smiling and making goo goo eyes at her son. If they did manage to establish a new relationship, Bailey with all her heart and soul wanted to have a child with Jay. She yearned for it already. But, would Jay want to have a son or a daughter with her? It was food for thought for another day. Dream Job The California Board of Education meeting once again ran late into the night. The stale air became stifling in the August evening as the air conditioning units had been shut down over an hour ago. Tempers started to flare, as discussions had become as hot as the California sunshine. Arguments were heard and heard again with no end in sight. "Look," said the chairman flatly, "we have to find a solution and soon. The dropout rate in the Southern California School system is at an all time high. Attendance rates are the worst in decades. Our federal funding is in jeopardy. If we don't fix this problem immediately, all our paychecks will be on the line. Believe me, heads will roll." His words were ominous. Suddenly you could hear a pin drop. "We will adjourn and reconvene in the morning," he added in a serious tone, "we are all tired and we are getting nowhere tonight." The next day's meeting got off relatively smoothly. People seemed refreshed and a bit more spirited than the previous night. The usual suggestions of tying teacher's pay to student test scores and other accountability issues were once again debated and shot down. Once again the meeting seemed to be going nowhere. The chairman was visibly frustrated. "Mr. Chairman I have a suggestion," said a female voice from the crowd. "State your name please," said the chairman. "Elizabeth Rodriguez," stated the woman, "my daughter goes to school here." "OK Ms. Rodriguez," said the chairman, "What do you have in mind?" "Well, I've been thinking," began the woman, "It seems to me the only way to correct the problem is to completely revise the curriculum. The reason why attendance rates are so poor and the dropout rate so high, is that students are just not interested. I mean who really cares what the capital of Lithuania is anyway?" "Well, Ms. Rodriguez, what do you have in mind?" asked the chairman flatly. "I think students should be taught real life skills," said the woman in a determined voice, "Like oral sex." There were audible moans and giggles from the crowd. "Oral sex?" The chairman seemed perplexed, "So, you mean to tell me you would have your daughter taught oral sex in school instead of geography?" "Well, yes," continued the woman hesitantly, "I mean if it would keep her in school and perhaps make her more suitable for marriage." There was laughter from the audience. "At least you know she will do her homework!" shouted a voice in the crowd. More laughter was heard. "OK, I see your point. I think this is a bit extreme, but at this point I'm willing to try anything," said the chairman, "I doubt it will pass, but I will at least put it to a vote after lunch. Desperate times call for desperate measures." Lunchtime came and went rather uneventfully though it was clear what the main topic of discussion was at everyone's table. After lunch, as promised, the new curriculum was voted on. "Has the board made a decision?" questioned the chairman. "Yes we have Mr. Chairman." "How say ye?" "We vote in favor of the new curriculum by a margin of one vote." There was an undercurrent of hushed moans, giggles and general muffled conversation. "Well, this is a surprise," stated the chairman, "I need to get this going right away if we are to institute these changes by the start of the school year." He then turned to one of his assistants, a shapely brunette in her mid twenties. "Miss Dover, I am appointing you head of the special committee to institute the revised curriculum. I need a plan drawn up by tomorrow morning. We will meet again at nine sharp." "Yes Mr. Chairman" said Miss Dover quietly. Nine o'clock the next day rolled around and the meeting was packed. Word got out about the new changes and it was the talk of the town. Many people showed up to see and hear what would happen. This was big news in town and no one wanted to miss it. "The meeting will come to order," stated the chairman, "Miss Dover, what are your findings?" "Mr. Chairman," said Miss Dover in a quiet deliberate tone, "I have done some research and asked people who I acknowledge to be experts in the field and they all tell me the same thing." "Go ahead, Miss Dover." "Well, we should start these changes off on a trial basis in one high school only at first." "Do you have a school in mind, Miss Dover?" asked the chairman. "Yes sir. The Desiree Morehead Academy in Southern California near the beach is an elite yet progressive all girls school that would be perfect as a test vehicle for this project. The student body is a relatively small but accomplished group of girls known for being the best and brightest in their community." "Fine, sounds perfect," said the chairman, "Have you come up with a teacher who will be willing to teach these young women the fine art of oral sex?" "Well yes," added Miss Dover, "Everyone I spoke to mentioned the same name." "And who, may I ask, is this person?" "His name is Alan Walters. He is an expert in human sexuality. He was working at a major university in New Jersey on a project involving the effects of oral stimuli on the female orgasm. I am told that project is done. He is also the leading authority on oral sex in the free world." "Yes, Yes!" a female voice cried out, "Get him here! I mean, um, yes, bring him here." Muffled laughter could be heard in the background. "OK Miss Dover," stated the chairman, "You have one week to get him here." "Oh, thank you Mr. Chairman! You won't regret it." It was early one morning, as I was lying half-awake in bed. I was in the middle of a private teaching session with one of my colleagues. Suddenly the phone rang. Who the heck can be calling me at this hour? Anyone who knows me knows I am not a real morning person. "Excuse me Cheryl, lift your head a moment I need to reach the phone." I reached my arm out and fumbled for the receiver. "Hello" "Hello, is this Alan Walters?" asked the caller. "Um, yes it is, how can I help you?" "Oh Mr. Walters, I'm so glad I reached you," continued the caller, "Are you working right now?" "Um, no. I was involved in a research project at Rutgers University exploring the effects of oral stimuli on female orgasm but the project ended and the grant will not be renewed. So, I am currently not working." I answered. "Could you just re-iterate your credentials, briefly for me." "Well, I have a degree in human sexuality with a minor in psychology. I also have a masters in teaching. Why?" I asked. "Wow, that is perfect. Would you be interested in accepting a teaching position at a prestigious school?" the voice asked. "Well, that is what I set out to do. Who is this anyway?" "Sir, my name is Miss Dover. I am with the Southern California Board of Education and I need to meet with you as soon as possible. Can we meet tomorrow afternoon for lunch?" "Sure, I don't see why not." I said. "Great, talk to you tomorrow." After working out the details of the meeting I pondered the brief conversation. Southern California, hmm. Sounded good. I guess I could teach there. Probably be teaching the history of human sexuality at some community college to a bunch of dimwitted geeks. Heck, at least the weather will be nice. If I do decide to go at least I won't have much to pack. My ex-wife took about everything except my Les Paul guitar and Mesa amp, my blues records and my Exakta camera. The next day arrived and I made my way to my scheduled meeting spot to meet with Miss Dover. She had chose to meet me at a local bar of all places. I found myself an empty booth and ordered a Guinness. Minutes later a very shapely brunette of about 25 came in and started walking directly towards my booth. She had on a low cut red dress that looked like it was painted on. For all I know it was. She sat down in the seat across from mine and leaned over. "You must be Alan Walters," she said. "Yes, you can call me Alan," I replied, "You must be Miss Dover." "Yes, but you can call me Ilene." Ilene Dover. Hmmm. I leaned over to get a better view of that cleavage. Or at least I wanted to. "Tell me more about this teaching position," I inquired. "What is the course and what community college will I end my career at?" "Actually, you will be teaching oral sex to high school seniors at a prestigious all-girls school in Southern California." she said as she leaned over and touched my arm. "Um, excuse me. For a moment there is sounded like you said I will be teaching oral sex at an all-girls school in Southern California," I was surprised I got those words out. "Yes. It is part of a new curriculum. Don't worry. We will pay all your moving expenses. We will set you up in a house on the beach and provide your transportation." I could feel her knee against my inner thigh at this point. "You mean a company car as well?" I asked hesitantly. "Yes, I'm sure that can be arranged," she was stroking my arm in a very sensual manor at this point, "So, are you interested?" "Um, yes." I managed to get the words out somehow, "Um, when do I start?" "I just have to make certain you are as good in bed as your reputation," she said coyly, a sheepish grin on her face,"You are known as the best oral sex expert in the world." "Um, yes, but, um, wouldn't me having sex with you be unprofessional and unethical considering you would be my employer?" I was nervous at her continued advances. "Oh please!" she insisted, "Please, I'll pay you!" Hmmm. I thought, well, I could use the money. "How much?" I asked cautiously. "I have a thousand in small unmarked bills and I can tip you a couple hundred after I go to the ATM later this afternoon." Hmmm. Seemed fair she would give me a tip. I planned on giving her a tip, and then some. We ended up at a local hotel. After sweating up the sheets a bit we shared a cigarette. Afterwards I heard her on the phone... "Yes Mr. Chairman, he lives up to his reputation. And then some." Arriving in Southern California was a bit of a relief after the long flight. I found my luggage and made my way out to the meeting area. I spotted Ilene and signaled with a wave. "Have a good flight?" she asked. "Not bad. Nice to see you again." It was nice to see her again and she was looking hot in her minidress and no bra. As the sweat built up around her breasts from the hot California sun, you could clearly see her nipples trying to poke through. Ilene led me by the hand to a convertible parked by the curb. "This is your new ride," she said. "Hmmm. Porsche Boxter S. Not bad. The red is a bit bright though, don't you think?" "Get used to it. It was all they had," she replied. "Where we headed?" I just had to ask. "To your new home," was the reply. We wound our way down a narrow twisty road towards the ocean. I could see a secluded beach house at the end of the road. Ilene pulled the car up to the house and turned off the engine. "We're here." she announced. I grabbed my bags and walked inside. The living room was spacious with a large ceiling fan quietly churning the warm beach air. There was a large screen TV mounted on the wall. A leather sofa and love seat were the main furnishings. I walked through the living room and into the kitchen. I snuck a peek into the refrigerator. "Ah, Guinness. You remembered." I grabbed a brew from the fridge and popped it open. Ilene then grabbed my hand. "Follow me," she cooed. Ilene led me into the bedroom. The large four-post bed was reflected in the mirrored ceiling. It looked very inviting. Ilene saw me staring at the bed. "Don't you think we should break it in?" she asked. "I don't know, are you going to pay me?" "Well, I..." "That's OK, I'm feeling generous today," I said softly in her ear. After an hour or so of foreplay in which I gave her about a dozen orgasms we engaged in a bit of afterplay easily going through the first ten pages of the Karma Sutra. Ilene lied motionless on the bed in total exhaustion while I decided whether to hit the tennis court later or just go for a swim. "Wow, your tongue really is amazing," she cooed, "I hope nothing ever happens to it." "Don't worry babe, I have it insured for a cool million." I replied. After I drove Miss Dover home I came back and pondered my situation. Soon I would be teaching oral sex to teenage girls. Really didn't sound like hard work, but was it? It was a long time since I actually taught any real students. I really didn't know what to expect from teenage girls these days. I mean were they eager to learn? Would they listen to me and respect me as a teacher? Would they do their homework? Most important, were they hot looking? So much ran through my mind, with my starting date just a few days away. The day finally arrived for me to start my new job. Ilene's directions were good and I arrived at the school early. The school was an old stately looking place that reminded me of photos I've seen of Oxford. I walked up the steps and was greeted at the front desk by a perky young girl in a sharp looking uniform. She greeted me and told me the Head Mistress was anxious to see me. I followed her to a remote office where a tall woman in a neatly pressed uniform wearing what looked like an officer's cap greeted me. "Hi, I'm Head Mistress Helga," she stated with a sense of authority, "I'm in charge of discipline here." "Good, I'm Alan, I'm.." "If you have any discipline problems just let me know," Helga interrupted. "Good, I was wondering..." "We take discipline very serious here at The Desiree Morehead Academy." she added. "I understand but I..." "Yes, how about you big boy, do you need discipline?" she was now sitting on my knee. "I um, I ah..." "Excuse me Head Mistress Helga," the girl at the front desk reappeared, "I can show Mr. Walters to his new classroom." "Yes, I'm eager to see it," I got up swiftly, grabbed my briefcase and followed the receptionist to a large old room. I walked in and placed my briefcase on the front desk. "Hot in here, isn't it?" I asked. "Yes, the air conditioner is not working today," she answered, "Should have it fixed by this afternoon." Just my luck I thought. I arrive in California for my first day of teaching and the damn AC is on the fritz. Teaching oral sex to a bunch of hot, fidgety teenagers. What else could go wrong? "Your first class should start at nine." she added, "If you need anything, just let me know." "Thanks. I should be fine." I certainly was nervous when the nine o'clock bell approached and the students started to file in. I shouldn't be I thought. It's not like I never taught before. But somehow the sight of these young women filing in with their neatly pressed school uniforms brought butterflies to my stomach. The last of the girls filed in just as the nine o'clock bell rang. I began my speech: "Good Morning class. Welcome to Oral Sex 101. I will be your teacher. My name is Professor Walters. I know I can be hard sometimes but you will soon learn to deal with it. You will be expected to have good oral skills to make it to the head of the class. If that is tough for you to swallow, get used to it. I expect you to come every day...um, to class. I do not give loads of homework but I expect you to do all your homework assignments and if you need help I am available after class. If there is any disobedience, Head Mistress Helga and I will hand out discipline and I can assure you she is a tough disciplinarian. Discipline will be hard and swift. Any questions?" A hand goes up in the front row. "Yes, um.." I look at my seating chart, "Lisa" "It's hot in here." "Yes I know," I respond, "The air conditioning is broken." "Can we take our clothes off?" asks Lisa politely. Oh God, I think. First the air conditioner is broken, next I get nervous and start to ramble now these young girls all want to take their clothes off...jeez, what else could go wrong? Ah, what the heck, it can't really do any harm. "OK, you all can take your clothes off if you insist." "Oh, thank you teacher." one girl says. "Yes, thank you teacher." another says. Soon all the girls are standing there in their underwear. "Teacher, can you help me unhook my bra?" a voice from the second row asks softly. "OK, OK! I can unhook all of your bras. Just line up in front of my desk in order of bra size. I want the smallest breasted girls first and the biggest tits at the end of the line. Do you hear me?" "Yes teacher." they all say at once. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. The alarm goes off and my girlfriend Joyce reaches over and turns it off. She then nudges me softly... "Good morning honey, time to wake up." "Huh," I say. "Time to wake up. Looks like you were lost in dreamland" she says. "Yes, I guess I was dreaming. And it was a good one." I say. "From the looks of that boner it must have been." "Sure was. Hey, do you feel like playing naughty schoolgirl?" I ask. "So early?" she asks. "Yea, why not. I'm just in the mood." With that I give her a spank on the butt and she giggles. A good way to start off any day.