17 comments/ 125560 views/ 40 favorites The Renovation By: JenniferO1 Hi, my name is Jennifer and this is another one of my ongoing series of stories about my various adventures a young wild woman. For those who haven't ever read one of my stories, I'll fill you in a little background. For those who have read previous stories, just skip these next couple of paragraphs, you've probably heard it all before. I live in California and am a professional portrait artist. I found this site I guess 6 or 7 years ago now. I was surfing the web looking for trouble I suppose and I found this place and found it intriguing. But at the time, I thought the stories were... well just kind of OK. I guess the truth of the matter was that they just didn't really work for me personally. They seemed to be more fantasies and somehow missed the whole rush of sex, or at least the rush of sex as I saw it. I mean a lot of them were well written and stuff, but there just wasn't that ring of truth to a lot of the stuff. So I decided to try my hand at it. I'd had a pretty wild youth and just figured I'd write one story about one of my wilder experiences and see how it flew. Well, the truth of the matter was that it was terribly written. It really was, but I guess I hit a kind of chord with people because it got a fairly good rating. I was surprised and so wrote another one, and then another and so on and so on. Now I have 24 stories posted, 25 with this one. I find it hard to believe that I could write so many, but there you go. In the process, I've gotten much better at writing as well... thankfully. So that's that and not to change the subject, but I guess I am. I get a lot of questions as to how I look. I think I'm pretty average. I don't break any mirrors or anything when I look into them and I personally think that's a good thing. I am petite though, that's my most dominant feature. Strange isn't it that being diminutive is a feature and a dominant one at that, but I have to say it is. Guys seem to love petite women, I think because it makes them feel bigger. But no matter, it works for me and I've always gotten a fair amount of attention. I don't mean that as bragging, it's just how it was and truth be told still is for me. I have dark reddish, brown hair and green eyes. I'm just barely 5' tall and weigh around 83 lbs. I'm small everywhere except my nipples. They're huge! God must've gotten a laugh when he put those on me. I hated them when I was really young but I deal with them just fine now. When I first started to develop, those were the first things to really start to grow and grow they did. It took another year for my breasts to play catch up. It seemed like forever that I was totally flat chested with these huge nipples. It was embarrassing! One time, this group of boys caught me on the path in the woods; they ended up holding me down and pulling up my shirt to look at them. They started pulling and twisting them, all the time laughing. They made me feel like some sort of freak. Now though I realize that they were actually turned on by them. I guess in way, that's how all this got started. So enough of the background stuff, it's time to get on to the story... This one is going to go back to my early days. I wrote this it over 3 years ago and never posted it. I thought at the time that it was just too intense and in a way I think that. I really don't know what I was thinking at the time, I guess I just wasn't, but this adventure set a tone for the rest of my life. I began to look it over a couple of weeks ago and decided to edit it and get it posted. I hope you all enjoy it. I had just graduated high school when this little adventure took place. I made the mistake of thinking a couple of guys who were doing some renovations of my family's house were the same as the school boys I had been teasing up to this time. I found out different and learned that I like to be taken and that I like it rough sometimes. So on to the story... As I mentioned above, my dad had decided to have some renovations done to our house. Most of the work involved my living space. My parents decided it was time for me to have more space in the house. They decided to convert the pool house into an addition that linked to my room. That way I could have my own suite or apartment in the house. I thought it was very cool of them to be so considerate, especially since I was going to be heading off to art school in the fall. I guess they wanted to make sure I would continue to come home to visit and spend summers. In any event, it was so totally cool of them. The carpenters showed up on a Monday. They were big guys, the first one Jake was probably around 40, He had a shaved head, a goatee and was really muscular and a talker. The other one, Pete, was quiet. He was probably around 30, kind of cute with long hair and a beard. He was just a muscular, but in a different way, I guess kind of lean and cut. Neither guy looked like a gym rat, they just looked like they were just strong from the work they did. They both had tattoos and had a sense of toughness about them. I don't mean that they acted like jerks or anything, but there was a definite badass aura. I sensed they could turn mean fast, I don't think they took much crap from anyone. Over the course of the week, I found out that they were both bikers and I thought that fit. This was a new breed of guy for me, I had never really met anyone like them before and of course, I thought they were totally cool and exciting, exactly the kind of guys my parents warned me to stay away from. I was intrigued. I don't really remember how it started, but I guess I got into teasing the guys a little bit here and there. Nothing really crazy you understand, at least not at first. I just kind of noticed that they were checking me out whenever I'd walk through where they were working. I liked the feeling of their eyes on me, so I started wearing outfits that were maybe a bit more daring and kind of sexy. It caught their attention and that felt good and so I escalated it a bit. One day, I had been out shopping and when I got home, my dad told me to go into the dining room to look at the plans for my new suite, the foreman, architect and carpenters were going over everything. My father wanted to make sure I was good with everything being planned. I went in and introduced myself. The carpenters already knew me on site, but hadn't been formally introduced. The plans were laid out on the table and I knelt on a chair and leaned over the table to look at them over. It was all pretty innocent, but I noticed the carpenters standing on the other side of the table. The architect was beside me explaining everything and answering my questions. The foreman was on the other side making some notes about materials that needed to be ordered. I had been wearing shorts and this kind of white blouse and no bra. I guess when I leaned over the table to look at the plans, the blouse ballooned out a bit and I was giving the guys a look straight down my shirt. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but I hadn't really intended on that. On the other hand, my nipples pebbled up, getting hard as they watched. That felt really cool, it made me feel really sexy having those guys all checking me out like that. When I looked over at the architect to ask him something, he was looking right down my shirt. I just smiled and pretended not to notice what he had been doing. My father came back a minute later and I stood up saying that everything looked good to me and thanked them all. I had to get out of there, I was wicked worked up and I didn't want my father to notice that I had been flashing these guys. I guess that was the defining moment that set everything else into play. I loved that they had been checking me out and that night, I got myself off thinking about it again. It really drove me crazy to know that these guys had seen my breasts, particularly Jake and Pete. Later as I lay naked in my bed, I fantasized about those big hands rubbing all over my body. I started to rub my pussy and I fantasized about them seeing me getting myself off like this. That was enough to send me over the edge in shivering orgasm. I turned off the lights and went to sleep thinking about them. I wasn't really planning on doing anything, but I found excuses to stay home instead of going out with my friends. I started hanging around the pool and I noticed them checking me out even more. I found it really exciting that these tough guys thought that maybe I was kind of hot. I'd leave in the morning to take care of chores and errands that I needed to get done, but would be back by 1 or 2 in the afternoon. My parents were working, so I wasn't worried about them coming in. I'd change into a bikini and go hang around the pool for a couple of hours just so the guys could check me out. Jake was the one who came over first and started to chat me up a bit. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, I could tell he was checking my body out as he talked to me and I liked it. I don't know why, but just talking to him got me crazy wet. There was a definite connection thing happening. My whole body hummed as we chatted, it was like I was under some kind of spell. I was ramping up and getting more and more daring. I started wearing some of my more risqué bikinis, basically strings with a little bit material for the vital areas. One day, they were working around the pool area preparing to cut a hole into the side of the house for a new door. I had smoked a joint and was feeling really daring so I wore one of my Wicked Weasel bikinis. There was nothing to it at all. I lay on my belly, my ass totally on display and I untied the top so that I was essentially lying there topless and nothing but a small patch of semitransparent material covering my pussy. It drove me wild to know that they were checking me out like this. I finally had to cool down; I was getting too crazy worked up. I retied my top and took a nice long swim. I was just so high. When I climbed out of the pool, I noticed that the white bathing suit turned transparent. I went to lie back down in the sun. When I looked down and saw just how transparent the suit was, I knew it was time to call it a day, I was going overboard. I hadn't intended to be this revealing. But just then Jake came over to chat again. I was lying on my back and when he came over, I got up on my elbows to chat. He was squatting down by my feet. Pete joined us a minute later. I knew that I was giving them quite a show, but I pretended to totally unaware of it. I was high and for all practical purposes naked lying in front of these guys. My bikini was still soaking wet and my own excitement was helping to keep it that way. I was just so wet knowing that these guys were checking me out so intimately. My pussy lips were spread and my opening was totally on display for them. It wasn't much different for my breasts. My nipples were swollen and I knew they could see every detail of them. At the time, I remember thinking that I had taken this too far, but it was too late, I was on display and they were enjoying the show. If my parents had showed up just then, they would've killed me. The guys talked to me for probably a half hour or so. The whole time my pussy was throbbing under their stares. We all had sunglasses on and so no one could really see each other's eyes. But I knew they were checking me out, but I was checking out the bulges in their shorts too. I swear I was on the edge of an orgasm just from what I was doing and seeing. The guys were both aroused. They finally went back to work and I went in the house to change. Before I changed though, I went out to the garage to get my phone out of the car. I happened to overhear Jake and Pete talking just outside the garage. They were talking about me. "Jake, did you see how tight that little pussy of hers is?" Pete asked... "I'd give my right nut to slide my hog into that. Man that was fucking sweet." Jake responded... "I know, I know... Her fucking pussy lips were spread wide open, I could see her fucking clit, her tight little hole... fucking everything... Goddamn she's hot little slut. and did you see how big her fucking pussy lips are? Can you imagine those goddamn things wrapped around your fucking rod as you're railing her? She's so small that I bet she'd fucking crush your cock in that tight little cunt if you could even fit it in. She had to know that we could see it all too, I think that sweet little thing wants to get fucked and fucked hard... and how about those fucking nipples, are those fucking huge or what?" Her titties are kind of small, but those nipples, they make up for it." Their voices faded as they walked to the back of the house. My panties were soaked again. I was really such a hot pants then... I was into ... I don't know... I guess whatever... adventures. I felt like I lived on the edge and loved it. Little did I know that I wasn't even close to the edge, I wasn't even in the same league as these guys. All week I could feel their eyes on me as I moved around the house and yard. The more I felt them checking me out, the more I wanted them to see. I didn't think I was willing to let them fuck me, but I wouldn't mind them checking me out again. My boyfriend would've killed me if he knew what I was doing, but I just couldn't help myself, it was intoxicating. One evening later in the week, my dad told me that the workers were coming early the next morning to work on a new door from my room out to the pool area. He wanted me out of the house before they got there. I guessed he must've noticed my teasing. That should've been a clue that I wasn't being as discreet as I thought, but I never caught the clue. My dad was concerned because he was going to be traveling for a couple of days. He and my mother were catching a flight early the next morning and wouldn't be around to stop things from getting crazy. He made it clear he wanted me dressed and out of the house before the guys got there the next day. I'm sure part of the reason was my teasing, but part of it was the fact that I slept in the nude; actually I still do most nights. He had tried, unsuccessfully to get me to wear pajamas or a night gown or something, but I just ignored him and he didn't know how to force the issue. My mom really didn't see an issue with it. I was never inappropriate anywhere else in the house and her view was that it was my room and I should be able to do what I want. I think she thought I would grow out of the practice. I never did. Anyway, I'm sure what he didn't want was for the guys to be coming in seeing me and getting any ideas especially with how I had been teasing them all week. Early the next morning just before heading out the door on his trip, he poked his head in my room reminding me to start thinking about getting up and dressed, the carpenters were going to be here in an hour. I groggily agreed and blew him a kiss goodbye, but immediately fell back to sleep. I woke up again when I heard the front door close and the rattle of tools as the Jake and Pete made their way through the house. I guess I should've gotten up and let them know that I needed a few minutes and gotten dressed, but I didn't do that. I decided instead to be really daring; I wanted to tease them even more. I was horny; I had gotten myself off a couple times during the week thinking of how I showed them all my stuff at the pool. Now, I wanted to take it to the next level and let them to see me really naked. I pushed my covers down to my feet and lay there on my back with my legs spread out. I had my arms up over my head and pretended to be sleeping. I figured that they would open the door to my room and see me, I'd maybe pretend to wake up, act all embarrassed, they'd apologize and close the door and that would be it. I thought that would be a real rush, I loved playing the exhibitionist and showing off my pussy was always the best. I even spread my pussy lips so that they looked like an open gate to my tunnel. I guess the thing I didn't think about or realize though was that these were older guys, not the high school boys I'd been having fun teasing up to this point... and while I didn't know it, they were also much rougher, you couldn't tease them too much before they acted. As I said before, they were a different breed of guy, they were bikers. I heard them walking down the hall to my room, they were laughing and talking. To this day, that still seems to have happened in slow motion. I remember thinking again that I should just jump up and tell them not to come in. But the naughty part of me didn't want any part of that deal. This was the perfect opportunity to play the little exhibitionist. I was so excited by the idea of them finally seeing my totally nude body that I just lay there and waited, I waited... on display, pretending to be asleep... then I heard the door open. Everything was quiet for maybe 30 seconds or so... as I lay there waiting, I knew, I don't know how I did, but I just knew that I had made a big mistake. I had underestimated them. I now knew what a rabbit must feel like when it's spotted by the wolves. Then I heard Jake start talking loudly... "Oh Yeah... I think someone here wants to get laid this morning. I told you Petey, I told you this rich little hottie wanted some working man dick." Both guys laughed as I heard the door shut and them walking across the room toward me. The footsteps stopped by my bed and it was quiet for a long moment. I didn't know what to do, so I just lay there with my eyes closed, waiting. Nothing happened for minute or more; then I heard a rustle of clothes and then a weight on the bed by my head. I opened my eyes and Jake was kneeling on my bed with his hard dick twitching only inches from my face. Pete was bent over at the foot of the bed checking out my wet, open pussy. That only confirmed that I had taken this too far, way to far. Pete looked up at me, "You got a great pussy here Jenn, really world class, I fucking love it." Jake just looked down at me with a smile and said... "How about sucking my cock sweetheart?" I didn't' say anything, I just looked at it and him, forgetting for a moment about Pete looking at my wet pussy. "Oh come on Jenn, you know you want to. You've wanted this all week." Jake smiled. He moved it toward me, brushing it across my lips. "Don't be shy, just kiss it. It only wants to be friends," and he laughed. Not sure what to do in this situation, I just did what he asked and lightly kissed the swollen, purple head when he brushed it against my lips again. I knew that I miscalculated and had taken this too far. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get fucked this morning by these two guys. In one respect, I was afraid of what they were going to do, but I really didn't think they would hurt me. I was more excited than I had ever been in my life. I was certainly more excited than scared. My nipples were swollen and hard. My breathing was already ragged. I hoped my boyfriend wouldn't find out about this. I hadn't even let him see me naked yet, never mind fuck me. "Just grab the fucking thing", Jake demanded impatiently. "It's not going to fucking bite you! I felt like a deer caught in the headlights, I was helpless to do anything other than what he said. Still looking at him, I reached up and wrapped my hand around his throbbing monster. I remember thinking that he'd never be able to fit that thing inside me. It felt hot in my hand and throbbed. I moved my hand slowly down his shaft, then back up again. I watched the foreskin slide over the head of his dick as I pulled my hand up toward the tip. "Faster, stroke it faster" he demanded. I began to jerk him off faster. "Oh yeah... yeah that's good, you like that big old dick, don't you?" I absently nodded my head. I was looking at his dick and the veins bulging along the sides. I didn't say a word. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what else to do. So I just jerked him off. The Renovation Last year I finally convinced my husband we needed to renovate the upstairs guest bathroom. Now that our boys are gone it was time to 'adult' the place by ripping out the shower and installing a Jacuzzi. I interviewed several contractors and decided to go with Rick. He is in his late fifties and very reputable. His short (five foot, six) height made him look husky and energetic. Although balding his trimmed beard suited his appearance. I had also met his wife a few times and he came highly recommended. Rick started early and after letting him in and giving him a key I left for work. When I came home that evening I was surprised with all the work he had done. The shower was ripped out and the floor was down to bare wood, ready for the ceramic tiles. I was glad to see the $15,000 project was well underway. The next morning I decided to exercise at home instead of the gym in case Rick had any questions. He arrived just as I finished my workout and after getting him a coffee we discussed the job. Rick's eyes kept dropping to my chest and although flattered I was slightly embarrassed. My workout spandex leaves little to the imagination and when I'm at the gym I still turn heads. Even at fifty-eight, although it is a constant struggle, I try to maintain a decent figure. My perfect 36C has sagged to a 38D and my butt is starting to show slight gravitational pulls, but my tummy is flat and I can still keep up appearances with the best of them. Mind you a daily, high energy workout routine, along with eating the right foods, has made all the difference. I told Rick I had to get ready for work and went to my bedroom and closed the door. We have a roomy, walk-in closet, which leads to a very large bathroom, complete with two sinks and a six foot square shower. The bathroom shares a wall with the one currently under renovations, but everything seemed to be intact. Still in the bedroom I removed my workout clothes and stretched, glancing in the mirror of my dresser. I was very pleased with my body, which is important to me. I am quite superficial and put a lot of emphasis on the physical being. I enjoy sex and share intimate moments with my husband three or four times a week. For those of you who have read some of my escapades you will know that my husband is not the only person I am intimate with. I walked to my bathroom and started the shower. I enjoy the six heads, each of which pulsate a strong stream of warm water over my tight skin. I have never taken hot showers, as they are bad for the skin. As soon as I finished showering I cover myself in lotion, part of my morning ritual. I should mention that normally I wake up and head straight for the gym. After a rigorous workout I drive to the office to shower and dress before anyone arrives. Being able to shower at home is fantastic, as nothing beats the comfort of my own facilities. I dried myself and brushed my teeth and suddenly I saw what I thought was a small movement, in the mirror's reflection. I continued to glance into the corner, where I thought I saw the motion, but there was nothing. Then I saw it again. First I thought it was a small animal, but I quickly realized it was Rick in the room next door. I froze when I understood a small piece of wall was missing, where the pipes went through. I had not noticed the opening before, because I was not looking for it, but now I wondered how much of my room was visible. Without letting on that I knew, I glanced in the mirror and was stunned when I saw the reflection of Rick's glasses. Only a small part of his face was visible and I could not understand how he could be that low to the ground. Then it hit me; Rick had taken the mirror from the wall and positioned it so he could see into my bathroom from the room he was in. I was shocked and about to approach him, when I also realized how excited I was to know a stranger was watching me while I was nude. I decided not to do anything immediately instead continuing with y routine and apply more lotion, taking more time and deliberately emphasizing application to my breasts and butt cheeks. I stood in the center of the room daring an occasional glance at the opening and could clearly see Rick's face staring back at me. He had no idea I was watching, which was a real turn-on for me. I felt a stirring in my groin and gently rubbed my hand along my tummy to my mound. I applied lotion around my recently waxed vaginal area and quivered when I came into contact with my clitoris. I moved to the toilet and raised the lid. I sat with my legs apart and stretched out. I began to rub my love button and felt the pleasurable sensations rivet through me. I glanced to the corner and saw slight movement. Rick had repositioned himself, I assumed in order to see me better. I continued to fondle my womanhood building pleasurable feelings throughout my body. I could see a rapid movement in the reflection in the hole in the wall and after a moment of analyzing I realized Rick was masturbating while secretly watching me do the same. The actions excited me even more and I inserted a finger into my hole. It felt wonderful as I slid it in and out, increasing speed with each movement. I added a second finger and immediately followed it with a third. It felt like a thick cock was penetrating my private spot and I pretended I was being laid by a stranger while Rick watched, pleasuring himself. I was so turned on, knowing I was being spied on that my climax was near. I stretched my legs out as far and tight as I could, continuing to finger my pussy vigorously. My other hand was massaging the soft tissue of my large breast, pinching my nipple harder with each push of my other hand. I stared into the corner and could now clearly see Rick's hand around the shaft of his penis. It was enough to put me over the edge. I could feel my orgasm begin and the muscles in my stomach tighten. The convulsions began as the ecstasy arose. I could not hold back any more. Feverishly I rammed my fingers into my puss and my soft moan turned into a loud scream, followed by a self-imposed muffle, as my orgasm peaked. Slowly Ii relaxed, allowing my legs to go limp and exhaling slowly. I slowly removed my fingers from my passion hole and brought them to my mouth, licking my love juice unhurriedly, savoring the taste and the moment. The movement in the corner had stopped and I assumed Rick had also finished his voyeur act. I cleaned myself and dressed. Before I left the house I said goodbye to Rick. He acted as if nothing had happened, but when I arrived home that night I looked to see where he had stood. I saw the mirror and posited it as I imagined rick had done and saw a clear view of the toilet and the shower, where I had acted so promiscuously earlier that day. Knowing that a stranger had watched me shower and touch myself intimately was a real turn-on. I love to be watched when I pretend to be unaware and this was certainly such a moment. My husband was out so I stripped and lay on my bed, reminiscing what had happened that morning. I reached for my favorite vibrator and began to pleasure myself. I took my time and reached another satisfying orgasm. I relaxed a moment when I heard the front door open. My husband called and I could hear him walk up the stairs. I put the dildo away and moved the covers down, laying flat on my back with my legs apart. My husband walked into our room and looked at me. "I need to be fucked, hard," I said. "I hope you're in the mood?". He smiled. The Renovation of Maria Maria My name is Maria Arnolda. I am a bit on the north side of 45, and I feel that I am slowly reaching my expiration date. You know, best if used by Christmas. Thank goodness I look younger than my years, in spite of a few extra pounds. They say a lot of guys like extra padding—something to grab onto. I hope that's true. Best if used by Christmas. That has a nice ring to it. In fact I would really like to be used by Christmas. Naughty me! I shouldn't be thinking things like that. All those erotic stories on the internet, especially the BDSM ones, have stirred my blood. Of course it's all fantasyland. Those kind of things don't happen in real life. Or do they? It has been difficult and lonely taking care of Mom for these past years, but I'm really glad I did. She needed me. After my dick of a husband left me high and dry for his bimbo secretary, I moved in with her. At least I didn't have children to worry about, and I was able to work full time as the office manager for a law firm. Then Mom got sick, and between her care and the job I lost contact with my old friends. The few men who showed any interest in me were not my type, whatever that is. Six months ago Mom gave up the struggle. I just sold her house and bought myself a condo downtown. Now I am ready to kick start my social life, but first I have to find a new job. Apparently ten years of competent service doesn't count for much when the boss decides to replace you with a sexy young thing who looks good but knows nothing about running an office. I have been on a couple of interviews, but the competition is stiff. Maybe this ad for an administrative assistant to a construction company owner will pan out. It's in an industrial area, which is not my first choice, but beggars can't be choosers. I pick up the phone and dial. A man answers. "Morgan Construction." "Hello, I'm calling about your ad for an assistant to the owner." "Yes, hello. I am John Morgan. Thank you for calling. I'm scheduling interviews with the first five callers. You are number five." "Well I feel very lucky," I say gaily. "You are not asking for resumes?" He laughs. "No, I have found that resumes are usually so full of exaggerations to be virtually useless. I prefer to learn about an applicant's experience by asking questions in an interview. But I warn you; I am looking for someone with relevant experience. I'm being overwhelmed with paperwork." "I understand about resumes. I have seen some really creative writing during my travels. I have a ton of experience." "You sound experienced. What's your name?" "Maria Arnolda." "Well Maria, can you come see me tomorrow morning, at say, eleven?" "Yes sir." "Excellent. See you then. Good bye." "Good bye." John I like the sound of that one. She seemed confident and didn't try to sell me on the phone. My guess is that she really has had a lot of experience, and I need someone competent for a change. I can't let my predilection for eye candy get in the way this time. After all, I get all the stimulation I can handle from my little hobby. My hobby is a club called "The Sanctuary". I bought this building in order to have a suitable place for it. Fortunately my construction business has thrived, and I am able to indulge myself in any way I wish. My club is a place where like-minded men and women can come and safely live out their fantasies, most particularly their sexual fantasies. It is very exclusive; the people I invite are thoroughly vetted. Betty, my all-purpose secretary, handles this task. She was kind of a junior partner in setting up the club. The members are sworn to secrecy, and they must agree to be filmed in compromising situations so that they know they will have a lot to lose if they 'blow the whistle' on the club. I want "The Sanctuary" to be a true sanctuary. The club is located in the basement floors of my warehouse. The building is built on an incline, so that from the parking area in the rear there is a ground-level entrance to the basement. This entrance is a steel door, marked with a sign that reads "Acme Importers". Below the basement is a subbasement, perfect for certain kinds of activities. I am fifty years old, childless, and have been divorced for twenty years. My young wife wasn't able to deal with my passions and kinky proclivities. Our separation was for the best. She is happily remarried, and I have found that there is a large community of people who feel the way I do. Attractive, adventuresome women find their way to my club, and I and my friends tease out their secret thoughts and turn them into real experiences. In fact lately it has become almost too easy. By the time women are vetted and approved for club membership they are so primed for action that they offer virtually no resistance at all. I like the challenge of breaking through a woman's inhibitions. Maria I'm almost late for my interview. Fussing over how I should dress took too much time. I finally settled my best tailored suit. It makes me look a bit matronly, but I have to act my age. After all, Mr. Morgan said he wanted someone experienced. One of the things I have learned is that you don't go on a job interview without doing some research on the company. You have to demonstrate that you are serious and curious. The internet makes it easy. I must say I was very impressed with what I read about John Morgan. He and his company are respected by people in the industry, and people want to work for him. I am definitely one of them. And he is so damn good looking! Gosh what a dump of a building. And with all that construction equipment it's hard to know where to park. That new-looking Mercedes must belong to Mr. Morgan. It seems out of place sandwiched between two bulldozers. I guess I'll just pull my car in behind his. I get out of my car, being careful not to brush up against the big dirty machines. All those years working in clean downtown office buildings has really spoiled me. I hope Morgan Construction at least has decent coffee. The entrance is up a couple of steps. I enter and find a honey-haired blonde pecking away at a computer. It's a wonder she can see the keys over the prominent bulges in her tight sweater. She is young and pretty and my heart sinks. Is she another applicant, taking a typing test? If so, I am at an immediate disadvantage. "Hi there," she says. "I'm Betty. You must be Maria. John is expecting you. The last applicant just left." "Hello. Sorry I'm a little late." "No worries. I'll tell him that you're here." She gets up and twitches her tight butt at me as she slithers through the open door into the office beyond. I get the feeling that she is letting me know that she is the number one girl here. I hear mumbled voices, then John appears. Oh my god. He is even more gorgeous in person. He must be well over six feet, and totally bald in that sexy, Yul Brynner way. I can just visualize those rippling muscles under his clothes. If I get this job there is no way I will be able to keep my eyes off him. I feel so old and dumpy in these clothes. John That last girl was a disaster. Dumb as a fence post. She obviously thought she could get by on her looks, and in the past I might have been tempted. But look at this office. It is a mess. Let's hope this final applicant is the type I need. "Good morning, Ms. Arnold, please come in and have a seat." "Thank you sir. I am glad to have this opportunity for an interview." "I should thank you. I hope you didn't have trouble finding our building." "Not at all, but the trip took a little longer than I expected." I sit down behind my desk and she takes the chair opposite, legs together, hands folded on her lap, looking directly into my eyes. I like that. She is really quite attractive. I can picture her bustling around the office, organizing things. "Tell me about yourself. What kind of work experience have you had?" "I started right after college. I worked in several companies, including a car dealership, a grocery chain, a bank, and couple of high tech firms. I got a lot of technology training at the high tech companies. In fact the job that I was just laid off from always brought in the latest software, and it was my job to implement it." Excellent. She is not afraid of computers and software. "How did you learn about computers?" "Oh I went on YouTube, watched a few videos and experimented." Another positive. She has initiative. "Have you ever done invoicing, accounts payable, account receivable?" "No not really. However after a few days of training and asking questions I am sure I could do it." I'll bet she can. It's really pretty simple. Even Bimbo Betty out there can do most of it. I decide to put the question to her that I have asked all the applicants, and have never gotten a satisfactory answer. "Well, you can see the mess that my office is in. I can't find anything. If I were to hire you, what is the first thing you would do?" "Mr. Morgan I think you would need to tell me what tasks you want me to tackle first. You know your industry and the rules and regulations. You know what needs to get done so I would be looking for guidance from you for the first few weeks as to what to do. I would expect to meet with you first thing in the morning, and at the end of the day. The morning meeting would be to go over what you want me to do, and the evening meeting would be for you to tell me whether I have performed to your expectations. If I have done something wrong I would want you to let me know, and if I do something you like, I would want to know that also. This way we can manage our mutual expectations." Wow. What a great response. She has reflected on her past experiences and learned from them. Also she is willing to take directions from her boss. Umm... that is also a trait we value at my club. But I mustn't be thinking about that. I have only one more question. "So you were laid off from your last job where you were for 10 years. Why?" "I was the executive assistant to the president but he felt he no longer needed an AA. He was going to use the receptionist as his AA and she would pull double duties." Ah. I have been that route myself. The double duties were probably triple duties, the last one being doing the Lewinski while he talked on the phone. The receptionist was probably some 20 year old bimbo that the president wanted to fuck, so he got rid of Maria. I get up and walk around my desk. She looks up expectantly. "You're hired. I will pay you twenty percent more than you were receiving in your last job, plus full benefits. You will start tomorrow." "Oh. I don't know what to say. Thank you. Thank you. I won't disappoint you." I sit down in the chair beside her. She lowers her eyes and moves away, just slightly. Interesting. Is she afraid I'm about to put the moves on her? Or is she afraid of her own response to my closeness? I study her face and note that she is quite pretty. With a new hair due and less makeup she would look much younger. I am incorrigible. I can't help thinking about my club. "Are you married Maria?" "Divorced sir, but what does that have to do with the job?" Ah, feisty. Quick to realize the implication of my question. She will be a challenge. "It relates to the fact that you will be asked to work late from time to time, and if you had a family that might interfere." She relax s and smiles. "Since my Mom died I am all alone. Working late will not be a problem." I take her hand. "Excellent. Welcome aboard. See Betty on the way out and she will give you the necessary forms to complete." Her hand trembles slightly in mine. I hold her for an extra beat, and she looks deeply into my eyes. Maria He walks out of the office and leaves me sitting there. It's like he is defining the basis of our relationship by letting me know he will do whatever he wants, without regard for politeness or convention. I am strangely excited. After a minute I get up and go back to the reception area. Betty is smiling. "Well, congratulations. You must have said all the right things. John told me to sign you up. Sit here and I will give you the papers." I take a deep breath. "Thanks. I'm so glad to be getting this job." "I hope it works out for you. John has had five assistants in as many months. He is very particular. I tried it myself once, but he said I was more suited for reception and data input. And a few other things." I take note of that last statement and let my eyes rove over her body. She blushes slightly. "A girl has to do what a girl has to do," she says. "I'm sure you do it well," I reply, trying to sound sincere and not catty. "Yes, well here are the papers." I complete the forms and return them to her. She tells me that work begins at eight. I thank her and leave. Driving home I relive every moment of my interview. My skin is still tingling from the way he touched me at the end. His hands were so big and powerful. He could easily have captured both of my hands in one of his, and ... I feel a rush and almost drive off the road. I have to get home fast. A need is building in my gut that demands to be satisfied. My imagination is running wild, recalling scenes from stories I have read. Quickly I enter my condo and go into the bedroom. It takes only seconds to get out of my suit and underwear. I leave them in a pile on the floor, and flop down on the bed. My favorite friend is in the drawer on the night stand. I tried to remember when I last replaced the battery, but then I realize that it won't matter. I am not going to last long. I'm on my back, my legs spread. The buzzing sound promises release, but I want to delay it as long as possible, and I start by teasing my nipples. An image materializes in my head. With one of his big, strong hands John is holding my wrists together behind my back. I am facing him, helpless to resist. He is caressing my face, telling me to relax, that there is nothing I can do to stop him. A finger runs over my lips, gently urging me to open my mouth. I comply and the finger enters. He tells me to lick it. I feel a surge of wetness. The story I am spinning for myself is doing the job. I push the vibrator hard against my nipple and imagine what he will do next. What he does is to continue to hold me while he slowly exposes the front of my body, one button and snap at a time. Soon he has complete access. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth and pinching a nipple. I shudder and move my humming friend down over my stomach to just above its ultimate target. I moan as I imagine his hand traveling over the same territory. In my mind his fingers end up on my pussy at the same time I slide the buzzing probe into the slippery valley. I cum in a volcanic explosion, crying out. Afterward I wonder if my neighbor heard me. John My work life is so much easier and relaxed now, since Maria came on board. She is bright, intelligent, well read and very independent. I love how she organized my office and took over my schedule. She is so smart and frankly I love talking to her. Sometimes she looks at me in a funny way, and I wonder if she could be a latent submissive. She calls me Mr. Morgan and Sir, and I don't correct her. And I may be wrong, but her clothes seem to be getting sexier and her body tighter. She must be exercising. There is no question that I am attracted to her, in spite of, or maybe because of, all the action I get at my club. A few days ago she started bringing me coffee without my asking. Today she brought eggs and bacon for both of us. I'll have to keep reminding myself that I need her as an administrative assistant, and that if I allow myself to get involved with her it could mess things up. Also, Betty is getting jealous of the private conversations I have with Maria. I thought she was going to bust a gut when Maria showed up with breakfast today. Now she is pouting. But I know what will cure her. I'll give her some special attention this weekend at the club. Maria I love working here. It's been three months now. John is so great. He seems to really appreciate how I have gotten things under control. I love bringing him coffee and calling him Sir. And of course I love looking at him. When he rolls up his sleeves I can see the beautiful tattoos on his muscular arms. Almost every night I pleasure myself while calling up images of him and his voice. I am working hard on my appearance, and I think it is working. He is starting to look at me in a different way. But I know he has lots of young, sexy girlfriends. I am dreaming if I think I will ever be a part of his social life. In fact he makes a big point of my leaving the office on Fridays promptly at four o'clock. And we never work on the weekends. He has told me under no circumstances am I to come back to the office before Monday morning. That's fine with me, but I can't help wondering what happens here on the weekends. Does he have wild parties? I have made some new friends and go out on the weekends to clubs and bars, but my sex life is still centered on the internet. Stories about being tied up and teased and forbidden to cum turn me on immensely. Last night I read a tale about a sub who was tied up wearing a dildo and lightly flogged until she acknowledged that her Master could do anything he wanted to her. What would it be like to actually experience these things... to be the sub of man who controls me totally... who puts me in restraints and teases me while he whispers in my ear, telling me I am not allowed to cum until he says... and then makes me do things to him before ravishing me.. ooo.. Hey, snap out of it Maria. It's Friday afternoon and I've got to finish up and get out of here. John and Betty have already left, so I will be locking up. I'm looking forward to having dinner with my friends Monica and Lucy tonight. John At six o'clock Betty and I open the club. She remains in the reception area to control access, while I take a tour to make sure the maintenance guy has done his job cleaning up after the last party. His name is Luke, and he does the work in return for being a member. He is rough around the edges and I was hesitant about admitting him, but Betty convinced me that some women would go for session with a guy like that. She was right. Friday night is usually a big night at the club. People need to unwind after working all week. A few of the members always come early; they must be telling their spouses that they've had to work late so that they won't have to come to work on Saturday. It's a shame that many people are afraid to reveal their true passions to their partners. If I ever get married again, I am making damn sure the woman shares my inclinations in this area. Sexual attraction is the basis of the male-female relationship, and it's crazy to have to suppress desires that you were born with. The main room is large, almost half an acre. A circular bar in the center has stools for thirty people. Most people start out there, getting a drink and sizing up the situation. Sometimes new members and guests will spend a whole evening sitting and watching. There is a lot to see. All around the circumference of the room are alcoves, each large enough to hold four or five, although often it is only two. A velvet rope can be strung across the opening to indicate that the occupants do not wish to be disturbed, at least physically. Except for a couple of alcoves with folding screens, there is no visual privacy. And even on those with screens, there is no audio privacy. Sometimes the sounds coming from behind those screens are the most exciting thing in the room. The Renovation "Oh you hot little slut! Alright, since you asked, here you go... This what you wanted?" He began to push. I tried to relax so he could slide in and finally felt myself open as he forced first the head of his dick into my tight opening and then the rest of his cock slid into me until he was buried in my young ass. Then he began to slowly fuck me again. "There you go, how do you like that now?" "FUCK... Your ass is even tighter than your pussy." "Oh my god!" I moaned. I felt so full. He reached around and started to play with my clit as he slowly fucked me. He began to pick up speed. He was punishing my tight rear opening with his big dick. He was bent over me, rubbing my clit. With his other hand, he reached under my body and started squeezing my nipples between two hard fingers. He roughly mashed my breasts as he began to pump into me like a madman. Jake was filming it all. I kind of just ignored him. It was almost too much to focus on what else was happening to me. Maybe if I ignored the camera, it wouldn't really be there recording my complete submission. I was getting really close. Pete stood up and started slapping my ass again. Every time he hit me, I would tighten up and he would moan. It was in the middle of this that I lost it again. One moment I was just really high on the rough sex and then next I was exploding into another wild orgasm. He reached around to ride me through my orgasm. He squeezed my breasts so hard that I had black and blues on them the next day. I could feel myself crushing the dick in my ass. Pete moaned and then that was it for him too. He groaned and then I felt him come in my ass. He slowly continued to fuck me, moaning as his orgasm claimed him. My own was beginning to subside. As I started to calm down, Jake lay down in front of me again and fed me his dick again. I started to really suck on it as he videotaped every nuance. Pete pulled his now soft dick out of my throbbing ass. I heard him leave the room. I rolled over onto my side in a more relaxed position. I moved my hair out of the way and then started to concentrate on the dick I was sucking. I would slowly suck it into my mouth and then wrap my tongue around the shaft as I moved up and down on it. This guy had incredible stamina. He just seemed to be in a zone and was just lying back enjoying what I was doing to him. I remember thinking at the time, that he had a really big dick. My hands barely could fit around it and the head seemed to be the size of a small lemon. I was stroking it and playing with his balls as I moved this way and that while I worked my tongue around the head. When I looked up at him at one point, he was just lying there filming it all with a smile. As I continued to suck him off, I heard Petey come back into the room, he handed Jake a cold beer and sat in a chair in the corner of my room with his own beer to watch me blow his friend. "She gives fucking great head don't she Jake?" "Oh yeah... and a hot piece of ass to boot, this little girl likes her cock, don't you sweetheart?" "Why don't you rub my cock on your titties, use it to play with your nipples... I wanna see you do that." I slipped his dick out of my mouth and I moved up so that it was level with my breasts and then started to rub my nipples with it. "Slap em with it", he ordered. I did and my nipples started to twist up again as I beat on them with his dick. "Oh yeah... that's sweet, I fucking love it. Here, why don't you climb up onto my dick and fuck me for awhile. I want to watch you on top." He continued to film as I rode his dick. Lean back, let me see my dick sliding into your fucking pussy. I leaned back on my elbows so that he could see everything. I looked down and was amazed that his dick could fit inside me and feel as good as it did. It looked huge and I felt stretched to the max to accommodate that thing. I was still kind of inexperienced at that time and didn't know that I could stretch even further. But that's another story for another time. I continued to slowly ride Jake and do whatever he asked. I kind of felt like his slave a little bit and wasn't really responsible for any of the naughty things he made me do. He told me to play with my breasts as he filmed and then to stretch my nipples as far as I could. He was starting to get worked up and I began to ride him harder and faster. When he was close, he had me roll off him and onto my back. He squatted over my chest; he pushed my breasts together and then began to titty fuck me. He told me to open my mouth and he moved up and slid it into my open my mouth. He held my arms above my head and began to pump into my mouth again. He was almost choking me as he drove his hard dick deep into my mouth and down my throat. He pumped faster and faster and then buried it as deep down my throat as he could. "Suck it!" he demanded. I did my best and he lost it shooting another thick load down my throat. He pulled it out of my mouth and moved down shooting his hot come all over my face and body before finally sliding his slick dick back into my pussy. He finished in my now tender pussy, stroking until he finally lost his erection. He pulled out and climbed off the bed. He panned my spent body with the camera, then picked up his beer and sat down in another chair. I heard him high hand Pete and both guys laughed. "What a way to start a fucking work day ehhh Petey?" Jake said. I lay on the bed totally spent, warm come all over me. Petey asked Jake if wanted to go get some breakfast, Jake agreed. "Hey Jenn, you are one hot piece of ass. If you want us to toss you another good fucking, just let us know. Hey maybe we can bring a couple more friends over. I know one guy who'd love you." Jake slipped the tape from the camera and pocketed it, then both guys left. I wiped the come off myself and lay there for another 15 or 20 minutes trying to recover. I felt totally used, my pussy and ass were a little sore, but I could still feel the pleasant tingles from my orgasms. I was totally satiated. I finally got up on wobbly legs and took a long hot shower and finally got out of the house. I didn't trust myself to be around those guys any more. I was afraid I would let them bring their friends over. I wondered who they would show the video to. I decided it was a better idea to visit my friend Rachel for the weekend. I never saw the guys again.