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Magazine Subscriptions

By: PantyhoseFan



Okay, show of hands here. Have you ever had those annoying visits from people trying to sell magazines, often so that they can afford a trip out of the country? You have. Well good. Now, have they ever fucked you to sell a subscription? Didn’t think so. Well, I have. It happened while in my second year of college. This is what happened.

I was sitting in my room, watching TV. I had no roommate this year, so the room was all to myself. All of a sudden, I heard a knock at the door. I got up and went to the door, and opened it to find two beautiful women. Well, one looked a bit better than the other in my books, but they were still great looking women. They asked to come in, and I let them. As they stood there, telling me why they were there, I suddenly asked, “Are you selling magazines?” The reply was no. Okay, I let them continue. They went on, and finally said, “We’re selling subscriptions…” You could understand why I was upset. They had just told me they weren’t selling magazines, and now they were asking if I would like to subscribe to some. Well, I jokingly said, “Ok, if you fuck me.” I never expected a yes. I did a double take, and asked if they had said yes. “Yes, we will fuck you, but you have to buy a subscription from each of us.” “No problem,” I replied. I doubt any of you would have said otherwise. They had just one request, that I wear a condom. I had no problem with that. While I was out of them at the moment, thankfully the vending machine downstairs had some. I sent one of them down with some money, while the other one helped me move both of the beds together. Since they were single beds, I didn’t want to have someone accidentally fall off. 

Now both girls were dressed nicely. Not “going to church” dress up, but “going for a nice night out” dressed up. One was wearing a dress, while the other wasn’t. Their names were Angela and Rachel. Angela was a bit more developed than Rachel, but not much. And Rachel had red hair, while Angela’s was blond. Angela was the one I mentioned was a bit better looking, mainly because I’m a breast man. Of course, Rachel was the one who went to get the condoms. We had finished putting the beds together, and cleaning a few things off of one when Rachel got back. Apparently, she had bought four packs of condoms. Guess she was looking for more than I was expecting. No problem there. She locked the door, as people sometimes will come and just walk in once in a while on my floor. Boy, were these girls horny.

As soon as my door was shut, Angela began tearing off my clothes. It was such a sudden occurrence that before I was aware what was happening, I was already naked. At the same time, Rachel was getting onto the bed. When Angela finished with me, she got down on her knees and had my dick in her mouth before I could figure out what was going on. At that moment, Rachel pulled me over and sat me on the bed. She laid me down, and then stood over my chest. I was still in disbelief that they were doing this and was expecting something to happen any minute, but nothing did. I told Angela I was rolling over, and she maneuvered with me, licking my dick up and down all the way. I was beginning to feel the effects of her work. I could tell that several times she deep-throated it. Once I was on my stomach, I urged Rachel to get in front of me and lay down. When she did this, I helped her move closer to me, only I made sure her dress didn’t get rolled up past her knees. I slowly wiggled inside her dress, up to her pussy. I could feel her pantyhosed legs rubbing against my back. I realized that she wasn’t wearing panties when I looked up to see her pussy lips in front of me. When her pussy was finally within tongue reach, I reached around outside her dress and grabbed her hips, as I began to lick her pussy. I did this through the pantyhose. It might have been a new experience for her, as she kept telling me how that felt good, and how Angela should try it. I suddenly squeezed her hips as I orgasmed. I could tell the Angela didn’t have her mouth around my dick, but she was holding it. I assume she got it into the mouth, but I didn’t care if she did or not. I had been trying to lick Rachel while this happened, but I’m pretty sure I was jerking a little bit. When it subsided, I continued with licking Rachel’s pussy.

When I finished, Angela cleaned me off with her tongue and climbed onto the bed. Helping Rachel out of her sweater and bra, she began to tongue Rachel’s breasts. I took a quick peek out from under the dress to see her doing this. I then went back down continued. I brought my hands down below and used them to massage her clit as I continued to lick her pussy. The only thing I couldn’t do was insert my tongue, but I was able to push my finger in a little bit. Apparently, Angela decided to help out by putting her hand down the pantyhose and inserting a finger for me. As she did this, I decided to remove the dress. It was hindering me a bit. When I got it off and onto the floor, I took Angela’s hand out and pulled her pantyhose down a bit. I pulled them down just enough that I could slip my head up between them and her pussy. I then continued my work. As I glanced up, I realized that Angela was now getting her pussy licked by Rachel as well. Pretty soon, Rachel orgasmed, filling my mouth with her juices. Some of it escaped and dripped onto the bed, but do you think I was worried about that at this point. I massaged a little bit into her pussy, and then rammed three fingers in. It definitely caught her off guard. I removed them, and got up from my post. 

Pulling her pantyhose a bit further down, I slipped on the first condom, and decided to give Rachel a good fucking. Slipping in between her crotch and the pantyhose, I slowly inserted my now rock hard 7” cock into her moist lips. As I began to insert, her hands gripped the bed, getting a good hold while pausing in her licking of Angela. Once I had the head in, I pulled it back out and did it again. I did this several times, each time going a little bit further. When I finally got to having most of my cock inside her, I began to fuck her. Grabbing her hips, I pounded myself against her body. Her right hand slid down and she used her index finger to massage her clit while I fucked her. It didn’t take long before she orgasmed again. I continued to pound away while she was orgasming. It prolonged it a bit further, as I began to let loose myself. When I finished, I pulled out and stood up on the bed. Maneuvering around in front of Angela, she cleaned off my condom for me before she removed it. She then tipped it upside down over her open mouth and proceeded to empty it herself. At this point I had no doubt that she swallowed everything earlier. It was now her turn.

Pulling Angela off of Rachel, I told her to lie down. However, she decided to be defiant and got on her hands and knees instead. Just as I was about to slip on another condom, Angela stopped me. I look at her quizzingly, as she was the one who insisted on using condoms. I was about to ask when she took the condom from me and turned back around. Not wanting to piss them off and have them leave, I went along with her and forgot the condom. If she wants it au natural, I have no problem with that. As I got ready to insert myself, she stopped me. I was baffled. Here she was, about to get what she wanted, and she stops me. It became clear though, as she pointed at her ass. They weren’t worried about protected sex as much as they were about getting pregnant. As I was getting ready, Rachel got under Angela in a 69 position. Hey, if Angela wants it in the ass, who am I to deny her the pleasure. I’ve never fucked a girl anally before, but what the heck, there is a first time for everything. I could feel Rachel’s head down below as I spread Angela’s ass cheeks. I spit onto her hole and rubbed it in, then grabbed the lube from the condom packages. Spreading some onto the condom, I placed the tip of my penis against her hole. I took it carefully, not wanting to do something wrong, as I slowly began to push my way in. The feeling is a bit different going in this way, as it seems a bit tighter. When I got my head in, there was a soft popping sound, and a moan escaped from Angela’s lips.

At this point, I pushed myself in a bit further, and stopped. As I was about to pull back out, Angela looked up and around at me and said “Deeper.” Once again, why not. She asked for it. So I pushed in further as she watched me. Once I had pushed my full length in, she smiled and went back to licking Rachel’s snatch. I decided to push it a bit further and slowly began inserting my index and ring finger into Angela’s ass as well. It caught her off guard, but she didn’t say anything, so I did this with my other hand. Now, her asshole was probably stretched a good 3 and a half inches. I then proceeded to fuck her with both my cock and fingers. I didn’t have a lot of room to pull out, but it worked. After a little while, my right hand slipped out on accident, but I just continued without it. This didn’t take long to bring her to orgasm, covering Rachel’s face. Soon after, I let loose my load in her ass. I then pulled out, with a slight popping noise as the head came out.

After this, I wanted to give Rachel a fair shot at blowing me, so I got up and helped her off the bed. Angela helped her clean off her face by using her finger to wipe her clean. I then sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Rachel down between my legs. She didn’t resist, and was almost as quick as Angela in getting her mouth around me. As I lay back, Angela sat on my chest. I told her to turn around and had her lay down to help Rachel service me. Grabbing Rachel’s pantyhose, which were laying next to me on the bed, I put my arm up one of the legs. I then began to massage Angela’s pussy. She shuddered a bit, and looked back to smile. At this point I pushed my other arm up the other leg, and began to rub her ass. Nibbling on her cheeks, I moved my right hand back to her pussy and began playing with her clit. As I felt two tongues moving up and down my cock, I began to try inserting my pantyhose covered hand. As I got one, then two fingers in, I finger fucked her a few times, before inserting a third finger. I soon got up to four fingers, her moist lips helping to lubricate her. I could only feel one tongue on my dick, and assumed that she was too busy enjoying the pleasure. Eventually, I was able to get my hand in, up to my wrist. Now this is a feat for a first time fisting, let alone when you have pantyhose covering your hand. And the feeling had to be incredible. After letting out a few gasps, she urged me to continue. So I began to fist fuck her. She must have been itching to let loose, as it took about a minute before she orgasmed again.

When I pulled out my hand, the pantyhose were soaked with Angela’s nectar. She didn’t take long to turn around and clean it off, obviously enjoying her own taste. She then took the pantyhose off my arms. Now this next part surprised even me. She then put the pantyhose over Rachel’s head. She didn’t pull them down so that Rachel’s head was in one of the legs though. She stretched it a bit and put her head in as well. They moved around on the bed and laid down, kissing each other. At this point, I decided to give them double treatment, and got between their legs. Beginning to massage both their pussies, I watched as they continued to kiss each other under the pantyhose. As I began to finger fuck them, I noticed that they each pulled the pantyhose down so that their heads were each in a leg. They then began pushing their tongues out and trying to touch each other’s tongues through the pantyhose. Looking back at their snatches, I had two fingers in each of them, and began to lick both of their clits together. As they enjoyed themselves up above, I was giving them a full treatment down below. About five minutes later, Rachel let loose, followed by Angela soon after.

Unfortunately, we ended it soon after this. They had other rooms to visit. I purchased two magazine subscriptions from them. One was Playboy; the other was Entertainment Weekly. Oh, Angela and Rachel began making routine visits to my room. They usually averaged about twice a week.

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It would be some time before she'd be ready to leave.

I took out my IPhone and looked at some pictures of her. When I was a kid, no one would've so confused the functions of phone, camera, and computer.

I looked at one of her when she first came to my home outside San Luis Obispo. She stands by the gate in the light California spring rain. The mist makes the steep hills seem to lose resolution and dissolve. Everything around her is green and blooming. Her cab has just driven off. She wears blue jeans and a white blouse.

Feeling a bit sad and regretful, though it was less than a year ago, I launched the video. Again I watched as per instruction she bends and takes off her sandals, the flip-flops she'd worn to fly across the country.

Again, the gate swings open and she walks in.

She stops just far enough up the drive for the gate to close. She unbuttons her blouse, she wears no bra and pulls down her jeans and white panties. She leaves her clothes by the side of the drive.

Again I watched as I often have, her walk up the damp black asphalt, passed the rhododendrons, beds of camellias, daffodils and iris, passed the magnolias and cherries. The drive up to my house was quite beautiful. As she walks, her fine white young flesh gathers a coating of mist and she glows.

Her walk and the video end with her climbing the steps to my front door, waiting a moment, bare feet on the wet stone, before ringing the bell.

I remembered when I first saw her. I've nothing but memory of that moment. As I had plenty of time, I turned the memory over in my mind and let it play.

Only 3 weeks separated that walk in the rain and my first sighting of her.

In memory, I again parked the rental and looked at the long narrow street of townhouses. I was not there by choice entirely. I had sudden business in the dreary little city that was the reason for being for the working class suburb in which Dave and I'd grown up and been friends. Some confluence of sporting events, March madness? an unexpectedly important Nascar race? I don't know. had swallowed most of the hotel space. I'd had a choice of paying a lot for a poor room or staying with my high school and college friend whom I hadn't seen in twenty years.

It was a near thing. I hadn't seen him since his divorce. He'd come west on a visit that had been more his idea than mine. He'd been pretty broken up. He'd made a bad choice of wife, she'd been ambitious and he couldn't meet her expectations. They had 2 little girls. I introduced him to the pleasures I'd grown fond of since I left school and started to make real money. He'd taken to them like a drowning man to a thrown rope. As it turned out the rope came from some not so cheery metaphor, one not involved with rescue, cement blocks figure prominently.

When he returned home, well, to his sad new bachelor digs, he took with him the name of a club. I'd paid for his membership as it was outside his reach.

The detective his wife employed followed him there and took pictures. Faced with the prospect of a scandal that would've cost him his job, he gave up all visiting rights to his children.

Dave'd always been shy and awkward and to be frank, only average in intelligence. That was probably why we were friends back then, I was just the opposite, smart and personable and arrogant, though it's not really arrogance if one's abilities are real, is it?

After the divorce, his shyness and awkwardness remained, but he lost his glad good humor. When his parents died, his mother of cancer, his father shortly after from sadness, he moved back into their house on the block that'd been our stomping grounds as kids. He lived there pretty much as a recluse.

He kept in touch, sending Christmas cards and when his company got email, the occasional message. I replied to neither kind of communication.

In the course of arranging to stay with him, I was surprised to learn that he'd moved a year or so previous.

A light snow fell, one of the many reasons I'd left the Midwest, and it was hard to make out the numbers on the townhouses. I got out of the rental and walked by maybe 2 and found his. I walked up the short brick walk and pressed the buzzer.

She opened the door.

I had never been so surprised in my life. She was such a pretty girl, simply dressed, a modest maize colored blouse tucked neatly into her jeans. Her jeans were simple and crisp and very very blue. She wore no makeup that I could see or jewelry. Her hair was lustrous brown, cut so it made a lively cup of her pretty face. I prefer women's hair to be long, of course. The only imperfection on her oval young face with its ample warm lips, green eyes and fine eyebrows, was a small pale lump just just by her nose. I wouldn't've noticed it if her face hadn't been so close to mine. I stared at it like it was the only explainable thing in a world gone mad. Her feet were bare.

I thought, he must've gotten back in touch with his daughters.

She said, "You're Dave's friend Leo! I'm Jane. I'm Dave's well, his, his girl friend." She blushed.

"Come in please," she went on, "Dave couldn't get out of work early, it's month end." He was an accountant. "He'll be home soon. He's so looking forward to seeing you. He's told me a lot about you."

She showed me into a little living room. "Would you like something to drink?"

I managed to say I wouldn't mind a beer. She went through the dining area into the kitchen. Where she was, things seemed to be in sharp focus. Where she wasn't, I had only the sense of a vague blur.

"Let me get your things from your car. Which is it?"

"It's a blue Lexus. It's two doors down. There's a suitcase in the trunk."

"I'm on it," she said, taking the keys.

She walked out the door barefoot though there was a good 2 inches of snow on the ground. I went to the window and watched her stroll to the car like it was a summer day. She was slim with a very nice bottom. I watched her pop the trunk, get my suitcase, and roll it back to the townhouse.

My surprise had surpassed its previous record, set only moments before.

Her feet were quite red when she came in. Though she brushed them on the mat, they left narrow wet footprints on the gleaming wood of the little entryway. "Here, I'll show you your room."

I followed her up the stairs and was shown the sort of cramped second bedroom you'd expect to find in such a place. If it weren't for Jane, I'd've been regretting my choice big time.

I thought that if I had a week to spend there, I'd've surely been able to lure her from Dave. As it was, I only had the night. I had to meet with someone the next day and then had to fly out the next evening. Not much time and I felt desperate.

"The bathroom's there," she said, pointing, there was just the one. "I have to see to dinner. Make yourself at home."

She went downstairs. I followed shortly and leaned against the kitchen doorjamb. She had a pair of steaks marinating. I could smell baked potatoes in the oven. She was preparing artichokes to steam. There was lettuce and tomatoes for a salad. There was a pie, rhubarb I noticed, on the counter. There was her.

We heard the garage door trundle and a car door slam. She waited just a moment then opened a door on the other side of the kitchen just as Dave walked up the steps.

"Hey Leo!" he shouted in pleasure as he came in. "Great to see you."

I had eyes only for Jane and went through the business of greeting my old friend in a perfunctory manner. I did notice that he seemed to have regained some of the good humor he'd had when we were young. She took his coat, hung it, bent and picked up a well worn pair of slippers. Dave of course by this time had me in a bear hug so she had to wait.

While Jane went back to work on dinner, we had a beer ("I see you've a head start," he said).

They had a grill on a little patio out the back door. The patio was still snow covered. There was a shiver of cold air every time she stepped out to do something with it. Her feet left tracks from the door to the steaming grill. For me, the air around her wavered and shimmered with heat.

As I watched her, Dave brought me up-to-date on matters local. He seemed to have gotten back in touch with everyone. I learned, well heard, about who's plumbing business was doing well, who's aluminum siding work had dried up, who'd been laid off and was flipping hamburgers, who'd been laid off and found no hamburgers to flip, who was now married to who and who they'd been married to before.

This was not at all what I wanted to know. I wanted to know how in hell Dave and this wonder had gotten together. I wanted to know what could be done about it. I wanted to know if she was the evening's entertainment. I wanted to fuck her. When Dave'd come out to visit me, I'd arranged for a friend's girlfriend to keep him company, the guy was mad at her and spending the week with Dave was one of her punishments. I didn't think there would be any other girls tonight, just Jane. Would Dave be a sap and share?

I wanted to know if they were happy and what could be done about it...

I'd been growing increasingly dissatisfied with my companions. I suspect they'd always played along with me from a mixture of my personality and my power and my money. It'd never used to bother me. If I thought of it, I assumed the balance was heavily weighed towards the former. Now it bothered me.

Dinner was quite good. We sat at the table in the cramped dining area. She served, then stood behind Dave with her hands clasped behind her neck. Her shoulders lifted and pulled back her firm breasts. That sweet pair pushed plainly against her blouse, bobbing slightly with her movements..

"There've been changes in your life," I observed, "You've moved for one. I thought you'd never leave that house out in Tallmadge."

"Well," he grinned, "It was going to be awkward living out there with her." He looked up at her and their eyes met and she smiled fondly. He looked over at me with a touch of mischief in his expression.

She resumed looking demurely down at the table.

I felt a surge of lust and annoyance. Dave'd been my friend since we were barefoot kids. He'd lived 4 houses down. He'd always been the one to look up to me. I'd gotten my girl friends to fix him up with their hopefully willing friends. In college I'd argued him into my fraternity (which had all but prostituted itself to admit me) over serious objections about his awkwardness. Mine'd been the career of wealth. He'd been lucky to get a job in the accounting department of one of the few companies in the area that did not die a horrible death. He planned to go quietly into a comfortable retirement in a relatively few years.

That would likely not happen, I knew. I was in town to meet with the the VP of Finance of his employer. The guy'd been feeding us what we needed to perfect our takeover bid. The guy had some concerns about what we were offering him in return. I needed to reassure him. Shortly we would pounce and all the jobs would either evaporate or go oversees.

"Would you like to know how we met?" Dave asked.

"I see you'd like to tell me," I said, trying to sound indifferent.

He grinned at me, I wasn't fooling anybody. The bastard was going to draw it out. "Jane," he said, "What do you think I remember best about that first visit of yours?"

She looked down at him then looked over at me and blushed quite prettily. When had I last seen a young woman blush? I realized it wasn't so long before, when she'd opened the door for me and told me she was Dave's girlfriend. A smile crossed her lips.

"Perhaps, it's like how much you had to shell out?"

"That answer will cost you," he said sternly.

My surprise level'd scored yet a new high. I thought that if she was or had been a call-girl, I needed to get the name of that agency.

"Jane, again, what do I remember best about your first visit."

"I'd really rather not say."

"Worse and worse! I insist."

"It's like how we fucked after you beat me?"

He leaned his chair back, laid a hand on her ass, squeezed it through her jeans. "You will be punished for being wrong and for thinking too highly of your charms." Despite his words I could see he was pleased with her and happy to be stringing it out. Happy to be annoying me.

He turned to me. "You remember the den in that house? When it was my folks house? It had a recliner and a couch and a TV and a lot of pictures of baseball players. We spent a lot of time in there, Saturday mornings, watching cartoons, late nights on Fridays watching the horrible movies. Remember Creature Feature? That room faced a fenced-in backyard and had but a single window. I made some alterations. I put a triple-glazed window in and put up soundproofed interior shutters for one thing. Once drawn nothing could be heard outside. My prized bit of furniture was and is quite a bit different from my Dad's recliner. It cost almost what I paid for my car."

He cut a bite of steak and lifted it up for Jane to eat. His story telling skills were crap.

"I've never been like you. I've had to ration things. A girl maybe once every other month. Always in the evening when its dark and the neighbors won't notice. It'd been near 20 years since my divorce. It was the weekend before Thanksgiving. The weather was foul, freezing rain. Sunday morning I couldn't stand it. I called 'em and got them to send a woman that afternoon.

"Of course by noon it'd turned beautiful.

"If you remember, the front walk of that house ran from the driveway to the front door and there was a shoulder high hedge between it and the front yard the woman'd only have be in view a few seconds. And of course the neighbors did not spend their time scrutinizing my doings. They'd've been bored stiff. Still I worried and thought of canceling, but didn't. I'd've had to pay anyway. And I did want the occupation."

He paused and looked up at Jane.

"What I remember best about that Sunday afternoon, is how your eyes widened, your lips so slightly parted, your stance shifted, the moment your eyes took in what would so soon be your steed, its leather black and highly polished, its rump raised higher that its head, so its rider always tips forward, galloping downhill."

He turned back to me. "She must've stood tense, transfixed for a whole delicious minute. Her eyes dropped and took in the Velcro straps on each of its four legs, each strap adjustable so it can be just the height to bind a particular rider's ankles and wrists. Her eyes must've taken in the thick drawn curtains, the hard polished wood of the paddle where it lay on a chest of drawers, next to the other things. How wide her eyes had grown when they turned back to me! That instant was so delicious!

"At that moment, I changed my guess about her. I had figured her to be a college kid making some good money to avoid student loans. Now I reckoned her to be a college theater student with real acting talent making some good money to avoid student loans.

"She'd rung my doorbell and I'd opened it. I must've looked wide-eyed myself for a second. I hadn't been expecting something with such fresh faced prettiness. Before she could say anything I growled, 'You're late!' and pulled her in. 'Quiet! There's nothing you can say!'

"There was just the right amount of confusion and reluctance on her part. We paused at the door to my den, it was dim compared to the brightness of the afternoon, the curtains were pulled and several lamps were lit. The horse loomed before her."

He looked up at her again, smiling, as if he could still see that look of feigned innocense.

"I told you sternly, 'Because you are late, I'm going to be extra hard on you.'

"I saw her eyes shift again to the paddle and the whips that lay on the table. She took a step back and put a hand over her mouth. I gripped her arm harder and pulled her in and shut the door. She looked again at the horse and now her expression seemed to take on something of a fearful fascination. She set her bag and something else, I wasn't paying attention, on an easy-chair. She looked again at the horse. Then she turned to look at me.

"She looked excited and scared and hesitant. 'If I asked you to let me go, would you?'

"I thought, 'Shit, she's going to chicken out.'

"I said, 'Yes, of course.'

"I got just a glimpse of her tongue as it touched her upper lip. She looked at me a moment, breathing through open lips. There was a hint of amusement about those lips and the corners of her fine eyes. Then, 'If you're expecting me to like beg for mercy, it's not gonna happen,' she said, 'I've done nothing wrong.'

"'Impertinence will only make it worse,' I said, 'Strip.'

"There was another pause. I thought of telling her she'd be punished for the delay, but held my tongue. When she shook off one flip-flop then the other, I realized I'd been holding my breath and let it out. I tried to hide my relief.

"Her stripping was another good thing. I know that you, Leo, like the girls to put on a show and make a long tease of it until you pretend frustration and take a firm hand, but not me. I like it simple. And she was so pretty! Her t-shirt came off, then her bra. Her breasts looked just the size of my cupped hand," he held up his hand to show, though I could see enough of the real things under her shirt to judge for myself, not really as large as I like, but sweet.

"Then she dropped her jeans and her white underpants. Everything was just perfect. No thong, no shaved pussy, she had a nice healthy bush of hair. The skin of her hips and breasts was a lovely pale ivory white, lighter than the rest of her. That ivory made two bands, each a healthy width, showing she didn't go in for skimpy swimwear.

"'Over there,' I said and pointed to the horse.

"Oh her bottom when she turned! Its cheeks were plump and springy. It was all I could do to keep my own hips from swaying in time with hers. She stepped hesitantly to what was for her clearly the only furniture in the room.

"'Mount and straddle it,' I ordered.

"She ran a hand along its leather, felt its stiffness, hesitated, then she stepped up, swung a leg over, and with a little jump she was astride it. She shifted herself, clearly a bit surprised at how it felt.

"'Scoot back to this end.' I said, patting its edge.

"The first time I touched her was to grip a hard ankle and pull it further to the left to meet the Velcro. My hands shook when I shifted her other ankle. I looked up at her plump bottom. Just a bit of it projected over the edge into space. When I tightened the straps, the lips of her sex and her wiry brown hair pressed down against the black of the leather.

"Next I took a wrist. 'Bend forward,' I ordered. I met her eyes. She made them wide, both scared and excited. It occurred to me that maybe she was actually enjoying it, or maybe enjoying performing, not just doing it for the money. Hers was definitely a better college job than working in a dorm dining room, I thought. I pulled her down and relished the way her breasts pressed and flattened against the padding. I imagined what the leather must feel like against her nipples. I admired the nape of her neck, just touched by her brown hair. I admired the strain on her shoulders as they were pulled forward by her arms. I admired the bumping line of her spine and the narrowing of her waist and of course the full lift her bottom. What a bottom!

"For me," he said, "The essence of the experience is imagining what it's like for the woman, imagining what it is to be them. That's why one should always be calm and deliberate. If passion runs away with you, you only see and feel yourself."

I resisted the urge to tell him that he was talking nonsense.

"Anyway, I picked up the paddle, a hefty wooden one, pale ash in color. I let her look at it a moment. Then I slapped it against my palm once, hard enough to hurt, stepped into position and swung. Its weight did most of the work. The wood on springy flesh produced a loud satisfying smack accompanied by a shocked yelp from the girl, more from surprise at the sound, I think, than pain as yet.




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"I lifted it again and the door bell rang.

"'Hell,' I said.

"I carefully shut the den door behind me, crossed the hall, and opened the front door and looked out, then looked down, guided by my peripheral vision. There stood a pipsqueak of a cub scout, a clearly nervous cub scout. The boy held a clipboard attached to which was a multi-colored form. His mother stood on my driveway watching.

"'Would you like to uh like buy some popcorn? It's like to uh support troop...'

"I roared 'No! Don't bother me!' and slammed the door.

"Back in the study I said, "The nerve!'

"The next couple blows were harder than I'd intended causing the girl to cry out and sob quite loudly. In order to calm myself, I certainly didn't want to do any real damage, and as I said, I wanted the interior space to feel things from her perspective. I took a ball gag from my cabinet of paraphernalia, where my Dad'd kept his bowling trophies. She shook her head and said 'No, please!' But when I pressed it to her lips she opened her mouth willingly enough. There were tears on her cheeks. After adjusting the strap around the back of her head to hold the ball firmly in place, I wiped her tears away lightly with my fingers. Her skin felt so soft! Just like her bottom would feel. I realized I hadn't actually felt that and did so. I relished its warmth. I thought I could tell its heightened color even with my eyes closed. By way of experiment I put one hand to her face, the other on her bottom, both comforting a cheek I thought. Yes, the latter was surely the warmer.

"The next half hour was as pleasant a time as I could remember ever having. I used the paddle, then my hand, then I took a leather flail to her back and thighs. Her eyes were wide and pleading, her cheeks moist with tears, her skin was deliciously soft and glowing with a sheen of sweat. She wriggled and struggled in such a delicious fashion.

"I imagined what the blows were like to her. How it felt to press and struggle and bump against the leather. What each sharp bitter sting must be like!

"I took a break and had a beer (a point of intersection with my Dad) and admired her. Then two more good smacks and I could contain myself no longer. I dropped my pants, pressed my dick to her opening, gave her bottom a good slap, gripped her waist, used her hip bones for purchase and drove in.

"She gave a surprised outraged choking gasp and bucked beneath me. She was quite wet so I slid in easily, but God she was tighter than anything I'd ever felt. Pressed hard against her hot struggling bottom, I knew I wasn't going to last but an instant. That quite annoyed me, I wanted the sex to last and last. I wanted the detachment to savor it from her perspective, her ass hurting each time I butted it with my hips, her breasts and chest sliding on the leather, the feel of the leather on her face, the hot feel of me moving in her... I desperately tried to think of something to cool myself off.

"The doorbell rang again.

"'Shit,' I swore.

"I pressed up against her and waited. I figured they'd go away.

"There was a second chime, followed in quick order by an impatient third.

"I pulled out and yanked my jeans up over my angry frustrated cock. 'If it's another fucking scout I'll kill him.'

"I must've looked quite a sight when I opened the door because the young woman waiting there took a step back."

He paused.

"Jesus," I said.

The real Jane, the current Jane, moved around the table, clearing our dinner plates.

"Right," he said. Then he went on, "In fact the woman before me was not all that young, wore too much makeup, had multiple piercings in her nose, ears and lip, had strangely tinted hair, massively high heels, and hot pants. Over it she wore a hard shiny black coat. She was everything my instructions to the agency said not to send.

"I gaped at her in horror.

"'Look I'm like sorry I'm late,' she said. She took the gum out of her mouth. She dropped it onto my step and flattened it with one of the pink platformed toes of her sandals. "The traffic like really sucked. There was this one accident and then I got off at the wrong exit which really sucked."

"I, I don't need you any more, go away."

"What the fuck? I'm only like 30 minutes late. You look like you've been getting yourself into a state without me. Let me at least give you a blowjob."

"I grabbed the 750 from the hall table, I'd put it there for convenience.

"'I want something extra for like driving all the way down here for nothing.'

"I put more money in her ringed fingers and slammed the door.

"God, what have I done?" I gasped. I stared at the closed door of my den in horror.

"I opened the door. This time I looked down, to where the girl'd set her purse, on the chair. Next to it were her jeans, t-shirt, bra, and underpants. Also next to it lay a clipboard. Attached to that was colored crap about magazine subscriptions.

"'Jesus, I'm so sorry,' I blurted. I rushed over, yanked the straps from her ankles and wrists. I helped her off the horse. She reached up behind her head, pulled the strap over her head and pulled the ball gag out of her mouth.

"'I am so sorry,' I said, man, I could see and taste ruin and arrest and jail.

"'Thought I was like someone else?' she asked acidly.

"'Jesus, yes. I'm so sorry.' I bent and picked up her clothes and handed them to her.

"'Do I look much like her? Is she like my long lost twin?'

"'I'd never seen her. I didn't know what she looked like. I'm really really sorry.'

"'You said that already,' she said. She twisted to have a look at her ass. 'It's like turning blue'.

"'Would you like something for...' my voice faltered.

"'Forget it. Like I'd take anything from you? It'd me break out in an itchy rash for your viewing pleasure.'

She winced as she pulled her underpants on. Winced again as she wriggled a bit to get her bra on, winced and bit her lip when she bent and stepped into her jeans and pulled them up, gasped when she moved her shoulders to pull her t-shirt over her head, and again when she leaned back against the horse and looked at me.

"'Are you going to...'

"'Call the cops?' she looked at me calmly. She walked over, bent down, with a muttered 'shit', picked up her purse and the clipboard and took out her cellphone. She turned it about in her fingers, staring at me coldly. 'It's a lucky thing for you my sister got the flu and I got home from school yesterday and so could go around for her. She's not eighteen. You'd be looking at statutory rape. That's worse than the ordinary kind. As you certainly should know, given your interests.'

"'Look please,' I said, 'I'm really sorry. There's nothing I can say. I would never ever force...'

"'I, however, am 21 next February so you are spared that.'

"She turned her phone over a few more times.

"'Bet that first doorbell was a little kid? Like a cub scout? I bet you were like real rude to him?'

"I said nothing, looking at her without quite understanding where this was going.

"'That was my little brother. I'm surprised he came here. You are known to be a real cheap jerk. Bet he found that nobody else on the street was home just like I did and took a chance, not wanting to have walked around for nothing. I remember trying to sell you Girl Scout Cookies when I was a Brownie. You nearly bit my head off. You are really mean.'

"I opened my mouth.

"'Be quiet,' she said, 'There's nothing you can say in your defense. You were going to pay that girl, the one you thought I was? You probably did pay her, right? For what you did to me?'

"I nodded, just glad her fingers weren't hitting the 3 dread numbers.

"'That is so wrong. This is what you're going to do. It's your checkbook that's going to get walloped now.

"'First, you are going to buy some subscriptions. A lot. 20 won't do it. There are 40 magazines listed. I counted 'em because I couldn't believe there were so many. 35 is your target. You can leave off the five you'd never read. You are going to learn a whole lot about home furnishings and shit. Oh. There are a couple magazines for kids and teens. Leave those off your list. They wouldn't be good for you. Make your choices right now.'

"'I don't have interests in that...'

"'I don't give a shit about what interests you. Make your choices.'

"'OK,' I took the proffered clipboard and started making checks.

"She laughed. 'You're not even looking. You oughta like check 'em out. Maybe there's something actually along your low kind of tastes. My sister said they tried to broaden the selection this year, appeal to a wider audience? 'Spanking Today' might be there.

"'Now put your name on it, add it up, and write me the check. It gets made out to Tallmadge High School.'

"She looked at the total. 'Bet that's still way cheap. What did you pay my twin? The one who I should thank for saving me? Never mind. I'll bring my brother's order form around tomorrow afternoon. You gonna to be around? When do you get off work?'

"'You're gonna be buying a whole lot of popcorn. You're going to be like a good Mormon. You're gonna be able to live a year off your popcorn stockpile.

"'Maybe you'll share when I deliver it. You gotta wait until I'm home next. I don't trust you with my brother. I'm partial to butterscotch.'

"'Now I'm leaving.'

"She saw her reflection in the mirror in the hall. Her face was sweat and tear stained. "Shit!' she said, 'You'd've let me go out looking like that?'

"I showed her the downstairs' bathroom. I went upstairs and got a brush that'd been my wife's from the back of a drawer. I'd known it was there, but'd just left it.

"After straightening herself up, she stood at the door with her clipboard. 'Remember, popcorn order tomorrow,' were her parting words."

"That's how we met," he said. "And that's why I had to move. It would've been awkward having her move in with her family just around the block."

"But how?" I asked.

"How did she come to move in with me?" He was quite enjoying my impatient curiosity. "Let's have desert. Jane's baked a pie." That was something we'd both gotten from our childhoods, a preference for the less sweet deserts.

I saw Jane hesitate in the kitchen doorway.

"Jane," he said, "It's time for desert."

Her feet turned nervously inward, her big toes touched.

"Desert," he said again.

Her tongue touched her lower lip. She vanished. I heard her move about to get the plates. When she reappeared, carrying the pie, she'd taken off her clothes.

Of course she was everything he'd said. That had been apparent from how her body'd inhabited her jeans and blouse.

The fact of her though. In order to maintain my self-possession, I concentrated on the ample brown bush of hair on her crotch. I imagined ordering that shaved then waxed.

She went back for the plates. Then she cut and served the pie. How beautiful her every movement was!

"We'll have coffee," Dave told her, then he went on.

"Well, that night, it must've been around 1, my doorbell chimed and chimed again. At first it mingled with whatever I was dreaming. Then through the heavy disorientation of sleep, I sorted out what it was. "Fuck." I said. I could go a month with no one coming to my door.

"I trundled down the stairs, opened the front door, and there she stood. Her pretty face all I could see in the night. She wore the same clothes. She had her toes pointed in and she shuffled nervously from one foot to the other.

"'I uh want to like apologize,' she all but whispered. 'I shouldn't have made you buy all that stuff. I was like real mad.'

"I stared at her without really comprehending.

"'Those massive orders'd look suspicious anyhow so you're off the hook,' she added.

"'Ah shit,' she said and jumped into my arms. She glued her lips to mine, put her arms around my neck and locked her ankles behind my back. 'For God sake,' she whispered, 'It's cold out here and I'm like so hot.'

"Her hand touched my cock through my pajamas and shocked me into motion. I kicked the door closed behind us, ran with her bouncing like a sack into the living room. It was dark. I knocked my knee against the couch.

"'Oh shit, my back and butt!' she moaned when I'd bounced her on the couch and then landed on her myself.

"We struggled around. We tugged at her jeans. She dropped on me and began bouncing about like an equestrian who's mount has an exceedingly uneven gate.

"She cried out and we both came. The race was run in under a minute I think.

"She lay on me a moment, then stood up and pulled her jeans back on and felt about on the floor for her sandals.

"I followed her to the front door. She turned and looked at me. 'This afternoon was like the most awesome thing that's ever happened to me,' she said softly, 'I know it was by mistake but...'

"There was another silence.

"'All afternoon I've been like on fire. Like when I finally got a boy friend who knew his right from his left and knew what to do with a girl. I'd think of him and what we'd done and I'd get such a burning feeling I couldn't sit still. This was 10 times worse than that. Even momma's 10 little helpers,' she waved her fingers at me, 'Were no help.'

"She watched me some more, 'Listen,' she whispered, 'You should be like taking charge here. I'll play my part as good as that friend of yours would. Pretend that I'm her.'

"There was a silence. Somehow I found the presence of mind to start playing my part.

"'Always take you shoes off when you come in my house,' I croaked.

"She sighed and stepped off her flip flops.

"'Come to the kitchen,' I said. I closed the blinds and turned on the light. 'Always use the backdoor. There's a key in the corner of the windowsill. When you come, come in that way. Take your shoes off when you come up my drive...'

"'I came through the backyards,' she said, 'So no one would see me.'

"'OK, into my yard and don't interrupt and leave your sandals at the bottom of the steps. Now strip.'

"Her eyes looked up at mine, her feet turned in again in hesitation. 'You can always go home,' I said. 'And bring the popcorn form tomorrow and I'll order the shit by the bucket and we'll be done.'

"She pulled off her t-shirt, she wore no bra, pulled down her jeans, hooking her white underwear at the same time.

"Her bottom was considerably black and blue. I slapped it and she jumped. Her back and upper legs were red and crisscrossed with slight welts.

"'Lord,' I thought. The hair around cunt was a bit matted from our efforts.

"'You need punishing.' I said, 'I don't take to being disturbed in the middle of the night for business that could've waited till morning.'

"'Your back, ass and thighs,' I went on, 'Need a rest. Your front,' I touched a breast, twisted a nipple, let my fingers fall down over the slight swell of her stomach, down to her moist cunt, 'However, is unblemished.' This was true in terms of both perfection and damage, I thought.

"I saw that sweet widening of her eyes and flaring of her nostrils and opening of her lips.

"'However, the gift,' I said, slipping my finger up her. I felt quite surprised at myself. 'Almost outweighs the grievance. That should count for something. I think for punishment, I'll have you do some cleaning.'

"She looked surprised and disappointed. I grinned, 'You can always go home.'

"I led her to the downstairs bathroom. 'Get busy,' I ordered.

"She looked uncertain, 'I don't know quite how,' she said and she blushed.

"'Don't you do any chores at home?' I asked. 'Get the broom and the mop from the kitchen closet.'

"When she was back, I said, 'First you sweep, then you use the scouring powder from under the sink and scrub the bowl with the brush, then sprinkle the powder on the porcelain of the toilet and sink and around in the shower stall and go after it with the rag you'll find under there as well. Then you rinse the rag and wipe. Then you mop. Simple.'

"I watched her go about it for moment. Just watching her muscles and her bones shift against her skin. Watching her bottom tighten when she bent, her breasts bob! I went back to the kitchen and got myself a beer and stood looking at the floor.

"She reappeared. 'You mopped?' I asked.

"'What do I use?'

"'The mop.'

"She made a face. 'I need a bucket.'

"'Just plunk the mop in the toilet bowl. It should be clean now.'

"I watched her mop and then I followed her upstairs and watched her repeat the whole procedure on the upstairs bathroom. I thought of having her clean the rest of the house just so I could watch her move.

"I had her stand with her legs spread on the living room carpet, hands behind her back, resting on her bottom. The blinds were pulled and only a light in the hall was on. She was the essence of brightness in that room.

"My mother had never had her ears pierced. She'd had these earrings that clamped onto her earlobes. I still had them in her jewelry box in the back of a closet. I doubt they're worth anything. I got them. I took a pair, topazes set in silver oak leaves. I showed them to the girl, placed one on her left nipple and tightened its little screw. The look on her face, her round eyes and the O of her lips as it went on!

"'Keep your hands clasped behind you,' I reminded her.

"I did the other. I knelt before her, caressed and kissed her cunt, then pinched its left lip. On went one of my mother's old pearl earrings with little silver lilies. I decorated her pussy and fondled and further aroused and clipped the hood of clitoris. With each earring she gasped and shifted. Sweat stood above her lip and beside her eyes. As a joke, I hung my mother's gold and lava earrings on her ears, beside her little pearl studs, her only piercings that I could see.

"I thought of introducing her to clothespins, but that would've looked so prosaic next to her twinkling jewelry. I had to do something more. I had so rarely had the chance to play at leisure with a woman. When they're on the clock, one is so hurried. Only that week when I visited you, when you helped me get over my divorce. And even then it wasn't the same. This felt so open ended. I was so excited.

"I introduced her to wax and it was so sweet, watching her twist and moan and softly complain, but never once showing an inkling of a desire for me to stop.

"I could've played with her forever I think, never needing or wanting to press my cock into her, never needing or wanting to climax. I ran my hand over her sweating flesh, wishing my hand had the power to wipe the slate clean so I could begin anew.

"'Oh my god,' she said, jerking me out of my exalted state. 'It's almost 4:30. I gotta get home before anyone wakes. For pity sake fuck me. But its gotta be quick.'

"I did. I tipped her on the couch and drove in from the rear. She came instantly and when I started my motion I knew I wasn't going to last the second minute. She came again right when I did with a tortured shriek that echoed through the house.

"We undid my mother's jewelry in a hurry and she headed in to the shower.

"She was out the door in 2 minutes.

"That Thanksgiving week, she came floating across the backyards every night. The last night I let her ride the horse again. When she left she kissed me and said, 'I'm so going to miss this!' And then gripping her ass ruefully, she added 'And every minute of the ride back to school I'm going to remember it. Maybe I'll take to tripping and landing on my bum, just to keep the memory of you fresh.'

"She stuck her head back in the door, 'I still think you're mean.'

"When she came home for Christmas she stunned her parents by telling them that she wasn't going back. She said she'd been unhappy, that the kids at Swarthmore were snooty and she had no friends. She said she planned to get a job and work till fall and then go to Kent State.

"I got her hired as a receptionist where I work. She took a room in a house rented by young kids starting out in life and I bought this townhouse close by with a suitably soundproofable basement. I sold the house I'd grown up in and I've never been back." 




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I looked at my watch. Hopefully, I thought, she'd be ready to leave soon.

I ordered another beer. I looked at my IPhone, wishing I had video from that evening. I had no interest in the game that was playing on the flatscreen. I can't now even remember what sport was being played. I had nothing to do but turn over my memories as I waited.

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I remember after dinner, we sat a while at the table, enjoying another beer and watching Jane clean up.

"You are quite lucky," I said.

"I have never been so happy," he sighed, "We've been here almost 2 years. Her parents keep nagging her to go back to school and so do I for that matter. They're suspicious too, though they don't know quite of what I think, they've dropped by her place without warning a few times and've never found her there. Thank God for cellphones. When they call they've no idea where she is or what she's doing."

"Or what's being done to her," I said.

He grinned, "Yeah, a few times. I'm sure once or twice she's sounded a bit strange."

"You could marry her," I pointed out. I saw her pause, bending deliciously to put a plate in the dishwasher.

"That might make it worse. I'm older than her parents. And," he lowered his voice, "I'm sure she'll grow tired of me. I have to expect it."

She came up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. I couldn't tell if she'd heard that bit.

"Come on Leo," he said, "I'll show you my basement."

It adjoined the next unit's. He'd soundproofed the shared wall and had built a storage room between that wall and his play room. Perhaps the FBI could've heard something from the neighbor's basement.

The object which had started all this was in prominent display. I really wanted to see her astride it, clutching it as if it were bolting and she must cling to it for dear life.

Shortly my wish was granted. We were both hot from our dinner.

We paddled and flailed her. But though she was quite noticeably wet, we restrained ourselves. One thing I carry over from my youth is a disinclination to have sex in front of other men.

Another memory from that evening, is of her with the book balanced on her head. The book had a slick cover so it'd slide easily on her hair and it wasn't too thick so it's weight wouldn't provide much friction.

She walked about the room with a silky smoothness and an utter concentration on the book. It looked to me like we were in for a long night. Just watching her was some compensation of course. I had ample time to admire her breasts, the slight pillow of her belly, how her hips pressed against her flesh, how her butt swayed and her shoulder blades shifted when she walked away from us. It was lovely to watch her carefully sink down to pick up the pencil Dave dropped and then smoothly rise, solely with the strength in her thighs. The book just teetered slightly,

The game was quite simple. I remember playing it the time Dave'd visited me. The girl balances a book on her head. She must move around the room, doing requested tasks such as picking things up, cartwheels are considered unfair. As long as the book balances on her head, she's OK. When it tumbles, she's punished.

"Jane's thought of an improvement," Dave'd said. "When the book falls, if she can smother it and press her tits or pussy to it, she wins."

"What does she win?" I'd asked dubiously

"The chance to put the book back on her head."

"The idea is not to give them a chance," I said.

"Well, it's house rules," was Dave's reply. House rules always led to ridiculous games when we'd been kids and'd gathered at various houses to play poker. Dave'd been quite fond of making all the prime diamonds wild. Then he added, "Of course she's not allowed to grab it as it falls and drop on it and she may not kick it with her feet. If she touches it with anything below the elbow or knee she loses and gets an extra wallop for cheating."

I tossed the pencil so that it slid a little under the horse. When she sank to get it her head tipped and the book slid. However she managed to knock it with her elbow and sent it sliding across the room.

There was a dive and a tangle of bodies, Dave shouted as he lunged, but Jane got a breast on it and was saved.

That pursuit reminded me of playing neighborhood basketball with Dave and the other kids when we were young. We'd shout go for a loose ball with simple shouting abandon. Not getting it had annoyed me back then too.

The next time she was not so lucky. It slid off the back of her head and though she tried to knock it away with her ass, I came up with it in the melee.

I had her stand with her hands clasped behind her neck. I took a leather whip and slapped her as hard as I could across her tits. She cried out and Dave said, "Leo!". I hit her across the tits three more times. I wanted it to hurt when she put her nipples on that book.

Next time Dave won and he had her mount the horse. He didn't bother with the restraints, just had her lie there, I saw her press her crotch and rub it against its stiff black surface. We both took a whack with the paddle at her beautifully exposed ass.

Another memory is very brief, just watching her reddened bottom sway as she climbed the stairs to get us beer and chips.

There's the memory of another stupid game. She stood taut with strain, on tiptoe, tacks strewn about and under her feet, a large bookbag on her back. Dave and I took turns dropping books into it. We'd each bet on the number of books she could manage before dropping onto the pins. We'd written our bets on slips of paper and put them with hers in an empty glass.

I'd again objected about her being aloud to bet. She got to bet on which of us would win.

I also objected that Dave must have a pretty good idea of the number and that she would win 50% of the time, while the best I could expect was 25%. He said that surely, watching her get punished was as good as doing the punishing so the odds were 50-50 and he said she'd suggested the activity that morning and they'd only had time to try it out a couple times before he had to go to work so he had no advantage.

We argued at length. Again I remembered the squabbling we'd done about rules and infractions when young. I gave in. Stinking house rules.

It was delightful how the muscles of her calves tensed.

The first time I stepped on her toes when the count was just 1 over my bet. I chose a moment when Dave was swigging his beer. She hopped about but he thought it was the tacks. My bet was the closer, but she'd bet on me.

The next time I chose a low number, one she'd pass with relative ease. She sneezed when we'd hardly started and hopped about in pain. I'd won again, but she'd bet on me.

The third time, I chose a large number. I figured at least I'd see her punished and that Dave might share. He was a sap. It was delicious to watch her strain. Sweat and concentration gleamed on her face. She passed my guess before her arches packed it in. "A new record!" said Dave, "Awesome!"

She, of course, had bet on me.

I'd had enough of the foolishness. "It's late," I said, "You two probably have to work tomorrow and I have some final business to wrap up. We should call it a night."

"Jane's calling in sick," Dave said, "But unfortunately I have to go in. It's month end. Don't get up, it'll be early. Jane, you'll see that his room is ready?"

When she'd softly climbed the stairs, he took a last pull of his beer and said sadly, "I know this isn't enough for her. When I think of the sort of things you can afford."

"Look, Dave," I said, "There's a job in our finance department you could have. The guy's retiring. I hadn't thought of you man because I figured you were anchored here. With the annual bonus, I figure you could make $500,000 at least."

I knew for a fact he was barely making a tenth that.

"But look," I said, "I think you need to straighten things out with her folks. If they think it's at least a straight marriage, they'll not raise a stink. As it is, if they found out what's going on... You couldn't have the job if there's scandal. Let me take her out there tomorrow. I'll explain as your friend and best man. Say that you're getting married but don't want to do it behind their backs. You know me. I can sell anything and she'll be there to plead your case."

He looked at me. I could see both hope and doubt on his features.

"Well, the job would really help," he said. He sighed, "I still don't think I'll be able to keep up with her. She is so hot."

Silently I agreed with him. Out loud I said, "You can man, if you try, and get help."

"OK," he said, "But the thought of her parents makes me uncomfortable. I'm older than they."

"Leave it to me," I said.

"OK," he said, "You use the bathroom first. I want to sit a minute anyhow. And Leo, it's been great seeing you again."

Then there's this memory. She lies on the bed in that cramped little second bedroom. She's got black straps around her ankles, each has a rope going to a corner post of baseboard. She's cuffed her wrists together with another pair of black bands and a rope ties those to the headboard. She stares up at me with that round eyed expression of fear and expectation that is so adorable. All that remains for me to do was tighten the ropes. I do.

I turn the memory over in my mind a moment.

I left her spread and went into the bathroom and showered and got ready for bed.

I sat on the bed for a time and fingered and played with her. Her eyes remained wide. I figured this was the first time for her to be so bound and handled by someone besides Dave. I wanted her to know the difference.

Then I knew what I really wanted and it was simple. I undid the ropes, leaving the black bands around her wrists and ankles because they were lovely. She needed something around her throat too, I thought. She had such a sweet look of surprise.

I parted her legs and mounted her. She was so hot on my cock, her chest was so soft yet firm against my skin, even the feel of her pubic hair mixed with mine didn't bother me. Her eyes looked up at me. She breathed through her mouth. I could see and feel the excitement of the evening bubbling through her. I slid out and in once more and she clutched me with her arms and locked her legs above me and came with a shuddering shriek.

When she opened her eyes I began moving in her again.

The bed made a comfortable knocking drumming sound. I heard steps on the stairs as Dave, the good host, came up to go to bed. She heard them too and her lips pressed together and she looked restive.

"You must do as he says," I whispered.

She frowned up at me and looked to the side. I could see tears in her eyes.

With concentration I kept my arousal in check. I kept up the rhythmic fucking as I heard the bathroom get used then the click of the master bedroom door. A bit ironic that name in this case I thought.

Then I could not and did not want to help myself and she couldn't either. She turned her face to the pillow to muffle her cries. I rammed her hard and we bounced on the mattress and I groaned and every muscle in my body seemed to cramp and I climaxed.

I felt how wet things were between us.

Through half closed eyes I saw her look at me, I still had my weight on her. My head lay on the pillow, her short hair about my nose. I guessed she hoped I'd fall off to sleep.

That would've been easy. I could feel the exhaustion and the beers I'd drunk. Then I remembered her opening the door for me and then walking out to my rental, her feet almost the same color as the snow, the difference being that the color of her feet'd been intensely alive.

I began fucking her again. Soon she was wriggling about under me, cutting into my back with her fingernails, muffling her little gasped "oh"s and "ah"s with the pillow.

This time the rhythmic rocking lasted a long time. When I came I felt no real release. I rolled off her. She sighed, from relief I thought. After a moment I stood, went naked across the hall to the bathroom. The house had the stillness of sleep, a few quiet strange knocks and creaks and a siren way in the distance. I used the toilet and then returned. She lay sprawled. With her hands palm up on either side of her head, she looked quite abandoned. A silly phrase because with me there she was anything but. She might really have been close to sleep or might just've been feigning it. Her eyes opened just barely as I put my weight back on the bed.

I spread her thighs and crouched over her. I took one of her hot moist hands and put it on my cock. It's return to excitement was a delicious feeling.

She made a little sighing complaint as I entered her again.

I fucked her steadily and with intentional lack of imagination all through the night. The rocking of the bed had a rhythm and in in my head I laid old rock and roll songs onto it - "Honky Tonk Woman" and "Street Fighting Man" and "Sympathy for the Devil" kept me going. I needed to claim her in the most ancient of ways. Remaining on her back, with her legs spread, my weight on her, made my claim clear. As it went on and on it became a restraint grimmer than rope.

She came often. Toward morning, she really just lay there, legs splayed, tears on her cheeks. Still, now and then she'd start to shake and quiver.

I came off only once more. It was a surprise. There was no build up. Just a sudden twinge of something that was almost pain. If I'd been outside of her, I imagine there'd only've been a drop of ejaculate. After it happened I lay on her exhausted. Sleep tugged at me. I felt her slick breasts crushed to my chest. My chin pressed down on her forehead.

She shifted wearily under me. I slumped to one side. Still in her, but only because of the weight of my hips and some lingering tension in her cunt. I was quite limp.

I saw her eyes and I could see a hint of tired amusement in them. Like she thought she'd won.

I imagined how she would look walking up to my house in California. I imagined her standing before my large hearth, a healthy fire burning behind her, standing naked or tarted up. A black collar around her neck. I imagined how she'd look in my pool. I imagined her by my side at a party or accompanying me to my club.

In my head I heard the cloyingly sung words, "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste,..." I felt my cock stir and lifted myself onto her and started to keep time again.

I didn't stop until I heard Dave in the bathroom. I'd missed any sounds he'd made going there. Jane's face was flat against the pillow, her mouth was open and drool leaked from it onto the pillowcase. Her eyes were open but her mind must've been in a daze, the occasional flick of her eyelids was her only sign of life. Her cunt was so wet I could hardly feel it at all.

I slid off her and she made an exhausted, incoherent relieved sound. I put a hand in the soup that was her crotch, found her clit and pinched it hard. She yelped and looked at me woozily and then with anger.

"Dave's up," I said, "You'll want to get him breakfast."

Then I lay on my back and allowed myself a couple hours of sleep. I wasn't seeing that VP until 10.

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I looked at the flatscreen. It now showed a cricket match.

Though I rarely drink anything but beer, I ordered a shot.

I thought about my last memory of her on that visit. The afternoon before I flew out.

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We stopped in front of her parent's house. I recognized it. An old couple had lived there in my day. They'd had grandkids visit them now and then. I'd mown their lawn.

She looked at me, her eyes were distant and unreadable. "It's not about me really," she said. "It's Dave. You're his measure and he thinks he doesn't measure up. He'll never be happy. The job you're offering him is a con."

"You know what he wants you to do," I said.

She looked at me for an infinitely long moment. She pulled her blouse off. She undid the top button of her jeans so her white underpants showed. Then she climbed out of the car and walked barefoot up the little house's walk. The snow had been shoveled and the cement'd been salted. I saw her step on the scattered crystals. Her movements were a trifle awkward as her thighs ached. She stood at the front door and rang the bell. The door opened. I saw an older woman, her mother I guessed. Jane's brown hair was going to gray on her.

I knew Jane was saying the words I'd told her Dave had written, "You no longer have a daughter Jane. She has chosen a life of sexual submission, pain and pleasure. Please do not bother her or her partner again."

She turned and came back down the walk. There was a shout and a large man with a hugely shocked expression bounced against the front doorjamb and came after her. She sprinted for the car. Undoing that button almost did us in. She had to slow to keep her jeans from dropping and tripping her. Her dad slipped on some ice and went sprawling. We skidded out of there.

I remembered how Dave and I once dropped these girls, two sisters, off at their house. It was 8am, 9 hours after their curfew. Flooring it out of there'd had the same feeling of elation.

I dropped her off at Dave's townhouse. I watched her walk to the door. She'd put her blouse back on. She didn't turn back. I drove back to the airport where my plane, a timeshare, waited. I slept soundly on the flight back.

The denouement was quicker and surer than I'd imagined. Her parents went for Dave with a vengeance. They located him/them almost immediately. They alerted the press, they prepared to file suit, they tried to show that he'd seduced her when she was in high school and underage. They even threw her younger sister to the wolves, claiming he'd had improper relations with her too. Dave, and, it goes without saying, Jane, lost their jobs. He was looking at ruinous legal bills.

Our last conversation on the phone was awkward. He was near incoherent. He begged me to take her and give her asylum. Let her lie low until the storm cleared. He said he didn't blame me, that I'd been trying to help. He understood that he was now completely unemployable. He said he'd drained his 401K and put the money in a college savings plan for her, in her name. He said it'd pay for her to go back to Swarthmore. He begged me to encourage or order her to go. He went on and on.

I arranged for my plane to return to Akron airport. I thought of being on it to meet her. I imagined what the flight back would be like. But I also thought of what flying in its comfortable so nicely decorated cabin all alone would be like for her. The change in her position and what was expected of her would be so forcefully brought home.

And so her long walk up to my house.

With my IPhone, I could admire her as she stood in my hall. She'd left wet footprints on the marble.

I watched her again as I told her about Dave. I'd read about it on one of the more scandal embracing websites. His suicide made what had been an insignificant little item, something a little more. He'd put his car in the garage, run a hose from the muffler into the cab, climbed back in, rolled up the windows and died.

I saw her eyes widen slightly. They teared and she looked down. After a moment she looked up again, expressionless.

"I will punish you for your tears," I said.

I led her to my little rec room. There was no way I could stand a delay. Our time at Dave's had been very unsatisfactory. She looked around and she went very still.

I led her to my stocks. They were about waist high on me, maybe halfway between her breasts and her waist on her. On its stand, under the horizontal beam are straps for the ankles, wide apart so she had to spread her legs wide. I strapped her on, then I had her grip the beam and bend. If it hadn't been securely anchored to the floor, it would have toppled over on her. As it was with her head and arms clamped in, her bottom was stuck out in a most amusing way and her breasts and cunt were at a fine angle for clamps with dangling chains. How sweet it was to watch her ass flinch and try to dodge. In games as I like them there is always but one winner.




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I looked at my watch yet again and ordered another beer and got some nachos.

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I admired a video of her standing before my hearth. A blazing fire behind her. The heat raised a sheen of sweat on the skin of her back and ass and thighs. She's on tiptoe, tacks beneath her feet, her arms lifted, her hands on the marble of the mantle. She has a black band about her throat. Her pussy's nicely shaved.

I do not have a video of our night together. But I remember her on my bed, admiring her in the mirrors. I remember fucking her. At first she was passionate almost beyond bearing, climaxing hard and clutching me and bouncing beneath me. When she realized that I once again intended to show her what I was made of and what she had to please, she became still and passive.

With the morning light, I arose, still hard I will say. I intended to use the bathroom and then get back on her. I opened the blinds to let in the spring sun. She looked quite exquisite lying there exhausted and exposed, the sheets only over one leg.

From that second story eastern window I could look along the drive to the gate. On the road were several television and other news type trucks. I quickly shut the blinds. I swore. I checked my phone. As soon as it was on, it started buzzing. I saw it'd taken more messages than I'd ever seen before. I checked some websites.

What had been mostly a local Midwest affair when it centered on Dave had become quite a national and global item. No sports figure or politician or entertainment type had misbehaved in a week or so and my line of work is not overly popular.

I had considered the possibility that this would happen, but thought it unlikely. I hadn't thought her parents had the resources or influence to have her located, not when there was nothing to interest law enforcement. I had certainly not thought it could happen so fast.

I was of course in a much better position than Dave. I'd always acknowledged the possibility that my private enjoyments could get out of hand. I had money saved and secured out of the country. I had a good lawyer to protect me from frivolous lawsuits and to protect my severance package.

The ensuing events were unpleasant, but far from fatal. I really only regretted three things. First, my property in California which was very beautiful and which I had to sell at a huge loss. It wasn't mortgaged, but it was unpleasant to only get back pennies on the dollar. Second, my job, I'd always enjoyed working and knew I would miss it. Third, Dave's employer, my last target, got wind of what was afoot and just managed to position itself so that it avoided takeover. If I'd been managing the fight, it would have been dead meat of course. It was unpleasant to have my last project not end in success.

Things weren't so bad. I had many pleasant years to look forward to. When Jane began to lose her looks, I figured I'd be more interested in her as a nurse.

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Again I looked at my watch. I was growing impatient.

We'd walked together into a room in this club in Hong Kong that I'd belonged to for a long time. She was perched on high heeled sandals that'd cost near a thousand dollars. She wore a short silk skirt and a silk halter that laced between her breasts and though spinning the amount of silk contained in those two pieces would've been but the work of a morning for even the most indolent of silk worms, the two pieces'd cost $10,000. The massaging of the fine legs and back, the doing of the beautiful nails, the styling of the once simple bob of brown hair, had been all been similarly expensive.

We'd separated. I'd sat on one of the couches. She walked to the center of the room and stepped onto a low stool. When I'd had an income, I could've afforded the opening bids. but I likely would've dropped out well before the winning amount.

What really annoyed me was that the money wasn't going to us, but to a disaster relief charity. Can you believe it? By that point I was beginning to run low and could've really used it.

The winner took her to a couch and played with her for a time. The other men in the room seemed content or eager to watch. She walked around the room and each man got a good feel. I waved her on when she came to me.

The winner had her strung to a hook in the ceiling. She had to stretch. He whipped her calmly and with skill.

When he tired, they took her down. A pretty woman brought in a basin of warm water and wiped the tears from her face and washed her sweating flesh clean. Another did her makeup. She still didn't use much.

The winner stretched her on a couch and fucked her. Her cries of pleasure did nothing for me. The servant washed her again, then lay on her, her face in Jane's cunt, her cunt over Jane's face. I watched this with some interest as to my knowledge it was her first experience with another woman. When we got back to the hotel, I'd quiz her on it. They played until the winner's lust returned. He fucked her again.

At this point I'd left and gone down to the bar to wait.

Our life was not going as I'd planned. I'd planned to settle someplace relatively cheap but romantic, along the Black Sea in Turkey or along the coast of Chile.

But it didn't happen. We floated from one expensive resort or city to the next. I couldn't stop spending. If I did it would be a sign of weakness. I couldn't even bring myself to fly first class with her. She knew how I'd traveled before.

I'd become a besotted fearful old man. And the money was running low. Soon, I thought, I would have to put on the brakes. And then she might leave.

The night before, in the big hotel bed, out of worry, I'd intended to fuck her through the night. Our grim bit of bondage. I'd been on her for no more than half an hour when such thoughts about money intruded and my erection drained out of me and I had to roll off and stare at the ceiling, unable even to sleep.

I must've dozed off. A touch on my arm jerked me awake. A hard looking young man stood beside me. The bar was dark and quiet and deserted.

"Where's Jane?" I asked.

"She has decided to leave you for new opportunities," the guy said. "I need your cellphone."

"What?"

"We obviously cannot let you take pictures from here. We block wireless so there is no chance any could've left. Your phone."

He took it from my hand. "It will be returned to you at your hotel later in the morning. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"I want to see Jane," I said, shaking off the irrelevance of the phone.

"I'm sorry but she has left and so, I'm sorry to say, must you."

I saw that there were now 3 other men, large guys, watching me. There seemed nothing for it.

When I got back to our suite, I found that all her things were gone. Everything that I'd bought her. When I checked my laptop, every picture and video of her was gone. When my cellphone was returned, all images and videos of her were missing. My backup CDs, when I later checked my safe storage locker back in the States, were also missing.

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Now I live in this expat retirement community halfway down Baja California. For the basic requirements of retired life, I have enough.

Every morning, I will read this over. I will make such edits and additions as occur to me. Every day I'll add everything I can remember about one as yet uncovered day with her, where I've forgotten something, I'll rely on invention. Now I think I will add the first day we spent at the villa in Sardinia. How she lay on the sand of our little private beach. The sun heated her skin so it glowed. There could be no point in playing with wax, her flesh could've melted candles. Her skin felt so good to the slapping hand, the probing finger, the biting tooth.

No. I have a better idea. I will write about the time she spent with Dave. Because they were perhaps close to being happy, I'll perhaps feel some of that. Today I'll imagine what her first Christmas holidays were like, slipping across the backyards under the crisp winter stars.

My goal is extend this to such an extent that I can wake up, start reading, and only finish when it's time to sleep again. My last evening with her will stretch through my every waking moment.