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All in...

By: jaismith



It WAS his idea.......at first.

But, after that first encounter with another couple, after that first time I fucked another guy while he fucked the guy's wife on the same bed, next to me, I was hooked on the idea of swinging.

Our sex life had grown stale after several years of marriage but, I thought, we were too young to be having sexual problems in our relationship. Nevertheless, too young or not, the problems were there. I no longer 'got off' from his fucking of me, though many times I pretended I did only to get myself off in the bathroom when I went to 'clean' up after sex.

So, long story short, when he suggested trying the lifestyle to spice up our love life, I didn't fight the suggestion. He was bored. I was bored. Why the hell not? was my thought on the matter. Besides, I reasoned with myself, I'd only had sex with three guys in my life so, yeah, why not expand my sexual resume, I reasoned.

While that first encounter with that couple started us on this road, it was the second, unexpected encounter that set the tone for our 'other life', our life as swingers........

"See anything you like?" Jack asked as we sat at the bar of the 'Social Club' (read-Swingers' Club) on that weekend night. 

We were told about the club on the night of our first foray into the lifestyle while the four of us lounged in the glow of after-sex. Jack and I talked about it and decided that we'd check it out. We did. We liked the premises. We joined.

What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound.

"Lots of attractive couples here," I answered as I scanned the large lounge area of the club.

"Just so you know," Jack remarked, "I'd be okay with another guy in a three-way," his grin punctuating the comment.

"Good to know," I replied, non-commitally, my eyes locking on a couple at the end of the bar. As I watched the attractive couple, the woman leaned in and kissed her husband? beau? on the lips and, turning to the couple sitting next to them, nodded her head and walked off with the other couple towards the 'play-rooms'.

"Interesting," I remarked to Jack, relating to him what I had witnessed.

"Shame to let him sit there alone, don't you think?" Jack said as he walked to the end of the bar, spoke a few words to the now-single guy, returning with him following.

"Bob, my wife, Shari," Jack said in way of introduction. Taking his offered hand, I shook it, returning his smile while doing so.

"Good to meet you, Shari," Bob said as his eyes took in the cleavage that my bra-less 34Cs were providing in my blouse, opened to the third button.

Over a drink, Bob nonchalantly told us of his wife's acceptance of the couple's invite to party with them as their third in a threesome.

"She likes partying with other couples from time to time....it's all good," Bob said with a smile.

"And you?" Jack asked.

"I've never refused an invite to make love to another man's wife or girlfriend along with him," Bob replied with a grin in my direction.

I felt a rush of heat in my crotch that dampened my panties.

"Shari?" Jack said, his eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.

"Sounds like fun," I replied in answer, my panties a bit wetter when I did.

"This way," Bob said to us as he took my hand in his, Jack following us as we walked towards the party rooms at the back of the club.

There were eight party rooms at the club and the rules were simple; first come (no pun intended), first served. If a door was closed, it was occupied and private; if opened and occupied, it was an open invite for others to watch and/or participate.

"Looks like we're in luck," Bob said as we entered the last room that was opened and unoccupied.

"Lucky me," I quipped, my stomach fluttering a bit in nervousness of my first three-way. Gently pulling me into his arms, Bob allayed my nervousness with a very sensual kiss and a gentle hand on my bra-less breast.

Bob was a good kisser, his mouth warm and tender, his tongue long and wet. As I happily allowed his tongue free access to my mouth and throat, I let him lead my hand down to his crotch until his erection was filling my palm.

Damn! If what I was feeling was all cock then I was doubly glad that Jack initiated this threesome. I slowly caressed his thickness, feeling it grow ever longer and thicker as I did so. Until now, the largest cock I'd ever had was Jack's six and a half-inch, moderately thick, dick. I roughly judged Bob's cock to be at least nine inches and roughly half-again as thick as Jack.

Yea for me!!

As Bob and I continued to kiss and fondle each other, I felt Jack move against me from behind, his noticeably smaller hard-on pressing against my ass through my thin skirt. Jack's hands reached around my body and began undoing my blouse, slipping it from my arms before he undid and removed my skirt leaving me in an embrace with Bob while only in my panties.

I was so turned on at that point that, while sucking on Bob's deliciously long tongue in my mouth, I almost ripped the buttons from his shirt in an effort to get him naked. Breaking our kiss but for a moment, he quickly stripped, pulling me to lay on the large sheet-covered mat that was the top tier of the three tiered playing area. I should point out that all play-rooms had a supply of freshly laundered and sanitized linens and members were required to strip and replace their play areas before leaving a room.

So involved was I in stroking and kissing Bob, I sorta' forgot that my husband was also in the room with us. Truthfully, I really didn't care at that point because I was soooo ready for some serious big-dick sucking and fucking that it was the only thing I was thinking about.

I broke my kiss with Bob, intending to kiss my way down his chest and stomach in prelude to my getting a mouthful of his cock. Bob stopped me and laying me on my back, he swiftly moved between my legs, slipping down on the mat and dropping his mouth to my now-drenched panties. He 'mouthed' my snatch through the wet material, the combination of his warm mouth and my wet panties sending my excitement into another dimension. Slipping his fingers in the waist band, he had them off of me in a nano-second, his mouth and tongue now surrounding and invading my pussy, guttural sounds of moans and gasps escaping my mouth so talented was he.

Peeling the folds of my cunt aside, his snake-like tongue slowly slithered inside, tasting and licking my pussy as it had never been before.

"Oooooh, sweet Jesus, don't stop, please don't stop......." I cooed as I felt my orgasm build from his cunnilingus of me, my hands gripping his head and hair, my stomach fluttering with impending climax.

Slipping his hands under the cheeks of my ass, he raised me up while increasing his oral assault, teasing me by backing off before I 'popped', letting it all build up again to even greater heights. Feeling the mat near my head sink a bit, I realized that Jack was moving so that his cock was near my mouth. Turning my head as Bob continued to eat me in ways I had never had before, I sucked all of Jack into my mouth quickly, hurridly. Taking a hand from Bob's head, I started stroking Jack as I sucked him, my only thought being to get him off quickly so that I could devote my full attention to fucking Bob.

Yeah, I know.....but hey, it is what it is. That's what I was thinking and feeling.

And it worked.

Jack didn't last five minutes before he got off, filling my mouth with a very nice amount of his jism which I greedily sucked and swallowed. I happen to like swallowing cum, liking the taste and feel of it as it slides down my throat.

After I finished sucking and licking my husband's cock, I released it from my mouth just as Bob pulled me tight to his mouth while wiggling his tongue inside of me. Before I knew what hit me, I orgasmed, two or three in a row, which had me moaning my satisfaction quite loudly I was told. I don't remember, honestly, as I was relishing the climaxes.

Lifting his head from between my legs, Bob slowly moved up and over me until I could feel the tip of his huge cock-head pushing, gently, against my super-wet pussy. Opening my legs wider while pulling Bob close to me with my arms, he slowly entered me as I raised my legs to wrap and cross behind the small of his back. When he was about half-way in, he started stroking it, slowly, in and out, slowly getting it deeped inside of me, slowly stretching my pussy wider than it had ever been in my life, and it felt so incredibly good, let me tell you!

My fingers gripped his muscled arms tighter and tighter as our synced body movements grew faster and harder, his ass a blur as he pounded his monster cock into me deep, our pubic bones smashing against the other's. God, but did it feel good. I remember thinking, at some point of our fuck, 'So this is what it's like to be really fucked!'.....

Bob lasted at least twenty minutes before he could hold back no longer and filled my well-fucked snatch with, what felt like, gallons of sperm. God bless him for his longevity. I came so many times that I quit counting after six. And not 'wee ones' either, I'm talking body-shaking, pussy-quaking, orgasms!

I kissed him long and hard after he came inside of me, loving how it felt as he slowly removed his now, semi-erect, firehose from my cunt. He rolled onto his back, his head next to mine. Leaning up on an elbow, he bent down and kissed me tenderly, sweetly, which I returned in like manner. 

Just as his hand found my tits as we kissed, I suddenly felt Jack's mouth on my pussy, his tongue licking Bob's cum from my pussy-lips, his tongue dipping into my love-canal, licking and sucking as much of Bob's cum as he could.

And I liked it! I liked that he was doing that! I really, really did. I opened my legs wider so that he could lick and suck as much of Bob's and my juices as he could. After a while, Jack stopped his cleansing of me and joined Bob and I, all three of our heads near each other's, me switching between Bob and my husband, kissing lustfully. Casually brushing my hand across Bob's cock, I found him almost fully erect again.

Perfect!

Slipping from between Jack and Bob, kneeling, now, between them, I took each cock in my hands, slowly stroking them and rubbing their juices and wetness around their cock-heads. As I stroked both, the difference in cock sizes was quite apparent. I had never suck a cock as big as Bob's. Well, not at that point, at least.

Bending, I widened my mouth and lowered it over Bob's cock while continuing to stroke Jack's dick. As expected, he didn't take long to get off, spewing his cum down his cock and my hand. As I let him lift my hand to his mouth so that he could clean off his own sperm, I focused my concentration to getting as much of Bob as I could into my mouth and throat. God, it felt and tasted so damned good to feel that much cock inside of my mouth.

As it was when we fucked, my sucking session of his dick lasted what seemed like forever....but, I'm not complaining. I was finding that I really, really prefer sucking big cocks to small ones. 

But it was when, at one point, that I opened my eyes and saw my husband, Jack, watching me as I serviced another man. Watching me and stroking his dick while doing so, a gentle smile on his mouth, a smile of contentment, I thought at the time. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, I sucked harder on Bob's big cock, more seductively, sucking on it while eye-fucking my husband as I sucked another man's dick.

Strangely, when I first registered the globs of cum slamming into the back of my throat, Jack climaxed at the same time. Watching his dick spew jism as I was feeling a cock spewing jism down my throat was a remarkably, sensual event that was so strong that I, too, had a mini-quake of climax.

Starting with Jack, I sucked and licked his spillage from his body, doing the same with Bob, afterwards.

Realizing that we had been in the playroom for over an hour, we all decided to dress and have a drink at the bar while Bob waited for his wife to finish her 'thing' if she already hadn't. Cleaning up and re-sheeting the mat, we joined the public area once more, the shit-eating grins of sexual satisfaction obvious to a blind man, judging by the knowing return smiles from others as we passed.

"I hope you left some fuck in him for me after we get home," joked Bob's wife, Mindy, after we were introduced in the bar.

"If his stamina is any indicator, he should have plenty left in the tank for you," I joked back, exchanging a hug and cheek-kiss with Mindy.

"I know! Fucker can fuck forever! Can't he?" Mindy said with a chuckle.

"Yeppers," was all I could reply.

We shared a drink, exchanged numbers, and kissed a girl for the first time before we parted. After we had cleaned up and washed our hands after using the bathroom before leaving the club, Mindy suddenly kissed me, taking my head in her hands as she did so. I was startled and surprised.....and, I realized, aroused. Never kissed a girl before. Liking it now, I remember thinking as I slowly began returning her kiss.

"If ever you can sneak away from Jack to come and play with Bob and I, I promise that you won't regret it, sexy lady," Mindy cooed, her lips 'almost' still touching mine.

"Sounds tempting," I replied, "let's talk later in the week."

We did talk later in the week......but that's the next story. 

All In



Poker night usually meant a night in my room just craving Master's touch, but tonight was different. I was ordered to set up the table with 5 spots and set out some things for you and your friends to eat while you played. 

While I did this you instructed me that I was to be seen and was not to say a word. I was nervous I had never been around your friends before, but times when you had played before I could hear from my room they were a rowdy bunch of guys. 

You ordered me to prepare for the night in the usual way and dress in the things You had laid out. Tonight you had laid out a short tight skirt and sheer blouse that You could see my perky breasts and erect nipples though. You never allowed me to wear a bra unless we were leaving the house to go somewhere. When I had come down stairs You inspected me to make sure the clothing was to your liking, sliding your finger under my skirt You made sure I was not wearing panties. Pleased with your findings you smiled and went to go sit at the set up table.

It was just about time for the arrival of all the players so You took me and secured my collar and leash around my neck so that there was no question to all the others that I was your property and for them only to look at. 

Within minutes of everything being ready the doorbell started to ring and I was ordered to the door to let the guys come in. 

As each of the men walked through the door, they hollered their hello's to You and reached out to grab me before they went to sit down. Your grip made me feel very uncomfortable but I knew I was there to do as you wanted of me, knowing You would never let any of them hurt me. I turned my eyes down towards the floor and endured the humiliation of the sneers greetings they were giving me.

After all the men came through the door I quickly made my way to kneel on the floor beside You, there I would feel safe, somewhat out of the way of all the leering stares they were giving me. I knelt there and waited for your next set of instructions as the game began.

As the night went on I could hear the shuffling of cards and bets being placed. As the beer flowed I could hear the men get louder rowdier by the minute. 

When I looked up and saw the solemn look on your face; I knew it wasn't good. You don't like to lose and you were. 

You sharply ordered me to get another round of beer for all the guys and I quickly got up and went to the kitchen. As I returned with the drinks I noticed your pile of chips was much smaller than the rest, my heart sunk, oh how terrible your mood was when you lost. 

I could hear the shuffling of the cards once more and the man at the other end of the table hollered to all, "Ante up" and You shoved the remainder of your pile of chips towards the center of the table. 

The cards were dealt and your face lit up and I could tell you had a good hand. You looked over towards the others in hope they would all fold but no, and then the most boisterous guy of all sneered, "Bet or lose the game." Looking down at the empty spot where the chips had been you frown.

Pausing for a moment the man impatiently says, "Well, you have no more money so bet the Slut, if you lose I'll take her to do my bidding for the night." 

Looking down at me you see the petrified look on my face but it doesn't faze You due to the amount of drinking you had been doing tonight. "Ok I am in," you state mater of factly looking down at your hand. You thought for sure yours would be the winning hand.

As the hands were laid out on the table I heard a big "Woo Hoo" from the far side of the table and a big heavy groan come from your lips. 

I buried my head in my hands not knowing that this horrible man my master just bet and lost me to had in store for me.

Master looked down at me and I whimpered, I had never before taken orders from any other man other than Master. You saw the look of pain in my eyes and the look on your face softened, You pulled me up to your face and you kissed me gently, "It will be ok," You whispered and stood to lead me to the man who had won me. 

As You handed this vile man my leash and he grabbed me by the chin, I averted my eyes not wanting to look up to learn the true horror of my fate. "Come with me," he orders harshly and yanks my leash hurting my neck. 

You call after me to this man, "Remember you may not hurt her she is only yours for this night and this night only!" 

With this we are out the door and I am ordered into a strange car. I barely pull my legs in when the door is slammed shut and we speed off into the darkness.

I sit in the car although it is a not a long ride it seems as if it takes forever. The man doesn't say a word to me the whole ride and there is an uncomfortable silence lingering as he pulls the car to a stop and gets out. 

I stay in the car not moving a muscle, dreading what was going to happen to me next. He walks briskly around the car to the passenger side and opens the door, and yanks me up out of the seat by my arm and I let out a yelp.

I am forced to walk into the house and he slams the door behind him. "Get down on your knees slut," he commands.

I grudgingly comply and move to my knees. He brings himself in front of me and unzips his pants, knowing what that means I take his protruding penis in my mouth and begin to suck. I crinkle up my nose for he tastes as vile as his behavior had been. I continue sucking and he cums. Thick and white it is even more vile, and I almost get sick on the cock I am sucking. I unwillingly swallow the nasty mess that is now in my mouth and finally he moves away. 

He pats me on the head and sneers "Very good slut, your master should be happy he has such a good slut." 

He walks away to the other room and returns with a light weight blanket and pillow and tosses them at me "Sleep here slut," he orders and walks out of the room. 

I shiver and curl up on the floor and begin to cry, scared of what more might happen to me next. I longed to be returned to Master and I fell in to an uneasy restless sleep.

Morning came quickly and the sunlight filtering thru the blinds woke me, glad it was morning and that I would soon be returned to Master.



All In



If you find cuckolding offensive I suggest that you skip to the last page, leave your caustic comment and avoid the pain of reading this story. If you want to read about a cock in a cage this isn't the story for you either. My story isn't for everyone, but you would be surprised by how many people find it oddly compelling. It's like a slow-motion catastrophe that you can't look away from.

*****

Almost everyone reacts the same way. They ask how I came to be Trudy's cuckold, why I don't expect more from the relationship, and why I don't leave her. I would try to explain, but they don't know either of us well enough to understand our bond. Somehow Trudy has understood me from the day we met, when I was a scrawny eleven year old boy. The first words she said to me were, "You're the wuss that everyone's talking about, aren't you?"

I suppose the mud gave me away. At lunch Bill Kiest and Jack Willoughby, who were both fifteen year old Neanderthals, had dragged me by the ankles through the mud, dirt and grass of the school yard. I'd kicked and screamed, but nothing I did mattered. I had no choice but to ride it out and hope the cavemen would get bored and leave me alone. 

I had rinsed out my hair in the bathroom sink and gotten most of the mud out of my nose and ears, but there was nothing I could do about my filthy clothes, my humiliation, or my embarrassment. I spent the rest of the day avoiding the knowing glances and concealed stares of my classmates. Most were happy it wasn't them, but a few found a cruel pleasure in my torture. 

"You're the wuss, right?" Trudy stood in the driveway of the house next door waiting for me to respond. A yellow and red moving van was parked in the street. Men wearing brown work shirts with brightly colored patches on their shoulders carried her family's belongings into the house. She wore a pretty plaid skirt and white blouse. I could tell by the way she said 'wuss,' her crystal blue eyes and the size of her tits that she would be popular as the new girl in school.

Without answering, I trudged past the weeds emerging in the cracks of our asphalt driveway, towards the front door of our run-down house and the sanctuary of my bedroom.

"Hey," she shouted, "Will you walk me to the bus stop tomorrow morning?" 

It was an odd request. Usually girls like her didn't associate with guys like me. I was tempted to refuse, but I couldn't resist the chance to be with her, if only for the short walk to the bus stop. She seemed sincere enough, so I said, "I'll meet you at 7:20. I have to go clean up now." She smiled and waved as I closed the door.

I lived with my mother in a small two bedroom house that she worked two jobs to afford. I usually saw her in the morning and sometimes she would wake me up with a goodnight kiss when she got home at night. Other than that we only had time to talk on the weekends, when we did our chores.

On the short walk to the bus stop the next morning Trudy asked, "Does it bother you that people think you're a wuss?"

I had hoped that some strange group amnesia would have erased yesterday's events from everyone's mind, or, at the very least, people would have the decency not to mention it. "People don't think I'm a wuss. It's just that Kiest and Willoughby pick on me." 

"But everyone calls you a wuss." Her brutal words were in stark contrast to her kind voice.

"No they don't."

"They were calling you a wuss when I registered at school yesterday."

"Is this why you wanted to walk with me, so that you could call me a wuss?"

She brightly replied, "No, my mom says my dad was a wuss, and I wanted to know if it bothered you." With that she let the topic drop. 

Trudy rode the bus like it belonged to her. She laughed and flipped back her long brown hair. She expected everyone to pay attention to her, and then she ignored them when they did. She acted like telling me about herself was much more important than anything anyone else might have to say. It made me feel like I was the most important person on Earth.

Her family had moved from a town a few miles away. Her new stepdad wanted a fresh start and thought that the move would do them good. She shared a room with her older sister, who liked to party, sneak cigarettes from her mother's purse and steal booze from her stepdad's liquor cabinet. 

Her life sounded so exotic. She didn't just have a father, she had a new stepfather, who had replaced the old stepfather. I couldn't imagine a life with men in it. My mom hadn't been with a guy since I'd been aware of such things. She was too busy working and trying to keep up with the house to make time for men. She said that my dad was her life's mistake and that nothing good had ever come from a man. She didn't smoke and the closest thing we had to a liquor cabinet was the bottle of vodka she brought home on Friday night.

I sat next to Trudy on the bus for three or four days before Bill Kiest and Jack Willoughby started riding the bus again. I tried to protest when they made me move, but Trudy said, "Don't be silly. You can't keep me to yourself." 

She sweetly waved goodbye as I found a seat further back. From then on I would walk her to the bus stop, sit with her for a stop and then move back when the Neanderthals got on. She was always so sweet on the walk to the bus stop, but she never protested when the cavemen took my seat.

We ate lunch together a couple of times, but soon guys started bringing her treats. They would give her a sandwich or Twinkies and then they would hold hands and make out after school. She was always sweet to me, but I never had any food she wanted. She didn't even want the Ding Dongs I bought especially for her. 

On the weekends her parents liked to party. They played loud music and danced on the patio in the back yard. My mom would come home late and send me to bed. She said that Trudy's family was a bunch of parasites and that they were not the kind of people that we associated with. She would take her bottle of vodka to bed and pass out. I would lie in my bed and listen to the excitement next door until the small hours of the morning. I could hear Trudy's laughter over the music. When the party was winding down I could hear her sister's high school friends tell her stories of what happened under the bleachers after the football games, and I heard her excited laugh in reply.

On the walk to the bus she would tell me how exciting it all was, how much fun it was to be drunk and how handsome the high school boys were. I desperately wanted to be a part of that world. I wanted her to laugh at my jokes and be impressed by my stories. Instead, week after week, I listened as the excitement unfolded next door without me. 

One Saturday, when I was mowing the lawn, Trudy's mom came out to talk to me. She wore a low cut top that showed off most of her tits, and her pants were as tight as the girls at school. Her eyes were heavy with mascara and her lips were deep in red lipstick. 

She said, "Trudy tells me that you're her special friend."

I didn't know how to react. She looked so strange trying to appear young, I was surprised that Trudy would mention me at all, and it was beyond comprehension that her mother would come out to talk to me about it.

She said, "I don't want you getting in her way, do you understand? I want her to have a real life. I don't want her to be dragged down by a wuss like you." She poked her finger into my chest to emphasize the word wuss.

My mom flew out of the house to intercept her. "Leave my boy alone."

"What are you going to do if I don't?"

Trudy's mom had a good six inches on my mom, but that didn't slow her down a jot. She wheeled back and popped Trudy's mom in the nose with her fist. Blood ran down her face in two red streams. 

While Trudy's mom tried to stop the flow of blood, my mom got ready to pop her in the nose again. She said, "If you want another you know where to find it." Then turned to me and said, "Get in the house."

Looking back, I can see that Trudy's exotic life wasn't anything like what I imagined. Her stepfather moved out a couple of months after they moved in, and after only a few more months her whole family moved away. Later I learned that that her stepfather paid the first and last month's rent and then never paid the rent again. They lived in the house until they were evicted. I'd envied her when she told me that they moved a lot, I didn't realized that they moved because they couldn't pay the rent.

I remember Trudy crying as I watched them load their stuff into a small trailer. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "My mom says that we are moving out of this bad neighborhood to a nice apartment downtown." She gave me a hug and held me close while her mom yelled at her from inside the house. She said, "You'll always be my special friend."

Nothing she said made any sense. Our neighborhood was a lot nicer than the apartments downtown, and, except for the walk to the bus, we hardly spoke. I didn't understand how that made me special.

I didn't see Trudy again until my Junior year of high school. By then old Mr. Clifford had given me his tan Buick. For several years I'd mowed his lawn, swept his walkway, and done pretty much anything else he needed. He had trouble getting around, so I'd done the neighborly thing and helped him out. When I turned sixteen he did the neighborly thing and gave me the car he could no longer drive.

To pay for gas and insurance, I took a job at the local diner bussing tables. I worked hard and the waitresses liked me. It was the popular hangout, so I had to fetch water and clean up after the other kids at my school. But it wasn't what you might think. Bill Kiest and Jack Willoughby had long ago dropped out and now worked in the factory. I'd had a growth spurt and put on a few pounds, so nobody picked on me. I had a job and car. The other kids respected me and they envied my income.

One Saturday after work I came home to find Trudy standing in the driveway of the house next door again. Once again men were moving her stuff into the house. This time I wasn't covered in mud, so I looked respectable, but Trudy had grown into a ravishing beauty. Her cheekbones had become more defined and her frame had become statuesque. Her long brown hair was silky smooth and her eyes were even more clear than I remembered.

She told me that her family had come into some money and that her mother had loved this house, so they'd bought it. She acted like she'd always known they would come into money and now they were going to live the life they'd always dreamed of. Only Trudy and her mom moved in. I assumed that her sister was out on her own and that her mom was between men.

The next morning I gave Trudy a ride to school. I felt like a big man on campus as I pulled into a parking place with Trudy sitting beside me and my two wingmen backing me up. We were later than usual because we had to wait for Trudy, so Josh and Xander bolted out of the car and headed for class. Trudy held my hand as we walked onto campus. 

"You look dapper now with your car, your girl and your friends."

"Are you my girl now?"

"Don't be silly. You'll always be a wuss to me." 

I stood stunned. It was like a time machine had transported me back to the 7th grade. The embarrassment and humiliation of that day in the mud eclipsed four years of emotional and physical growth and left me stammering and confused. 

Trudy laughed at me, then said, "I'm going to be late," as she hurried off.

I pulled myself together and walked to class. I spent the rest of the morning trying to work out what she'd meant, but I couldn't contrive an interpretation that made sense.

At lunch Trudy was surrounded by admirers and friends that remembered her from junior high school and others that were taken in by her beauty. She smiled and laughed and flipped her hair as she effortlessly slipped back into being the center of attention. Occasionally she would shoot a glance in our direction, just to make sure we were watching her.

Xander, Josh and I tried to ignore her, or at least we tried not to look at her. We all agreed that she was a total bitch and that she could rot in hell for all we cared. Of course, our proclamations had little bearing on reality. Not only did I care, but I desperately wanted her attention.

After school she was waiting at my car. 

"What are you doing here?"

"I need a ride home, silly."

"What about all those other guys? Can't any of them give you a ride?"

"You're my ride."

"But, no. I'm just..." I looked at Xander and Josh. I didn't want to repeat what she'd said front of them.

She played coy and said, "Did I hurt my little wuss' feelings this morning? And I thought you were a big wuss now, all grown up with a car." Her obvious manipulation was almost comical. 

"Why don't you just take the bus?" I was pissed and I did my best to sound pissed.

She looked from me to Josh and Xander and then back to me. "Can I please have a ride?"

Without saying anything I unlocked the car and the four of us got in. I dropped Xander and Josh off and parked the car in front of my house without saying a word.

As I set the parking brake she said, "I didn't mean to say you were a wuss. I meat to say you were MY wuss. There's a big difference you know."

"How is that any better?"

"It's not what you think. I told you my dad was a wuss, right?"

"Yea, but your dad's gone."

"That's because of my mom. He'd still be here if it wasn't for how she treated him."

"And?" I had no idea what she was driving at.

"You'll always be there for me won't you?" I was still confused but somehow I suspected she was right.

She quit calling me a wuss after that. I gave her a ride to school for a short while, but it wasn't long before she had a boyfriend with a car. He drove a new Camaro with racing stripes and a modified exhaust. It looked and sounded much faster than my Buick. In the morning he beckoned her with a couple throaty revs of his engine. She would run to his car and kiss him deeply before they drove off.

The first boyfriend lasted a month or so, after that the boys cycled through in rapid succession. They were all tall, good looking guys and each had his own car. She brought each of her beaus into the diner and introduce them to me. Of course, they were all from my school, so I already knew them, but she introduced me anyway. I was always, "Her special friend."

After parading them in front of me at the diner, she would entertain them in the backyard late into the night. They would share the chaise lounge under the cover of an overgrown tree next to the fence and just outside my window. It was impossible for me to fall asleep listening to the soft murmur of their conversation followed by the smack of their kissing and the low rumble of their fondling. Occasionally she would break into a loud laugh, and I could imagine her flipping her hair. It was like she wanted me to wake up so that I could pay attention to her. 

While Trudy was cycling through guys I managed to find a girlfriend of my own. Her name was Sara, and we'd met when she helped me clean up a mess that a bunch of her friends had made at the diner. She told me that she lived in the next town and mentioned that a new movie theater had opened. In an unexpectedly bold moment I asked her to go to latest remake of Superman and after another bold moment it was a date.

Her family lived in a big house outside of town. It had a two car garage and enough pretty pink bedrooms for her and her two sisters to each have their own. They were a living cliché of family life. It was almost like they learned what families should be like from a TV show. Her father always wore a suit and tie and her mother wore floral print dresses. The girls reminded me of paper dolls, smiling and perfectly posed. They always ate dinner together, and while eating they shared stories about what happened during their day. They laughed at the right time and never said anything bad about anyone.

As much as I wanted to be a part of their perfect life, I felt like a foreigner in a strange land when I visited. There was a subtle etiquette to their interaction that eluded me. They were so unconditionally supportive of each other that I found their conversions absurd. My sarcastic sense of humor didn't fit in at all. 

Sara was sweet, but an exciting night for us was a trip to the diner, and beyond the occasional peck on the lips, she never wanted to make out. I think her parents appreciated my work ethic, but I'm pretty sure they were relieved when we broke up at summer's end.

Senior year was rough for Trudy. She'd broken up with most of the eligible guys at school during her junior year and her reputation was way ahead of her. None of the guys wanted to deal with her and most of the girls were mad at her. She had to ride the bus with the freshmen, and she ate her lunch alone. She no longer flipped her hair the way she once did. 

When the history class broke up into groups of three for a project, she was left in a pathetic little group by herself. It was sweet revenge to see her sitting alone, and if Mrs. Peterson hadn't asked me to work with her I would have enjoyed watching her rot there by herself.

"Thanks," she quietly said as I moved my stuff onto her table.

"Just don't call me any names, okay?"

She didn't reply, but she didn't call me a wuss either. She lifelessly conformed to my direction as we worked on the project, and after class she asked for a ride home. I couldn't think of a good excuse and I felt sorry for her, so I gave her one.

"How's your girlfriend?" she asked as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"We broke up a couple of months ago."

"That's too bad, she seemed nice."

"Yea, she was nice. She probably still is," I laughed.

"Why'd you break up?"

"I'm not sure. There was just something missing."

It was quiet for a few moments then I asked, "What about you, why so many boyfriends?"

Tears surged to her eyes and soon she was sobbing into her hands. She cried all the way home. I felt like a shit for not offering her a tissue, but there was nothing resembling a tissue in the car. I sat there quietly with her in the parked car while I waited for her to stop.

Eventually she caught her breath and began to speak, but before she could say anything she stopped herself and considered her words. I've often wondered what she stopped herself from saying. Was it a secret that she was reluctant to share or simply a jumbled thought? 

She said, "I'm afraid that I'm becoming my mother. As hard as I try, I can't stop myself from making the same mistakes she made. If I don't figure it out I'm going to end up pathetic, broke and alone like her."

"She's not alone, she's got you."

"Not for long she doesn't. I'm moving out as soon as I can."

Her unhappiness and the acknowledgment of her own folly made me sympathetic to her, but she still hadn't answered my question. "But why so many boyfriends?"

She gave a weak smile, thanked me for the ride and then suggested we talk about it another time.

In the weeks that followed I spared Trudy the indignity of riding the bus with the freshmen. She quietly occupied the passenger seat of my car, resigned to her new position in society. Her skirts no longer exposed her legs and her tops concealed her cleavage. The humbled Trudy was much less fun than the self-assured girl she once was, but she was a lot easier to take. 

I think it was in November of our senior year that I learned what had happened to her sister. I'm certain that it was my mother that told me, but somehow I remember the words as being spoken in Trudy's voice. Her sister had been walking down a dimly lit street late at night when she was hit by a drunk driver. The driver had passed out, and no one reported the accident until after dawn the next day. She might have lived if she'd made it to the hospital, but instead bled out on the street only a few feet from her unconscious and inebriated killer. The small fortune that Trudy and her mother had come into was the result of lawsuits with the driver and the city. I thought it was a tragedy, but my mother was entirely unsympathetic. Why was that girl out at that hour? Where the hell was her mother?




All In



Her mother used the money to pay for the house, but she wasn't savvy enough to buy it outright. Instead she made a down payment and mortgaged the rest. She bought an expensive car and took a vacation in Hawaii and blew the rest on who knows what. It only took a few months for her to fall behind in the house payments and by early spring the house was repossessed by the bank.

In April Trudy's mom was arrested for drunk driving herself. It wasn't her first offense, so she got no sympathy from the judge, received a stiff sentence and was sent to jail. 

Trudy found herself alone with no friends and just enough money to rent a studio apartment downtown. She was legally an adult, so she dropped out of high school and took a job in a department store as a sales clerk.

She rang my doorbell the day she moved out. "I was wondering if you would help me move." She made the white t-shirt and blue jeans she was wearing look hot, but her expression was pathetic. 

I didn't know what to say. We weren't really friends, but I suppose she didn't have a better friend than me. She didn't have much stuff, so we just shuttled it in a few trips with my Buick.

She thanked me with a burrito from a sidewalk vendor, a hug and a kiss that was more passionate than anything I'd received from Sara.

"This doesn't have to be good bye. You're only moving across town."

"I know, but I won't be next door, torturing you by making you listen to me make out." She smiled coyly at her own admission.

"You did that on purpose?" I'd thought she was oblivious to what she was doing to me.

"That's pretty fucked up isn't it?"

"Why would you do that?"

"That is a great question, 'Why is Trudy so fucked up?'" She put her arms around me and gave me another hug. "I'm going to miss you."

I guess maybe I am a wuss, because I felt sorry for her. I visited her a couple of times the first week she was on her own. I brought her lunch and helped her do her shopping. I gave her a ride to work once when it was raining, but soon she was too busy for my visits. From our brief conversations it sounded like she had started to cycle through a much larger pool of guys. I imagined her happily flipping her hair as she talked to me on the phone.

While all of that was going on with Trudy, my mom started dating a long-haul trucker named Hector. He would be in town a couple of days and then be gone for a week or more. Those few days transformed her from a grumpy, depressed nag into a happy, optimistic woman, and the glow would last for the better part of a week. Even I looked forward to his visits.

After my graduation she sold the house and used the cash to buy a rig for Hector, so that he could go independent. She gave me enough money for first and last month's rent, climbed into Hector's rig and left town. I don't think I've seen her a dozen times since then, but she seems happy.

I called Trudy for her advice on where to live. She gave me a bleak rundown of the apartments that were available downtown and then said, "We would do a lot better if we split a two bedroom."

"You mean live together?"

"Yea, roommates, not boyfriend and girlfriend."

Trudy was right, the selection of apartments in my budget was dismal. I was concerned with money, like my mother always had been, so I agreed to share a place before I considered what it would be like to live with a sexually active Trudy in an apartment with paper-thin walls.

The first few days were pretty good. We shared gossip about people from high school while we ate breakfast together. She got home before me and cooked dinner and then we did the dishes together. 

At the weekend things took a strange turn. On Friday night I went to bed around midnight. I heard her come in with a date at around 2:30. They woke me with a slam of the door followed by drunken laughter. They bashed some glasses in the kitchen and then went at it in the bedroom. The mattress rhythmically thumped against the wall for about ten minutes. Her guest sounded an ecstatic wail and then all was silent.

About fifteen minutes later Trudy crept into my room and sat at the edge of my bed. "Did you hear that?" she whispered.

In my softest voice I replied, "It was kind of hard to miss."

"Did it make you hard?" she asked as she slipped her hand between the sheets to find out for herself. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and smiled. "Nice," she said before I pushed her hand off of my cock.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm getting laid, you should try it."

"No, what are you doing in my room, and why are you naked?"

"I wanted to see if you like listening to me having sex."

"Why?"

"I get off knowing that you're listening."

"That's seriously fucked up."

"I know, right? I'm totally fucked up," she burst into a fit laughter. "Well? Does it turn you on?"

"What is it with you? Can't I just get some sleep?"

"Just tell me how it makes you feel and I'll leave you alone. I promise."

"It makes me feel dirty and envious. It makes me feel like a wuss." I don't know why I said wuss. Maybe it was because Trudy was in the room, but the word leapt out before I could reign it in. I immediately regretted it.

"Oh, I like the sound of that." Her bright smile reflected the streetlight outside. She straightened my hair with her fingers while I concentrated on not looking at her tits.

"I thought you said you'd leave me alone."

"Is that what you want?"

"Yes, please."

The next morning I left for work before they got up. I worked a long shift at the diner and came home to find her making out with a guy in the living room. The way she introduced him made it clear that it wasn't the guy from the night before.

She said, "Sit down and watch the movie with us." It was one of those low-budget shaky-camera slasher movies that were popular at the time.

As soon as I sat down they started to make out again. I suffered through a few minutes of their heavy petting then said, "I think I'm going to pick up a burrito and head over to Xander's."

"You don't want to watch?" she asked.

I wasn't sure what she was referring to, so I closed the door without answering.

I came home that night to the rhythmic thumping of the bed against the wall. This guy lasted a bit longer than the guy from the night before and he let out more of a soft cry than a wail. After he'd had time to fall asleep, Trudy slipped into my room. This time she didn't hesitate to pull up the covers and crawl into bed with me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" As a red-blooded male I was open to a piece of ass, but I wanted to have some say in the matter.

"Did you like watching us make out?"

"No!"

"How did it make you feel?"

"Uncomfortable."

"Come on, say it. Tell me how it made you feel."

"You want me to say I felt like a wuss again don't you?"

"That's it, now just say it."

"Fuck no, get out of here." I pushed her out of the bed and onto the floor.

She stood up. Her face had the expression of a kid who's ice cream had fallen from the cone. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nobody ever says no."

"Well, no. Go to bed."

She left the room and quietly closed the door, but I don't think she went straight back into her bedroom.

When they got up the next morning I was in the living room drinking coffee from a paper cup and reading the newspaper.

Her date said, "Get me a coffee, would you sport?"

"Help yourself," I said from my chair without looking up from the paper.

"Some host you are."

"That's because I'm not your host."

"You're just pissed off cause I fucked your girl."

"She's not my girl, and you're not the first guy to fuck her this weekend."

I took the newspaper into my room and closed the door. I knew I was acting like an ass, but I wasn't going to be able to handle this. I sat on the bed and studied the classified ads. I needed to find a new place to live.

After an hour or so Trudy knocked lightly at the door and then popped her head in. "Are you all right?"

"Yea, I'm fine, but I don't think this is going to work out."

"Uh oh."

"Yea, uh oh."

She came into the room and sat down on an unpacked box. She'd made herself up nicely for a lazy Sunday morning. She was wearing a royal blue dress with white trim and a plunging neckline. The profile of her tits was prominent and her hourglass figure was nicely accented. "What do you mean?"

"I think I'm going to have to move out." I don't know why I said "I think," I'd already made up my mind.

She said, "Before you do, can we talk?"

"Fire away."

"No, I need some time. Could we go downtown for lunch and we can talk then."

"No, I don't think so. I can't imagine anything that you could say that will change my mind."

"It's just a couple hours of your time. What could it hurt?"

"Fine. We'll get something to eat, we can talk and then I'll move out."

She insisted that I drive to a grimy pizza place in a seedy part of town. We ordered a couple of slices of pizza and sat in a booth by the window. The table was greasy and the room was cold, but the pizza was unusually good.

"A long time ago you asked me why I had so many boyfriends, do you remember that?"

She immediately had my attention. "Of course."

"Well, it took me a while to figure it out, but I think I understand it now."

She let me hang on that while she took a bite of pizza and washed it down with her soda.

"Do you remember the first time I called you a wuss? The look on your face sent shivers down my spine. Even now, the injured look on your face is making me wet. I can't get enough of it. All those boys I dated in high school, it was all to get a reaction from you. Last night and the night before, I did it just to see that reaction."

"That is fucked up."

"I know, but it's a known thing. I'm a sadist. Not with physical pain, but humiliation. I live to humiliate you and to see your reaction." She paused for a moment then continued, "I almost came that night when you said I made you feel like a wuss."

"Maybe you should try to find a humiliation masochist."

"I'd hoped that you were one, that you were my special friend." 

"I'm sorry, that's just not me."

"Don't you feel that something between us is different? It's like there's a special bond between us. Something unique that holds us together." Her eyes pleaded for me to understand.

I had an inkling of what she was talking about. I had been focused on her for years now. Initially I'd thought her beauty was the attraction, but there were a lot of beautiful girls, so that didn't really explain why she was special. Why I would be special to her was beyond me. 

Someone dropped something in the kitchen that distracted both of us. After a few moments of unfruitful glances over the counter our eyes returned to one another. She asked, "Do you think ordinary people fantasize about vanilla sex with their spouses?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Those would be some boring fantasies."

"So maybe everyone is a little bit fucked up."

"They probably are, but hurting people is extreme, don't you think?"

"It's not like I want to be this way. I've been like this since I can remember."

"It's okay, I won't judge you, but that doesn't mean I want you to hurt me."

She pushed the crusts around her paper plate with a plastic fork, then said, "If I try to be good will you please stay? I mean, now that you know what's going on and everything, you can tell me to back off when you need to."

The thought of moving out of the apartment after only a week was grim and she'd promised to try, so I gave her a second chance. We settled into a manageable equilibrium. She was on her best behavior and made it obvious that she wanted me around. I did my share of best behaving in return. Even though we didn't have a lot of money, with both of us trying, we did a fine job making our little apartment feel like a comfortable home. 

We spent the next Friday and Saturday night together. Not sleeping together, but hanging out. We went to the market and combined odds and ends to make a big salad. The next day we had pork chops and applesauce. We picked up a couple movies and prepared dinner as a team and then watched the movies while we ate. We followed the same routine for a couple of weekends in a row, so I naturally assumed that was the plan for the next weekend.

"Oh, I'm sorry I've got a date tonight."

For some reason, it was a bigger deal for me than it should have been. "Of course, no problem," I said as nonchalantly as I could, but from her reaction I knew that I'd betrayed myself. 

Her smile intensified as she said, "I've got a date on Saturday too." 

"Yea, no problem. I'll get together will Josh and Xander."

Josh and Xander were both busy, so I ended up watching TV and going to bed early. At about a quarter to three Trudy returned with her date. I heard the mattress beat against the wall and then silence. From my pillow I stared at the bedroom door, waiting for her entrance. After about twenty minutes I saw the shadow of her approaching feet reflected off the hardwood floor beneath the door. She lingered there waiting, but she did not come in.

I slipped out of bed, crossed the room and slowly opened the door. 

After a startled pause she said, "I wasn't sure if I should come in."

"I thought we talked about this."

"I know, but I saw the look in your eye this morning and I couldn't get it out of my head." 

"What look?"

"The look of disappointment - disappointment on the brink of pain. It made me so hot for you."

I shook my head. "I don't think I can live with someone who gets off on hurting me."

She put her index finger to my lips, "Please don't say that. I need you more than you could possibly know."

"Why?"

"You just have to believe me."

"We can be friends if you want, and you can be a slut - I'm not judging you, but that doesn't mean I want to live through every fucking night."

She smirked at my unintentional pun. There was a long pause, then she asked, "How come you've never asked me out?"

"I did in junior high, but you said no. After that I realized that no one you dated stuck around for very long, so what was the point?"

"I remember that, you brought me Ding Dongs."

I was surprised that she remembered the Ding Dongs. I would have bet that she hadn't even noticed them.

"You should ask again." she said over her shoulder as she returned to her room and softly closed the door.

Our conversation ricocheted around my brain while I struggled to sleep. The prospect of a date with Trudy was both exciting and disturbing, but it was her declaration of need that weighed heaviest on my mind. There was a strange dark magic in telling me that she needed me. Somehow it bound me to her even though I had no idea what she needed. Looking back I wonder if Trudy knew what she needed or if she simply used the words to bind me.

Once again I was out of the house before they got up on Saturday morning. I worked a long shift at the diner and got home at around 7:30. Trudy was dumping spaghetti into the colander as I walked through the doorway. Steam filled the kitchen. Two places were set at the table with a small vase of wildflowers at the center. I knew she had a date, so I scanned the living room, but didn't see anyone.

"How were the tips?" she asked as I passed her in the kitchen. 

"Pretty good, why, do you need some money?" I was now waiting tables, which made my income larger, but more variable.

"No, I was just making conversation. Are you ready to eat?"

I didn't want to join her and her date at the table so I said, "No, I grabbed something at work, thanks." I hopped into the shower, got dressed and headed back out the door. I didn't want to hang out in the apartment if she was going to be entertaining. 

As I passed the kitchen table I realized that she was still alone. "I thought you had a date tonight."

"I thought so too." 

"Did he blow you off?"

"I don't know, you tell me." 

The gears in my head finally engaged. I took a seat at the table and carefully looked into her eyes. There was something there that I'd never noticed before; it looked like a blend of disappointment and hope. It made me want to take her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be all right. Instead, I said, "This looks really good."

She smiled, leaned her head back and draped her wrist across her forehead, "I slaved over a hot stove all day."

I laughed, "You and Mama Ragu." 

I wasn't hungry, so I only took enough food to be social and played with it while she ate. After dinner we popped some corn then sat on the sofa to watch a movie. I put the movie in the player, but before I could hit play she grabbed me and kissed me deeply. Her tongue probing my mouth.

I kissed her back with some reservation. "I don't want to do this," I said.

"Are you afraid I'll break your heart?"

"Kind of. I'm afraid that in one or two nights you'll move on to the next guy, and I'll be stuck listening to it in the next room."

She rested her chin on her forearm and smiled. "Didn't I tell you that you're special?"

"You were teasing me right? You've been telling me that since we were eleven; no one could know something like that when they're that young."

"No, I don't think I was teasing. I knew then, just as I know now that you are special to me."

"Then why all the other guys?"

"That's all part of it. They come and go. You stay." She slowly traced the lines of my face with her finger. 

I enjoyed her gaze while I considered my options. Either we were going to have sex or we weren't, and, if we were, now was as good a time as any. I'd wanted her for years. I'd rather take her now than never have her at all, so I placed my hand behind her neck and drew her in.

I wish I could impress you with the statistics of our intercourse, the size of my penis, how long I lasted, the names of all the positions we used or the number of times that we came, but it wasn't like that. Foreplay consisted of a deep gaze into each other's eyes while we slowly undressed each other. Our hands blindly explored each other's bodies while our eyes read the expressions on our faces.

There was a deep desire in her eyes that I'd seen before. It was the look of hungry children in charity ads and desperate soldiers in POW camps. Her need was obvious. She thought, or maybe hoped, I could fill that need.

My cock surged at her stare and surged again to her touch at my face, at my back and at my groin. She didn't hesitate to guide me into her waiting, wet pussy. All the while her eyes never broke from mine.

She lay beneath me as I slowly slid my cock into her. She insisted on having the lights on, and she watched my face the whole time. I gradually upped the frequency of my cock's transits, savoring each for its unique role in exciting her. She came with the scream of a banshee after no more than five minutes then said, "Oh god, that was fantastic," and then she rolled me over and rained kisses down upon me. At the time I thought she was exaggerating, but in hindsight I think she was as aroused as I was. I'd never heard her scream with anyone else, but for us it soon became routine. 

For the next month or so we had sex three or four times a day. Always with the lights on. Always with eye contact throughout. Always with a scream of satisfaction at the finish.

One lazy Sunday morning, not long after I started sleeping nightly in her bed, I noticed a small framed picture on her nightstand. It was a black and white picture of a young man holding a baby. Except for the clothes and haircut, he could have been me.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"That's my dad holding me."

"He looks just like me."

"I know, right? Can you see the sadness in his eyes?"

"Yea, his lips are smiling, but his eyes, his eyes look so sad."

She softly touched my face and said, "Sometimes you look just like that."




All In



As the weeks passed our sexual activity dropped to once a night and then to four or five times a week. I really didn't mind that, but I worried about the reduced intensity. One night after sex I said, "I don't think you've come in the last month."

I had hoped she'd reply with some rational explanation and the promise that things would soon get better. Instead, she stared up at the cracks in the ceiling.

I rolled onto my side with my head up, resting on my palm supported by my arm. "Is everything all right?"

"I don't know."

I didn't like the sound of that, "How do we find out?"

"You knew the game when you started sleeping with me. Pretty soon we're going to find out if you really want to play."

"Try me, we'll find out."

"I'm afraid to find out."

I didn't quite know how this was going to play out, but I said, "It will be all right, I promise."

She gave me a sweet kiss and held me close.

A few weeks after that I came home to find her getting dolled up. "Are we going out?"

"Oh, did I forget to tell you? I've got a date tonight."

"What do you mean a date?"

"I met a nice guy at work yesterday. He's taking me to dinner, a movie and who knows what after that. Maybe you'll get to hear the mattress beat against the wall if you're a good boy."

"Are you serious?"

"Maybe you could make us breakfast in the morning. If you're working, we could meet you at the diner. I could introduce you. His name's Brad. He's very nice, I think you'll like him."

"You can't be serious." As much as I thought I was ready for anything she might throw at me, I wasn't ready for this.

"Oh, silly, you know, it's like I told you. Now that you're my wuss, I need to see that pain in your eyes." She gently stroked the side of my face as she said it. "It makes me so hot."

"Fuck that. If you go out on a date you won't see these sad eyes again. Oh, maybe you'll see them one last time from the street as I'm throwing your shit out the window."

"Don't be like that. You know I need to hurt you."

At about this point my hands were shaking and the words were coming out with more venom than I care to repeat. I called her a cunt, a whore and a slut. I called her skanky, selfish and a bitch. I busted a couple of worthless knickknacks and slammed some doors. I'm sure the neighbors got an earful.

Looking back I marvel at how she manipulated me. She'd put me on edge and then evoked painful images from the past. I could almost hear the mattress thumping against the wall, and I actually felt the humiliation and envy of listening to her being fucked in the next room. I was in as much pain as if she had actually gone out on her date. 

And then the conversation turned on a dime. "Oh silly, if it means that much to you, I'll stay home." Like any great force of nature, Trudy's actions were balanced by reactions. The deep emotional cuts were offset by the high that she derived from the situation, and it all pivoted on the pain she saw in my eyes.

"Let's see it," she said as she grabbed the crotch of my pants and pinned my shoulder to the kitchen wall with her other hand. 

I knew what she wanted, but instead of cooperating I pulled her head in by the nape of her neck and drew her cheek to mine while I gnawed seductively at her neck.

"Oh, no you don't. I want to see it." She pulled her head away and tried to look at my face.

She wanted to see the pain in my eyes, but I wanted her to fight for it. I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her up and carried her to the bed. We flopped down together, with my weight holding her down. She screamed "Stop it! I want to see it!" as she writhed beneath me, desperately trying to separate her cheek from mine. Her nails clawed at my back and her legs flailed wildly as she struggled to get away.

Any physical prowess that she exercised was only by my concession. I wanted her struggle, so I ceded a little strength to her. After a short struggle, I collected her wrists in my hands, pinned her hands at her shoulders and lifted myself up, exposing my face to her view. The rise of elation in her face was all I needed to see. Her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed. I knew that her pussy was flooded. There was nothing known to man that could have aroused her as much.

"You had better fuck me."

"All in due time."

"No, no, no. Please don't make me wait." Her hand slipped from mine and deftly stroked my cock. 

It was impossible for me to conceal my arousal, but that didn't mean I was a slave to my cock or to her touch. I broke her lock on my eyes to suck on her beautiful breasts.

"Please look at me," she pleaded in vain. After a few moments of pressing her case, she yielded and rested her hands on my head. She held me close, while she patiently waited for me to satisfy my thirst.

Her heart jumped when my eyes finally engaged hers. "Please," she started, then held herself in check, muting her reaction in fear of a further delay. She smiled as I took off her panties and slid off my pants. 

I felt her body tremble beneath me as my cock effortlessly slid into her. In a handful of thrusts she was at the threshold of orgasm. I stopped moving.

"Oh, fuck. Please don't stop." She countered my lack of motion by accentuating thrusts of her own.

I let her thrust away for a moment, then I began to slowly slide my cock in and out. I brought my cock all the way out, so that I slowly passed the full extent of her vagina. I watched the intensity build on her face and then finished her off with the flourish. Once again, she let out a loud cry of satisfaction, which brought me to climax deep inside of her.

"Well, was it worth it? Was the ecstasy worth the pain?" she asked.

"In hindsight, I guess so."

"Do you think it would have been worth it if I'd actually gone on the date?" She held my cock in her hand, softly stroking it to encourage me to give the answer she needed to hear.

"Do you really need to hurt me that badly?"

"Not yet, but soon I will."

"Why can't we keep faking it?"

"Haven't you noticed? It's like heroin. The time between fixes is shorter and shorter. Every dose has to be higher. One night we can get by with talking about it. A week later I'll need to dress up, pretty soon I'll need you to catch me in bed."

"I don't think I could handle that."

She rolled away from me in the bed, "Yea, I know."

I felt like I was failing her, but I knew that it was much more complicated than that. The person she cheated with could be anyone, but the pain had to be mine. We both knew she was asking for a lot from me and we both knew that I wasn't ready.

Soon after that Trudy's mom was released from jail. Neither of us wanted her around, but the alternatives were nil, and Trudy felt obliged to put her up. I moved my personal stuff out of my room and completed my transition to Trudy's bed.

She stood close behind me as I arranged the last of my possessions on the dresser. She said, "We're no longer just roommates," as her hand followed the form of my ass.

It was a commitment that I hadn't intended to make. I knew that it was significant, and it seemed right at the time, but it wasn't something I'd planned on. I turned and kissed her, "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked.

She ground her pelvis against mine, "We've been on the path to this moment for a long time."

Her words carried weighty implications about our future, but I chose to ignore them. Even though I knew that Trudy would eventually ask me to carry a heavy burden, I was letting my life proceed without consciously choosing a path. I don't know if I was afraid to face the inevitable, or if I'd already made up my mind to accept whatever came, but my fate was sealed. 

I changed the subject, "Now it's your mother's turn to listen to the sexy rhythm of the mattress against the wall."

Trudy laughed, "Payback is a bitch, isn't it?" as she pulled me down on top of her.

Her mother had aged ten years during her short incarceration. Heavy lines were set in her face, she'd lost a couple of teeth and the smoke of too many cigarettes had settled deep in her voice. She didn't have much stuff, so she just took over in my room where I'd left off.

She was more abrasive than I remembered, so I avoided her as much as possible and made sure to thump the mattress against the wall as often and hard as I could. But the folly of my plans for revenge was proven the first time she brought a guy home from a bar. They were loud, foul and obnoxious. They slammed my mattress against the wall with a vengeance. They left mess in the kitchen a trail of vomit down the hall and into the bathroom. 

After a couple of weeks she took Trudy's absence as an opportunity to give me shit. "I told you to stay away from my daughter. She's way too good for you. You're too much of a wuss and you know it."

I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her against the wall.

She snarled at me, "Go ahead, beat up the defenseless old woman. Getting rid of you is going to be easier than I thought."

"You're moving out." I said in a low and serious voice.

She cackled, "Fuck that. My daughter says I can live here, so I'm staying."

"No, you're not. The next time you get blackout drunk I'm going to drive you to the smallest motel in the smallest town in the most distant hell hole I can find and I'll check you in for one night. You'll have the clothes on your back, your winning personality and your good looks to get you by."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

When Trudy got home her mother tried to play us against one another, but Trudy would have none of it. She asked me, "Which motel where you thinking? I'll want to make sure to block calls from that number." Not long after that her mother hooked up with some lifer at the factory and moved out.

*****

Trudy told me that she was pregnant over dinner. I don't know whether she got pregnant on purpose or it was truly an accident, but I wasn't as responsible as I should have been, so I really couldn't blame her. She offered to get an abortion, but said that she would rather get married. I might have felt trapped if abortion wasn't such an easy option, so rather than forcing us to get married, the pregnancy really just accelerated the question.

"I don't want an open marriage and I don't want to be a cuckold."

She nodded to indicate that she understood me, but said, "I can't promise that I won't hurt you."

"What does that mean?"

"I think you know what it means. We don't live in a Disney movie, where everything is happy for ever after. We live in the real world, where people fall in and out of love and have their hearts broken."

"Yea, but shouldn't we at least start out believing we live in a Disney movie?"

"I don't think so. If we keep our expectations in check maybe we can be happy."

I shook my head, "So, you want me to marry you knowing that you are going to hurt me. No, that's too mild, knowing that you are going to fuck other guys. That's it isn't it? You know what you're going to do, and you want me to bless it."

"I want to you to marry me with your eyes wide open. You should see that I love you and that I want to be with you. You should see that I want us both to be happy, and you should accept me for who I am." She gently stroked my face as she concluded. "You've always been special to me, and I don't want to lose you, and I need you to do this for me."

"I don't think I'll ever be ready for you to cheat on me."

"It's not cheating. It's between you and me, but it involves another person."

"It sounds okay when you say it like that, but it won't appear that way when it's actually happening."

"I'm sorry that you see it like that, but it's all I'll ever have to offer you. If you can't accept it then we should quit wasting each other's time."

"So that's it? We're done?."

"Well, not yet. You've got a couple weeks to make up your mind."

At first I was upset. I didn't want to lose Trudy and I didn't want to lose my self-respect either. I wanted to find a way to have both. She seemed to believe that all I had to do was accept a role as her cuckold and we would all be happy, but I didn't see how that could work. The thought of her lying under some faceless sweaty stranger, who was rutting her with his shaft while I sat in the next room minding the baby formed a void in the pit of my stomach and was as far from happiness as I could imagine.

She'd told me that she needed to inflict pain, but I didn't really understand what that meant. Was it enough for her to fuck someone while I watched, or would her high require more and more as time went on? The more I thought about it, the less I liked the idea.

"Have you made up your mind?" she asked, one night as we lay in bed.

Instead of answering directly, I played for more time. "What would it be like if I stayed?"

"It would be a lot like it is now."

"No, I mean what would you do that you're not doing now."

"I thought we talked about this. I would do things with other men that would hurt you, emotionally."

"Walk me through it."

"Well, maybe we would go to a bar. You would sit in a table at the back while I picked someone up. You know, something like that."

"I want you to talk me all the way through it. Start with what happens before we get to the bar."

I could see her confidence ebb ever so slightly. "I suppose you would get two adjacent rooms in a motel. Maybe we'd have a few drinks and talk about what we're going to do before we go out. We'd talk about what kind of guy we were looking for, I'd tell you where I wanted you to sit and stuff like that."

"When it got late enough, we'd walk over to the bar. We'd go in separately, so that no one would think I was with you. You'd sit in the shadows at the back, and I would go to the bar and get a guy to buy me a drink. Maybe we'd dance a little bit, then we'd sit not too far from you so that you could watch him touch me. I'd never look at you, but I would know that you were looking at us. I'd be as sensual as possible. I would stroke his face, feel his arms and slide my hand up his legs. 

"Of course we'd kiss. At first they'd be short friendly kisses, but soon they would be long and lustful, with his tongue deep in my mouth. I would make sure that you could see all of it happen while you sat alone in the shadows. Your gaze would make each kiss meaningful."

"We'd close the bar, then I'd take him up to my room, and you would go up to your room. Of course, you would listen to our sex. Once he'd shot his wad I would creep into your room and softly stroke your cock while I told you about what had just happened." 

She stroked my cock as she continued, "I would tell you how wonderful it was, and how happy I am to have a cuckold who lets me fuck anyone I want. Just as your cock is ready to blow I would softly kiss your lips and gaze deeply into the pain in your eyes."

"Would you make him wear a condom?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

"Maybe the first time and the second time, but soon you would need to up the intensity. You'd need a bit more thrill, a bit more pain in my eyes. You'd quit using a condom, and you'd make sure that I knew it. You'd dip your finger into the pool of his come between your legs and feed it to me by the tip of your finger. You would place a drop at a time in my mouth and with each drop you would tell me how great he was, how big his cock was and how long he lasted. You'd do it just to see how miserable it made me. And then there'd be a next time and a time after that. Soon you'd be gone for days at a time, with me stuck at home raising someone else's kids."

"No, I would never do that."

"Oh, really? Then tell me, when does it stop? When would you have you seen enough pain?"

She wasn't ready for the question. I could see her mind reeling, searching for an answer. Of course, there was no answer. Her addiction would consume her, and it would consume me if I let it.

She put her hand up to my face with her fingers gently resting on my cheek and said, "You're going to leave me aren't you?" 

I didn't need to answer. I don't think she had considered the possibility until that instant.

She silently considered her options, but all she could think to say was, "Please don't leave me."

"It was you that said we should quit wasting each other's time."

"Yes, but I also said that you are special to me."

We laid in bed quietly for a several minutes before she said, "You're my only chance. Please stay."

All she did was beg me to stay, but, in that, I felt I'd scored a major victory. I'd convinced her that her needs were insatiable and that their pursuit assured the destruction of our relationship.

I probably don't need to tell you that I stayed. Josh and Xander served as our witnesses. We celebrated our modest honeymoon with a nice dinner, an expensive bottle of wine and a night at the nicest hotel in the city. 

In the morning she had her leg draped over mine while she played with the features of my face. Mid-morning sunlight beamed through the sheer drapes to illuminate her beautiful face. She said, "We didn't say 'obey'."

"Did you want to say obey?"

Her hand had migrated to my erect cock. She lightly stroked it as we spoke. "No, but I wanted to hear you say it." 

I laughed, "Don't you get enough from me?"

She swung her leg across my body and guided her wet vagina down my throbbing cock. I could see the ecstasy on her face each time her hips descended. After a dozen strokes she slowed to a very deliberate slide as the first orgasm washed over her. Her shoulders shuddered and her head dipped. She let out a deep sigh and then her eyes returned to mine.

I gazed up at her spectacular tits, her beautiful smile and lusty eyes. She said, "It doesn't matter how much you give me. I will always want more."

There was no escaping the truth in her words. I felt the muscles in her vagina pull tight around my cock. It felt like she would draw me, cock first, into her gaping cunt. The thought of losing myself inside of her thrilled me. 

I said, "Tell me that you are mine forever."

She leaned so that her lips were close to my ear, "I have always been yours forever."

Her words were intoxicating. Warmth washed over me as I plunged my cock deep into her. "Say the you will never leave me."

Her lips repeated, "I will never leave you."

"Say that you will never hurt me."

Her motion hitched on my cock. Her face froze over mine as she studied my eyes. Eventually she said, "You know I can't promise that."

"But we're married now." Didn't she understand the destruction that would follow her unbridled hunger? Had she forgotten about my big victory, or had I misread her response?

"I'm still me. Nothing's ever going to change that." She could see the disappointment in my face and tried to recover our mood by gliding down my cock yet again, this time with a bit of aggression.

I let her bring my mood back into the honeymoon moment. I wished I'd never brought it up, but at the same time I clung to the hope that she would transform into a kinder, gentler version of herself. A warm rush began to build as my cock racked up more transits through her hot wetness. She pulled tightly at the flesh on my back, bringing the intensity that only pain can bring to sex. My orgasm soon followed.

*******

In the months before the baby was born I took a new job as the assistant manager at the major family restaurant in town. It was the restaurant where business happened over lunch, where the civic groups had their monthly meetings, and where the politicians stopped to address likely voters. My job was to make sure that none of the conversations were about the service or the food. 

Our baby girl weighed 7lbs 6ozs. She was 19.5" long, had a shock of black hair and hazel eyes. We named her Cindy. 

My mom and Hector arrived about a week after Cindy was born. Mom took to being a grandmother in a way that she was too tired to do as a mother. She sat primed, ready to leap into action whenever the baby stirred and then she would carry her through the house on her hip swinging from side to side and she sang lullabies.




All In



"Where did you get this picture?" She asked as she emerged from our bedroom with Cindy swinging from her hip.

I looked over her shoulder, "Oh, that's Trudy and her dad."

"This is your father?" she asked Trudy.

Trudy shot me an uncertain glance, "Yea, why?"

"I met him once, a long time ago." She thought for several minutes, then she continued. "We were at a bar. He was having a hard time and wanted to talk. I was alone, and he was buying the drinks, so I listened. He told me about how his wife would do things just to hurt him; that she liked to see the sadness in his eyes." 

Her story sounded all too familiar. Trudy and I both absentmindedly found chairs and sat down.

My mother continued, "I saw his wedding band when he asked me to dance, but he seemed like a decent guy. Besides, it was only a dance. You know how that is."

Mom's eyes engaged the baby's and she toyed with her for a few moments before she continued. "He said that his wife was out on the town, cheating on him, and that he didn't want to be alone. Sadness oozed from him, and underneath the sadness was a desperation to salvage a small fragment of self respect. I should have left him there in his misery, but I felt sorry for him. I held him close and told him everything was going to be all right."

She looked me in the eye and said, "I only slept with him that one time, but it was enough." She then looked at Trudy and said, "I'm sorry sweetheart."

Trudy looked at me and said, "What does that mean?"

My mother answered for me, "It means you two can't be married."

"No. No, it can't mean that. We didn't know. How could we know?"

"It doesn't matter if you knew. You're brother and sister. You can't be married."

"You don't know that for sure. That's only one picture, and it isn't even a very good picture." Trudy's voice was shrill. "Maybe he's not my real father; you said she was cheating on him." 

My mom sat and calmly waited. There was no need for a hasty resolution. We already had an incestuous child; how much worse could it get? 

But Trudy was visibly distraught, "What's going to happen to the baby?"

That night Trudy and I lay on top of the covers as we talked. Her crystal blue eyes bore into mine. "Are you going to leave me?" she asked.

"I don't know what good it would do. We're married, and we have a kid. We've already done all the stuff a brother and sister aren't supposed to do." That seemed to calm her down. In the morning we talked it over again with my mother. It was her story, not the picture, that convinced me of the truth. But the more I thought about it the less I thought leaving Trudy was the right thing to do. In the end we all agreed that I should get fixed and that we should never mention our common father again.

Trudy appeared to bounce right back into her routine. She always had a smile for me and invariably greeted me with a hug and a kiss. 

As cheerful as she was, the revelation weighed heavily on me. I felt like I was engaged in a losing battle, and that my marriage was destined to fail. I hadn't completely come to terms with the fact that I'd married a woman who wanted to cuckold me, and now I felt like was fighting the very laws of nature and incest. I worried that someday it would all catch up with me, and that I would lose everything. I imagined myself following in our father's footsteps. In five or ten years I would be cruising bars, looking for any woman who could soothe my broken heart. 

The routine of my job at the restaurant distracted me from my thoughts. It gave me unambiguous goals that I could easily meet with a little hard work and a bit of quick thinking. I received lots of positive feedback from both my employer and my customers and a solid boost to my self esteem. I'd come to enjoy the second Friday of the month when I mingled with the civic leaders. I got to know just about every businessman in town, and they treated me with respect. I didn't even have to ask for discounts that I received at the dentist, the hardware store or the Chevy dealership.

*****

Dinner had been late and I'd only just gotten the baby down. Trudy had done the dishes and had put out a plate of exotic cheeses for us to sample while we enjoyed a bottle of wine. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"About what?"

"Whatever is bothering you. You've been distant since your mother left."

I put a piece of cheese in my mouth to give myself time to think. I wanted to talk, but I didn't have my thoughts straight. I suppose that was part of the problem. "This isn't the way I thought my life would be."

"What, you didn't think you'd end up marrying the sister you never knew you had?"

I had to laugh. The way she said it made it sound like such an absurd problem. "Yea, that's part of it."

"And maybe you're too much of a prude to be a happy cuckold?"

"Yea, that's another part."

"How many parts are there?"

"I don't want to lose either of my girls, and I don't want to lose myself."

"Is that it."

"I think that's most of it. I just want to be happy."

"I can tell you the secret to a happy marriage. Would you like to know it?" She took my wine glass and put it next to hers on the coffee table. Then she sat on top of me, straddling my hips between her legs.

I grinned and said, "Please share this pearl of wisdom."

She touched my forehead with her fingertip and said with a very serious expression, "You have to be all in. You can't hold back at all."

I was startled. I'd expected her to be silly, not profound. Even though I'd agreed to stay, I had been holding back. In fact I'd been holding back since she couldn't say she wouldn't hurt me on our honeymoon.

She kissed me on the lips lightly, once again with passion, and finally deeply. She polished off the kiss then held my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. "I'm all in, do you understand?"

"I believe you."

"You can't be afraid to get hurt, do you understand that?"

She was right. The odds were against us. Our only chance at happiness was for both of us to be all in. If I wasn't willing to be all in, we should call it quits.

I looked up into her blue eyes as I guided an errant lock of hair off of her face. I stretched my neck up to place my lips against hers, softly parting them ever so slightly, gently grasping at each of her lips in turn and then pulling firmly.

She detached her lips from mine and said, "Can you say it? Can you say that you are all in?" She began to slowly unbutton my shirt.

My hands wandered unintentionally upon her legs and torso. "I think so, but before I do I want you to promise me something. I want you to promise that you won't cuckold me before I'm ready."

A smile broke upon her face and her right hand broke for my cock. She stroked it gently a few times, then slipped her hand into my pants and grabbed it firmly. She asked, "Why?"

I wanted to finish our conversation before it transformed completely into foreplay. "Because it's going to hard for me, and I don't want to fail."

She looked into my eyes as she stroked my cock, "Tell me how It will make you feel."

"I'll say the words you want to hear if you'll promise to wait until I'm ready."

She stood up and pulled down her panties. She pulled my pants down to my ankles. She straddled my hips again, this time with my hard cock pressed against her pussy. I could feel her wetness waiting to be sounded. "I will wait until you're ready before I make you my cuckold. Now tell me what I want to hear."

I reached up and slid her dress over her head and unhooked her bra. I kissed both of her beautiful tits, then took the nipples into my mouth, one at a time. "I am your wuss. I was your wuss when I was eleven, I am your wuss now and I will be your wuss when you cuckold me."

As if by magic her cunt sucked in my cock. I could feel her body shudder on top of me, and it was all I could do to keep myself from coming.

Her finger lifted up my chin so that she could see my eyes. Her hips slid her hot wetness up and down my shaft as she studied me. I could tell that she found what she was looking for. I told her that I was all in, then I watched the ecstasy wash over her. 

Looking back, I wonder how she knew that I would ever be ready. As it was, years passed where the closest she got to inflicting pain was the odd dinner with a customer from work, an occasional dance with a guy at a bar, or a stolen kiss from stranger on New Year's Eve. Of course, I had to witness each act and afterwards we would have sex. In the beginning there was a chance that there would be enough pain in my eyes to elicit an orgasmic response, but as the years accumulated I became too secure in our relationship. She was all in, and I knew it. 

The years flew by. Cindy performed in school plays, played in soccer games and rode horses. I went to all those activities. I was there to celebrate her victories and commiserate in her defeats. We all knew that she was her daddy's girl. I let her have anything she wanted. Trudy was left enforcing the rules. 

She graduated from kindergarten, the sixth grade, eighth grade and high school. She transformed from a little girl into a beautiful young woman. In late August she left us for college.

"Do you think Cindy will want to see the pain in her boyfriend's eyes?" Trudy asked as we lie in bed after leaving Cindy at college.

I'd wondered the same thing many times over the years. I said, "I hope not, but I'm afraid the odds are pretty good that she will."

There was a comfortable quiet between us as we thought about our daughter. My thoughts strayed to my wife, "Speaking of pain, when was the last time you had an orgasm?"

She started to answer, but I interrupted her. "A real orgasm, where you cried out and felt fully satisfied when it passed."

"It's been a while. You were there; you should remember."

All I could remember was that many years had passed without an orgasm, and it bothered me. One of my basic functions as a husband was to please my wife, but I hadn't the stomach to do what needed to be done. 

Those of you who have reached mid-life understand how one begins to question the choices they've made. Responsible men wonder if they should have taken more risks. Businessmen wonder if they should have spent more time with their families. Philanderers wonder if they ruined their chance for love. Monogamists wonder if they settled down too soon.

I wondered if I was being selfish. My wife had turned into an elegant and beautiful middle-aged woman. Her skin was still supple and her eyes still glistened, and there was now a wisdom in her manner that made her even more alluring than she was in her youth. She never failed to turn me on, and never denied my sexual advances. But without the pain in my eyes, she had gone years without a real orgasm. She deserved better. I wondered if we both would have been happier if I had let her put the pain in my eyes.

A couple of weeks later I took her to the fancy French restaurant in the city. After a lovely meal we took a walk through the park. The evening was warm and the late summer sun left us illuminated by an orange sky. When we reached the overlook I dropped down on one knee and presented her with a beautiful solitaire diamond ring. It was much nicer than the small engagement ring that had stretched my budget as a young man.

"Before you put it on, read the inscription."

She laughed and said, "Sorry sweetie, not in this light."

I smiled, "It says 'All In'."

She slipped it onto her finger then complimented it's beauty, my taste and told me how happy she was. After turning it in the light and inspecting the stone from every angle she gave me a big hug and a passionate kiss, and then asked, "What's the occasion?"

I said, "I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you to orgasm. With me. Like we used to do."

She held me by the shoulders and looked deep into my eyes and asked me, "Have you thought this through? I want to do it, but I don't want to risk losing you."

"I've thought it through enough to buy a ring and bring you here, haven't I?"

She studied my face a while longer then said, "I knew you wouldn't let me down." 

The kiss that followed made me feel young again. It was full of passion and hope for the future. We were exploring new terrain again. I knew I was in for a bumpy ride, but I was ready. I held her tightly as our kiss intensified. I wanted to take her right there in the park, with the beautiful orange glow of the sunset lighting her high cheekbones and crystal blue eyes. I pressed her close and felt her firm breast yield to the pressure of our embrace. 

She touched my cheek with her fingertip while she inspected my eyes. She smiled and said, "It's already started."

Fifteen years ago what she saw in my eyes would have been enough to initiate torrid sex that would have made her howl in ecstasy and then beg for more. But now it was only a teaser. We had both become too jaded to the titillation of the false start. The pain in my eyes wasn't as intense as it once was, and her threshold had become elevated. We needed the real thing.

Trudy had a plan, and she wanted everything to be perfect. So she took her time in organizing the encounter. Weeks passed while she drew her plan together. She found a hotel with rooms connected by adjoining interior doors that would let her discreetly slip back and forth. She identified a specific bar that had the clientele she was interested in. She picked a Thursday night so that our activities wouldn't interfere with our weekend plans, and she bought a new dress for playing the role of the hot wife.

"What do you think?" she asked as she modeled the dress for me. It was a revealing red dress with an arrangement of straps across the breasts that gave it a bondage look without being overtly BDSM. It made her look super hot. There was no doubt that every guy in any bar she visited would notice her.

"Wow, you look fantastic," I said as I stood close to feel her ass through the dress's fabric.

She pushed her finger into my sternum. "Not so fast, hotshot. This is for the stud I find on Thursday night." 

I felt a twinge of what she wanted, but it was not intense enough to matter. She continued to model the dress, while I stood back and anticipated the sensual pleasure that would be mine once the pain we needed was in my eyes.

On Thursday afternoon we drove to the hotel that she had selected. I was shocked to see that that it shared a parking lot with the restaurant where I worked. "Why did you pick this place? It's a terrible choice. It's the least discreet location possible." 

She brushed my concerns aside with the proclamation, "Don't be silly. This is fine." She did such a good job of playing the hot wife that I almost forgot that in our nineteen years of marriage she had never actually followed through on her threats. Of course, this time things were different. I felt my confidence wane as we inspected the rooms.

The room was standard three-star fare. It was clean if aging. Sturdy frames held prints of blue and green watercolors on the walls. A bed, chair and small desk made up the furnishing. The carpet, drapes and bedspread matched the paintings.

"This is where I'm going to make you my cuckold," she said while studying my face. 

We'd rented hotel rooms similar to this one before. It was years ago, when the false start still brought pain to my eyes and led to sizzling sex afterwards. 

"Say it for me," she said. 

Even though it was for real this time, we'd used the illusion of reality so many times that diminished the impact. I tried to bring the reality home by pondering what kind of man would join her in the bed. Would it be a young stallion with lots of youthful energy, or an experienced stud with lots of stamina? Maybe she would get one of those guys on Craigslist that advertise the size of their cock, or maybe an established businessman, who could afford to wine and dine her. It occurred to me that she might pick one of the civic leaders, who I would see every month. He would look down on me disdainfully as a wimpy cuckold, or maybe he would tell his friends so they could have a good laugh every time I came to their table. It was all up to her, and I had no choice but to hope that she would do something wise. I looked her in the eye and said, "This is where you will make me your cuckold."

She gauged my emotional state for a moment, then showed me the back-to-back doors and my room, which was a mirror image of hers, and then instructed me on how to position the connecting door and where she wanted me sit.

After that we went home. She insisted that I help her get ready. "Get the shower ready for me."

"Did you forget how to work the shower?"

She stood with her face inches from mine. "If we're going to do this, I would like to make the most of it. Now would you please do as I ask?"

She was right. Maybe if we did it right we wouldn't have to do it again. "Of course. Would you like me to prepare you for your lover?"

"That would be nice, thank you." 

Once the shower warmed up, I took off my clothes, stepped in, lathered up my hands, and waited for her to join me. She entered, then lifted her arms so that I could wash her body.

Trudy and I had played this game many times before. I always began by sliding my soap-slick hands along the contours of her beautiful body. The years had been very kind to her. Her tits still appeared to float on her chest, unaffected by gravity's pull, and her skin was as supple as the first time I'd seen her naked, when she sat on my bed all those years ago.

I washed her arms, legs, back and stomach first, saving her tits, ass and luxurious pussy for later. She let me indulge in the feel of her breasts and ass, but when I probed her pussy she said, "That's not yours tonight." She gently stroked my erect cock and said "If you're good I may let you play with my pussy afterwards."

This game had worked like a charm the first dozen times we'd played it. I would get aroused by her tease and frustrated by her denial. When she saw enough pain to reach orgasm she would let me touch her. But, like everything else we tried, our tolerance rapidly built and dulled the excitement. Soon we had to find ways to increase the intensity.

She said, "Now shave me, please."

She was following our usual progression, so I had expected her request. I found a razor and shave cream while she leaned back onto a seat built into the wall of the shower. She spread her legs and watched me lather up her ruddy, engorged pussy. She was as aroused as I was, which made me think of the endgame in the blue and green bed of the hotel room. 

I gently touched the razor to the soft flesh surrounding her pussy and slowly dragged it across her skin. She looked down on me, thoughtfully watching me as I worked. 

"Only a wuss would prepare his wife for her lover," she said as she rested her hands on my head. "Soon you will be my cuckold." 

It was a great line, but like everything else, she'd used it before. Only the reality of the blue and green bedspread gave it life. I could feel the stirrings of pain, but I knew it wasn't enough. 

When I'd finished, she looked deep into my eyes and said, "Go ahead and admit it. Tell me that you are my wuss."

I gazed at her from my position there below her, with my rock-hard cock and my eyes looking up. She hadn't called me a wuss in years. I wondered why it had been so long as I said, "I am your wuss. I have always been your wuss. I will always be your wuss." 

In the good old days she would have run her finger down the side of my face, the way she always did when she saw what she needed in my eyes, but it wasn't enough, so she asked me to dry her off and brush her hair.

As I brushed she asked, "Do you remember how upset you were when I called you my wuss at school?"




All In



I nodded while I worked with her hair.

"When I was little my mom always called my dad a wuss. She did it so much that, even though I knew it was disparaging, I thought of it as a term of endearment. Long after he was gone she would say things like, "My wuss always treated me better than that," or "My wuss wanted me to look my best." After a long pause she continued, "She chased him away. She loved him more than anything else, but couldn't stop herself."

She continued, "You're not going to leave me are you?"

"Of course not."

That appeared to mollify her, but she continued, "We need to do this, right?" 

The evening had proven that all of our tired techniques had been exhausted and that we were out of alternatives. We needed to do it and I needed to be strong. I said, "Don't worry. Everything's going to be all right." 

She put on her makeup, while I got dressed and packed for the night. I helped her put on the hot red dress then I admired how she looked with a whistle as she slowly spun around in front of me. She stopped, put her hand on the lump in my pants and said, "Are you going to be a wuss and let another guy fuck me?"

I'd been over it a thousand times in my mind. Although I'd convinced myself that we were doing the right thing, there was no way to be sure. I was tired of second guessing myself and I wanted to get it over with. I assured her that we were good, and that if anything went wrong it was my fault.

She thoughtfully considered my words, touched the side of my face with her fingertip and said, "Thank you."

At around 11:30 she dropped me off at the hotel. As I sat there in the lonely hotel room it became obvious that this wasn't one of our games. It wasn't sexy or seductive. It was dull and lonely. I became anxious. I tried to read the book I'd brought, but I couldn't focus. I turned on the television, but it only increased my anxiety. I turned it off. I checked that I'd left the adjoining door ajar and then I checked it again. I tried to relax, but it was no use.

I ended up sitting in the chair at the desk with the reading light over the bed on. I hashed and rehashed what we were doing in my mind. I listened to the sound of the guests in the hallway. The families with children had all gone to bed. At around 2:00 the drunks started to migrate in from the closing bars. I hoped that Trudy would walk in the front door with the impish grin that let me know that I had endured enough. That somehow she knew the pain in my eyes was substantial enough to last us for years and that we could go home. 

Instead I heard her laughter outside and the opening of the door to the adjacent room. I flashed back to my bedroom in the 7th grade, to the stories that sounded so exciting, to her laugh outside my window in high school to her tears in my car. The wild thumping of the mattress in our apartment. What the fuck was I doing?

I heard her open the adjoining door on her side, and then I could hear everything that they said. He told her how hot she was and how hard he was. I heard the smacks of their kissing and the soft rumble of the bed clothes as they turned down the covers and crawled in.

I stood up to put an end to it, but as I reached for the knob I realized I was too late. He was already inside her. He grunted and grunted, then grunted some more. The mattress squeaked and grated against the box spring. It seemed like they fucked forever. I heard him groan and then it was quiet.

About fifteen minutes later Trudy came through the doors to find me in the chair. She said, "It's done. You are now my cuckold." She lifted my chin with her finger and said, "Let's see."

I felt empty and alone. I was certain the pain she needed was in my eyes.

She inspected my face, then said, "Oh, my. Are you all right?"

The impact of her tryst was more than I had expected. but I had to be strong and do what needed to be done. I said, "I'll be fine." 

She sat on the bed, holding my hand. "Should we go home?"

"No, not after that. We're going to finish this. We're going to do it right and then never do it again."

She gave me a hug and then went back into her room. We secured the adjoining doors and then I tried to get some sleep.

Somehow I miscalculated and didn't realize that the next day was civic Friday. I was a few minutes late even though I only had to walk across the parking lot.

"Are you okay?" asked one of the girls.

"I didn't sleep very well."

My staff knew what they were doing, and they really didn't need me. They served food like a well oiled machine while I mingled with the masters of small-town commerce and carried on as I usually did. Everything was running smoothly until one of my waitresses asked, "Is that your wife?"

I looked over to see Trudy in her red-hot dress flipping her hair and laughing. It was the laugh she used to get my attention. She was seated at a booth near the entrance. Sitting across from her was a guy from the factory. His face was familiar. It was Bill Kiest.

In a lapse of self control I leaned against the counter and tipped over a large tray of coffee cups, which shattered on the floor. Everyone in the restaurant looked to see me fixated on Trudy and Bill. They all followed my stare, then simultaneously wondered, "Who's that with his wife and why is she dressed like a hooker at 8:30 in the morning?"

Trudy scanned the room full of attention focused on her, then looked at me and smiled.

As prepared as I thought I was, I wasn't ready for this. Now everyone I worked with and almost all of my customers knew what had happened, and soon the whole town would know. I didn't know what to say and I couldn't think. I must have been in some form of shock.

The waitress got one of the busboys to give me a ride home while she cleaned up the mess. Trudy arrived home soon after.

"BILL KIEST? YOU FUCKED BILL KIEST?" 

She was impassive. She didn't protest, but she didn't yield either.

I picked up a bowl and threw it as hard as I could. It shattered after leaving a hole in the drywall. "FUUUUUCK," I shouted. After pacing around the house unable to collect my thoughts I said, "I have to leave." I grabbed a suitcase and went upstairs to pack.

Trudy followed me, "You promised me that you wouldn't leave."

"What promised? You fucking fucked Bill Kiest, the guy that dragged me through the mud, and made the seventh grade hell. I can't leave? Watch me not leave." 

"You said you were all in. What does that mean to you? All in only when it works for you? We agreed to do this. We agreed that we needed this. You said you were ready. You can't leave. It's not fair."

I exhaled deeply and sat on the edge of the bed. "Don't you see that I have to leave? Everybody in town knows what happened. No one will respect me if I stay."

"Look at me." Trudy commanded. "Are you really going to leave before we have sex?"

"How can you think about sex?"

"Because that's what this is all about. I need you. I need that look in your eyes. I haven't seen it in years, and I need you to do what only you can do to me."

"We are SO not having sex. I couldn't get hard right now if my life depended on it." I thoughtlessly threw some clothes in the suitcase and said, "I know I promised not to leave you, but I need some space right now. I'm going to go away for a few days and then we can talk."

"When?"

"Now."

"No, when will we talk?"

"I don't know, maybe in a couple of weeks, maybe more. Right now I don't want to be near you."

"That's not going to work, Thanksgiving is this coming Thursday. Let's talk on our way to pick up Cindy at the airport."

Oh crap, how were we going to explain this to Cindy? She'd probably already heard about it from her friends on Facebook. I took a fresh start at packing, taking enough to last a week. I grabbed my coat and headed outside. I heard Trudy's cell phone ring as I closed the door.

The next week at work was brutal. Everybody had advice for me. Customers, waitresses and even the busboys had something to say. Some recommended the divorce lawyer that saved a relative a bunch of money. Others recommended a counselor that saved the marriage of a dear friend. I politely nodded, then draw the conversation to a close by asking for the phone number so that they could end their pitch.

I could handle the advice, but the pity that was unbearable. I was still a man and I wanted to be treated like a man, but when people pitied me I felt like the cuckold that they thought I was. Every sad glance from a passerby and every solemn customer reminded me of what Trudy had done. There was no escaping it.

On Wednesday afternoon I picked up Trudy at home. She gave me a hug and a soft kiss on the lips before following me to the car. We politely conversed as we made our way to the highway. Eventually she said, "Everybody hates me."

It struck me as funny until I realized she was being serious. "I got fired on Monday. They said I brought ill-fame to the company. Not just the store, the whole damned company. I swear half the people cheered as they walked me out the door."

"That's harsh."

"Yea, and then I went to the diner where you used to work and the waitress wouldn't serve me."

We drove in silence for a while, then she said, "I'd apologize for hurting you, except that was the whole point. I'd do it again if I had to."

"I understand that, but why Bill Kiest, and why did you have to parade him in front of me and everyone I know?"

"Because he was your tormentor and you will never be jaded to him. I tapped into that pain to make it linger in your eyes for as long as possible. He was perfect for that."

"Did you ever think that you'd gone too far? That I wouldn't be able to handle it?"

"I think you'll be just fine. You'll come back to me."

Her confidence was galling, but I was afraid she was right. At the same time there was an injustice that needed to be set right, and I needed to tackle it.

We met Cindy at baggage claim. She looked liked she'd matured by five years in the few months she'd been at college. She was no longer pert girl that we had raised. She was now a beautiful woman. She ran across the room and gave me that big spin of a hug that daughters give their fathers once they've moved out. She greeted her mother with that fake cheek-to-cheek kiss that politely expressed loathing.

Once the car door was securely shut Cindy let loose on her mother, "What the hell did you do mom?"

"Honey, I hope you never understand."

"Oh I think I understand. Is he rich, or does he have a nine inch dick? Did you think about dad at all or was it just about you?"

Trudy wore that impassive look that meant she knew better than to engage her enraged daughter.

"Are you guys splitting up?"

I said, "Well, I'm not sleeping at the house, if that's what you mean."

"Shit mom, you don't even have the decency to move out?"

"I don't want to split up, sweetheart. I want your father to come back."

"Then why did you do it?" 

There was a short silence, then Cindy continued, "Was it worth it?"

"If your father comes back to me, then it was worth it."

"That is so fucked up. You expect him to just eat humble pie and come back?"

Trudy shook her head and said, "It's not like that."

I dropped them off at the house and then went back to my hotel. I was dealing with so many conflicting emotions that it was nice to have a space away from Trudy to decompress and to think rationally, but after a week I was beginning to miss her company.

We got together again the next day for Thanksgiving. My job was the turkey. Once the bird was in the oven I took a cup of coffee out on the deck and enjoyed the beautiful November day. The sky was clear and I could see all the way across the valley.

Cindy came through the sliding glass door to join me, "Are you okay?"

I gave her a hug and said, "Yea, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me, sweetie."

We stood there in embrace for a few moments, then she said, "I don't understand why you put up with it."

"I hope you never do."

She took a step back and looked up at me, "That's what mom said. What's going on?"

I looked at my beautiful girl. Her eyes were the same color as her mother's, but her overall coloring was a bit lighter. Her hair was silky smooth and she smelled like a spring day in a field of wildflowers. She was still full of unrealized potential and unburdened by commitments and regrets. At this age Trudy and I were both already dealing with a mountain of problems.

She ran her finger down my cheek the way her mother did when she saw the pain in my eyes, studying my face as she did. "Are you sure you're all right?"

We stood there holding hands for a few moments, then she said, "I have to go," and abruptly left.

The conversation at dinner was polite if uncomfortable. I thought Cindy might press for the understanding that Trudy and I had both hoped she would never have, but she didn't. Instead it seemed like she was having a hard time not looking at me. I caught her staring time and again. 

Even Trudy noticed. "Is there something wrong with your father's face?"

"No, no, it's just that I haven't seen you two in a while." 

The day after Thanksgiving Trudy and Cindy went off to battle the Black Friday crowds. While they were out, I dropped by the house to grab some clean clothes and do some chores that had been neglected. I answered a knock at the door to find Bill Kiest on the doorstep. He was wearing a dress shirt and slacks that might have fit well a few years ago. He'd made a halfhearted attempt to shave and mat down his unruly hair.

"Where's Trudy?" he asked, then pushed past me into the house.

I let him take a few steps into the house then said, "Follow me." as I lead the way into the kitchen. 

As he came around the corner I cold-cocked him in the nose. I'd hated Kiest since the seventh grade, and the pain of the bones breaking in my hand was cathartic. I couldn't blame him for what he and Trudy had done, but he owned this visit to my house.

He took a dazed step back and inspected the blood on his clothes. He still had a couple of inches and at least thirty pounds on me, so I knew I needed to keep the initiative. I hit him again, this time in the throat. He retaliated, but I was ready and took only a glancing blow. My right hand was in too much pain to hit him again, so I tried with my left. He easily blocked it, then landed a blow of his own. We exchanged blows for only a few minutes before we began grappling on the blood-slick floor. There was no biting or hair pulling, so I guess you could call it a clean fight, but there were no holds barred. Exhausted and gasping for breath, I ended up sitting on the floor with my back to the oven. His back was to the refrigerator.

He spit out a mouthful of blood and said, "You think you're some shit with your hot wife and fancy house. But you're not so much. Your wife came on to me. She wanted a real man. A man who could satisfy her."

I spit out my own mouthful of blood. I wanted to say something, but nothing came to mind, and I didn't have the breath to say it even if it did.

"Do you know what she calls you? She says you're a wuss. She says she's married to a wuss. Do you think a woman like that should be married to a wuss?"

"Did she say that I was a wuss, or that I was her wuss?" 

"A wuss is a wuss, and you are a wuss."

He knew the words, but he didn't appreciate what they meant.

"Out of all the guys at the bar she chose me. She said that she remembered me from school. What do you think of that wuss? She's been thinking about me since we were in junior high!"

I struggled to recover. I desperately wanted to hit him again.

"Did you know she was cheating on you?" He read my expression and said, "You knew! You're a fucking cuckold bitch!"

He was right again. The image of me shaving her pussy for him sprang to my mind. I struggled to get up, but didn't have the strength. So I racked my brain for a verbal counter. By fucking my wife, he had me at a disadvantage, but I did the best I could by calling him a dropout and a loser.

We were there, on the kitchen floor, insulting each other when Trudy and Cindy came home. Cindy rushed to console me, while Trudy stood back and considered the situation. I'd hoped that she would tell him what a worthless piece of shit he was, but she didn't.

Instead she looked down on him and said, "Did I give you permission to come here?"

He replied with a hesitant, "No."

"Then why are you here?"

"I thought..."

She interrupted him, "Did I give you permission to think?"

Again he replied, "No."

"If I had wanted you to come here I would have told you. I know where to find you when I need you. Now go, and don't come back here again."

Despite the pain of my hands, my broken nose and my busted ribs, I fixated on the word 'when'. It implied that there would be another time and that I would have to endure this again. It was obvious to me now that I had no idea what I was getting into when I said I was ready.

I spent Saturday letting my wounds heal. Both of my hands were in casts and my nose covered with a stiff bandage. I watched TV while I tried to eavesdrop on Trudy and Cindy, who were talking at the kitchen table. They had checked me out of the hotel and moved me back into Trudy's bed. 

Cindy was obviously disillusioned by her mother's behavior. She pressed for a rational explanation or an apology or at the very least a response that she could understand. Trudy tried to explain that sometimes all of the options were compromises, and that the choices she made wouldn't make sense until Cindy had seen the world through her eyes.

Cindy said, "Explain it to me mom. I really want to know."

Trudy protested, but Cindy continued, "Please tell me, I promise I won't judge you."

Eventually Trudy relented and told of the pain that she craved in my eyes. Cindy didn't say anything and I couldn't see her reaction. 

That night in bed Trudy all but raped me. She'd been primed and ready for sex for over a week and wasn't going to take no for an answer. I really didn't want to fuck her, but in all our years of marriage she had never said no to me, so I let it happen. She started by stroking my cock while kneeling at my side. Once she got the response she wanted, she leaned over and dangled her gorgeous tit over my mouth.

I stretched to suck it in. Once I had it, I began to nibble at the nipple. All the while, she stroked my surging cock, forcing it to an erection despite the damaged state of my body. Once it was hard enough, she swung a leg across me and brought her pussy down hard upon it. 

I just laid there on the bed while she did all the work. As usual, the lights were on, and she spent the whole time looking into my eyes. I don't know if the physical pain in my body compounded the emotional pain in my eyes, but her cunt was dripping like I had never seen it. Each pass of her pussy down my shaft forced more fluid onto my balls.

She came with a loud cry that might have woken the neighbors, but I was certain that Cindy heard it. For me her orgasm was bittersweet. I was glad that she was finally satisfied, but I was certain that it wasn't worth the price. 

The next morning I woke up late and found Cindy and Trudy in the living room talking. Cindy's flight was in a couple of hours and Trudy suggested that I drive her. "It will give you two a chance to chat."

I might have protested based on the condition of my hands, but I wanted to spend some time alone with my daughter so I agreed. She drove, and for the first few minutes we sat in silence. Then she said, "Dad, if I tell you some stuff, will you promise not to judge me?"

"Of course sweetie, I'm your father. I'll always be on your side."

"And there's some stuff I really want to know. Will you please be honest with me?"

"I'll try. I promise I won't lie to you."




All In A Day At The Office



I was going to see my honey at his work. I dressed carefully, wearing my new white sheer bra. My black lace skirt and white see through top. I also added a lite black sweater, to cover the see through top. I looked very nice. My honey worked in an office, so I had to dress like I worked there. 

I arrived at his office on time. He was standing there waiting for me. We walked down to his office talking. Once reaching his office, we walked in and he locked the door behind him. I walked to his desk and waited.

My honey, Shaun walked up to me and started kissing me. I started backing up to the wall and he followed, our lips never parting. Shaun started pulling up my skirt, his fingers plunged between my fat pussy lips. A small moan escaped from my lips as he rubbed at my clit. 

My hand went for his Vedga, his cock. I started rubbing the head, wanting to feel all of it. Shaun unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Placing my fingers around the head I began stroking him. He still played with my clit. Our kissing became deeper, more heated.

My honey sat down in his chair, his dick pointing straight at me. Seeing his dick made me lose all control. I immediately went to my knees. I wrapped my lips around the head sucking him in my mouth. My tongue went to work licking the under side. I worked his thick cock in and out of my mouth. Taking him in all the way, licking down the shaft then back up under the head. 

Shaun asked me where's the camera. I stopped sucking his dick long enough to get it. Then I returned to giving him head. I sucked the length in and out of my mouth then Shaun said to me, "Look up at me."

I did just that, slurping, sucking, licking his cock and upon coming up to the head the camera went off. He had taken a picture of me with his hard, thick cock in my mouth. Just then I wrapped my lips alittle tighter, then sucking him in all the way in. I flicked my tongue along the length, then staying just under the head.

Shaun's head went back, I knew he was loving his blow job. He then said to me. "I want you to play with your pussy." I did as he asked. Spreading my legs wider I slipped two of my fingers between my fat pussy lips. I massaged my clit in the same rhythm as I sucked his big cock. 

My pussy was still very wet from when he had been playing with it. This really turned Shaun on. I had only been stroking my juicy pussy a short time, when he started mumbling that he was close to cumming. I stroked my pussy, not cumming but making it drip. 

I continued sucking and licking, taking him deep. Shaun's dick grew alittle bigger in my mouth. Sucking a bit harder and faster, he says I'm cumming. His first squirt of hot cum shot in my mouth and I swallowed. I worked his cock, sucking every drop of cum he offered. Licking off him, I pulled the head to my lips letting his cum coat my lips. Swallowing once more not wasting any.

I leaned in and rested myself on his lap. Shaun sat their looking at me and started sweating. I said something to the fact of honey, "I didn't mean to make you so hot." We both started laughing. I knew from how Shaun acted that he loved the blow job he just received. 

Just then Shaun heard a pounding on the door. He looked at me and said,"Hurry and put your clothes back on."

I did just that, but I wasn't going to fast. Finally, I was all put back together and he opened the door. Shaun came back and sat at his desk and told me it was the cleaning lady. She came around and gathered the trash and was on her way. 

The moment she walked out I let out a loud sigh. And said," That scared the shit out of me."

I sat there still alittle scared. How would he of explained why this woman was sitting in his office after hours, at one of the "Big Three?" Shaun went back and locked the door. I still felt somewhat nervous. Soon Shaun made that go away. 

He leaned in kissing me deeply, letting me know he was still horny. He pulled me into him again. His hands going to my breast, cupping them squeezing slightly. I stood in front of him, my legs on the outside of his. I lifted my blouse over my head, and bringing my tits to hang over the cups of the bra. Shaun's hands were busy bringing my nipples to full attention. 

I pulled my skirt up around my waist, turned around and bent over. Shaun smacked me across my ass checks, then rubbing them. He ran his hands down my ass crack to the slit in my lips. I bent my legs, spreading them alittle wider. His fingers slipped between my creases. Spreading my lips apart. 

Taking a few fingers rubbing my clit lightly, stroking back to my hole. Shaun's fingers plunged in my cunt. I went forward so that I was leaning on my arms, my ass alittle higher in the air. My pussy was being fingered slow but deep. 

Shaun stood behind me, slowly teasing every spot on my pussy. I could feel my wetness gush out with every thrust of his fingers. I reached around unzipping Shaun's pants. Letting lose the cock I call my own. I moved forward so that his fingers would withdrawal from my hole. 

Shaun leaned into the back of me, rubbing his big thick cock against my pussy lips. We grinded together so that his cock rubbed against my ass too. Using his thumbs, he spread me apart and slowly entered my from behind. I could feel the head enter my wet pussy hole. 

Shaun leaned into me and I pushed back on him. Feeling his big dick fill my pussy. His hands went to my hips, grabbing me as he thrust his cock in and out of my cunt. I could feel my juices coat his dick. 

He would pull all the way out and slam his cock back into me. With each thrust he was going deeper and deeper in me. Spreading and stretching my pussy out. As Shaun would grind into me I'd pump my hips back on him. Feeling him hit that spot with in me, over and over again.

My body started to stiffen up. I could no longer stand what was building in me. I leaned over a bit more, giving Shaun more access. With a few more thrust of his fat cock grinding deeper in my pussy. I manage to mumble,"I'm I'm go going to to cccc cum. 

Shaun mumbles or more like groaned something to the effect of him too. His paced quickened. You could hear flesh hitting flesh. Our breathing becoming harder and faster. I could feel my hole contract around his dick. Not wanting to let go. 

It was I who let go first, then Shaun was soon to follow. Waves of hot orgasm soaked down and around his cock. He shot hot long burst of cum deep into my pussy. His cock pumped in and out of my hole till he was finished. And I as well. 

Not moving for some time. Staying the way we were, feeling our juices mix together. When Shaun did withdrawal from me, wetness flowed out and down the insides of my legs. I didn't bother to wash up afterwards, he didn't want me too. 

We gathered ourselves back together. And when ready, walked out of the office together. I could feel my wet slippery lips rubbing together as I walked. Upon arriving at my car Shaun leaned in kissing me deeply. Once again stirring feelings from below. It was time for him to leave. Walking away he kept watching me. So, I decided to give him something to watch. 

Reaching down I placed two fingers inside my pussy. Pulling them out, covered in both of our cum. I placed my fingers in my mouth sucking it off. Shaun stood there watching. Not being able to move. Just a smile covered his face. 



All in a Day Off



Today was my day off. It was about seven at night, and I had just gotten around to taking a shower. After reading for a few hours, playing some old games on my Super Nintendo, and responding to a couple of work-related e-mails, it seemed prudent to wash away the stank of laziness before my current girlfriend returned home.

Her name is Elena. She works as a masseuse at a local parlor owned by a friend of the family, and she's very good at what she does, if I'm to be the judge. We've been living together for about a month and a half, and things are going fairly well. At least, I'm not tired of her yet. She's about six inches shorter than me, at 5'7", and she honestly reminds me of what would happen if Audrey Hepburn had been into the punk scene. Her hair is average-length, but usually held up in one style or another to make it more manageable, and it currently sports an extra dark black with vibrant crimson streaks. She's more classically beautiful than many of my previous girlfriends; I tend to fall for the cute ones.

I was thinking about these things as I hung my head in the shower, reveling in the way it seemed to wash what little tension I had away when I heard the front door open. It was strange, because Elena was supposed to be seeing clients till eight, so I figured it might be one of my friends dropping by for a spell. Realizing that the shower would likely be cut short, I sighed and picked up the bottle of shampoo, working up a lather and opening my eyes. The off-white tiles greeted me, though they were slightly blurry without my glasses and possibly needing a light scrubbing. My hair is short, and I was already getting ready to slap on the conditioner when the bathroom door opened. 

"Tim, if I hear the toilet flush, I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life."

Tim was the only one of my friends with big enough stones to open the door while I was in here, much less incite my wrath. I'm in pretty good shape, as I work out at least three times a week, and though I could probably make good on that promise, I'm more infamous for my ability to execute meticulous, pain-staking revenges. 

The curtains depicting a beach and palm trees opened, and water started spraying out onto the linoleum. However, I was more concerned with the person standing before me. Elena was naked, with a lop-sided and self-satisfied grin on her face, which only seemed to widen as I stopped to take in the sight. She stepped in, closing the curtains behind her, and I let out a breath, appreciating the bounciness with which her middle-sized, round breasts tantalized me, only to be teased in the next moment as she bent over to pick up the cap to the conditioner. I had dropped it

She turned and handed it to me and wrapped her other hand gently around my developing erection.

"Hello."

She smiled at me, her voice was a bit higher than most girls, and I'd describe it as having a pixie quality to it without being, you know, annoying. I felt her start to loosely rub my penis a few times before looking satisfied with her work, grabbing me by the shoulders, and turning me to face the showerhead.

"Hand me the body soap."

I obliged, and she set it down, massaging the conditioner out of my hair. There are few things that I enjoy more than having somebody else wash my hair, and she knows this.

"My last client canceled, so I figured I'd come surprise you. Obviously, I wasn't who you were expecting, but I'll relay the message to Tim next time I see him."

The conditioner washed out, she picked the soap back up and set about cleaning my entire body. She gave the same attention to my chest that she gave to my balls that she gave to my neck and even to my ass. That was another thing I liked about her; she wasn't shy about touching me anywhere, or being touched anywhere. It's always nice to find someone else who isn't self-conscious. 

She had pulled me back from the stream while she was doing this, but instead of pushing me back in, she jumped in herself, leaving me out in the cold. Elena began to hum a little bit, making a show of enjoying the heat, as well as purposefully bending in ways that demonstrated her curves. I stood there patiently for a bit until she went so far as to pull her breasts up toward her face and let them fall with a springy bounce. She looked unsurprised when I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into an inescapable embrace. Seconds passed, and we stared into each other's eyes, both of us acutely aware of our bodies pressed together. I felt heat against my cock, now standing firmly against her pussy lips, and I started to grind in place. Before I could create any sort of rhythm, she used my soapy state to wriggle free, that lop-sided smile returning.

"I've got other plans. Wash yourself off and go lay down on the massage table. I'll be out in a couple minutes."

I started to protest, as I like to take the lead when it comes to sex, but she silenced me by pressing herself against me again, pinning me against the wall as she made out with me hungrily. She ran her nails up my back before slapping me on the butt and pushing me into the shower. I mostly cleaned myself off, though Elena hurried me along by taking care of my backside. 

My interest was piqued, and I wanted to see what her game was, so after I toweled off, I headed to the guest room where she kept a massage table and laid down. The shower's noises continued in the background, and I my eyes wandered the room. Beneath the table, laid in succession were seven different crystals, though I only recognized the top one as quartz. The massage table itself was a dark blue-green color and had recently only been laid upon by yours truly. Various posters of waterfalls, mountains, and other nature scenes lined the white walls, and the counter was lined with oils and incense. A small boombox sat in the corner, waiting to play soft mood music. 

The shower stopped. I finally turned over, having softened enough to lay comfortably on my stomach. I looked up as the door opened, and Elena was wearing an especially fluffy red towel, covering up all of my favorite parts of her. Her hair was hanging down, coming just past her shoulders without anything to hold it up.

"Nope, still not Tim. Sorry to disappoint."

Smiling to herself, she set down her bag in the corner and took a couple new bottles of oil out of it, arranging them next to the other. The boombox started to play ocean noises. I heard the instantly recognizable sound of a cap coming off a bottle of massage oil, and felt a few cold drops touch down onto my back. I flinched. She laughed without malice. Then slick hands began their work, starting with my upper back, where I keep most of my tension.

"Rough week at work? It certainly feels like it."

I only grunted my appreciation in response, and I didn't need to look up to see the satisfied smile on her face at once again reducing me to one-syllable responses. She continued, kneading deeper tissue with her elbow, leaning into me. It stopped momentarily, I heard a muffled impact and saw the fluffy red towel in the corner, and then there was a knee resting to either side of my ribs. More oil poured onto my neck, and incense reminiscent of cinnamon filled the air. 

Elena was nothing if not thorough, and in a space that lost any chronological definition, she worked my entire back, neck, legs, and feet. Her hands found purchase on my ass cheeks, and she massaged in slow circles.

"Have I told you lately that your ass is perfect?"

Again, a grunt was all she received. I heard the oil bottle squirt some more, and a few drops hit my lower spine and quickly slipped down to my asshole.

"Oops."

It wasn't convincing, and sure enough, her hand followed, playing gently for a few moments. Then a long piece of cloth laid down upon the back of my head.

"Lift up."

As I did, she wrapped the blindfold fully around my eyes.

"This is too easy."

She half-giggled to herself briefly and then replaced her hand between my cheeks, sliding it gently in a teasing fashion. At this point, I had practically melted beneath her earlier ministrations, and was in no state to object to something that felt this good, even despite being blindfolded. Her hand trailed away slowly, seemingly satisfied with teasing me, and I felt her weight shift. No longer did her legs straddle my back. I felt her hands steady herself against the back of my thighs, and then spread my cheeks apart as a warm, wet trail was finding its way down my back. This was new for me, I had never allowed anyone to lick me like this, and as her tongue wound its way down and back, I felt a new elation. 

Always one to draw it out when she could, Elena continued for some time before shocking me with the ferocity she used on my asshole. My dick was hard, pressing against the soft cushion, and I couldn't believe how this night was turning out. It felt great, but it was almost too much. Just as I was about to say something, she let up, and her weigh shifted again. One of her hands brushed my ankle as she leaned back, and I heard a quiet snap. Confused, I began to look up, only to remember that I was still blindfolded. The squirt of another bottle emanated from behind me. 

"If this is too much, you know the safety word."

I nodded, suspecting something, but unsure how to feel about it, and then it was confirmed.

I wasn't sure if she had read it, but I had accidentally left a journal entry up on my computer a couple weeks back. Oftentimes when I get ideas in my head, and I'm not entirely comfortable with them, I'll write them down and work them out that way. This particular journal entry had described in some detail, my curiosity about a certain subject. I'll just let an excerpt speak for itself:

-I keep having recurring thoughts, or a fantasy, rather. In it, I am taken, not violently, but from behind by a woman wearing a strap-on. It's kind of funny, although I don't think it means I'm gay (but who knows, right?). This is probably not something I'll try out though, it seems a bit too weird for most people, although if anyone would be up for it, it would be her.- 

I felt a moderate pushing sensation briefly before my girlfriend penetrated me with a strap-on dildo. My gasp mirrored hers, and I could hear a distinctive wet noise behind me that meant she was playing with herself while she fucked me. She went slowly, but was persistent, and the entire feeling of it had destroyed my chance for conscious thought. It hurt only a little bit, and I admit I had tested out using my fingers a couple of times, but this was so much bigger. Eventually, the hilt hit the outside of my cheeks, and she stopped for a moment. The two of us absorbed every aspect of what was going on while she paused, and then I felt her nails dig into my cheeks as she pulled nearly out and slipped back in, quicker this time. 

Being filled and released and then starting over again gave me a feminine feeling, especially as the pace hastened, her nails bit into my flesh, and my ass cheeks gave a wet slap with the force of her impact. It was starting to hurt, but that only turned me on more. I gripped the cushion and timid moans and grunts were fucked right out of me. My breathing was started to become ragged, but Elena only pushed onward, undaunted.

I felt that I was about to cum, and she pulled completely out of me, standing up and slipping the blindfold off of me. Her hair was still wet, and beads of sweat were standing out along her body. She wore nothing but a black harness with a neutrally-colored blue dildo attached. Her inner thighs were spattered with her own juices, and I could smell how sweet she was. She went to the far side of the table, grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me down so that my legs would dangle off as she turned me over.

"I want you to watch me fuck you as you cum all over me."

There was no way I was going to argue at this point, and she re-adjusted herself, slamming unceremoniously back into my battered ass. Her hands, slick with lubrication from herself as well as the bottles, slid up my penis to the top. One hand stayed there, and the other drifted to fondle my sack. She rotated her fingers tamely around my head, contrasting the savagery with which her dildo punished me. I was still close to climax from before, and it didn't take much before all the signs returned. 

As I hit the point of no return, she pushed the dildo's entire length into me and leaned forward. The hand on my dick worked furiously, unhindered by friction, while the hand on my balls slid between her legs, mimicking the other hand's speed. White ropes shot onto her stomach and one volley even landed on her breasts as she presented them, and I barely noticed that I was screaming with the intensity of it. Only seconds behind me, she began to buck forward, the motions scooting me up the table and renewing my first ass-fucking briefly. Our orgasms subsided, and she slid out of me, unbuttoning the harness and tossing it into a waiting plastic bag. I laid back on the table, and Elena positioned herself into my arms, kissing my neck and face a few times before settling in. My breathing was slowly returning to normal, and the enormity of just how deviant I felt this was finally hit me. I smiled.

I think I'm going to marry this woman. 

I sat up, the smile still plastered to my face, Elena still clutching me, though her head lifted from my shoulder. She looked into my eyes, her light browns meeting my dark blues.

"You know, I think I'm going to need another shower after that."

She smiled back at me, and only nodded her agreement as she stood, taking my hand and leading me back to the bathroom.



All in a Day's Work



"Good afternoon Mr. Griffin, how are you?" I asked the tall, dark, and large cocked man who walked into my office.

"I'm well thank you." He said

"Good, now if you don't mind, I'd like to know what made you decide to send me your resume, without actually putting in an application?" I asked.

"To be honest, I liked the company name." He answered 

"Ahhh... so you speak Spanish do you then Mr. Griffin?" I asked.

"Not at all." "The name...spoke to me." He said.

"Very good, and so you feel like you'd be a positive addition here at Agujeros Codiciosos?" I asked.

"I believe I could make an impact of impressive depth and breadth into your bottom line." He answered.

"You're very intelligent Sir, I like that, it turns me on." I said

"I'm glad." He said smiling.

"You should be Sir, so many young men of your age are often frivolous, childish, and below average in so many ways, 

but I don't see that you're like that Sir. I not only want to commend you for your efforts, I want to offer you a position within our team." I said.

"And what would my duties as a member of the team entail?" He asked

"Looking at your resume Sir, I unfortunately have to admit that you don't have as much experience in the position I'm offering as I'd like." I said.

Looking up at him from his resume he said nothing, 

only gave me a small smile. 

"I don't wish to sound rude Mr. Griffin, but I want to hire you for more then just your resume." I said.

"Well, what do you have in mind ma'am?" He asked

"You'd be my own personal secretary, that would include some light filing, a lot of typing, taking messages and data entry." I answered.

"Your extensive knowledge of computers would be put to good use, and of course you would have to be willing and able to work well with your co-workers as well as the customers who come in." I said.

He cleared his throat and shifted a little in his chair. 

"Those aren't the duties that you and I both meant." He said.

"That is very true Sir, and there will be some.... more personal duties you'd be fulfilling, but we'll get to that, because I have to know first that you're willing and able to do the job that you're being hired for." I said.

"This is a business Sir, and business has to be done I do like to make money." I said.

"What you can't do, or don't know you have to be willing 

to learn Sir, and it will be required that you learn Spanish so that you can understand some of the customers here." I said 

"I am willing." He answered.

"Very good Sir." I said. "I own seventy stores across the globe Sir, and they all operate very much the same. each of my stores; however, specializes in something different, but all who 

work here must have the same willingness to perform and get the sale no matter what." I told him.

"How do you feel about traveling alone, with me, or with Miss Julia and I, around the world to do some work and to check up on the work going on at the other stores?" I asked.

"I haven't got a problem with it, I enjoy travel, and sex and travel is always the best combination." I raised my eyebrow and laughed lightly at this comment. 

"Usually the starting pay is $9.00/hr but I'm willing to offer you more because I've heard what a valuable worker you are." 

"We're a small company Sir; but I believe you'll feel right at home." I continued.

"As to the more personal duties..." I said as I leaned forward over my desk. 

"I don't know your personal history but if I may, I would like to assume that you've got the ability to fulfill these personal duties when I call for you to do so, you see Mr. Griffin, when you came into my office, I saw that you have a large cock pressing against your pants and when you turned to close my door I could see that you have a very nice ass." I said smiling lightly and 

looking down at his cock. 

"I would very much like to fuck you Mr. Griffin and so as part of your job here, one of your duties will be to fuck my brains out and just so that we're both perfectly clear on what's necessary, shall I break it down so that you can tell me exactly whether or not you are capable of doing your job?" I said

"I'm quite capable of it but I want your co-workers as well." He answered, his cock growing with every word.

"Well you see Sir, in this office we're...one big happy family, so to speak, we all play very nicely together." I said. 

"I hope you understand that and can adjust to it, for it's what I meant when I said earlier that you'd have to be willing to get along with your co-workers." I said. 

"I don't expect you of course to play quite so nicely with your male co-workers, unless of course you so wish...but with them I only expect courtesy and the mutual understand that all of my female secretaries are shared equally among all of us, and that only you will have the special job of being my personal MALE secretary, do you understand?" I asked.

"Yes I understand." He said.

"Though I must warn you that after a few runs with me, they might be getting their pink slips." He grunted.

"Explain Sir." I said.

"You'll be replacing the males with...personnel that aren't quite male." He said

"I think I know what you mean by that Sir, and if you mean what I think, you're probably right." I said

"I have yet to find a good personal secretary." I said.

"That being said, Sir I'm hoping you're it and that I don't have to replace you." I told him with a frown.

"Why have you had to replace the other's." He asked

"I can't seem to find a man who knows what he's doing 

and how to make me scream and cum all over his cock." I said.

"I can't tell you how badly I need to be fucked right Sir." I said

.

"By the way, you'll be meeting Miss. Julia shortly." I said. 

"Miss Julia?" He asked. 

"Yes, Mr. Griffin, she's...for lack of a better way to put it, my only female worker with an added bonus." I smiled widely as I said this.

"She also happens to be my favorite." I said.

"She's very beautiful, a little silly at times, but she amuses me in many ways and so she doesn't have to be overly bright, she earns her pay." I said.

"She's more a show piece then anything else, I keep her because of the very large cock between her legs, the large and attractive breasts on her chest and her round and very much squeezable ass." I said.

"She looks good in everything from tiny skirts and heels to nothing at all and she's very sweet." I said.

"She loves to fuck my asshole for me." I added with a wink.

"And what do you do for her?" He inquired.

"LOL Besides keeping her VERY well paid so she can look good for me?" 

"I sometimes don this." I said as I pulled my strap out of my desk. 

"I fuck her ass for her, she also likes it when I suck her dick, 

she says I'm VERY good at it." I finished

"Sounds fun I'd be interested in watching." He said sitting 

forward in his chair a little

"I'm sure." I said waving my hand dismissively in the air. 

"Now, Mr. Griffin, as part of your interview, I really must test some of your abilities, unfortunately I've heard before the 'I'm quite capable of doing my job' speech, it just never seems that it's true when it comes right down to it." I said with a sigh.

His eyebrow rose as he loosened his tie. 

"What do you have in mind?" He asked.

"Are you uncomfortable Sir?" I asked.

"I'm getting myself ready...just in case." He answered.

I chuckled lightly. "You're very anxious I see." I said.

"First off I need to test your dominance skill level Sir" I said

"I can't have someone working for me who can't dominate me, when it comes down to it, your title to outsiders is my personal secretary, your actual title will be Master." I said

"In that case..." He said as he stood and moved slightly to the side of his chair. 

"Get on your knees and crawl to me BITCH."

I slid from my chair to my knees and crawled around to where he was standing, looked up-to him.

"Very good Sir. What else can I do for you?" I moaned

"You can tell me what kind of slutty things go on here." He answered.

"Late at night, when we're closed we often like to lock the doors and fuck each-other in the waiting room." I said

"As you probably saw when you came into the office this afternoon, there is a very large waiting room." I said. 

"My girls like to tease their male co-workers throughout the day, so that by the end of the night the males are very much aroused and ready to attack and I don't believe that you'd be any different." I said.

"Sometimes a couple of my workers get lost in closets and back rooms during the day and I have gone to watch what they do." I said

"I've witnessed one of my male workers bend one of my female workers over a counter and fuck her pussy or her ass while I sit on the counter and masturbate." I said

"My girls are happy to eat my slutty cunt while they get fucked, and truth be told so are my male workers." I said.

"I have to know that you've got good oral skills, that's another part of the job Sir." I finished.

"Ahh...And what of your Miss. Julia?" He asked

"She is mine Sir, largely in part because I haven't found a worker I felt was good enough for me to share her with." I answered.

"Interesting. What of the reports on the news of customers sometimes joining in?" He asked.

"Are there reports that customers join us?" I asked

"Yes." He said.

"Pity, there shouldn't be, my business reputation must be kept clean and solid." I said with a frown.

He snorted as he unziped his zipper. 

"Pull that cock out and suck it Bitch." He growled 

"Your business has a reputation for doing whatever it takes to get the sale." He said.

"And I do mean WHATEVER." He said

"And have you bought any of our products Sir?" I asked 

"No, I haven't." He said.

I pulled his dick from his pants and stroked him until he was rock hard, and then I started running my tongue up and down his shaft.

"That seems a pity also Sir, for we have some very good anal lubes." I said thinking aloud.

"I'd hope so." He said. 

"I intend to use them on you when you behave slut." He said. 

"And when you misbehave...RAW." He said and laughed.

"You're making my pussy drip and ache already Mr. Griffin and your cock is so thick, may I taste more of you?" I asked.

"No." He said. 

"You may only lick." He said

"I must admit Sir, when you came into the room and I saw your cock pressing against your pants, I knew you were well endowed, but I didn't realize you were this big." I said, lapping at the tip of his mushroom head with my tongue.

He slapped my face with his cock as his eyes narrowed to slits. 

"You still haven't answered my question you fucking slut." He said growing loud.

"What other slutty things go on in this den of whores?!" He yelled

"Oh Master, we like to test our products before they go out into the general public, every item you might see in a catalog, on-line or in one of our stores has been thoroughly tested." I said.

"Just last week I tested the newest, and largest strap 

we just made on my Miss.Julia's ass, along with some 

of the newest lube that helps to numb as well as stretch 

out those muscles so that every thrust feels good." I said

"She used the lube on me too Master and I must say 

my pussy was dripping down my thighs by the time 

she was done with me." I said.

"Good." He said.

I continued to lick up and down his shaft and over his cock-head. 

"You taste so good Master, didn't you ask me another question which needed to be answered, something about my so called reputation for doing whatever it takes to get the sale?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm interested in knowing if the rumors are true." He said.

"Usually Sir, they are our regular customers, and they are given special gifts for being such good customers." I said. 

"Some are given free products and the opportunity to use them on any one of my male or female workers they so choose." I said.

"I keep Miss. Julia for my very special sales, the ones that seem as though they are undecided." I said. 

"When she's through with them and they with her...well let's just say we've never lost a sale thanks to her." I said.

"That's why she's my highest paid worker, because I'm not above using a little bit of persuasion to get my sales quotas filled on occasion Sir and if you are as good as it seems you are from what I've learned only this far then one of your job requirements will be that you help us to 'persuade' our customers to buy our products." I said.

"By that I mean you will get whatever product they are looking at but unsure of and use it on them as Miss Julia does but you'll be saved for only my special customers as she is and you'll use it until they're completely satisfied." I said

"She'll fuck both males and females I'm going to assume you'll only fuck the females." I said.

He growled in response, pulling my head

back by my hair so he could look into my eyes as he 

shoved his cock down my throat making me gag on it.

"Do you object to using your best persuasion techniques to get the sale Sir?" I asked.

"Not at all." He said.

"I'm definitely an overachiever." He said.

"While playing with your erection Sir and experiencing the way you shove it down my throat when I'm sucking it, I would have to agree wholeheartedly with that statement." I said smiling up at him from my spot on the floor. 

"Though you haven't yet proven to me that you can truly make me obey you Sir." I said.

I stood and turned to walk back to my desk. 

He reached out with his long arm and snatched me to the floor on all fours, then he spanked my ass hard for disobeying him. 

"I didn't tell you that you could get up, and I definitely 

didn't dismiss you slut." He said. 

"Am I clear?" He asked 

I stifled a yawn. "Sure Daddy, show me what you can do." I said.

He slaped my face with his dick. 

"Suck Bitch." He said

"And if I don't?" I asked.

He pointed to a large plug sitting on a shelf to the left of my desk. 

"That goes into your ass with no lube while I use electricity on your clit." He said.

"I guess you're just going to have to show me that you'll do exactly what you say you'll do." I said. 

He looked down at me for a second, raised and eyebrow and then shrugged. 

"Fine." He said. 

Then he pulled me up by my hair and handcuffed me and 

forced me to face the wall. He then cuffed my legs to a spreader 

bar that was mounted two feet behind me, and forced me to arch 

my ass up. I narrowed my eyes. 

"Now show me what a real man is like Sir." I hissed.

"With pleasure." He responded, as he walked over to the shelf and grabbed the large plug and the 'KlitShok'. 

I turned my head to him again as he walked over to me with the large plug in one had and the 'KlitShok' in the other. 

"After you're done Sir, I shall take you out to lunch with me today, I want to see if you can still accomplish giving and receiving pleasure in a public place without it being noticed, what do you say to that?" I asked

He slapped my ass hard. 

"I didn't give you permission to speak." He said. 

He then applied a hard shock to my clit. 

I screamed from the shock and when my body tried to move away from the shock he slammed the plug as deep as he could get it, forcing my body back forward once again. I got another shock to my clit. 

As I moved forward, he let the plug withdraw. As I jumped back, it was rammed in further. He continued to cause my body to jerk back and forth a few times until I begin to beg him for mercy, then he did it a couple more times just because he could, he told me that it was only more proof that I now belonged to him and that I would obey his will or I would be punished for it.

I could feel myself get closer and closer to cumming and my juices started to run down my thighs. His laugh is hard and mean. 

"You're enjoying this very much aren't you, you filthy little slut." He said.

"And you're not?" I asked him breathing heavily.

He ripped all the clothes from my body, leaving me only in a thong and my heels. Standing next to me he looked me up and down with lust in his eyes and an angry expression on his face. He threw the toys to the floor and rammed his dick deep into my asshole. I could hear the angry growls as he thrusted deeper and deeper into me forcing me to my knees on the floor. 

"Of course I am Bitch but I ask the questions not you." He said.

I couldn't move away from him, he had me pinned to against the wall. I could feel myself beginning to enjoy the pain. My screams grew louder and the tears started to come, but I arched my ass up to his so that he could fuck into me deeper. I could hear his angry words as he fucked me deeper, telling me that if he said something I would obey. Over and over, harder and deeper he thrusted. I could feel his hands as they came down on my ass almost in the same spot. It hurted and I knew I deserved it. He reached around and slammed a dildo down my throat, mounted it to the wall and pushed the back of my head against it.

"I don't give a shit if you cum Slut, at this point you don't deserve to cum anyway." He said

His hands squeezed my breasts so hard that I screamed 

out around the dildo, I could feel myself start to cry but he ignored my tears as I knew he would. He called me every degrading and horrible name he could think of, his cock had streached me out beyond anything I've ever known and finally in one great rush, and with a handful of my hair in his hand as he pushed my head down farther on the dildo, he came in my ass, growling and cussing and calling me fowl names. When he finished he stood and looked down at me. 

"When you're ready to obey, I'll be back." He said.

He turned and started to leave my office, with me 

on my knees on the floor. I screamed his name. 

"Master, please, don't leave me!" I screamed.

He stopped at the door, and for a minute he didn't say anything at all, then in a low voice he growled at me.

"Why should I stay Slut?" He asked. 

"I'll obey Daddy, just please don't go!" I said.

He turned slowly around and looked down at me. In a few swift steps he moved over to back in front of me. He reached down and snatched me up by my hair and slapped his cock across my face he growled for me to suck his cock till he came. As I sucked his cock he ran his fingers through my hair. 

"If you EVER disobey me again I will quit and that will be the end of it." He said. 

"Yes Daddy." I moaned. 

A short knock at my office door and into the room came

my Miss Julia, he smiled at her and pointed to my ass. 

"Fuck her." He said.

She smiled lustily and went down on her knees and began to slam her cock deep into my ass. He felt her thrusts as my mouth was forced forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged on him several times, I could hear his groans each time my throat was forced down on his cock. He called me a whore and a slut, He pulled my hair around his hand hard. I enjoyed every moment of what he did to me. 

I pulled my mouth off him, and looked up at him from the floor while Miss Julia continued to fuck my asshole, I started to stroke his cock. 

"I'm very much wondering if you'd like to get dirty with us." He said as he narrowed his eyes and looked down at me.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked.

"I was thinking the three of us outta test our newest product, chocolate, finger, body paints." I said.

At first I didn't think he'd like to do that, because his face didn't change, then he pulled me to my feet by my hair and undid my restraints. 

"Show me Bitch." He said.

"Yes Daddy." I said.

He smiled and removed the rest of his clothes, he gave the instruction that Miss Julia was to do the same, and since I was already pretty much nude he left me as I was, in my thong and heels. I turned and started to walk to my desk and he stopped me. 




All In A Day's Work



If heaven exist it's a rainy night in Spanish Harlem watching a Cuban wet dream dust flour from a perfect pair of 36 D's.

In a cramped little apartment overflowing with colorful artwork and the exotic smells of the island I sat nursing a hard-on and a bloody Mary while I watched Maria, my girlfriend of a year, move around her tiny kitchen.

Harlem seemed a world away from the socialites of Manhattan with their shy shaved prima donna pussies. After a week filled with the unpredictable highs and lows of the stock exchange and the recent cuts in the job market, I had a bundle of nervous energy that had all pooled in my cock.

Someone with a bigger bank account had recently bought the company that I worked for and everyone was walking around on eggshells wondering if they would be sent packing. 

Our new boss Jed Munnings seemed like an okay guy. The day that he had walked into our office and introduced himself my dick had stood up and said hello! Jed was everything that I loved in my men: tall, bulging biceps, exotic looking with a tight beautiful ass and bold cock that his conservative business suits couldn't hide.

I wanted him like I hadn't wanted a man in a long time and from the burning look in his eyes when he looked at me I knew that the feeling was mutual. My instincts told me that he was mine if I wanted but I would wait for him to make the first move. After all he was my boss.

Over the past two weeks Jed had given me a lot of hints that he was ripe for the picking. There were the not so accidental touches on my butt, the not so innocent brush on the shoulder followed by a mischievous smile.

I knew that my job was in the hole and that it was only a matter of time before I was too.

But right now I had a delicious wet feminine hole winking at me. Maria was a Cuban refugee who was now embracing the freedoms of life and the pursuit of happiness in all its splendid and carnal forms.

She was humming a Spanish love song as she bent down to check her biscuits in the oven. Her butt cheeks opened gently giving me a glimpse of her succulent cunt surrounded by soft brown hair so thick that you had to go hunting to find the little clit ring that she wore.

Her naked body glistened from the heat of the stove. Little droplets of sweat clung to the dark oversized nipples completely enraptured until she wiped them away. Her big breast jiggled softly as she mixes more biscuit batter.

My balls tighten as I watch her put a finger to her lips and lick the sticky concoction with a pointed pink tongue. She looked over at me and smiled, a slow seductive smile that says I know how much you want me baby. I could easily get lost in those burnt almond eyes and I could just as easily drown myself in the musky nectar of her pussy.

But I waited, allowing her to play her little game of seduction. They were a nice change after the raw emotions of a big win or a bitter defeat. Being a stockbroker was a lot like having good sex.

They both grabbed you by the balls and took you on a roller coaster ride that left you wanting more and more. Sex, greed and rock n' roll were my drugs of choice. But even my biggest win paled in comparison to the incredible high of sinking my stiff cock into Maria's hot pussy.

Maria's eyes darkened and she asked in her husky exotic English: "Are you ready for me Danny boy?" 

I pulled my stiff cock out of my pants. "Bring it on little mama," I answered.

She gave me a slow hungry smile. "I have been thinking about you all day baby."

As she talked Maria began walking towards me. "These breast are so hungry for your touch."

Her dark nipples stood hard and erect as she caressed them with her fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly and I had a strong urge to tackle her to the floor and fuck her fast and furious.

But we both enjoyed the anticipation, the moments of torture that felt so good. Her hands traveled down to her flat stomach.

"Baby my pussy is screaming for something big and hard."

Her hands slid down to caress her cunt. She squeezed it softly. "Oh baby I need you," she cried out before slipping her hand into her melting hole.

She caressed her clit as she watched me squirm with desire. Smiling wickedly she removed her hand from her pussy and slowly and sensuously licked each one of her fingers clean of her pussy juices.

Her little pink tongue beckoned me and I left the window seat and picked her up in my arms. My tongue went in search of hers. It welcomed me with a taste of sweet pussy essence.

Our tongues fucked each other while we played a game of finger fucking with her breast. Maria loved the taste and feel of her body almost as much as I did. When we broke the kiss her tongue went in search of the velvet hardness of her nipple.

Watching her eat her own flesh, her pointed tongue greedy on her dark coral nipple, my dick began to ooze pre-come.

"That looks go good Daniel," she purred eyeing my cock. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took all eight inches into her mouth. Again I watched that tongue in action, licking my cock from the tip to the base while her fingers caressed my balls.

She looked up at me with her cat like green eyes. "My pussy needs you," she said simply.

I joined her on the floor in a sixty-nine. Maria's pussy was sheer perfection. Her soft brown mat was sticky and matted from her juices. When I opened her oversized pussy lips to reveal the pink pearl standing regally in the center, my mouth began to water. 

I drove in greedily, giving her big wet sloppy kisses before tonguing her unmercifully. I slipped two fingers into her tight little ass as I feasted on her feminine delicacy.

My cock was warm and happy in the deep confines of Maria's mouth. When she inserted two fingers into my butt hole I cried out in joy. Anal fucking was our favorite past time.

From my first butt fuck from my best friend Jared in high school, there was nothing that made me spin out of control like a stiff rod up my ass.

"Are you ready for my girl cock up your boy cunt?" Maria asked me.

"Oh baby you know that I'm always ready for that," I answered.

Maria went to her bedroom and returned wearing the leather harness with the eight-inch dildo and carrying a tube of K-Y jelly.

I got down on all fours, my ass in the air, ready to become her love slave. I moaned deep down inside my throat when I felt her lubed fingers slip into my ass hole. She squirted more lube and kept adding fingers until she was four fingers, knuckle deep, doing magical things that had me moaning like a caged tiger.

I began begging her to let me have it; to ride me like a thoroughbred with a pack of wild dogs was chasing her. She opened her fingers scissors style and placed the head of her cock between them.

I closed my eyes as her love shaft slipped into my canal. We soon developed a frantic rhythm. My beautiful woman was transformed into a butt-crazed goddess and as she barreled into me I grabbed my neglected cock and began soothing it.

It danced in my hand, it sang songs to the goddess of love and when I came it spewed out a torrent of molten release that left me weak but completely satisfied.

Maria slipped off my back and lay down on the floor with her legs open wide; the dick pulled up onto her stomach. I knew exactly what she wanted. Her pussy was warm and sopping wet. Taking one of her freshly baked rolls I tore it open then dipped one half in the sweet gravy between her legs.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly as the bread rubbed up against her engorged clit. I popped the piece of bread in my mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the heady mixture of pussy juice and cinnamon.

"Feed me," she pleaded.

I dipped the other piece of bread in my come then marinated it with her slippery essence. Then I fed her like the queen that she was.

"It's time for dessert," I said before burying myself in her soft mound. I ate like it was the Last Supper, burrowing my face deep inside her while she coached me on in Spanish. When she came she screamed loudly and begged me for more.

I lubed my hand with the K-Y then began inserting finger into her tight pussy, stretching her wider with each insertion. I tucked my thumb into my palm and began working my hand in and out of her dripping cunt.

She began to push against my hand drawing me in deeper until I was up to my wrist in lush pussy. The feel of her pussy walls embracing my hand was beyond spiritual. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body shook like a thousand bolts of lightening had consumed her from the inside.

"Oh God, Oh God," she screamed over and over again. I removed my hand from her pussy and tried to shove my entire fist into my mouth. The smell of her consumed me.

She looked up at me and smiled.

"I wish that we could stay like this forever," she whispered.

"Me too," I replied.

As the days grew colder warning us that winter was on her way, I began seeing more of Maria. She was like an addiction that I never wanted to overcome. My feeling for her ran deep because she accepted me for who I was. In her eyes there was no condemnation. She had opened her heart to me just as easily as she had opened her legs.

A few days later I was at work Jed popped into my office. 

"Hey Danny I'm having a little office get together tonight at my place. Do you have any plans?"

"Nothing special," I answered. His eyes lit up with pleasure.

"Great then can I expect you at eight?" I nodded.

"Bring a date or better yet come alone and I could keep you company." His beautiful brown eyes turned hungry.

As much as I wanted to have that tight little ass all to myself I knew that I would have a much better time if I add a little Cuban pussy into the mix.

I loved watching Maria's face as she watch me get it on with another guy. The sight of two men sucking on each other's dicks always turned her into a burning mass of desire.

When we walked into Jed's luxury town house all eyes including Jed's zeroed in on Maria. The little black dress that she had been poured into clung to every curve for dear life. The dress barely covered her hips and her breast were playing peek-a-boo with the flimsy top.

When I introduced her to Jed he held her hand a little longer than was necessary and I could feel the sexual tension already radiating from Maria's wet pussy.

This is going to be one fucking hot night! I told myself.

I tried to talk shop with my co-workers but I couldn't help wishing that they would all disappear so that we could get down to business. When they began trickling out my cock jumped for joy. 

The anticipation built until we were down to the last two working stiffs who didn't have anything better to go home to. 

"God I thought that they would never leave," Jed said after he closed the door behind them. Maria and I were already going at it. We were engaged in a tongue war while she sat on my lap, teasing my cock into a full hard on.

"I feel like a kid in a candy store don't know what delicious treat I should sample first," Jed said quickly removing his clothes.

"How 'bout some Cuban toffee?" I asked offering him Maria's sweet lips. He came up behind her and she leaned into him and arched her head for his tongue-lashing. I pulled Maria's top down exposing her beautiful breast. I sucked on them happily.

"Let me have a taste of that," Jed said. I released one breast to him and we worshipped Maria's twin peaks with our tongues, teeth and hands. Eventually our faces met in the middle of her chest and our mouths connected in a searing kiss so jarring I felt pre-come soaking my boxer shorts.

There is nothing in the world like the feeling of another man's stubble against your tongue. His mouth was wet and warm with new crevices to explore and flavors to experience. I could've gone on kissing him forever but Maria had pulled my pants off releasing my cock from its constricting confines. She slipped between us to give me the blowjob of a lifetime.

Jed knelt down next to her and together they feasted on my manly meat. I looked down at those two beautiful people indulging on me like what I had between my legs was the rarest caviar.

"How "bout some sauce for those Italian meatballs?" Jed asked Maria.

"Sounds yummy but don't forget this gigantic noodle right here." She squeezed my cock playfully.

If you do not share my obsession with sex with food then there is no way to adequately explain the sensations of the remnants of our pasta dinner being spread over my swollen nuts.

I had evolved into exquisite grub; I was filling the most basic and essential hungers known to man. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as they licked Jed's grandmother's famous sauce from my body.

Soon a voice that I didn't even recognize as my own began moaning like a wild beast begging for it's most primal urges to be satisfied. 

This was life in its purest form. The basic instinct of the human animal, to please the stomach, soul and genitals. To transport ourselves from the mundane rituals of the every day grind into a timeless, limitless place where every nerve in your body sings an erotic melody to your gorgeous cock.

My come spewed from my body. Some of it settled around my balls and thighs making the sauce look like it had globs of cheese on it. Jed began eating this new concoction while Maria slipped between his legs and took his cock into her mouth.

Pretty soon I was hard again. "I want to fuck you man," I told Jed.

Jed stood up, his dick slipping reluctantly out of Maria's mouth. She moaned in protest.

"Man this little Senorita is dick hungry." He laughed. "Well honey grab on to that chair and stick that tight ass of yours in the air cause I'm gonna give you more dick than you can handle!"

"I'd life to see you try," she challenged eagerly scrambling to her feet and bending over the chair I had just vacated.

Jed got a jar of lube out of a drawer and quickly lubed his cock and Maria's puckered little hole.

"Give it to me baby!" she cried out and with one smooth thrust Jed's cock was buried to the hilt. Maria let out a sharp cry and began backing into him like a sex fiend.

I watched them for a while. Jed's blue veined cock sliding in and out of that tight ass I had enjoyed so many times. Jed's ass was calling to me and I moved behind them and opened his ass cheeks. He was as beautiful as the rarest flower all puckered up and pink and hairy. This was my kind of ass.

That ass swallowed my two lubed fingers greedily then begged for more. I slowly inserted my cock into his hole. 

"Oh God I want it all!" Jed shouted.

I shoved the rest of my eight inches in. I loved the feel of his ass muscles gripping my dick. The three of us began moving in perfect tandem, our bodies slick with sweat, fusing together to become one giant fuck.

Our erotic dance seemed to last forever, always increasing in tempo like some wild African dance ritual. There were periods where we were too intoxicated to make a sound and other times when our shouts almost blew the roof off.

I could feel my balls tightening as I pumped into Jed like a mad man. With a loud moan I pulled my cock out and sprayed my come all over Jed's well used ass. My outburst set of a chain reaction that left us all covered in come and exhausted.

I slid to the floor on weakened knees. Jed fell on top of me, our soft dicks squished between us. By the look in Jed's eyes I knew that they wouldn't stay that way for long. Maria lay down beside us and looked us over with appreciative eyes.

"We make a pretty good team don't we?" Jed asked me.

"This is the best job in the world," I said, "I'm looking forward to a long and very wicked partnership."



All in a Day's Work



I hit the red button with the tip of my perfectly manicured nail. The actors instantly came alive. Hs darkly tanned hand trailing up her creamy white thigh was such a beautiful contrast. I saw her shiver at his touch and licked my lips in anticipation of the scene that was about to play out in front of me.

He leaned in and kissed her collarbone and continued up her neck trailing fiery kisses across her skin. As if anticipating where he would move her head automatically tilted back. She leaned herself back on her hands for support and her eyes closed. A soft moan escaped her lips as he flicked out his tongue to taste her skin.

He pulled the straps of her shirt down and replaced them with tiny kisses. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head tossing it over his head to the floor. He then unzipped her shirt and let it fall to the bed.

Eventually they were both undressed laying on the big fluffy king sized bed with red silk sheets. She pushed him back on the bed and straddled him leaning down and kissing him on the lips passionately letting her tongue wrap playfully around his before darting out to run across his slightly parted lips. She ran her fingers down his chest lingering on each of his already protruding nipples followed by her tongue and lips. He bucked against her when she started sucking on first one nipple then the next. When he was panting and moaning she started slowly licking her way down his torso and I found myself licking my lips again and rubbing my hands down my chest and over my stomach. I peeked in the camera to make sure it was trained on the couple on the bed so I didn't miss anything.

Just as I moved away from the camera she took him in her mouth and he let out a low hiss as she started to move her lips and tongue over his huge erect throbbing cock. I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in and spread my legs. My hand gently touched my soft thighs as I watched her licking up and down his long shaft. 

I could see the muscles in his stomach tighten when she would hit a more pleasurable and sensitive spot. He thrusts his hands into her hair and tangled his fingers through the long soft strands. I slid my fingers inside my already wet pussy and began to slowly rub my clit. It didn't even surprise them when I started moaning myself. He started moaning more loudly and jerking while she continued to suck on him. His hands gripped her hair tighter to keep her head in place as he came in her mouth...she swallowed it all!

When his breathing and panting had calmed he pushed her back on the bed and took his turn tasting every inch of her voluptuous body. His tongue was all over her. Rough. Passionate. Sensual. And incredibly generous. He kissed her roughly and then went back to licking and kissing her luscious body, every plump curvy inch of it. 

She tangled her hands in his hair to hold his face close to her body and guide him to her center where she desperately wanted him to pay some attention. As soon as his tongue delved in to the moist velvety petals of her sweet pussy she let out a loud moan. She started moaning and bucking against his mouth wrapping her long legs around his shoulders, and tightening her grip on his hair. 

I started moving my fingers harder and faster on my throbbing clit increasing the pleasure I was giving myself. I was watching him tease her licking up and down slowly between the folds of her center and her beautiful face contorting in the pleasure that was evident in her moaning and gasping.

I could feel myself getting closer as her panting got deeper and more frequent. I knew she was getting close too and I knew he would keep going until she exploded in his mouth. I wanted to watch her cum as well as cum with her. Her whole body was tense and her legs were shaking and she was screaming and moaning for him not to stop. He was sucking and licking her clit faster and harder and even slipped a finger into her pussy. She was going to cum hard and I found that I wanted to be down there so I could lap up her sweet juices as she came.

She slipped in another finger and she started moaning louder. His mouth never left her clit. What pushed her over the edge though was when he added a third finger. Not to her pussy though but he slid it gently into her ass. As soon as he started moving that third finger she came almost instantly bucking against his mouth and screaming out in pleasure. 

He slid his fingers out of her but continued to lick making her continue to cum. When she was experiencing so much intense pleasure that she thought she might literally explode he jumped up on his knees and sank his massive cock into her creamy wet pussy and started pounding her hard which sent her into another orgasmic frenzy causing her to dig her nails into his back as he continued to thrust inside her. Feeling her orgasm as her muscles tightened around his shaft, he let out a loud moan throwing his head back. 

Still pleasuring myself I was about to get off again for the second time having come with her before. He leaned back on his legs and grabbed her hips pulling her to him and onto him thrusting deep inside her. She cried out in pleasure every time he drilled his cock deep inside her tight juicy pussy. I kept thinking how beautiful and sexy his dark skin and her creamy white skin looked entwined together.

He leaned back so that he could lay on his back taking her with him so that she sat perched on his rock hard cock making it go as deep as possible, causing them both to moan with pleasure. She placed both hands on his chest and began to ride him hard and fast. She threw her head back and closed her eyes enjoying the feel of him inside her.

When her head came up and her eyes opened she caught my eyes. She looked at me seductively with her gorgeous bright blue eyes and her long wavy red hair cascading down her back just making me wish I could wrap my fingers in it. She ran her tongue slowly across her pouty lip glossed lips and motioned me to come to her. 

I unbuttoned my white button up blouse to expose my perky round breasts and slid off my panties from underneath my skirt. I hiked my skirt up a bit and crawled onto the bed positioning myself on my knees over his head so that he could eat me out while I made out with her. Her silky smooth tongue massaging mine and his massaging my clit made me instantly wetter and cry out in ecstasy. 

She then surprised me by pushing me on the bed and licking my clit herself. I moaned out and grabbed the rumpled sheets on either side of me. I heard her moan into me as well as felt the vibration of her lips against my clit and looked up to see him pounding her from behind.

I could hear the wetness of her pussy as he thrust into her each time, and could feel the vibrations of her moans against my clit. I was in pure ecstasy. I could feel the sensations building up in the core of my body. My legs started shaking and my fingertips started turning white from gripping the sheets so tightly.

Finally release came in a wave of pleasurable sensation crashing again and again and again, racking through my body. She continued to lick my already throbbing clit lapping up all of my free flowing juices. Still she continued and still I screamed and shuttered until I was thrown into another mind shattering orgasm. Finally she stopped which I was thankful for because the pleasure was getting unbearable. I tried to calm myself as he was sliding in and out of her and reached around to play with her clit. 

I reached down and played with the nipples on her perfectly round breasts. She scooted up the bed to kiss me and he followed suit and slammed back into her causing her to almost scream against my lips. I nibbled on her bottom lip and her breathing picked up signaling her building up to her final orgasm. I reached for her hands and slid them into my thick jet black wavy hair. I whispered for her to pull as hard as she needed to. 

A moment later she cried out in pure pleasure as he made his final thrusts and she came all over his cock, pulling my hair and sank her teeth into the soft flesh of my left breast. He thrust in her hard and deep one last time as he let go and came inside her. He shuddered and moaned as every last drop of his seed flowed out of him and into her. She let out a few little whimpers as she slumped down curling against me. 

I nodded to him and he got off the bed and stopped the video camera. I absentmindedly started playing with her hair and smiled to myself. It was time to clean up and go home for the day. It was definitely not the first time I had played a part in one of my own movies, but it's all in a day's work!!!



All in a Day's Work



Erin and John had worked together for just a couple of months and had become good friends; they always smiled at each other and had a lot of things to talk about. But when that day happened, nothing would ever be the same. 

Erin had just arrived to work and had noticed that John was not there yet, getting worried she called him on his cell. He had told her that he would be there in a little while and not to worry. But of course she did, since she was the only one in the office, and in a bad part of town at that. When John arrived Erin breathed a sigh of relief. Erin ran up and gave John a hug, holding him tight. John could feel her large breasts against his chest, and even that hardening of her nipples. His dick started to twitch at the feeling. Erin let him go and backed away, only to notice the slight bulge in his pants, and she blushed. Erin then went to work as normal, sitting with her back to John as she worked on the computer. Just then she felt fingers in her hair being pulled back jerking her face up right. John was behind her and leaned in and kissed her, shoving his tongue in her mouth, running his other hand down her chest and lightly rubbing her ample breasts, making Erin moan. As soon as it started it ended. John let her hair go and walked away. Erin just sat there stunned, not knowing what to do. She could feel her pussy tingle, and get wet; she knew what she would have to do. 

Erin unbuttoned her top just enough to show her DD tits and bra, and walked in to John's office shut the door and sat on his desk. He looked at her with lust in his eyes, staring at her breasts then down her legs, hoping he could see through her slacks to see her pussy. Erin asked if he needed anything as she leaned forward showing off her chest. John couldn't say anything and just stared, and instinct kicked in and his hand reached out to her chest feeling it in his hand. He used his other hand to tear open her shirt and saw her wonderful white bra, straining against her tits. 

Erin just leaned back and let John do what he wanted. The only way she helped was by undoing her bra and letting her tits fall out. John leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth and rubbed the other one taking a nipple in his fingers and pinching it. Erin stood up and took off her slacks just leaving her in her black lace thong that fit perfectly and removed John's pants as well and sat John's lap and she could feel his dick pressing against her wet pussy. He continued to suck on her tits and he also started to rub her pussy felling how wet she is. John growing ever excited his dick was as hard has it has ever been, the 9 inches trying to get out of his boxers. Erin feeling the presser growing removed his boxers and her black thong, leaving nothing to interfere. As Erin sat on John's hard dick she moaned, she could feel him stretch her smooth pussy. John stopped sucking her tits just long enough to moan as his dick when in. Erin bounced up and down on his hard dick, moving around to increase the pleasure. John reached around to her tight ass and put a finger in her ass making Erin scream in pleasure making her cum all over his hard dick. John feeling the squeezing came deep inside Erin filling her up. 

As soon as John had filled Erin up she kissed him just as he had her, she then leaned down and started to suck his still hard cock tasting all of their juices mixed. John leaned back enjoying the site of Erin on her knees naked sucking his dick. He reached down and grabbed her hair shoving his dick deeper in her throat. Erin could feel him shoving his dick deeper, and allowed him to do so, making sure that he could feel himself go down her throat, making the pleaser even more pleasurable. John feeling his hard cock in her throat he could feel himself come close to cumming again. He only mumbled that he was going to cum and unloaded his load deep in her throat. Erin swallowed all of his wonderful cum and smiled as she sat up. John not being rude sat Erin on his desk and spread her legs and looked at the wonderful pussy that was before him. He kissed up her thigh to her wet smooth pussy. He started to lick and have his way with her as she closed her legs around his head bringing him even closer to her pussy. Not wanting to disappoint her he put a finger in her ass as he ate her out. Erin was moaning telling him to eat that pussy, her fingers in his hair pulling him closer trying to make his head go in her wet pussy. She could feel an orgasm coming and as he ate she had a very wet orgasm. He licked up all of her cum and gave her pussy a kiss as he shoved his rehardened cock deep in her pussy.



All in a Day's Work



I was startled when he walked into the room. Clearly caught goofing off and spinning around in my work chair, I bit my lower lip and grinned sweetly at him. I'm sure my green eyes were twinkling as I tried to look innocent. He just chuckled a bit and shook his head.

"So, this is what you do when I am not around, huh girl?" he asked.

Oh, dilemma, dilemma. I couldn't say no, I'd be a big fat liar. I didn't want to say yes because I really don't goof off all the time when he isn't around. I decided the happy middle that gave the safest and yet totally truthful answer would be best.

"Sometimes, Sir."

He took a few steps closer. I had to fight the urge to spin in my chair and crossed my feet on the floor instead. I was starting to get a very vulnerable feeling as he took a few more steps closer. It was only when he was looming over me that I remembered my skirt was pushed up around my waist. I guess my innocence went out the door right then.

"What were you doing?" he asked, his eyes drifting down over my body and landing at the top of my thighs.

I could feel the warm blush creep into my cheeks and wondered how I was going to get out of this.

I stammered a bit. "I.. I. well, I was.."

His brows lifted in obvious curiosity, doubt and encouragement for me to continue with my story.

"Well, Sir, it's just working here all day with you in such close proximity, I can't help but get turned on and I was, yes, well, I was.. Oh, you know!" I rambled out in a flustered and excited tone.

He walked around me and gave the back of my chair a firm spin. I giggled and caught myself before I toppled over. Just as quickly he reached out, put his big hand on my shoulder and stopped the spinning.

"You're basically telling me you have been playing with yourself and it is all my fault, correct?"

I was quiet for a few seconds. Yes, I did it again. My mouth just opens and then before I know it my foot is in it. Thank goodness my feet aren't stinky because they're always ending up in my mouth.

"It isn't your fault that I was playing with myself. No, no, Sir. But it is because of you that I was. I can't help it, it just happens. I think of you, my panties get wet, my belly flutters down deep and before I know it...."

He laughed. "Slut. So show me how you masturbate at work for me, because of me."

I spun my chair around so that I was facing my desk, away from him, and slowly slid my hand down between my legs, knowing full well that he really wanted to watch me.

He gave the chair a little kick and I was facing him. My face lit up in child-like delight at the silliness.

"Now show me like I said." His firm voice hit my inner core and I melted.

Slowly my right hand was slipping down into my panties, sliding beneath the little lace material, and a finger grazed over my clit. Rubbing in small circles, I was self-conscious with him mere inches from me and watching so intently.

He started talking, telling me about his day and how his mother wants us to come over on Tuesday for dinner. I was getting distracted and flustered. I wanted to remember what he was telling me, but his voice was sexy and soothing and sensual. I really just wanted to orgasm.

I let a couple fingers delve inside my warm pussy, stroking and caressing. My left hand grabbed the bottom hem of my skirt and pulled it up to my mouth and I bit the soft material. Soon my fingers were slipping in and out, rubbing my swelling clit and my body was arching.

At some point my body slid down in the chair until I was almost on my knees with my ass resting barely on the edge of my chair. Muttering and moaning, my fingers worked my clit with experience and expertise as I became a puddle of sweet wetness there before his eyes.

I felt myself getting closer and I just wanted that wonderful release. In the distance somewhere I heard him talking, encouraging me and telling me what a dirty slut I am.

My head fell back against the rest of the chair and I started squirming. Biting my skirt and moaning into the material, my fingers were moving faster and plunging deeper and harder into my pussy. It was there, just right there and I wanted it.

Suddenly his hand was in my hair, tangling into the thick mass and telling me to stop as he pulled me up from the chair. It hurt and caught me off guard. I whimpered in protest of not obtaining that orgasm I needed. Wanted. Okay, wanted. My green eyes widened and I looked up at him. My chest was heaving and my cheeks were hot and pink.

He pushed me to my knees in front of him and his cock was instantly in my face. God, he has a way of letting that beautiful thing spring free like magic. I started to speak and was instantly cut off by him shoving my face into his groin and his cock down my throat, gagging me.

"Nasty little cocksucker, you don't need to talk and you certainly aren't going to cum again today."

His hand was still in my hair and he started pulling and pushing me on and off his cock. I could feel the wetness on my panties building. His hips were thrusting and he continued gagging me. Spit was dripping from my mouth, down my chin and onto my thighs and skirt.

I started stroking his cock with my left hand and tried to gain control of the actions. His cock was soaked and it made it easy for my hand to slide quickly over it, stroking it as he became harder in my hand. That didn't work for long.

"Hands off, sugar slut."

My hands fell down and my fingers were quickly digging into my thighs.

He was raping my mouth and having very little mercy. The make up I so delicately put on this morning was soon smeared as mascara ran down my cheeks mixing with the tears.

Both of his hands cupped my head and helped me work my pretty little mouth on his cock. His hips began moving faster and goose bumps ran over my body. I loved his cock and especially when it was inside my mouth. I couldn't wait for his release.

He was soon buried as far as he could down my throat and he was thrusting fast and hard. I had drool dripping and puddling and my hair was sticking to my face in places. My tongue was trying to swirl around his shaft, but it was difficult to do with the way he was gagging me and fucking my mouth.

I heard him grunt a few times and make some unintelligible noises just as he rammed his thick dick hard in my mouth, gripped my hair with force and exploded. I swallowed and gulped, almost purring as he fed me and held my head there for a few minutes.

He pushed me away and off of him. I landed on my rear and looked up at him, giggling a bit. My hair was a bit of a mess from his hand tangling it, black smeared down my cheeks and a look of obvious contentment lit up my face. I started to attempt to smooth down my hair.

"Leave it. And get back to work, harlot." he said with a playful grin.

I started for my chair, stopped and turned back to him, shifting a bit.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Please, may I have a kiss?"

He chuckled. "You think I want to kiss that dirty mouth?"

I nodded my head fast, smiling. "Oh, yes, Sir!!"

His fingers tapped his lips in approval and I quickly kissed him, surprised when he pulled me to him and held me there in a passionate kiss for a few seconds. Breaking the kiss, he spun me around, slapped my ass and sent me on my way.

That is how my afternoon should go every single day. Now I just have to find that bossman again. Oh, work.. yes, work, that's what I'm supposed to be doing.



All in a Day's Work



"So, what are you going to do for a living?" Vivian asked the young man who was visiting along with her son from college.

"I'm retired," Paul Redman replied with a grin.

"Uh, you're kind of young for that aren't you?" Vivian asked in confusion.

"Yes ma'am, I am."

Vivian's son, Cal, said, "Paul was a millionaire by the time he graduated high school."

"More like five million," Paul corrected.

"Five million by the time you graduated high school! You must be some kind of a genius," Vivian said in shock. She had never met anyone worth that much money.

"It was just luck," Paul said shyly. "I was playing around on my computer and came up with a program to streamline and synchronize robotic commands."

"Do you remember the fighting robot, Paul and I worked on back in high school?" Cal asked his mother.

"Sort of. I remember you talking excitedly about something to do with a robot but that's about it. At the time, I was more worried about keeping you in school, housed, and fed. Your father never did get any life insurance."

Cal frowned at the mention of his father. "Yeah, one big screw up after another," he said under his breath.

Vivian looked at her son sharply. "Don't be talking about him like that. He was a good man and did the best he could."

"Mom, he was a diver on the off shore drilling rigs. It's a dangerous job. Not having insurance for his family was irresponsible."

Vivian sighed and shook her head. Looking at Paul she asked, "Are you going to college with Cal?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What are you majoring in?"

"You mean besides, naked girls," Cal said with a chuckle.

Paul blushed and said, "I'm studying Art. I want to learn to draw and then to paint. It's something I've loved since I was five and my mother got me one of those paint by numbers kits of a farm scene."

"Hey, I remember that painting. It hung on your bedroom wall forever. I didn't know you painted it. I thought you bought it."

"Yeah, I painted it, if you can call following the directions and staying inside the lines painting."

"Everyone has to start somewhere," Vivian said smiling.

Paul nodded. "I'm taking Art appreciation and two drawing classes."

"Yeah, and I know the one you enjoy the most," Cal said with a big grin.

"Like, you wouldn't?" Paul asked his friend with a similar grin.

"I'd enjoy it as much as you do, even if I can't draw a lick."

"What class are you two talking about?" Vivian asked.

"Uh, it's a, uh, an anatomy type class." Paul replied with a blush.

Cal laughed. "That's a good way of saying they sit around drawing pictures of nude models."

"Hey, it's hard work," Paul protested. "Do you have any idea how many muscles make up a persons body and how they are all different? Not to mention how different they look on different people."

"It's a dirty job but someone has to do it, right," Cal said with a laugh.

"Cal, that's not fair. You know I take my drawing seriously, as seriously as you take your math and science."

"I had a nude drawing done of me one time," Vivian said with a faraway look in her eye.

"What!" Cal said with shock in his voice.

"Your face has good bone structure. You would make a very good model," Paul said softly.

"Hey, that's my mom you're talking about," Cal protested.

"I was told that before but it was many years ago. The bones may be good but time hasn't been good to me," Vivian said ignoring her son.

"Time has just added character to classic beauty," Paul told her.

Vivian grinned at Paul. "You're about as smooth a talker as that other guy was."

"But could he draw? Now, there is the question. Do you still have the picture?"

"It's in the attic, I think. I hid it there when I lived here with mother, back in my early college years. She would not have approved at all. A lot of other stuff was moved up there when mom died and we moved back home. I have no idea where it would be." 

"Maybe Cal and I could have a look later," Paul said looking at his friend.

"Yeah right, like I want to see a picture of my mother nude."

Paul laughed. "You sure don't have any problem looking at my drawings from class and some of those ladies are someone's mother."

"Yeah, but they are not my mother."

"Is there something wrong with your mother?" Vivian asked with raised eyebrows.

"Uh, well, no, but seeing you naked just isn't right."

"Uh huh, but looking at other woman naked is. Is that what you're saying?" Paul asked.

Cal looked from Paul to his mom and back again. "Well, uh, no, but they are not my mother."

Vivian grinned and said, "I think some lunch is in order."

*****

After lunch, the picture was forgotten as the boys ended up in the garage rehashing stories and times with Cal's robot. Vivian finished some laundry and ended up in the living room reading. She lost track of time in the book and was startled when Cal called to her as he headed for the front door.

"I'll see you later, I have a date tonight."

Vivian started to ask what time he would be home but changed it to, "Have a good time and be careful." Cal was almost twenty and she had to force herself to remember that. Where had the time gone?

"I'm always careful, mom. Never prudent but always careful." Cal replied with a wave and a big grin as he went out the door.

Vivian sighed and returned to her book. As she read, something nagged at the back of her mind. Finally, she closed the book and sat looking across the room, deep in thought. Then she realized that Paul had not been with Cal. That thought reminded her of the picture.

*****

Several hours later, Vivian still had not found the drawing. She sat down in her moms old rocker and propped her bare feet up on a trunk. She took a moment to fan her long skirt and then the bottom of her blouse. The attic was hot and she should have changed before coming up.

"Did you find it?" Paul asked with just his head sticking through the floor where the stairs led up to the attic. He had a grin on his face. Vivian was sitting at an angle that had given him a good view of her bare thighs as she fanned the skirt. She had damn nice legs for an older lady.

Vivian had jumped at the sound of Paul's voice. She had forgotten he was downstairs. "Uh, no. There is just too much junk and it was so long ago."

"It couldn't have been that long ago," Paul said softly.

"It was before Cal was born." Vivian paused and frowned. "You had to remind me, I'll be forty next month."

"You don't look forty. Do you feel forty?" Paul asked climbing on up the stairs.

Vivian watched the tall young man, as he appeared to emerge from the floor. He was on the thin side but his arms and shoulders showed good definition. The black sleeveless t-shirt he had on wasn't tight fitting but it showed off his chest.

There was a small catch in her breathing as his lower half came into view. Very short, soft, gray shorts accented his strong thighs. He must ride a bike, Vivian thought as her eyes went to his equally muscular calves.

As her eyes came back up, he turned to face her. Her eyes paused on the front of the shorts and the bulge that showed. She looked away quickly as she felt her face grow warm. "Sometimes, I feel a hundred," she whispered in answer to his question.

"They say age is a state of mind. I can see where that is true. If you think you're young then you will be," Paul said thoughtfully.

"The only problem with that is the fact that life wears you down and out. The harder life is, the quicker it happens." Vivian replied.

Changing the subject, Paul asked, "How big a drawing was it? Was it on paper or a canvas?"

"It was a canvas, a long narrow one." Vivian replied. "It was covered with a smooth off white paint. I remember the pencil lines were faint but the ink he used was bold and sharp."

"Ah, a pen and ink drawing."

"Yes, he did the pencil drawing one night and then a few days later called me to come see the finished drawing. I was shocked by how so few lines could show so much of me." Vivian paused to grin. "Not that there was so much of me back then."

Paul walked over to sit on the trunk next to Vivian's feet. "Did you wrap it in anything?"

Vivian thought a moment and then jumped up and hurried toward the back of the attic. "I can be so forgetful sometimes," she said as she dug through a high shelf covered with stacks of old cloth. A moment later, she pulled a long rectangle down wrapped in light blue cloth. 

"My mom was short so I figured she would never see anything wrapped in cloth up that high," she said as she unwrapped the drawing. She tossed the cloth over her shoulder and held the drawing out at arms length.

After a moment, she shivered and lowered the picture. "That's me alright, in all my radiant glory," she said and then laughed. "I remember feeling so grown up, beautiful, and sexy as I lay there on that chaise lounge naked. His eyes on me made my nipples ache and my...."

Paul could see the older woman blush even as far away as she was and as dim as the light was. He grinned as his mind finished her sentence. "Modeling can be highly erotic," he said aloud.

"Yes, it can and yes it was," Vivian replied with a far away look in her eyes.

"Can I see?" Paul asked softly.

Vivian didn't move or reply for nearly a minute and then she gave a little jerk and sighed deeply. Looking down at the drawing she whispered, "I'm not sure that would be a good thing. Cal would have a fit if he found out I let you see it."

"I won't tell him, if you won't," Paul said with a grin. 

Vivian looked at Paul for a moment and then said, "I've never shown this to anyone and this is just the third time I've looked at it since the night I hid it. I can't even remember thinking about it since I got married." 

She paused and looked down at the drawing again. After a minute or so, she said, "Back then I often wondered what it would be like to show this to someone. I guess now is as good a time to find out as any." 

With that said, she turned and walked to where Paul sat. She held the picture close to her chest for a moment and then moaned softly as she handed the picture to him.

The picture was face down to Paul as he took it. Looking up at the older woman he asked, "Are you sure you want me to see? I can hand it back and you can wrap it up and put it away."

Vivian shifted her weight from one foot to the other and then shook her head. "Please, look at it."

Paul slowly turned the picture over and then let out a soft whistle of appreciation. Someone had done an excellent job of capturing love and lust in a few dozen bold lines. Vivian had moaned softly and covered her face at his whistle. Paul smiled up at her and whispered, "This is one of the best works I think I've ever seen. Do you by any chance remember the guys name?"

Vivian shook her head but kept her face covered.

Paul returned his eyes to the drawing. This time he looked at the subject instead of the style and sweep of the lines. "He had a gorgeous subject I must say. Any artist would be hard put to capture your grace and beauty."

Vivian giggled from behind her hands and then peeked out between two of her fingers. "I thought he told all the naked girls on that chaise lounge the same exact thing."

"In your case it was not a line, believe me," Paul whispered as he brought the picture closer and looked for a signature. Finding none, he sighed. "Too bad it's not signed, it might be worth a lot of money as this guy had loads of talent. Natural talent." 

Vivian dropped her hands to her sides and said, "His first name was Carl but I don't know if I ever even heard his last name. He was in school with me for part of the year and then he disappeared."

"I'll have to do some research and see what I can come up with," Paul said slowly as he studied the lines closely. The light pencil marks were still there in places and only added depth to the drawing.

Handing the drawing back to Vivian, he said, "I just wish I had half his talent."

"I'm sure you have talent of your own, if you have the desire to paint."

"Desire and talent are two separate things," Paul said standing up. "This guy saw things as lines that went just so. That cannot be taught. It can be learned but it could take some of us a lifetime."

Vivian looked at her picture and smiled. "I think I will hang this on the wall above my bed."

Paul chuckled and then grinned. "Cal will have a fit."

Vivian looked Paul in eyes and whispered, "This is my house and it is my bedroom, I'll hang what I want, where I want." She paused and grinned. "Anyway, he doesn't go in my bedroom very often."

Paul laughed and shook his head. "Need some help?"

"Maybe some moral support." She glanced down at the picture and added, "Maybe that should be immoral support."

"Morality is in the eye of the beholder," Paul said as he turned and headed for the narrow steep stairs.

Vivian followed and then handed down the picture to him. She turned off the light and then turned to climb down the stairs. She had always felt safer going down backwards so she could hold onto the steps. Why a handrail had never been installed, she didn't know.

*****

It took Vivian a half hour to find a picture hanging kit. She knew she had one but could not remember where it was stored. Two junk draws and two closets later, she found it. It only took Paul half the time to install it on the back of the frame.

*****

Paul stood in the middle of her bed holding the picture against the wall as she decided how high to hang it. She finally decided on a spot two feet above her tall headboard. Paul drove a screw in the wall and hung the picture.

Vivian stood at the foot of the bed staring at the picture as Paul climbed down and joined her. "You look good up there," he said softly.

With a light blush, Vivian replied, "Yes, I do."

"One day when I get a lot better than I am now, I'd like to draw you in that same pose," Paul whispered.

Vivian felt her face grow even warmer as she remembered that night posing for the picture and what had happened afterwards. For some reason Paul's face kept slip in here and there. She finally had to fan her face and turn away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"You didn't embarrass me, I did that all on my own," Vivian whispered softly. 

"I don't understand."

"Memories can be wonderful things but they can also embarrass you if you let them. I was thinking of the night that was drawn and things that happened later."

"Ah," Paul said as the light above his head came on. "I take it, you two made love afterwards."

Vivian laughed and nodded. "That's one way of putting it. Mutual rape would have been closer to the truth." Having said that, she stiffened suddenly as she realized what she had said. "I mean.... I.... Uh..." she stammered in horror.

Paul laughed. "You're not telling any secrets that I hadn't already guessed. That look on your face in the drawing tells it's own story. A story of love and lust that can't and won't be denied."

Vivian looked at the painting from over her shoulder. Her eyes zeroed in on just the face and she shivered hard. Yes, there was definitely lust there but it overlaid a softer loving look also. She had never realized how much she had loved Carl until after he disappeared.

"Was he your first love?"

Vivian turned and looked at the young man next to her. He asked very pointed questions in such an offhanded way that they seem almost natural to answer. She knew he was about her son's age but he seemed much older, more mature.

"I think you should be studying psychology." She replied with a grin.

Paul smiled and said, "I've been told that before."

"Yes, he was my first love and my first lover. I'd had crushes before but I had always been too self conscious and shy to do anything about them."

Paul nodded. "That's about what I figured. Most people think beautiful women are wholly self confident, but exactly the opposite is true most of the time."

"Is that from experience or observation," Vivian asked with a grin as she hoped to turn the tables and put him on the spot.

"Pure observation. My personal experience with women beautiful or not is very limited." Paul replied without missing a beat.

"How much experience are we talking about?"

Paul grinned and shook his head. "Limited."

Vivian laughed and turned to sit on the end of the bed. "That's no fair, I answered your questions."

"And I answered yours. I'm a gentleman after all so I don't kiss and tell."

"That's good to know," Vivian whispered and then blushed deeply.

Paul laughed and sat down next to the older woman. "You blush at the damnedest things. You're as bad as my sixteen year old sister and nearly as much fun to tease."

"I was married to the only other man I ever made love to for nearly fifteen years, so my worldly experience is, as you said, very limited." 

Vivian paused a moment and then asked, "Why is your experience so limited? You are an extremely handsome young man and rich. The woman should be falling all over themselves to get to you."

Paul nodded and then sighed deeply. "That's the problem. I can never tell if they are interested in me or my money. I don't play games and I hate people who do or try to anyway."

"Oh. I see. I hadn't thought of it that way. That could definitely be a problem and a romance killer."

Changing the subject, Paul asked, "Your husband died five years ago, if I did the math right, so why are you still alone?"

Vivian shrugged. "I've thought about getting back in the dating game but I don't have a clue where to start and...." Vivian let the sentence trail off as she again found herself saying more to this young man than she ever had to anyone else.

"And the thought of putting yourself out there scares the crap out of you," Paul finished the sentence for her.

Vivian chuckled and nodded. "That's one of the reasons."

"What are the others?"

With a sigh, Vivian looked at the young man next to her. Although it felt good to be talking to someone, she wasn't sure Paul was the right one to be spilling her guts too. She was still trying to make up her mind as Paul turned and looked at the painting.

"You're still that girl up there you know, just an older model with more experience and a better grasp on life in general," Paul said softly as though he were thinking out loud.

"But that girl didn't have a twenty year old son, not to mention stretch marks," Vivian said with a grin. 

Paul looked at the older woman and nodded. "Cal can be.... Well, protective is a good word."

Vivian laughed softly and nodded back. "Yes, that is a good word. He rants and raves about how his father screwed up but he loved his dad and me looking for a replacement might not go over too well at all."

Paul looked thoughtful for a second and then shook his head. "Maybe not. I think he loves you more than anything and your happiness would matter to him."

"My happiness? Now there is a can of worms I don't want to open," Vivian muttered under her breath.

"Most people feel the same way I think. They look after others and help friends and family but they never think about themselves."

Vivian sighed as she nodded her head. "I understand that completely."

"Maybe you need a friend," Paul said as he slipped his arm around Vivian's shoulders and pulled her closer. "Someone to look after you for a change."

Vivian stiffened slightly and then allowed her upper body to be moved closer to the young man next to her. When she laid her head on his shoulder, she sighed softly and relaxed. "That would be so nice," she whispered softly, dreamily.

After several minutes, Paul asked, "You don't remember me from years ago, do you?"

"Yes and no," Vivian replied and then added, "You were Cal's friend, the tall skinny kid with glasses and braces on his teeth. You lived down the street three houses and your dad drove an old red pickup truck."




All in a Day's Work



There was silence and then Vivian shook her head. "That's about it, I'm sorry to say. Life was so.... I guess hectic and in turmoil is the best way to describe it. I didn't know if I was coming or going half the time."

Paul sighed and whispered, "Hectic and in turmoil is a great way to describe it. My mom passed away right after we moved into the house down the street. I was like nine. After her death, my dad's and my life were that way. Then I met Cal and we became friends...." Paul let the sentence trail off.

Vivian sat up and looked at the young man next to her. "I'm sorry to hear about your mom. I never met her but I'll bet she was a great mother. She sure raised a great son."

Paul nodded solemnly and then smiled shyly. "A lot of people would disagree whole heartedly with the use of great and me in the same sentence. Most of them are related to me."

Vivian studied the young man for a moment and then grinned. "The money again, I take it."

Paul looked away and whispered, "That and the fact that I can be a total asshole at times. I get so tired of people and their games. I feel like just giving it all away sometimes."

"You earned it, so why should you have to do that?"

"You don't understand, it would make my life so much easier," Paul said with a shake of his head. 

"Who told you life was supposed to be easy? You get out of life what you put into it," Vivian said sharply, more sharply than she meant to in any case.

Paul's head turned and there was anger in his eyes for a split second. Then he seemed to collapse a little as he sighed. "You're right of course but it still sucks to be me sometimes."

Vivian chuckled and nodded. "Yes, it probably does. Money is necessary but it can be a pain in the ass when you haven't got it or in you case, you have too much."

Paul turned and looked up at the picture above Vivian's bed. "This is supposed to be a happy time for you to enjoy after finding your panting. Not a time for my neurotic paranoid ramblings."

Vivian grinned, leaned over, and placed her head on the young man's shoulder, as she said, "That's what friends are for, to listen to your ramblings or your happy cheers."

Paul sighed, put his arms around Vivian, and hugged her tightly. "So we are friends now?"

When Vivian nodded, Paul chuckled and whispered, "Did I forget to tell you that I had the biggest crush on you out of all Cal's friends back in high school."

"No, you didn't tell me that." Vivian paused a second and she smiled as she said, "I guess you just did, didn't you. It was probably just a missing your mom thing."

Paul chuckled again and said, "No, I don't think that was it. I think it had more to do with those short shorts and tight t-shirts you used to wear during the summer. You were the hottest mom in the neighborhood."

Vivian laughed and looked around at Paul. The next thing she knew, they were kissing softly, gently. He was a very good kisser in a shy hesitant way. She started to pull back but didn't. With a soft moan, she gave into the kiss, her first in over five years.

The kiss grew more aggressive on both sides until they were lying on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. With a deep moan, Vivian broke the kiss and shook her head. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"No, we shouldn't," Paul whispered as he pulled her head back down and kissed her again.

Vivian moaned softly as her tongue dueled with his. Her arms snaked under his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair as she moved over on top of him. The feel of Paul's strong hands roaming over her back made her head swim. When one hand slipped under her shirt and contacted bare skin, she moaned even louder. 

She was shaking this time as she broke the kiss and looked down into the young man's eyes. "I... I can't do this. You're Cal's friend and young enough to be my son, also," she whispered but his hand moving over the bare skin of her back made her whimper softly.

It was his turn to groan as she lifted her knees to the bed and sat down straddling his hip. He could feel the heat of her sex pressing against his stiff manhood even through the cloth of her dress and his shorts. She suddenly made a soft gasping sound as she felt the ridge of his manhood press against her sex.

They both groaned as she shifted her hips slowly from side to side. She started to get up but his hands on her hips stopped her. "Please, please stay right there," he whispered urgently. "I want to do something for you. I want to give you pleasure, to make you feel alive and wanted. It doesn't matter what you give me, but I do want to make you happy."

Vivian whimpered softly as her hips started to move slightly from front to back. "I... I can't," she whispered halfheartedly as her hips moved even more.

"Yes. Yes, you can," Paul whispered as he reached up and started to unbutton her blouse.

She watched his fingers working the buttons as her hips continued to move. Her clit was rubbing on the cloth between them. She whimpered softly but did not move to stop him from unbuttoning her shirt. When it was undone, she shrugged her shoulders as he took it off her and tossed it onto the bed.

She stiffened and stopped moving as his hands came around to fumble with the back of her bra. After a few seconds of fumbling, she reached up and undid the clasp, which was in the front. She held the bra closed as his hands came back to her hips. 

"I told you I didn't have a lot of experience," he whispered with a shy grin.

With a chuckle, Vivian released the clasp with both hands and the bra sprang open. The edge of the fabric rubbed across her stiff hard nipples as it did. Her upper body gave a little jerk as she made a soft gasping sound at the pleasure. Her nipples had not been so hard or sensitive in a very long time.

Paul just lay there with an awestruck expression on his face. Her breasts look a little fuller than in the drawing but they were still firm and proud. "Just beautiful," he whispered softly.

Vivian chuckled sharply and shook her head. "You need your eyes examined and I need my head examined for doing this."

His hands moved slowly up her waist and then across her lower ribs to end up an inch below her breasts. He paused them there and looked up at her face. "I want to caress them and tease them and then I want to lick and suck on them." 

With a soft groan, Vivian found herself nodding her head. His hands were trembling slightly as they moved up so his fingertips could trace the outline of each breast slowly. Vivian arched her back at his touch and leaned her head back taking a hissing breath in sharply. The feathery light motion of his fingertips shot bolts of pleasure through her nipples and straight to her sex. 

Vivian's hips started to move as his hands first caressed and then massaged her breasts gently. When he held then tighter and rolled her nipples around with his thumbs, she groaned loudly and arched her back even more. She shivered all over and her hips moved erratically from the shear pleasure coursing through her body.

No one had touched her body except herself in over five years and now she was nearing overload under this young man's touch. It would not take much more for her to come and that both excited her and scared her at the same time.

Paul's hands moved around to her shoulder blades as he sat up. When he sucked her right nipple into his warm wet mouth, Vivian gave a soft yell and came. The orgasm seemed to roll on and on as he sucked her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. His swirling his tongue around it and over the breast he had in his mouth, just sent her higher.

Her orgasm was starting to slack off when he switched nipples and she shot upward again, her hips jerking even harder against the hard ridge of his manhood. Now the orgasm seemed to center in her nipple and her clit. She gave out with another soft yell as she moved her hips faster and harder against him.

*****

Vivian came back to her senses lying on top of Paul. She was breathing hard and making soft whimpering noises ever so often. His arms were around her and holding her tightly. There seemed to be a golden glowing cloud surrounding her mind. It gave her a floating feeling inside and made her smile.

Paul kissed her hair and whispered, "Welcome back."

A soft giggle escaped Vivian's lips before she could stop it. She felt happy and giddy like a schoolgirl instead of a widowed forty year old. She sighed and snuggled closer to Paul. "I'm not real sure where here is at this point in time but I'm glad to be here," she whispered softly.

"That makes two of us," Paul whispered in reply.

*****

A while later, Vivian sighed deeply and pushed up onto her elbows. She brushed her lips against Paul's briefly and then sat up slowly. Looking down at him with a smile on her face she said, "Thank you, I've needed that for a long time."

Paul smiled back at her and whispered, "You are very, very welcome. I needed this also."

Vivian gave him a confused look and then said, "Oh yeah, that suspicion thing."

Paul grinned and then chuckled. "No, not that. The old fantasy from when I was here before."

Vivian grinned and leaned over to kiss him gently. Sitting back up she said, "Then it was my pleasure."

"Not all of it," he said with an embarrassed look. "I seemed to have made a pretty big mess in these shorts."

Vivian grinned and whispered, "There is a pretty big wet spot in the front of my dress, if I'm not mistaken and that came from me."

Paul grinned up at her and whispered, "Good, then it was a good days work for both of us."

Vivian laughed softly and laid back down on top of the young man. "Yes, all in a day's work," she whispered softly.

*****

A while later, Vivian asked sleepily, "What have you got planned for tomorrow?"

Paul made a noise in his throat and whispered, "Cal has plans for us to double date at the lake."

Vivian glanced at the clock on the nightstand and gave a little jerk. It was a few minutes after midnight. When had it gotten that late, she wondered. "Do you know what time it is?" she asked as she sat up quickly. She groaned softly as several muscles protested.

"Cal doesn't usually come in until after three, if that is what you are worried about," Paul said as he sat up and put his arms around the older woman. 

"Yes, but that is at school, not here at home," Vivian protested.

He pulled back on her shoulders as he leaned forward. She arched her back and then gave a jerk and a moan as he licked her left nipple. "No fair," she whispered with a hissing breath as he licked it again.

Moving his head to the left, he licked her right nipple, which brought out another hissing breath. He licked it again and her back arched more, sticking her breast out father. "That's no fair," she hissed and then she moaned loudly as he sucked that nipple in and swirled his tongue around it. 

Her hands found his head and pushed against it. A moment later, he let her move his head as he held suction on the end of her breast. It came out with a slurping sound and a groan from Vivian. "If you keep being bad, I'm going to have to send you to your room," she said a moment later.

"What if I just stay in your room?" Paul asked with a grin.

"That can't happen with the possibility of Cal being around and you know it."

Paul sighed and whispered, "I had to give it the old college try," he said. Then he leaned forward and planted a kiss between her breasts. Raising his head, he smiled and looked into the older woman's eyes. "If I'm going to leave then you need to get off my lap."

Vivian giggled and nodded. "Uh, yeah, you might be right but it is so comfy here."

Paul scooted forward suddenly and stood up with Vivian in his arms, her legs locked around his hips. "Now I can walk," he said with a grin. "But I don't think Cal would approve of his mother clinging to me as I went to the bathroom for a shower. Especially since she is topless."

Vivian laughed and let go with her legs. Paul slowly lowered her to the floor and then let go. As she stepped back, her eyes dropped to the large wet spot in his shorts. She pulled the front of her dress up and stared at the large wet spot on the front of it. 

"It looks like we both are going to need a shower and laundry," she said looking up at Paul's face. When he grinned broadly, she added, "Separately."

"Spoilsport," he whispered and then he winked at her. "Would you like the shower first or second?"

"I have my own bathroom," Vivian said.

"Ah. Then I guess I need to say goodnight."

"That might be a good idea," Vivian said softly. "One part of me agrees with that and then another part of me wants you back in my bed." When Paul reached for her, she grinned and danced away. "Then there is Cal who could be home any minute."

Paul sighed and then nodded. "I understand. I wish it wasn't so but I do understand. He is my best friend and I would not want to screw that up. He is one of the few I can trust completely."

Vivian nodded as Paul turned toward the door. He paused with the knob in his hand and blew her a kiss. Vivian returned it and then said, "Wait," as he started to close the door.

She put her hands behind her back as she said, "Thank you for helping me find the drawing and for helping me hang it. It suddenly means a lot to me."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure."

He started to close the door again and Vivian once again said, "Wait." He paused and looked at her. "I have one more thing to show you and then I want you to close the door and go get a shower."

"And what might that be?" Paul asked and then his eyes got wide as her skirt fell to the floor. His eyes ran up and down her body and then jumped to the drawing on the wall. Looking back at her, he smiled and said, "Beautiful, just beautiful." Then he closed the door.

Vivian bent at the waist and picked up the skirt, slinging it over her shoulder. Naked, she walked across the room to the bathroom door putting one foot in front of the other. Her hips swiveled and swayed provocatively as she did. At the door, she paused and looked at the bedroom door with a half smile on her face.

"And thank you from the bottom of my heart you beautiful, beautiful young man." With that said, she went into the bathroom for a long hot shower.



All In A Days Work



He smiled at her as he passed her the change. His hand touching hers as he emptied the coins to her. She looked up and flashed her bright green eyes at him. His heart skipped a beat and stomach flipped. 'Is she flirting with me?' He thought.

"Thank you very much," he said, "have a good day."

"Sorry to bother you some more Richard, but I don't suppose you could drop it round for me do you? I have more shopping to get and don't think I can manage it all."

"Not a problem Lorrinda. I'll drop it off in my lunch hour. Will you be in about 12.30?"

"I will make I am. What do you drink? Tea or coffee? I will have the kettle on."

"Coffee. White no sugar please. Just leave your bags and I will bring them round."

"You're such a polite young man. Not everyone would be this kind to an old lady like me!" she said with a smile and a wink.

'My god, she is flirting with me.' Richard thought with a smile.

"Next please." And on he continued with his work. Serving customer after customer on the never ending conveyer belt of a convenience store.

12.25 came round and Richard finally left the till, went to get his coat and collected Lorrinda's bags from the chiller. "No rush to get back Richard. Remember the customer always comes first here."

"Thanks boss. Will be back as soon as I can." He shouted back as he left the store.

Lorrinda only left 5 minutes away; slowly Richard walked round the corner and headed to her house. Feeling slightly nervous as he saw her house a little further along the road his paced slowed as he thought about what to say to her.

As he reached the door, he found it open. And a voice from inside the house shouted "Come in. I'm in the kitchen. Just follow the hall to the end and you will find me. Close the door when you come in."

Richard followed the instructions and knocked the door shut with his elbow. He heard the latch lock click into place locking the door behind him. Walking down the hall he looked around at this impressive house. He had heard that Lorrinda had money but was never really aware of how well off she was.

The tiled stone floor was polished to within an inch of its life, the furniture, large and old stood sentry like either side of the hall, guarding their mistress with their imposition. The bags now seemed full of lead as Richard continued down the hall, past the large staircase towards the end door. The house was silent apart from the faint humming coming from the kitchen.

Opening the door with his hip, he practically fell into the kitchen. Stumbling, he finally fell sprawled on the floor at Lorrinda's feet. Looking up from her feet he finally took in this lady who he had thought about all morning.

Her peep toe shoes, the painted pedicured toe nails of a woman of wealth, stockinged legs, the skirt that ends just above the knee, the cream blouse and the hair freshly coifed.

"It's been too long since a young man has thrown themselves at my feet", she giggled, "and with all my shopping too." She took a long pull on her menthol cigarette and expelled a plume of silvery smoke from her nostrils.

Smiling, Richard got to his feet. "Sorry about that, I hope I haven't broken anything."

"If you have I will have to take it out of your body!" came the reply. The smile gone from Lorrinda's mouth.

Richard was confused. Not knowing how to handle such a situation he reverted back to his customer service training that he had received in the store. "Sorry madam, I'm sure that if I have broken anything I will replace it for you. Once again. My apologies."

"I don't want your apologies. If you have broken anything I will take the cost from your body. Now check the shopping."

Richard heaved the bags onto the worktop as Lorrinda sat there smoking her cigarettes. Empting the bags he checked each item for breaks or damage. Anything that was broken or unusable he put to one side. The other things he put away as ordered by Lorrinda. Who sat there staring at him, her eyes boring holes into him.

Finally with the good shopping away it was time to add up the cost. Marking off the good against the receipt Lorrinda finally tallied up what was owed by Richard.

"Mmmmmm, it seems that you owe me £8.59 in services for the shopping you have broken or damaged. How are you going to repay me what is owed?"

"I can get you replacements from the shop madam. It will take me 5 minutes if you would like."

"NO! I want to take it from you." Standing up Lorrinda unbuttoned her blouse to expose a pair of large sagging tits being held up in a beautiful light blue lace bra. Her areole and nipples clearly visible through the delicate lace.

"Come here. As you have damaged my goods you have to make up their value. I will decide what I want you to do and a value for each of the activities. First, come over here and rub your big hands all over my tits. You need to make my nipples hard if you want to remove some of the debt you owe me."

Richard couldn't believe his ears. This woman wanted him to pleasure her as a punishment. Slowly Richard walked over to her and gently stroked her shoulders, running his hands and fingers down over the front of her bra. His hands reaching under her breasts and lifting them, weighing them. Working his way back up, softly brushing her nipples through the lace. He felt her shiver slightly.

Now, slipping the straps off her shoulders, he pulled down the front of her bra, exposing her white flesh and dark brown nipples. His fingers expertly brushing around her areole, circling towards her hardening nipples.

"Suck them." Lorrinda ordered. "Suck on my tits like a newborn. Feed from me."

Richard bowed his head towards her ample chest, flicking his tongue out he caught her nipple. Goose bumps erupted over Lorrinda's aged flesh, her nipple, now bullet like pointing down her slightly flabby waist.

Sucking her nipple deep into his mouth he hears her groan in delight. It feels like he's going to suck her tits off, she holds his head to her breast "suck hard. Make it hurt." Lorrinda grunted at him.

With her other hand she undoes the zip on her skirt. Shimmying her hips, it drops to the floor. The pain of her nipple still in Richard's mouth as she shakes makes her gasp and push a hand to her crotch running her palm over the tight fabric.

"Good boy, now that must be 10 pence off the debt, You managed to get these old nipples hard" she says, standing there now pulling her own nipples with force, lifting the weight of her hefty udders by the nipple.

"Now, let's see how we can get some more of the debt off. Come with me."

Dutifully Richard followed her out of the kitchen. Assessing the large swaying hips in front of him, her bum covered in a pair of fine lace knickers, with a suspender belt attached holding up a pair of tan stockings with a lace band around the top. His cock now hard at the thought of what is happening to him and what is about to happen.

Down the hall way, he followed her, and into a little parlour, the furniture old and saggy, reminding Richard of his demanding customer. "Now to get rid of some more of that debt. Kneel here." She pointed to the floor in front of a large comfortable sofa. Richard did as he was told.

Lorrinda sat down. "Now you have my tits wanting you, you have to make my cunt want you! Do what you think you need to make me want to fuck you."

There she sat, watching him, waiting for him to satisfy his debt and her. Taking a cigarette from the table beside her she lit it. Drawing a long pull, blowing out in Richard's direction. "Well. What are you waiting for?"

Richard grabbed hold of each knee and pulled apart her thighs. There was no resistance from her. Just a plume of smoke rising from her mouth. Richard rubbed his hands over the inside of her stockinged thighs, up to the band of soft white flesh. He smiled. He remembered his father calling it "the 'giggle band' once you get past there your laughing son".

Now massaging the flesh near her hole he could smell the expensive perfume she used, the laundry powder that she used coming from her freshly laundered knickers and the smell of her menthol cigarettes. Richard thought his cock could not get much harder.

His hands running lightly over the flesh of this old dominant woman. His fingers brushing against the edges of her tight lacy knickers as she sits watching him, smoking a cigarette and pulling hard on her nipples.

"For fucks sake! Rub my cunt! You're not going to make me want you if you are just going to piss about." She shouted at him.

Dutifully he placed his hand on her mound, and started running his fingers along her slit. Lorrinda shuffles forward and opens her legs a little wider to give him greater access, her knickers now stretched across her hole he can see the outline of her pussy, her saggy labia sticking out of the side.

Rubbing her now through her knickers he hears her moan as the sensation filters throughout her old body. "Go on." she urges "Keep rubbing me. It feels so nice. A young boy like you rubbing my old cunt."

Richard stops and with a hand either side of her knickers he tugs. Lorrinda's legs come together and rose. As he pulls them off her sees her old gash. The hairs, wispy, grey and thinning around her sex. Her labia with its own pout. She puts her legs back on the floor and Richard opens them up again, his fingers unpeeling her labia. Opening her up, he smells her scent. The muskiness of her rising into his nose. His tongue runs over her lips, tasting an old woman for the first time, pleasantly surprised, he continues to run his tongue over her slit. Starting at the bottom her licks long on her., ending at her hardening clit. The moans of appreciation knowing that he is doing a good job.

His tongue now stroking her as she lights another cigarette nonchalantly. Her stomach now feels the effects of his attention on her clit. Flipping with every flick of her clit. She wants to feel something inside her, playing with her.

"Richard. You need to get some of this on your fingers and put it inside me. Hold out your hand."

Richard held out his hand as she squirted some jelly type substance on his hand. Doing as he was told her rubbed the lotion into her. Instantly transforming her hole into a slippery damp mess. "Now push your fingers into me, while you eat my clit."

Eagerly now, Richard pushed 2 fingers into her saggy, old hole, locking his mouth onto her clit and sucked it deep into his mouth. The gasps from Lorrinda came thick and fast as Richard pushed his fingers in and out of her, helped by the lube, finding her spot.

Lorrinda's stomach was a complete knot of sexual tension. For the first time in years she was being finger fucked by a man. With the thought of what delights she could get from this young man between her legs. She felt it explode out of her. Gripping his head between her legs she let out a yell. All her muscles cramping at once, gripping to his fingers inside her, pulling his head deep into her cunt, she climaxed, wave after wave of her juice ran from her gash onto Richard face. His fingers still pushed deep inside her.

Drinking from her now he could not help himself. Undoing his trousers, he releases his hard cock from the captivity his boxers. Taking his thick member in his hand he starts to pump it as he continues to eat her.

"Stand up!" came the order. Richard continued to eat away at her cunt and push his fingers in and out of the old woman. "Stand up!" this time more forcefully. She pulls Richard's hair and his head comes away from her throbbing, exhausted hole. His fingers slide out of her with an audible squelch.

"I said stand up!" Richard stood up. His trousers falling down to his ankles. "Well, well, well. Can't keep your cock in your trousers can you, you dirty little boy. Where do you think your going to put that?" she asked.

"I don't know! Maybe in your cunt" came the cocky reply

"How dare you speak to me like that?" Lorrinda roared. "You filthy little boy. Do you think that I would allow you to put that inside my beautifully pampered cunt? I think not."

With that she reached out and grabbed his balls, tugging hard she pulled him towards her. "You have a beautiful cock!" she lamented, "But it isn't going to be emptying itself in my cunt."

Rubbing his balls in her hand, his cock twitching she shook another cigarette out of the packet, stuck it into her lipsticked mouth, lit it and inhaled deeply.

"Nothing better than a cigarette after having a boy make you come! Now, what to do with you?" Lorrinda mused.

Taking a deep drag on her cigarette, she pulled his cock towards her mouth. Pointing his cock towards her she sucked the head of his hard penis into her mouth. He could feel the cool smoke in her mouth as she sucked on his member. Her head now gently bobbing up and down on his cock, he reaches down and grabs one of her nipples, still hard, and gently tugs at it.

Taking his cock in her hand now, not his balls, she wanks him into her old mouth. The length of his cock sliding into her mouth, being removed only to fill her lungs with smoke. Blowing it over his cock. He can feel the welling up in his balls as he is getting near his own end.

Pulling hard on her tits she gasps as he pushes his cock deep into her mouth. She swallows the end of his cock and he shudders, she is going to make him cum.

Now wanking his hard cock she takes the twitching hardness out of her mouth and gets ready for him. Wanking him over her huge saggy tits. She wants to see if she can milk this young man.

One hand on his cock the other stroking his bum, she feels him tense and with a grunt and a spasm he shoots his first load of hot sperm onto her tits. Removing the hand from his bum she rubs it onto her pendulous breast. The next squirt shoots out onto her neck, still pumping his hard cock she points it at her face and gets a wad on her lips. Tasting him she finally puts his cock back in her mouth to take the last push form his balls. Sucking him hungrily until he finally softens in her wet, warm mouth.

"Come and sit down with me." He sat down next to her. "Look at the mess you have made on me now." He looked at her old body, sitting next to him. To his surprise his cock started to harden again. "I think that for us to cancel anymore of this debt perhaps we need to tidy up first." Putting an arm around him she guided his head towards her chest. "Eat you cum off me!" she demanded. 



All in a Day's Work



I moved into this small town not too long ago. I got a job at the local factory, as the first aid attendant. I've only been working here, for about two weeks. I haven't really had a chance to get to know anyone here. I've been so busy trying to get settled into my apartment...and my job. It seems that both the previous tenant, and my predecessor at work, had one thing in common...they were SLOBS! But, after a couple of weeks, I got everything together. Things were going just like my last job. Everything was flowing smoothly. Until I saw you, that is...I look up from my desk, see you, and feel as if my heart stopped. You are absolutely stunning. You look flawless as you stand there. 

"Hi. How can I help you?" I ask. I can tell you are uncomfortable, by the look on your face. You tell me your back is hurting. I ask you to sit and try to get comfortable, while I get the paper work together. I ask you what happened, and you say "I had to lift a heavy box, and I felt something go pop." I ask if you could point to where it hurts. You stand up. But as you do, you notice that I'm not looking at your eyes. I am gazing at your nice tits. Not too big, not too small, just right. I just can't help myself...you are hypnotically beautiful. You don't say anything. In fact you pretend not to notice. You turn, and lift the back of your shirt. I can see you are wearing a black bra. --I love the color black-- Just the sight of it is making my cock start to swell. But, you have your back to me, so it's easy to hide. I am doing everything I can to keep this professional. I swear my bottom lip is starting to bleed as I bite into it.

You tell me it feels as if you have pulled a muscle in the middle of your back. I place my hand on your back, and you direct me to the center of the pain. I begin to feel the area in question, and find a large knot, just below your right shoulder blade. I start to massage it, in order to relieve some of the discomfort.

"Ohhh, that feels good. Press harder," you tell me. So I lean into you with a bit more authority. You let out a deep moan. I must be doing something right, so I continue kneading away at your back. You stop me for a second saying, "Here. Let me undo this for you to get it out of your way." You reach behind and undo your bra. I think to myself, "I must be dreaming! Is this for real?!" After a brief moment, I realize it is.

I continue trying to keep my composure, but the perfume you are wearing is driving me crazy! I can't help myself any longer. I lean in and kiss the side of your neck, ever so gently. You tilt your head to the side and let out a slight murmur, as my lips touch your soft skin. With a swift hand, I reach in front of you and slide my hand under your shirt. I feel you as a shiver runs through your body. I run my hand up your stomach, towards your chest. 

I continue to kiss your neck as my hand slides over your bra. My cock grows increasingly larger, as I feel your nipple swell up through your bra. You turn and face me, running your right hand up my chest, feeling the firmness under my shirt. You lift up my shirt and slide both hands under it. You close your eyes as if to visualize what you're feeling. You push your hands up to my chest, feeling each line of definition, as though you were reading Braille. You then wrap your arms around me and pull me in close. You press your lips to mine. After a long passionate kiss, you whisper in my ear, "I want you. Do you want me? I want you, now."

I back you up to my desk, and push the papers aside. As we kiss, I manage to make short work of your pants as they fall around your ankles. To my pleasant surprise, you even help me by removing you panties. I stop to make sure the door is locked so as to insure we don't get interrupted. As I turn back, I see you sitting on my desk. Leaning slightly back, legs spread open, as if to tell me to go down on you. With a view so inviting, I can't resist. 

I kneel down on the floor in front of you. I can see your pussy glistening with anticipation. You pussy looks so pretty, I can't wait to taste you. I lean in and start to probe you with my tongue. Licking up and down, stopping every now and then to suck on your clit. I lick out the numbers zero through seventeen, when I feel I must be pressing the right buttons. I can feel your legs behind my back, pulling me in closer. Your breathing has become fast and heavy. Your juices start to flow. You taste so good as I lap up every last drop. 

You grab the back of my head, and pull me up. Then you reach down, undo my pants, and set free my already swollen cock. You grip my shaft and pull me in closer. You whisper to me that you want to feel me inside you. Deep inside you. You guide my cock into your tight, wet pussy. With the first 2 inches inside, you let out a moan of satisfaction. You wrap your legs behind me and pull me in so my cock is buried inside you. All eight inches at once. You bit your lip to try to prevent yourself from crying out with pleasure. "Now, fuck me!" you mutter under your breath. I start to pump you nice and slow. The thrill of getting caught is an experience like no other. With each thrust, I can feel you bear down on my dick. It makes the sensation that much more unbelievable. 

After about 10 minutes or so, you tell me that you want to ride me. I sit down in my chair and you straddle me. You lower yourself down over my cock, until you have all of it inside you again. You grind your hips in circles for a moment, and then begin to ride up and down on my dick. You thrash wildly on top of me as you hit orgasm. The way you fuck is unreal! I can't hold out much longer. As I feel your wetness running down my cock, I explode with such great force, draining me of almost every ounce of energy. We sit motionless for a moment to try and catch our breath. I look into your eyes and ask how your back is doing. "Fine, now." you say, as you get up and get dressed again. "But I think it's gonna hurt again tomorrow." 

That's when you gave me a wink, blew me a kiss and left my office.



All in a Day's Work



The two people that were present at the Bushey residence on North Street in Colonie, New York had little in common besides the fact that they weren't happy about where they were on that Wednesday morning in late June of 1972.

The burly black man who was hard at work doing repairs on the garage didn't mind the work but the weather forecast called for thunderstorms, not surprising considering how humid it was already, and while he might be able to get most of the roof done before the rain, there was no way he could finish it.

That wouldn't have been so bad if the clowns at the supplier's hadn't broken the window that needed to be installed, and while that would have been something he could have done in the afternoon, a replacement wouldn't be ready until tomorrow.

This put Reggie Harrell in a bad mood, but there was no way that his day would brighten as it went on, and neither did the other unhappy person on that property that morning.

The reason that Donna was down was on her leg, a cast that she was wearing since she stepped badly off of a curb a couple weeks earlier, and not only did it force her to walk across the stage on crutches to get her diploma but it put a damper on her senior prom as well.

Donna was sitting at her bedroom window, bored to tears at the prospect of another two weeks wearing the cumbersome itchy cast and still upset at being dumped by her boyfriend after their disaster of a prom.

Dialing For Dollars was on the TV but Donna wasn't interested in the corny show, and had started watching the guy replacing the shingles on the garage roof. It looked like brutal work judging by the way the man was sweating already, and that combined with the sun made his ebony skin glisten.

"I wouldn't mind if you took that shirt off mister,' Donna said to herself, not that there was much to it anyway.

The ratty faded grey shirt was more like a vest because the sleeves were ripped off, and although the man was not a body builder by any means, packing about 40 pounds more than an insurance chart would say his 6'2" frame should carry, he looked sexy.

Besides, Donna mused, that body appraisal of the workman applied to her as well. She was chubby before the accident that pretty much immobilized her, and now with time on her hands and Twinkies in the pantry she feared that her own 5'3" body would become plumper still before the cast came off.

Donna giggled to herself when she thought about what her father would do if he had any idea that his baby girl was staring out a window at a black guy and trying to will his shirt off. Mom wasn't like that but Dad? Yikes. His blood pressure would go through the roof.

There were only about a dozen black kids in her senior class that numbered almost 400 so it wasn't like she saw that many black folks, and Donna thought back to last year when a black senior asked her to go to the Prom, and while she really would have liked to and it would have been cool for a junior to go to the senior prom she declined.

"Mommy - Daddy, this is my date Dwight," Donna pictured herself saying when the guy showed up at the doorstep.

Mom would have been cool, chirping something dumb like "Oh, a Negro! Wonderful!" while patting herself on the back for being so liberal and Donna would have turned red and tried to tell her mother than Negro was so sixties it wasn't funny.

Dad? Well, he wouldn't used the word Negro, that much Donna knew, and it would have been any guess which would have come first, Donna being disowned or her old man keeling over with a stroke.

"Ooh! Thank you Mister... whatever your name is," Donna chirped when as if he had heard her prayers, the workman peeled off the shirt.

He was a big guy, Donna sighed, and his man boobs were almost as big as hers, but a lot of his chest was muscle and the curly hair on his chest was sexy too, even if some of it was white.

"What a magical summer this was so far," Donna told herself. Everybody else was up at Lake George or cruising the streets with their boyfriends and she was staring out at a husky and sweaty black guy and wondering what the hair on his chest would feel like. It looked coarse but who knows?

"Pervert," Donna muttered to herself when she realized that her hand had gone between her legs, as it did often these days when she didn't bother to get dressed.

"Want to feel my pussy hair?" Donna cooed at the window and was very glad that the man was too far away to hear her going stir crazy. "Mine is pretty soft, and I hope you like a hairy pussy because I sure have one."

The teen grimaced when she felt the stubble on the inside of her thighs, and if she ever got to go swimming before this summer ended she would have to shave the perimeter or get laughed of the beach.

With nothing to do Donna decided that she might as well do a little gardening now. She feared that the workman already caught her staring at him a few times so steeping away was probably a good idea, but after hobbling to the bathroom she saw that the pouch of Bic razors in the cabinet was empty and after she reached into the shower she saw that the only one in there was one on the soap dish.

"No way," Donna said as she threw that thing in the wastebasket, because when she used that thing on her legs and armpits a few days ago, it was duller than Mom's meatloaf.

The other alternative was using Dad's razor, but the Bushey girls knew better than to do that. Getting caught using that might not have pissed Dad off as much as a black guy on his roof but it still was a no-no, so back to the window Donna went after making a pit-stop for a Twinkie.

"How old are you?" Donna sang to her fantasy man as his massive arms bulged as he lifted a pile of shingles like it was nothing, and with an unwrapped twinkie in one hand and her other hand slowly rubbing her pussy she guessed him to be around 50, and that would make him nearly as old as the only three guys she had made love too - combined.

"I know what the other girls say about black guys," Donna sighed while trying to suck the cream out of the sponge cake without biting it, although they probably didn't have any idea and were just repeating urban legends.

Donna woke out of her woolgathering when she realized that the giant on the roof was looking at her and had his hand cupped over his ear like he was trying to hear.

"Huh?" Donna said through the screen, before raising it up and sticking her head out the window a bit and repeating herself.

"I said if you're talking to me I can't hear you!" the man yelled, and after he smiled revealing big bright teeth Donna returned the smile.

"Oh sorry," Donna chirped back, and after thinking of a reason her lips could be moving she finally said. "Just singing along with the radio."

"Oh? What you listening too?"

"Um... Marvin Gaye," Donna responded after trying to think of somebody the man would think was cool, and after he asked what song it was she called back, "What's Going On!"

"Oh girl, you not only fine looking but you got good taste too!" the man said, making Donna giggle in return. "I'd much rather be in there than out here."

"It's boring in here," Donna said.

"Why? You grounded?"

"Sort of," Donna replied. "Uh, you thirsty?"

"You know it."

"Well, I can bring you out a drink if you want," Donna offered, and after the man said he would love that she added, "It'll take me a minute."

Grabbing her crutches after throwing on a bathrobe, Donna made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a couple cans of soda and jammed them in the robe pockets before making her way to the back porch.

"Oh, I must look like shit," she exclaimed before opening the door, and after making a belated attempt to primp herself up without a mirror or a hairbrush, she opened the door and worked her way out to the back patio.

"Girly!" the man said when he saw Donna coming out like that. "You didn't have to do this - didn't know you were handicapped."

"Temporary," Donna explained after the screen door closed behind her. "The cast will be off in a couple of weeks."

"That's good but still..." the man said and after she explained what happened he sympathized. "Poor kid. My name's Reggie."

"Donna," she answered after handing him the Pepsi, and as she looked him to him she figured he was a foot taller than her.

"That's amazing," Reggie said, and when Donna asked what he meant he explained, "I only met two other Donnas and they were beautiful too."

"Oh geez," Donna said with a laugh, but even though she knew it was bull she loved hearing it.

As Reggie drained the first Pepsi and lifted the other one, Donna couldn't help inhaling the warmth and the scent that emanated from his shiny body. It wasn't body odor, although it would be by the end of the day. It was just the scent of a man who was working hard and oozing testosterone and it made Donna shiver like an ice cube had slid down her spine.

"I thank you very much Donna," Reggie said as he finished the soda. "I appreciate it. Hey, can I sign your cast?"

"Oh - uh sure," Donna said, and after Reggie fished a pencil out of her jeans he knelt down and seemed to be thinking of something.

"Can't think of anything clever," Reggie said as he seemed to be looking at the cast with the things friends had written on it, but then Donna realized that he was looking further up and that her bathrobe had parted.

"Oh - uh - sorry," Donna mumbled as she clutched the robe together.

"That makes one of us child," Reggie replied, and after scrawling something and his name he stood up. "How old are you Donna?"

"18," she answered, and the way he looked at her changed noticeably, from that of a doting Grandpa to that of a vulture spotting a prey.

"For real?" Reggie asked, and after Donna nodded he smiled. "Don't seem possible for someone to become so much woman in that short a time."

"I - um..."

"You gonna keep an eye on me? Making sure I don't fall off the roof?" Reggie asked and after Donna nodded he thanked her, adding, "Supposed to rain soon though. Can't work on the roof in thunder and lightning. Maybe if it cuts loose you can let me in until it blows over."

"I guess," Donna agreed, and after she turned to go back in the house the door opened and Reggie held it open for her.

"I do appreciate the drinks child," Reggie said as he kissed the top of her head as she went in, and after she got inside and the workman went back towards the garage Donna fell back against the door and exhaled loudly.

"Out of your league dummy," she scolded herself as she tried to deal with a light head, a racing heart and a wetness between her legs. "No rain please."

An hour later Donna was realizing that prayers didn't work for her now any more than they had when she was a child, as the sun disappeared and the sky darkened so much that noon was looking like night.

On the garage roof, Reggie was still working with an eye to the sky, and as he swung the hammer Donna watched the muscles in his massive arms ripple, with his ebony skin now shining with the sweat being enhanced by the rain that was beginning to fall.

Donna gasped when the sky hit up for a second, and then again when thunder rumbled in the distance. All hell was going to break loose soon outside, and he was going to want to come in. What then?

As Donna watched the workman start to get his tools together she glanced down at the cast on her lower calf, and using a hand mirror tried to check out what Reggie had written. It wasn't easy to make out given the rough surface of the cast, but after she read it she was just as glad about that.

Heal fast you sexy thang - Reggie

At least it was in pencil, Donna thought, so she could erase it if she decided it might not be good for her parents to see. She didn't feel like any sexy thang as she poked the handle of a comb down to scratch the itchy skin below the plaster, cringing when she peeked down and saw how hairy her lower calf had gotten down where the cast covered.

Had he been able to see anything when her robe had opened up, Donna wondered, and the workman probably thought she had done that intentionally - like she was trying to seduce him or something by showing him how hairy she was down there.

Now Reggie was walking past the window on his way to the back porch as rain cascaded all over him and the teen's mind raced with random thoughts. That tattoo on his bicep - it looked more like he had been burned by a branding iron - should she make him lunch? - was all of this just a product of her imagination? - did she lock the door?

Donna was getting pretty good with the crutches. It was the getting up and getting down that was a pain, and she was almost to the door when she saw the workman coming up the stairs. The chunky teen slid open the door and as the drenched workman Donna realized that a lot of her questions would be answered very soon.

"No thanks," Reggie replied when Donna offered to make the workman a sandwich. "Trying to lose some of this."

Reggie chortled as he patted his stomach, and as he did he made his pectorals dance on purpose while Donna fought to keep eye contact.

"Me too," Donna replied. "Not easy when you're kind of immobilized like this though."

"Don't get crazy with that diet kind of thing girlie," Reggie warned. "Men like the ladies with a little extra meat on them, and you look perfect to me. You got a boyfriend honey?"

"Me? Uh - no. Not really," Donna said, adding, "We kind of broke up before school ended."

"Well, that's one dumb bastard, if you'll excuse my language," Reggie declared.

"No, I mean I broke up with him, or at least that's the way I remember it."

"So here's Donna with a cast on her busted ankle and no boyfriend?" Reggie said. "Never mind the boyfriend part? You got a man friend?"

"No. Nothing like that."

"You should look into that," Reggie said, running his hands though his close cropped Afro, and as Donna looked at the field of curly black hairs that coated his armpits - underarms that her own were starting to resemble if Mom didn't remember to buy razors soon - the workman added, "You are way too much woman for a boy to handle."

"I've got more soda if you want one," Donna said.

"No, I'm good for now. Just trying not to drip all over the place," Reggie explained as he stayed near the door.

"No, that's okay," Donna said. "If you want to you could take a shower - I mean I could throw your stuff in the washer and then dry them. The quick cycle is really fast."

"You know, that's an idea," Reggie said, and as the workman spoke Donna cursed herself for bringing up something so stupid, and she was just about to say that she was kidding or something when Reggie was walking towards her and past her, asking whether the bathroom was down on the right while noting that all the houses in this development were laid out the same.

"You asshole Donna," Donna muttered after Reggie walked down the hall, and then in a minute came a call down from that direction and a big black arm was holding out the tattered shirt, work jeans, boxers and socks.

Donna hobbled down and took the stuff, grateful that the washer and dryer were right across the hall from the bathroom, and she tried not to look but when Reggie spoke after giving her the clothes she had to turn.

"Don't know what I'll wear while those things are getting done," Reggie said, neither flaunting or hiding his naked body from the teen's eyes. "You said it was fast though."

"Yeah - pretty fast," Donna replied in a wobbly voice, and after Reggie smiled and turned around to turn on the shower, her eyes followed for a few seconds before she turned away.

"You stupid stupid girl," Donna muttered, berating herself as she poured the detergent in the machine, and as the shower went on as she held up the boxers before tossing them in with the rest, pausing to inhale the remnants of the shirt, the manly scent making her body shake.

If nothing else, Donna reasoned, this drama made the day less boring, although right now the teen was wishing that it wasn't quite as interesting as it was becoming because right now she had a black man taking a shower in there, and not only didn't he have anything to wear until the clothes got washed and dried which would be about an hour, but he had seen her looking at him.

That smile he gave her. Donna realized Reggie knew she was checking him out. He knew. It wasn't like she had gawked and drooled or something, the teen reasoned. She had just looked. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a boy naked before, but the problem was that Reggie was no boy. He was a man and that was obvious.

Donna closed the accordion doors that hid the laundry nook, and after she did she leaned back against them. It wasn't like he was one of those black guys that were in that National Geographic magazine article about Africa that all the girls passed around that time. He was just a guy, a heavy set man older than her Dad she reminded herself.

Reggie had an odd body though. He had a barrel chest to go along with his broad shoulders and a belly as well. When he had turned around Donna had been surprised at how little his butt was especially in contrast to his broad back, and she was wishing her own was like that. His thighs were like tree trunks though.

"You're a piece of work Donna Bushey," she whispered to herself as she realized that when she was replaying the image of Reggie's body she had left out one part as if she hadn't seen it.

His dick wasn't THAT big, she told herself as she thought about the coal black organ than had hung there lazily. The first boy Donna had sex with - Nelson Sager - he had a big one too. Maybe not as big as Reggie's but big nonetheless, but Nelson's wasn't a menacing black but a soft beige and Nelson's had been circumcised while Reggie's was not and that made it look downright scary.

No, the workman's cock was big alright. Not hanging on the ground National Geographic big but big enough. Big enough for what though? Besides, she was a chubby girl with a cast on her ankle, and Reggie was just a old guy having fun with her.

"Hi," Reggie said, the shower having turned off while she was in her daze, but Reggie stayed pretty much behind the slightly opened door with just part of him exposed. "The towels hanging in here are kinda damp and I was wondering..."

"Oh yes - Mom and Dad used them," Donna said, and after she got her crutches under her made her way down to the pantry at the end of the hall, and after opening it up and grabbing a couple fresh ones turned to go back to the bathroom to hand them to the workman but Reggie was right behind her.

"Oops - you okay?" Reggie said as he steadied the startled teen, and after Donna said she was fine he asked if he could go into her bedroom and talk with her as he dried off.

"I would ask you to help me dry off but with the crutches and all - why don't you sit on the bed and keep me company?"

Donna sat down and looked out the window she had looked out all morning, and after commenting on how hard it was still raining and what the chances were that it would stop, Reggie interrupted her.

"You're such a fine looking woman, and I think it's so sexy when you try not to let on that you aren't checking me out when we both know you are."

"It's not like you're being very modest," Donna suggested while still looking outside.

"Should I be?" Reggie asked as he held the towel at his side. "I'm just a typical old guy who ain't ashamed of himself. Heck, if the situations were reversed I can't see you hiding behind a curtain or something while we talked." 

"Me drying off in the middle of the room in front of a stranger in broad daylight?" Donna said with a nervous laugh. "No way. I've got a lot to be ashamed off."

"I doubt that," Reggie said as he took a step closer, and when he held the towel out Donna took it, and after she stood up Reggie took another step to her.




All in a Day's Work



"That's it," Reggie said as he rubbed the towel into his damp chest. "I thought you might like to do this."

Donna tried not to hyperventilate as she felt the coarse fur on this chest under the towel, and when he raised his arms Donna dried his curly pits as full. A half turn around and Donna was drying his broad back until he turned back to face her.

"You're doing fine," Reggie said as he took the lapels of Donna's robe in his hands and eased the robe off her rounded shoulders, and after it fell to the carpet he let out a sweet sign of contentment. "So sexy."

"This nightgown," Donna said as she shook in head at being seen in the frumpy plain white nightie which was little more than a very long faded white satin t-shirt and not sexy at all.

"Not talking about the nightie," Reggie explained as he stared at Donna's nipples which were trying to poke holes in the satin, and after the workman's eyes went down and saw the dark shadow of the triangle between her legs he added, "Your last name is Bushey, isn't it. I'll bet you've heard this before but..."

"I know," Donna said, having been informed of how her name fit the jungle between her legs by girls in every gym locker room during high school as well as from the guys who had seen it.

"Nothing I like more," Reggie sighed. "Not a fan of little girls. I like my women to be women and that means they have a nice bush down there. Sit down babe and rest your ankle."

Now Donna was at eye-level with the workman's manhood and was clearly expected to dry it. The droplets of water clung to the kinky black hairs above it, and as she dried around the ebony hose she realized how ignorant she was of the male body since she had only touched four dicks before and they were all circumcised.

She made sure her towel was covering her hand when she got up the nerve to rub the fluffy towel on it but she could feel how spongy his manhood was as the thing wiggled under her hand.

"Make sure you peel it back and dry underneath," Reggie instructed.

"I'm sorry, I never touched one like this before. Uncircumcised I mean."

"Oh, just go like this," Reggie said softly, and after he reached down and slid the foreskin back and exposed the head of his manhood, Donna nervously laughed a little.

The head of the workman's dick was like a plum in both size and hue and as she dried it she could feel his cock begin to stiffen, even more so when he pout his right foot on the bed and parted his thighs so she could dry his balls.

His sac seemed small but only in comparison to what hung in front of it, and after Donna dried the furry pouch as best she could she saw his penis was nearly erect and almost pointing directly at her.

"Look what you did to my cock honey. You went and made it all big and hard," Reggie said as he made the ebony pole bob in the girl's startled face.

"It was - uh - big already before I started," Donna mumbled as she looked at the tip of the man's dick which was hiding under the foreskin.

"Something tells me you're a lady who likes the big ones," the workman suggested, and Donna shrugged her shoulders as she seemed hypnotized by the organ waving near her nose.

"Hope you like him as much as he likes you honey," Reggie chortled as he watched Donna staring at his engorged manhood. "Lift your arms for me child. You won't be needing this no more."

Child was a good word because when she raised her arms up and the workman lifted her nightie off that was exactly how she felt, and when it came over her head and off her plump body she cringed at how fat she felt.

"Mmm... let me get you up for a second so I can see you better," Reggie was saying and Donna was embarrassed when he felt the workman's hands grab her under her arms, obviously feeling the thick moist stubble that probably felt rough against his fingers, but he said nothing as she rose up with his help.

"Oh baby I'm loving what I'm seeing," Reggie was cooing in her ear as Donna wrapped her arms around his neck for support, and then he was kissing her, his thick black cherry lips practically swallowing her own as his tongue pushed in to her mouth.

It's going to happen, Donna thought as his hands came around and cupped her buttocks, roughly squeezing the soft flesh as he drew her close to him. I can't stop it - and I don't know if I want too even though she knew that she shouldn't be so easy. She never had been before.

"Want to taste that pussy of yours," Reggie announced, and then she was on her back in the unmade bed, placed there gently with special concern for her ankle.

He was kneeling down there between her chubby thighs, smiling up at her as he spread them far apart and even going so far as licking his lips to express how he felt and then playfully wiggling his over-sized tongue at her.

"Oh child that's one hairy pussy you got there," he leered just before he lowered his face into the delta. "I'm in heaven now and I'm about to take you there too."

Reggie's scalp was thinning, Donna noticed as his head bowed down to her delta, but after his tongue started dancing inside of her she was too busy writhing around to notice much of anything. 

The workman's tongue swirled inside the lips of the teen's sex and he inhaled loudly as he soaked in the scent of her ripe pussy while his hands cupped the chubby cheeks to force his face in deeper. The whimpering that came from the girl as she squirmed in the bedding got louder and more frantic, as when he sensed that she was going to cum he stopped suddenly.

"Suck my dick for a while honey," Reggie said as he climbed around and knelt by Donna's face and slapped his meaty organ on her cheek. "Get as nasty as you want."

Donna opened her mouth as wide as she could, just in time as the plump knob was being pressed against her lips, and the workman eased almost half of his manhood into her mouth before the girl gagged.

"What's the matter baby? Ain't you ever given any boys head before?"

"Yes but," Donna gasped. "Can you get on your back maybe?"

"Be glad to baby," Reggie said, and after he assumed the position Donna leaned over his hip and took the semi-erect cock in her fist and held it upright before letting her lips slide down the hooded crown. "Oh yeah. That's it baby. Wax that knob. There you go. Make Reggie big and hard for that sweet pussy of yours."

In this position Donna was able to control the massive organ better and soon she was sucking on a very stiff cock that was glistening with Donna's saliva about halfway down the nearly 9" of throbbing black manhood.

"Got to have you woman," Reggie declared as he got out from underneath the teen, and after gently rolling the girl onto her back and getting her ankle out of harm's way he moved his hulking body between Donna's plump thighs.

"OH!" Donna howled when the workman pushed the tip of his meaty cock into her furry fold.

"Relax baby - just take it like you know you want it," Reggie purred as he pushed himself between her plumb labia. "You want this big black dick as much as I want your sweet pussy - damn girl you're tight! Just relax. There you go."

"Omigod," Donna cried as she felt her pussy stretch while the thick cock inched its way in, and Reggie cackled when he saw the girl bridge her neck upward, the veins and tendons bulging as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Oh yeah!" Reggie sighed as he stopped about half way in, and as he began rocking the end in and out of Donna he asked, "You sure you ain't a virgin girl?"

"No," Donna mumbled, although this was a lot more painful than that first time had been, but as Reggie kept gently pushing the end of his tool in and out the pain ebbed and a much better feeling took over, and soon she was gripping the bulging biceps of the workman as he hovered over her.

"You're liking it now aren't you darlin'?" Reggie chirped when she saw the girl's eyes return to normal. "Now we about to get serious."

Serious to Reggie meant more of the same only harder and faster, and as he being humping the teen more energetically he began using more and more of his cock, something that Donna noticed but was too busy cumming to complain.

When Reggie saw what was happening he went into another gear, the bed bouncing against the wall as he pounded into the helpless teen as she screamed and clawed at him while her body jiggled under him.

"Omigod!" Donna moaned when the initial orgasm ebbed only to come back again, and after her body finally stopped shaking Reggie pulled his cock out of Donna so she could pull her back onto the bed after nearly driving her off with the force of his thrusts.

"I would love to watch your ride my pole," Reggie said and he pushed his still erect cock back into Donna. "Maybe when your ankle gets better I'll come back and we can really get it on. You like it up the ass Donna? You got a nice one."

"Omigod no!" Donna gasped as Reggie's cock impaled her to the hilt, and the thought of experiencing anal sex for the first time with a man the size of the workman was terrifying. "Never did it but you're way too big."

"Not too big for your pussy though, is it honey?" Reggie chortled as he began humping faster. "You're loving my big black dick in there. Here it comes now."

"No!" Donna cried out as she regained some of your senses and her hands pushed his shoulders away instead of squeezing them. "Don't cum in me."

"What?" Reggie responded, and when he figured it out he raised himself and pulled out his cock, hopefully in time.

His glistening manhood sprang up and down while ropes of cum spurted out, coating her bush and her belly with his seed, and after the workman rose to a kneeling position he milked the rest of his orgasm onto the girl. 

"Damn!" Reggie muttered as his cock deflated. "You ain't on the pill?"

"No - I mean usually I am but I stopped taking it after I broke up with my boyfriend," Donna explained as she propped herself up on her elbows and looked at the copious amount of cum she was covered with. "Wasn't thinking."

"Well, I think I pulled out in time but still," Reggie mused aloud. "Not a good method of birth control. Reggie has enough kids and I'm betting your Daddy don't want to be the grandpappy of no zebras.

"To put it mildly," Donna said, and while she was upset with herself for not thinking this all through, she had cum so good it was almost worth the risk.

"Rain's letting up," Reggie observed as she looked out of the window Donna had used, and as the teen gingerly swung the legs over to sit on the edge of the bed she looked at the black man's profile.

Reggie's body wasn't that of a bodybuilder but it appealed to Donna. The workman's broad barrel chest and massive arms sure were sexy, but he little butt mas cute too, and then there was what was hanging underneath Reggie's belly.

"Come here Reggie," Donna said playfully. "Let me clean you up."

Reggie waddled over to her, his flaccid cock swaying like an elephant's trunk with a pale rope of semen hanging out of his foreskin, and when he got over to Donna she lifted his limp dick to her lips and sucked out the remaining seed, the taste not all that bad.

"Ooh child," Reggie sighed as he felt her tongue working under the shroud. "Too bad I'm not your age because in my time I could do you all day."

"That's okay. I'm kinda sore anyway," Donna said before going back down on the workman, managing to get almost the entire length of his flaccid hose into her mouth, her nose grazing his kinky pubic hair before she slid her lips back down.

"You sure about not wanting me to do your ass?" Reggie cackled as the girl shook her head with her mouth full. "You keep doing that for a while and I could get it up for sure. Think about it. Reggie would lick that furry little ring and then I would slide my love stick in you slow and deep - I'd be gentle too."

"Maybe some other time," Donna said, not even tempted by the offer, but as for the chance of another meeting...

"Give me your number darling," Reggie said. "Maybe I'll give you a ring when you get that cast off so we can really get it on."

"Okay," Donna said, and as she wrote down the number she made a mental note to refill her prescription. 

"My clothes ready yet?" Reggie asked, and Donna slapped her head.

"Crap. They need to be dried," Donna said as reached for her crutches but the workman stopped her.

"I can handle it," Reggie said, walking down the hall and tossing the things from the washer to the drier, and after he got the machine going walked back to the bedroom.

"Probably take about a half hour or so," Donna said. "Too bad you have to walk around naked until they're done. Of course, if you want to lay down and rest...

Donna patted the bedding next to her as a grinning Reggie came over, and after stretching out on the bed the girl leaned over and took his limp cock in her hand and stretched the rubbery hose.

"Think I can make you cum before your clothes are dry?" she mischievously asked before taking him into her mouth again.

"I believe you can darling," Reggie answered as he ran her fingers through her hair. "I truly do."

***

thank you for reading



All in a Day's Work



Well, that was slightly distasteful, but it's a task I get called on to perform from time to time. And if it helps the older ladies without any added embarrassment, I'll do my part. So now, all I need to do is get seventy-five year old Mrs. Brody covered-up and lift her back on to the sofa because she is still too dizzy to walk unassisted. 

So, I button the sweater across her wrinkled, sagging breasts and tug her slightly-damp undies down and off her spindly legs. Then I cover her with a hand-sewn quilt and make her comfortable on the couch. She is still disoriented but mumbles some "thank-yous." Tomorrow, we will both remember what happened but never need to mention it.

That's my outlook for summer.

I'm a fix-it guy in a condominium building that caters predominantly to seniors. I do odd jobs for a lot of older, helpless folks. And because I've worked here awhile, they sometimes ask me to help in ways that the yellow pages doesn't have a listing for. Like this one. Mrs. Brody, a retired librarian with two grown sons, whose main interest in her, is her paid-off condo and her classic Jaguar. She rarely ventures outside any more, due to painful arthritis and advancing dementia. She is too private an individual to call on neighbors and feels too independent to rely on caretakers. So when she confuses her medications and falls half-naked and dazed, to the floor, she pulls an emergency rescue cord and is assured that I'll come running.

The job is mostly changing light bulbs and installing storm windows. With the occasional helping hand to someone who slipped in the bath or shower. The building is home to mostly women, retired and/or widowed. There are some "golden years" couples and also a smattering of Yuppies. And a few of the ladies are real characters. It took awhile for me to get used to senior citizens making lewd remarks and comparing their sex-lives, or lack of it, to each other. They joke and gab infront of me like I am one of them. I appreciate the easy acceptance and laugh to myself or smile at them. 

I'm twenty-six. Laid-off from a construction job and hoping this pittance will stretch my unemployment checks to cover all my bills. My name is Jon. I'm six-foot three and 220 lbs. Brown hair, brown eyes and what's left of a high-school athletes build. I don't mind the job and was raised to help and appreciate older people. I work the evening shift. Consequently, most of these retirees are in bed by nine and I still have five hours to read and drown in caffeine. I had never had a "Dear Penthouse" moment until Sue moved in.

I got to know her during her move-in week. Showing her the facilities and hooking up her electronics. She was in her early fifties and had a full mane of glossy, black hair. She said she would wear it "full, dark and long," until she "had to cut it off or dye it blue." Her face was full and round with a smile and a laugh that set her dimples shaking. She had warm, liquidy blue eyes and a fleshy pug nose. She insisted I call her Sue. "No ma'ams or Ms." Sue had gone through a bitter divorce and moved two-thousand miles away so she could "run through one-half of the bastards money!" 

I liked her immediately and she soon called on me for every little thing. When the office phone rang after ten o'clock it was either an ambulance service coming in, or Sue calling to chat. She said that in this building, she felt like she was at an awkward middle-age. "Too old for the marijuana crowd and not ready for tea and Geritol." 

In a few quick weeks our late night phone calls took on a mixed tone of depression/comedy and phone-sex. She would ask if I remembered "which box her dildoes were in," and I would answer that, "if my enormous cock wasn't strapped down to my leg, I would run upstairs to help you look." 

I was working in the hallway of her penthouse floor one evening when I heard her voice from the unlit entryway. "If you were a true handy-man, you'd come inside and help a troubled lady." I peeked around the corner and saw her silhouette back-lit from the floor to ceiling windows. The red glow of a cigarette was reflected in the jewels at her wrist and throat. When she stood up I could see the shapely out line of her torso through a gossamer dressing gown. And I heard the tinkle of ice cubes in her crystal cocktail glass. 

I was familiar with the layout of the suite, but still it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkened room. Only the pale sliver of moon cast any light on the scene. "The problem," she said, "is in here." She proceeded to lead the way towards her master bedroom. That gave me a quick view of her voluptuous body as she glided barefoot, to the door. A vision I will carry forever.

As I entered the room I was instantly disoriented. The windows were hung with heavy drapes and the entire room was black as tar. I banged into something and kicked something else before I halted in place. After a few choice swear words, I muttered, "Why don't we try some lights?" 

Sue laughed from somewhere to my left, and I heard the bedsprings coil, then she answered, "if there was any electricity I would put on a lamp, dah." I laughed with her and quickly managed to solve the power outage problem. When I returned to the bed chamber, she was reclined on the king-size mattress, it's pedestal two-feet above the floor. Sue was propped on large, fluffy feather pillows, her slinky gown straining to conceal her lovely curves. Everything a cool pink. 

While I had been problem-solving, she had lit some thick, round, scented candles. She asked me to now douse all the lights and join her so we could talk. I had a thousand images rush through my mind; most involved me getting sued, fired, arrested or shot. But one particular vision screamed out to me and could not be denied. 

Even as she motioned for me to sit beside her, I knew better than to touch the bed. I stood along side her and Sue began a condensed, direct, round-up of her adult life. I don't know if it was alcohol or loneliness talking, but she spoke frankly about years of sexual degradation and isolation. Her marriage was fifteen years of chains. Mostly psychological but also some BDSM and experiments with exhibitionism and bi-sexuality. I was entranced and a little uneasy but tried to appear reassuring. It started, she said, as a way to please her husband and expand their sex lives, but slowly drifted into torture without any sexual release. My brow furrowed and my brain ached to offer her some solace and support. And yet with each graphic description and the dreamlike expression on her face, my cock strained to be released from it's denim cage. 

Her husky voice and vivid detail was driving me to distraction and much as I wanted to ease her obvious emotional turmoil, I was staring at her nearly nude body and picturing myself on top of her. I was suddenly shocked back to my senses as her pink-painted nails scraped against the bulge in my jeans. Her story must have ended while I was still in my imagination. I'm certain I had a mischievous, inappropriate smile on my face. She slid over to the edge of the bed, allowing her sheer negligee to ride up on her exposed thighs with only her pubic triangle in shadow. The deep V-neck was pulled dangerously low and tight across her chest; highlighting her abundant bosom, the dark nipples protruding through the flimsy, silky material. 

"I need to explain something to you," she began in a halting, throaty voice. "I hope I don't offend you but I want you to understand who I am. Let me cut to the chase." 

I took a deep breath and tried to control the hammering of my pulse. I feared she was contemplating suicide or trying to enlist me in a plot to further fleece her ex. Instead, she fingered the button and zipper of my pants and raised those sparkling blue eyes to meet mine. "It must be fairly obvious that I find you attractive and I hope, maybe we could have some fun." Sue laid it out straight and made me a most exciting proposition. "I'm twice your age and certainly no match for the twentyish cuties you must run with. And I realize our positions here. Someday soon, you'll be looking for a wife and I know we can't be seen together, but for now, maybe we have something to offer each other." 

Then came the clincher. "I'm very submissive in the sheets and I can only reach orgasm when a strong man controls my urges. If you can handle me, I'll be your very obedient slave."

With that, my zipper was released and she deftly extracted my swollen member from it's confines. Her warm, soft tongue traced a wet path from my curly hairs to the helmeted head of my engorged cock. She paused a moment to swirl her snaky tongue along the ridged edge of my pole and then let it glide between those glistening pink lips. At each withdrawal, the head shined and a coating of saliva oozed down it's length. She used this lubrication to stroke it faster, her grip tightening around my tool and her cheeks expanding with every thrust. 

She continued to rub my cock and she licked some pre-cum from her chin. "Tell me what you want, master. I want only to pleasure you." With a subtle shift of her shoulders the gown slid down her chest revealing a set of full, heaving tits. Sue was about 140 lbs. solidly built with heavy thighs and thick calves. I'm sure those legs looked great in skirts and heels. She had a rounded belly and a swimmers shoulders that bracketed her 34C boobs. She wriggled out of her nighty and climbed off the bed to present herself, totally naked, for my inspection and approval. 

I was dumbfounded. So stunned that I could hardly breathe and barely think. My eyes devoured this beautiful woman standing naked before me, pleading with me to comfort her, and challenging me to control her. She slipped my uniform jersey from my arms and kissed then licked my nipples, then chewed on my hairy chest. I stepped unsteadily out of my trousers and work boots, and stood quite as naked as she was. 

Sue appraised my body with equal admiration. "It's been so long since I've been with a young, firm stud." The corners of her mouth lifted and her warm, soft hands continued to navigate the contours of my torso like a blind woman reading Braille. "I want you and I need you. Please take me and make me cum." She whispered deviant desires that she longed to explore. She kept a steady stroke, long and sure, on my cock. Then she wrapped her lovely arms around my waist, her hands grabbing and kneading the flesh of my ass. Her knees eased to the floor, her hands gently rubbing along my thighs while her body, lit only by flickering candlelight, settled onto the thick carpet. 

She craned her neck upwards and opened her mouth to allow my balls to alight softly inside of her. She bathed me with her tongue and slurped lewdly as she worked my sac with her snaky tongue. She then licked the underside of my shaft and ran the distance of it, stopping only to envelop the purplish head into her mouth with great suction. Her technique was tremendous and the erotic movements and low moanings were bringing me to a boiling point. I watched mesmerized as her left hand played in the dark, wiry curls of her vagina. Two fingers shiny with her juices alternately plunged into her pink folds while she palmed and tugged at her lascivious clit. The fleshy nub swelling and turning a bright red. 

The drool was running from her chin, dripping down her neck and flowing languidly between her generous breasts, to merge with the puddle already formed in her lap. Her tits bounced and her hand was a blur pumping my cock. I believe Sue wanted me to cum as much as I did. Her cheeks worked like a bellows, sucking in hard and only releasing my cock long enough to take a breath. 

I grabbed two hands full of her sleek, shiny hair and drove my cock deep into her throat as I felt my seed burst forth. She gagged alittle and tried to push me away but I held on tight and continued to drive into her. She relaxed abit and adjusted her position. "Take it, you whorey little slut! I'm gonna fuck your skanky mouth 'til I am totally empty." Sue's eyes grew wide and wild, and her sucking took on a new urgency. She paused briefly to express her desires. "Please give it to me , master. Your whore is begging you. I want your cum in all my holes. I'll swallow every drop and lick you clean." 

From my stiff, fiery cock into her warm, welcoming mouth; I unloaded buckets of creamy, white liquid. Sue swallowed greedily, milking my tool. Sweat and saliva painted her sexy features and I watched as her face suddenly twisted with erotic contortions. She fell back on the carpet, her eyes clamping shut. Her mouth gasped open and a low, grunting moan escaped from deep inside her. Her fingers were plowing rapidly in and out of her sodden snatch. I could see her abdominals tighten and her thighs grew taut. Her big tits heaved, the pink nipples firm and pointed. And her dainty toes curled-up, hoping to secure her in place. 

With one hand she spread the lips of her reddening, swollen pussy. Her dark hairs wet and her creamy juices splashing and dripping down her thighs. Her other hand was a piston. Reaching deep, with extended fingers up to her knuckles, she drove furiously at warp speed to bring her thrill to climax. It took only another moment for the roar to escape her throat and the wrenching motion of the hand in her gash to shake her body as if electrocuted. Her body convulsed on the floor, her beautiful raven locks clung damply to her face and neck. In the soft glow of the candles, her body shimmered with beads of sweat as the after shocks of her system began to ebb. 

She settled back to the carpet; softly, slowly strumming her distended mons and trying to recover her shallow breathing and rapid heartbeat. As Sue's eyes regained focus and her hot, sticky body cooled down, she was drawn back to her current surroundings. I hovered over her, my cock standing long and firm above her supine form. My eyes were wide open and must have appeared maddened and amazed. Her piercing blues were dilated and flashing with excitement. "Did I please you, master? Did your little slut perform well for you?" She gave me a look somewhere between a child begging for a reward and a whore stealing money from the dresser. 

My mind was a torrent of strange new thoughts and emotions. I was past the petrifying fear of being fired or hacked to death. This scene alone would have made my life worthwhile. Now, I had to deal with the idea of being a "master" to a gorgeous, sexy, older woman. I have never been master to anyone or anything. But it was apparent I had better step up to the plate or slink-on back to the basement where I'd belong. 

This beautiful, dynamic, vixen was pleading with me to release her sexual passions and frustrations, simply by commanding her to abase herself in any way I could imagine. I may be stupid, but LET THE GAMES BEGIN! 

In the nano-second it took to form my answer; I regarded this horny, repressed, submissive creature at my feet, naked and trembling. "Get up slut! That was only the beginning. Lean over the bed, spread those dirty pussy lips and beg me to fuck that filthy cunt." I gave her a good, solid crack across her ass-cheeks as she scampered into position and watched as the red hand-print formed on her comely derrier. 

Sue uttered a small whimper and reached one hand between her legs to open her slippery, pink folds. With the other hand she took a firm grasp of her breast, rolling the nipple in her fingers. She watched over her shoulder as my granite-hard rod approached her wanton cunt. She sucked in her breath and then gasped, "take my pussy, master. Please. Fuck me hard. I've been a very bad girl and I need you to discipline me. I belong to you, now. My pussy belongs to you. My big tits belong to you. And my mouth as you command. And my ass if you want me. Use me, fuck me, own me! I want only to be your slave." 

I plunged into her steaming pussy up to the hilt, pumping madly and smacking her shapely ass. The jiggle was perfect. I yanked her shiny black hair with one hand, arching her back; and with the other I squeezed her boobs like water balloons. My furious pounding drove her face into the mattress and my erection was like a stick of dynamite with the fuse burning down. I exploded into her. Shooting a tidal wave of sperm against her vaginal walls and pushing so hard, my balls slapped a beat on her cunt. With one great shudder, Sue's entire body quaked. She screamed out a torrent of raunchy obscenities. Inviting me to rape and humiliate her in any fashion I choose. And declaring her lasting obedience to my every deviant desire. 

I pulled my thick, slimy cock from her gaping hole with a loud plop, and twisted her dark mane to position her sexy face at cock-level. "This is what your Master wants. Close your eyes, open your mouth and smash those big tits together." I couldn't last another second. Again my enflamed cock was ready to fire. Seeing her on her knees, her lips silently begging for us both to cum, and those giant tits an inviting target, I let go again. Shooting streams of milky goo at her mouth and tits, I milked my cock with gusto. Pumping it's whole shaft like a shotgun , pints of my sticky seed rained down on her helpless body. It splashed in her face, poured down on her head and blasted all over her bouncy jugs. Long strands hung from her chin, twining down to her belly. It ran like a waterfall from her neck to her waist , thick gooey drops oozed from her pointy nipples. Her hand was again in a frenzy, driving into her sopping gash. And her climactic squeals were music to both of us. 

I instructed her to scoop some of the spreading cum into her palm and use it to lube my rod, keeping it firm and erect. "And now, down on all-fours, bitch! That sweet little ass belongs to me." Sue was abit apprehensive and very tight. She claimed it had been awhile since her husband had violated her in that way. But the lube served it's purpose and her imagination and my intensity did the rest. A new pleasure unfolded for us both. After a good, solid pummeling of her forbidden orifice I was able to force one more orgasm, but my loins were growing sore. I filled her hole and when my cock deflated and fell out, the cum ran freely out of her snatch and down her legs. Her bottom; pussy and ass were gaping and rubbed raw. It was time to quit. 

I sat back to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my steaming body. Sue tumbled forward, curling into the fetal position and dozing off to sleep. I checked my watch. Twenty minutes to wash my face and cock, get dressed, then fly downstairs to appear bored and lonely when the morning-guy checks-in. 

After I dressed; I kissed her cheek for the first time and gently patted her red ass, (also for the first time.) Then I blew out the candles and locked the door behind me. This may turn out to be an okay summer after all. 

Until the inspiration hits again, the end.



All in a Day's Work



"Hey, take that out for a second." She pulled his dick out of her mouth with a wet plop and looked up. "Maybe we should chat first."

"You've got to be kidding." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Squatting in front of him, her skirt was just short enough he could tell that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "I'm only getting twenty bucks here. If you want to talk it's gonna cost you another ten."

"Alright. Carry on then." He really did want to chat, have a little small talk. It seemed like the right thing to do. He'd always thought it rude to cum in someone's mouth without a little small talk first. But ten bucks is ten bucks. He may want to get a burger or something later.

She really was doing a fine job though, definitely worth twenty. She worked up and down his cock like a pro. Well, she was a pro so he guessed that would be why. He really enjoyed the loud slurping noises she made while doing it. And none of that fake moaning crap either; everyone knows that's just for show. Really, what woman is going to get that much out of a blowjob? Besides, he was moaning enough for the both of them. She seemed to be trying every trick she knew. Sometimes she would take a break from straight sucking to work up and down the bottom of his shaft, kind of curling her tongue around his cock. That was one of his favorite moves. She would work up and down the underside and then give a couple of hard sucks to the head. It drove him wild. Fortunately she didn't do it the whole time or he'd last maybe thirty seconds.

She brought her hand up and began to caress the inside of his thigh with just the slightest bit of pressure. With the other hand she cupped his balls and performed one of her specials: she gently stroked her long nails along his taint while simultaneously rubbing her thumb against the base of his cock. It was amazing. It also usually closed the deal. 

"Oh crap. I'm getting close. Slow up a...ooh...I don't want to yet." He gritted his teeth, eyes shut tight.

She blinked up at him and slid it out of her mouth. She sucked down at the base of his dick, staying away from the head. The PC muscle pulsed (the cum muscle she called it), begging to let loose. She sucked hard, putting pressure on it with her mouth. He took in a sharp gasp of breath. It seemed to be having the opposite effect she was hoping for.

"Oh god! It's not...stop...oh..." he gripped the kitchen counter hard enough to turn his knuckles white, knocking over a basket of bills in the process.

Realizing her delaying tactic had no chance, she quickly slid her lips up his shaft and engulfed his cock. His legs started shaking as he pulled his hips back, thumping into the counter. She grabbed his ass with her left hand and the base of his cock with her right, pulling the skin tight. His cock head began to pulse. Spit dribbled from her mouth as she slammed up and down on his cock, almost as desperate for his cum as he was to give it. Almost.

"Oh shit!" he shouted. And then he exploded. She sucked faster and harder as cum launched down her throat. His hips began shaking violently. He kicked his legs like he was trying to escape. He came and came until he was sure he'd used up a lifetime supply. She kept sucking, pulling every last drop out. He could barely take it. His cock head was so sensitive it was overpowering. She knew this of course, so she sucked and licked with even more energy than before, paying special attention to the soft underside. He tried to push her away but she latched on. He doubled over, his hands grabbing her back, his mouth by her ear.

"Okay...please...stop now." It came out as more grunting than talking. She finally pulled away, licking a small drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. "Well Christ, that was probably one of the best yet."

"Hmm, maybe I should increase my price." She smiled and stood, adjusting her skirt.

"Uh, well..."

"Well babe, I have to get going. Don't forget to pick up the dry cleaning, okay? I've got three guys and a chic today so I should be home around five. Chinese tonight?"

"Yeah sounds good." He gave her a kiss and watched her wonderful ass as she walked out the door.

He didn't mind marrying a working girl, he really didn't. Even one that kept working. He wasn't one to judge. Besides, there are worse jobs in the world, right?

He had, however, figured that he wouldn't have to pay for it any more.



All in a Day's Work



A knock on the door was all it took to startle her. Her eyes widened as the roses on her cheeks blossomed from her own embarrassment. As if a dirty little secret had been exposed to the world. Franticly she pulled herself together, pulling up her cute little cotton panties hidden underneath her boyfriends large and long football shirt and scuttled across the room to reach for the door. 

As her hand unlatched and swung the door towards her, a pair of shiny Italian shoes emerged which led upwards to a fine tailored suit packaging an athletic man's body like Christmas present. And as her eyes continued to scale upwards they set upon the most piercing crystal wolf blue eyes, which where surround by the extremely chiseled features of a well groomed and handsome man. 

The mysterious man's lips edged to create a cheeky warm smile exposing cute dimples and displaying a very masculine jaw line. She immediately felt safe, hypnotized by those piercing blue eyes, which were amplified by the man's jet black cropped hair and tanned features. 

"Good day madam, I hope I'm not disturbing you, I am here to tell you about...."

As the man began his salesman pitch she watched his lips move and began to wonder if this man could tell that just moments ago she lay on that sofa behind her with her fingers attentively exploring her dripping pulsating pussy, fondling her clit with the tip of her fingers as her breast was squeezed and her steel hard nipples rubbed.........

She began to relive the sensations she was giving to herself and felt the rushes of sensual signals shooting throughout her body and firing up a hot moist throb deep down inside her. 

The mumbling sound of the man's voice continued in the background of her mind as she bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. Her eyes strayed down accidentally landing and focusing on the man's crotch. She began to wonder about the cock that lay in dormant beneath the fine linen of the man's trousers. She imagined a handsome, well defined, strong and healthy penis, circumcised, with a bright purple suck-able head. Her mouth began to salivate, as in her mind's eye she was on her knees unzipping the fly on this stranger's trousers to unravel and unleash a large gorgeous cock. Her lips puckered to meet and greet its throbbing head, kissing, caressing and exploring its girth and length with her warm textured tantalizing tongue. She loved to suck cock and liked nothing better than the feeling of sliding down a rock solid shaft, feeling all the veins pulsate inside her mouth. She imagined cupping this mysterious man's balls in her gentle warm soft hands, as she force fed herself big fleshy cock deep down her throat, devouring its full length right down to his supple sack.........

".......Would you care for that madam?" Said the polite considerate voice before her.

She knew he could see her nipples exposing themselves to him underneath the football shirt she was sporting as a knee length dress. She crossed her legs pushing her thighs together which rubbed against her soaked enlarged throbbing clit rendering her completely useless to this social situation......

On auto pilot she responded "Yes" with a courteous smile.

Without realizing that she had just agreed to permit this man within her house to further discuss his sales pitch.

He strode in as if he had been there a thousand times before.

She offered him a drink as she was still operating on auto-pilot and led him towards the kitchen. 

His eyes followed her distinct curves as the fabric of the t-shirt flattered her beautiful bouncing buttocks. As she reached up towards a cupboard searching for a glass, the shirt didn't quite confine her white cotton panties which were dripping wet with her lusting juices. 

He began to wonder how she might taste. He imagined pulling down those panties where she stood and having her bent over the counter a little, so that her perfect peach be available for his mouth to examine. Slow long laps of the tongue taking full taste of her nectar on his lips. As his firm hand parted her ass wider and her clit emerged he would make good use of the tip of his tender attentive tongue, twisting and tickling in circular motions, having her clit grow and moisten ever so much by his technique. Her wet, dripping, hot, horny pussy clenching as her legs begin to shake uncontrollably and her body spasm, his lips sucking and tongue flicking ravenously, like a lion feeding on its prey. She explodes on his face, this face of a stranger, grasping his suit and pushing his face deeper into her ass as she cums, slowly rubbing her pussy up and down as she recovers from the overwhelming orgasm.

As she hands over the glass of water, she notices the diluted pupils in his eyes and water in the corner of his mouth and begins to wonder what he is thinking........, their eyes lock for a moment and not a word is spoken, the tension vibrating between their two bodies is electrifying, adrenaline consumes them both......



All In A Days Work



Jug was, by far, the ugliest person on the planet. Male or female (and no one was really too sure when it came to Jug, and certainly no one was willing to take a look), and indeed, ugliest when including a number of farm animals, birds (flightless or not), mammals in general, and even certain amphibians (there was a rumor that toads and salamanders had actually managed to improve their looks sufficiently after a rumors spread that kissing toads cured warts - or kissing salamanders cured toads of causing warts, or something like that).

Amore sighed.

Jug, unaware that he (even Amore wasn’t sure, but he was willing to bet on the masculine due to certain theories on racial survival would exclude a female of any species being this ugly) was being watched, farted. Or burped. Amore wasn’t too sure.

Normally, being a God of Love had plenty of perks, everyone loved you, you got laid ALL the time, and everyone loved you for it, or during it, and even after it, which often led to more of it, whatever it might catch their fancy. But in this case, Amore wasn’t so sure this was a good thing.

He cursed the needs of the Universe that made him actually do some work. But, rules were rules, and when someone needed some love, Amore had to give it to them.

Jug shuffled to another bush.

At least now, Amore thought, I know which way is forward.

Jug squatted down.

Or not. Amore sighed again. This was going to be tough.

“Yes?” The small little figure popped into existence next to the summoning God, tiny wings fluttering. Amore wondered where to start. The tiny expression turned to see what the God was looking at, “Holy snokers!”

Amore rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, but I mean, really, what cement truck picked this guy up and tossed him inside?”

“Never mind that,” answered Amore, not wanting to admit he knew scant little about the art of sculpting, “I need someone to fall in love with this guy,” and right quick, he added to himself. There were literally thousands of lonely ladies out there who Amore would rather be seeing to.

“Huh? Like who, an unfeeling blind sea hag?”

Amore considered that a moment, but no, at the moment there were no sea hags looking for love; blind, unfeeling, or otherwise.

“No, won’t work, but keep on thinking.”

“This isn’t one of those ugly penguin stories, is it?”

Amore arched an eyebrow, “Ugly penguin?”

“Or maybe it was a stork. Look, it was something that waddled, I remember that much.”

“You’re not helping much.”

“Maybe we could have it,” he jabbed a small thumb over at Jug, “kidnap some lady and then the lady would fall madly in love with it and um, well, it could happen.”

“Look, if you can’t offer something constructive,” Amore let the threat hang.

“Riiiight, gung-ga-din on steroids here failed to juggle chainsaws and I’ve gotta come up with something that would love it?”

They both stared at Jug as he struggled to pick berries off a bush.

“Don’t suppose you could make him handsome.”

“Not my department,” and Amore already had a few unpaid debts to the rest of the Pantheon so he didn’t need another.

“Any idea what made him so ugly?”

“Him? You keep saying him.”

“Well, yeah, I mean look at that, um, there, hanging. No, no, not that, next to that. I think that’s a leg there, next to it, swaying. What are you blind, it’s certainly big enough. Or I’m even smaller than I thought.”

Amore peered. He peered closer. He peered as close as he would possibly dare, and decided that yes, Jug was indeed male. And no wonder he was looking for love, “I never knew they could actually turn blue.”

“Well, you wouldn’t, would you?”

Amore gave his smaller counter point a nasty look, “Hold on, I have an idea.” Amore put some thoughts into Jug’s head, which was amazingly uncluttered and straightforward, unlike most human male heads looking for love. What Amore wanted to know it what did Jug consider attractive, what did he think about when he started thinking about those things folks think about when folks summon up the likes of Amore.

Then an amazing thing began to happen.

Jug throbbed. Jug pulsated. Jug began to boil under his own skin. Amore backed up a pace, uncertain if this was such a good idea. His smaller self hid behind his shoulder, peeking out to watch from a safe distance. And Jug continued to throb.

Then, then! just as amazingly, Jug began to unravel! What, at first, appeared to be another arm rolled loose to fall to the floor. That fourth leg found itself connected to the third arm, which in turn throbbed forward to unravel the hump off his back, which flapped with amazing fullness upon the ground before Jug like a third leg. Right between his other two legs in fact. In fact, it throbbed in a way in which a leg was clearly never meant to throb, but which certain other parts of a man’s anatomy was, in fact, made to throb. And, to Amore’s increasing amazement, it not only throbbed, it attempted to stand upright.

“Holy snokers! That was his...! I mean, he’s got...! But it was wrapped all around him! That’s not natural! I mean, I mean, that’s HUGE!”

The rest of him wasn’t nearly as large. And seeing as he’d had himself nearly wrapped from toe to head (no pun intended) he was rather pale. But, apparently carrying around all the extra weight made for quite a workout, so he wasn’t too scrawny.

And suddenly Amore was flooded with a flood of ideas, in any number of liquid combinations, that would settle the poor unloved plight of Jug. But he also knew he’d best keep this under wraps, because if the world ever found out just how ugly it looked to have yourself wrapped up in yourself he might be out of a job.

Or at least dealing in exclusively with a certain feminine taste which required him to pose as a female.



All In A Days Work



The cab pulled away from the curb quickly and methodically worked it's way through the hustle of the airport traffic. Shay was so glad to be out of town to get away from the craziness of the main office. She was happy when the boss asked her to take a flight to Michigan to look over a few things at one of the smaller field offices. The fact that she was going to get to meet the guy that took care of that end of the business was a bonus. They had spoke on the phone many times and the idea of finally getting to meet him excited her.

As the cab pulled up to the building, Shay began to gather the folders she was flipping through on the short ride.

The cold, winter air rushed into the cab as the driver opened the door. Shay pulled her coat close as she gathered her purse and briefcase. This was to be a day trip so there was no luggage to mess with. She paid the cabbie and made a quick dash to the doors to get in from the cold winds.

The elevator doors opened, Shay stepped out on the third floor and made her way down the hall to the office. She opened the door and stepped inside and there was Mike.

Mike smiled as he looked up while on the phone and motioned for her to come on in. He looked her over as she removed her calf length brushed leather coat. It matched her boots that disappeared under a flowing A line skirt. Her breast filled out the pull over sweater that was accented at her waist with a shiny gold belt. Her blond hair was to her shoulders and laid neatly around her face. He was impressed. Their time on the phone had been to the point of playful flirting and had remained that way for a long time. He thought briefly about the times he sat in the same chair he was in and felt his cock growing as they bantered and teased back and forth.

Shay looked at Mike as he ended the phone call and stood for a proper greeting. As he stepped from behind his desk he took her hand that she had extended to him. Shay liked the feel of his strong hands as he introduced himself and welcomed her to Michigan.

Mike was just as she imagined. A nice looking man. He stood almost six foot. He had sexy blue eyes. His brown hair was cut short and he was balding on top. He was in his forties and Shay liked what she saw.

They seemed to get along fine. Their conversation was light and to the point. At times the tease and flirting was noticeable to both of them.

The planned work that was to be looked over was completed. It was now early afternoon and Shay had a plane to catch back to Canada. She had commented about grabbing a bite to eat at the airport as she waited for the next flight out. As if it was triggered by her thought, the phone rung. It was the corporate office giving them another problem to work out from the Michigan office. That is when Mike suggested they have Chinese delivered, find and fix the problem and he would see to it that she made it to the airport.

A couple of hours later, Mike was standing behind Shay looking over her shoulder as she pointed out to him the weak spot in the paper work. From his position, he could see her breast rise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled. Her cologne was throughout the office. He heard her heavy sigh as she tossed her pen on the desk and began to roll her neck. His hands went to her shoulders without a thought. Mike began to massage her neck and shoulders. Shay was so tired she dropped her head forward a little to allow him plenty of room to work.

Shay had been feeling the attraction all afternoon. There was no doubt in her mind how they both wanted to end their day.

As Mike continued to massage her shoulders, Shay reached to the zipper on her boot. With her legs crossed. she slowly began too unzip the boot and slide her tiny foot from it. Her heart jumped as she felt Mike's hand slide down her chest and inside the sweater she had on. After removing the other boot, she felt him begin to withdraw his hand that had been tracing the lace motif of her bra.

Shay stood and turn to him. She looked up and she knew what was about to happen.

Mike took her hand and walked her over to the sofa. He asked with a smile as he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, " Do you want to help each other relieve the stress from today's work?"

Shay smiled up at him as she reached for his shirt and began to pull it from his belted pants, " That's the least we can do Mike."

She un tucked his shirt as he begin to un buckle her belt. Taking the bottom button of his dress shirt, that is where she started un buttoning his shirt, working her way up, His hands slipped to the swell of her ass, sliding them over her then he found the button and zipper of her skirt. As her skirt fell to the floor in a pile around her feet, she peeled his shirt from his shoulders. Quickly un buttoning the cuffs and dropping it behind him. Mike reached for the hem of her sweater and began lifting it as he stepped out of his shoes. He felt his fast growing cock jump as her lace covered breast were exposed. Shay un buckled and un zipped his slacks and he was there before her in his boxer briefs. Mike sat down reaching for her but she slipped her thumbs inside the elastic of her slip. He watched as she slowly slid the silk slip down her legs and took his hand as she stepped out of it. She stood just long enough for him to see her manicured pussy. Her labia just barely visible. Peeking out with arousal.

Instead of sitting beside him on the sofa, Shay placed her palms on his knees and knelt before him. His heart raced as she slid her warm hands up his thighs. Leaning to him, spreading his legs, she placed her mouth to his skin. Just above his knee she began a trail of kisses up his thigh and on the outside of his boxer briefs. As her mouth made it to the front of his body, his hard cock was straining against the fabric. She placed her mouth over the bulge. His body jumped with excitement. Her hands slid up his chest as she out stretched her arms. Her nails combing through the hair on his chest, he laid his head back. Moving her mouth side to side at the opening of his briefs, she worked his cock out. She painted his cock with her wet tongue over and over. Feeling each ridge, each vein. She could feel the blood pulsing through the muscle. Mike felt as her hand touched him. Curling her fingers as best she could, she took his cock and traced it over her lips. Shay felt the slick precum coating her lips and had to taste him. Licking her lips, then she opened her mouth and let the head rest on her tongue. As she looked up at him, his eyes were glassy looking back at her. She took more of him in her warm, wet mouth. His moan filled the room. 

Mike leaned forward and took her ass in his hands. Squeezing her, he was trying so hard to hold back from pushing her on her back and fucking her. Her cock sucking abilities were magnificent and he wanted to feel that as long as he could.

Shay could feel his little thrust into her mouth as she teased the tiny slit with the tip of her tongue. When his hand was placed on the back of her head, she knew it was time to make her move. Sliding her mouth from him, his cock in her hand, she stood. Shay unclasped her bra as he stroked his cock, still sitting, watching her.

Her breast were full and inviting. He could only imagine the feel of her nipple inside his mouth. 

Mike stood and took her by the arms. He leaned down to capture her right breast with his mouth. Forming a suction on her tit, he began to suck and press his tongue to her rubbery nipple. Pushing it from side to side with his tongue. Shay felt her pussy begin to ache for his attention.

Mike began to walk her backwards to his desk as he continued to suck at her breast. When she was against the desk, in one swift sweep he cleared the desk and slowly laid her back. Shay scoot on her back so that her back was center of the desk. Mike reached for her ankles. Bringing her feet to the edge of the desk, he held them there. Slowly spreading her legs, she could see his raging cock pointed at her. As he spread her thighs, he could see that labia. As he held her ankles, he lowered his face to her. Shay held her breath as she felt his flat tongue lick her from the center of her spread pussy and over her labia. As he lowered his tongue again, he sunk it into her pink, scooping into her and then flicking the tip of her hood.

Shay arched her back and whispered, " Please take me Mike."

Standing, Mike took her by the waist, pulled her ass to the edge of the desk, He rubbed the purple head to her wet, hungry pussy and pushed gently. He repositioned and pushed again, this time her pussy took him in. He felt the softness surround him. 

Again, her back arched as he held her waist and began to move with long, deep strokes. Her sweet sounds and actions told him all he needed to know. He was filling her pussy with more than enough pleasure. He felt her work her body with his movements making sure he touched her g spot.

Mike watched as her body tensed and her juices seeped all around his thick cock buried deep inside her. The sensation was like her body was trying to push him out one second then suck him back in the next. He could see the shimmer of perspiration on her tummy as she let her body melt to him. 

Her legs were wrapped around him and he felt his release building. As his cum began to spill into her in hot jets, he moaned and clutched her sweet body. He seeme to take longer than usual to soften. He continued to move slowly in and out of her and watch her expressions. She oozed of satisfaction he thought to himself.

Mike watched as the jet taxied onto the runway.

Shay smiled as she took her drink from the flight attendant. The papers she had pulled from her briefcase were papers she knew Mike would be calling about.

Soon.



All in a Day's Work



I had worked for this company for almost 6 months, and I'd never felt as invisible as I felt now. I worked as a receptionist for a medium sized business. Answering phones, sorting mail and copying documents didn't sound too glamorous and it wasn't, but it paid the bills and gave me the flexibility to come and go, and the insurance that I needed for being a single parent. I was content in my job and performed most of my daily tasks with little or no brain power. The less stress the better because when I got home it took all of my energy and attention I had to keep up with my 5yo son. 

I loved being a parent and loved my son, and thought my life complete, until a month ago when HE started working here. He was our new sales rep for the western region. At a little over 6 ft., with thick dark hair that looked finger combed into a messy array that somehow stuck up in all the right places. He had an average build, maybe even a little soft in the middle, but it was his eyes that first drew my attention. They were a dark stormy grey, lined with thick black lashes that seemed to look straight to your soul. They seemed flash with deep emotion, humor, anger, frustration, concern, and passion all within a split second of each other. And when they looked at me, something deep within me shifted, stirred, and warmed. And lately, although no one else seemed to notice me, he was looking a lot.

I never thought myself a beautiful woman, but I wasn't ugly either. A little taller than most and since motherhood, my hips were a little larger than I liked. I had stopped really paying attention to how I looked just glad that I managed to dress everyday in something that wasn't covered in sticky hand prints. I usually wore dress pants, or a skirt with a blouse or sweater. My hair was always in a neat bun or French braid that reached right past my shoulders, more because of lack of time to style it rather than trying to look professional. His gaze made me feel like I was wearing nothing at all. My nipples would tighten every time he walked by and smiled, and my legs grew weak if I had to deliver papers or a message to his office. I knew it was just a matter of time before I made a total fool of myself by tripping, or spilling something all over his reports. And it looked like today was going to be my lucky day.

It started out as any other day; I was dressed in a straight skirt that stopped a few inches above my knee, with a light weight sweater that I thought made me look soft and huggable. Being adventurous I decided to wear shoes with 3" heels. I always got to work a little earlier than everyone else, starting the coffee warming up the printers, checking the companies voice messages, looking at my work list for the day. As I settled into my routine others started to arrive. Most people just nodded as they passed, and were barely civil until they had at least one cup of coffee in them and today was no exception. I found myself glancing at the door wondering when he was going to come in. The time passed with me making the copies for the day and taking messages. I had a stack of messages for him, mail and a report I printed marked "Urgent". I gathered all of these together, switched the phone to voicemail, and headed to his office, hands full, feeling steady on my feet only because he hadn't arrived yet.

I flipped the light on with my elbow when I entered his office and glanced around. This was the first time I had been in here without him sitting at the desk usually with fingers busy on the computers keyboard, and phone to his ear. I put his messages, mail and report on his desk and almost turned to go, I should have just turned and walked out but being a woman I couldn't resist snooping just a little. After all even Oprah admits to going through people's bathroom drawers when she visits and whats good for Oprah...

I looked over his desk, which was remarkably organized and clean and wondered what this told me about him. Maybe he was OCD, anal, controlling, or maybe just very thorough. His large broken in leather chair looked comfortable and inviting, but held an air that spoke of a confident and potentially powerful man. I couldn't resist sitting in it for a minute and taking in his domain. Looking over his desk again from this angle I noticed the one thing that looked totally out of place in his manly office. I reached for the overly decorated pencil holder stuffed with pens and smiled. It was a soup can covered in orange felt, decorated with glued on beads of every color, blue rickrack, and fuzzy little pompom balls, with the words "Worlds Best Unkle" with the "K" being backwards. Again being the curious woman that I am, I tilted the can slightly to look at the bottom, hoping to see a name of the child that made this masterpiece. That's when things went wrong. I wasn't paying attention and every pen, pencil, and paperclip dumped out of the can and came crashing to the floor with a loud clatter on the plastic floor mat under his desk. Swearing a little louder than I planned, I slipped under the desk and started to pick up the mess.

I was about half way through cleaning up when I heard voices coming down the hall. I recognized the squeaky Minnie Mouse voice of the office manager laughing a little too loud and the deeper voice of him. Instead of doing the smart thing and standing, or at least letting my presents known, I panicked and slid further under the desk, not my smartest moment. I heard them come into the office and was momentarily grateful that he didn't immediately sit down at his desk. Instead he stood just inside the doorway talking to squeaky voice and I could tell by his words, he was trying to get rid of her. I heard her say something in a hushed voice about wanting to talk to him in private and my heart almost stopped when they both came inside the office and shut the door. I could hear him approach his desk and I scooted as far under as I could as he came around to sit.

As soon as he was seated he glanced down and not only saw the scattered pens and pencils, he also saw me. I put my finger to my lips and begged him with my eyes not to give me away, the corners of his lips twitched slightly and he scooted in his chair. As I mentioned, I'm not really a small girl and this left me wedged tightly under the desk. He spread his legs to give me a little more room and that movement forced me to nestle right between his thighs. I wasn't sure at first if this was intentional, but when I glanced at his crotch that seemed mere inches from my face I noticed a hump forming. I almost laughed and was almost irritated at the same time. The office manager was now speaking, trying to make her Minnie Mouse voice sound sultry and sexy. She was saying something about wanting to meet up later and have drinks. He made an excuse about working later, but she wasn't giving up that easily. I tried to sit still in my tight quarters, pressed in between his thighs wishing I had worn slacks instead of the snug skirt that was riding higher up my thigh, when I felt his thigh shift and rub against my breast. I almost gasped out loud at the contact, and my nipples tightened immediately. I was almost certain he could feel them pebble under my sweater. I noticed one of his hands drop to his thigh, and slowly move to cup my breast, feeling its weight in the palm of his hand. His thumb brushed gently across my nipple and it responded by getting tighter and added a bonus of warmth in the pit of my stomach and lower.

Minnie Mouse was trying to get him to agree to a lunch date when I decided that two could play at this game. I slowly reached my hand up and ran a finger along the obvious bulge in his slacks. I could feel his thighs tighten slightly, then relax and spread to give me more room. His hand that was kneading my breast, was now slowly gathering up the material in his hand until he could reach the flesh beneath. I heard him decline Minnie's invite to lunch and explain that he didn't date co-workers. I wanted to laugh at her advances, but just then his nimble fingers found my very sensitive, very tight nipple and started to roll and pluck at it sending zingers right down between my legs. His fingers stilled slightly when I noticed that Minnie had propped one hip on his desk and leaned in to tell him it wouldn't be just a date. He scooted closer to the edge of his chair to make sure I was well hidden, and once again with a slight iciness in his voice declined her invite. 

I heard her straighten, let him know if he changed his mind where he could find her and turned to leave. He asked her to shut the door behind her and as she did, she reminded him of the video conference call that was to start in about 2 minutes. When I heard the door click closed again he scooted back slightly and started to say something when his phone rang. He barked an impatient "hello" into the receiver and I could hear someone remind him that the meeting had begun and he needed to log in and join. He glanced down at me again, his beautiful eyes full of mischief and lust, and told the voice on the phone that he was on it. I could hear the computer hum to life and the clicking of fingers on the keyboard. I started to ask him to let me up when his hand came back down to resume caressing my breast and I forgot how to talk. I could hear voices coming from his speakers and I knew he was logged into the conference call. He had a small camera on his monitor so I also knew he was visible from the chest up.

I was a little irritated at being stuck here, but decided to make the most of the situation. As he toyed with my breast I reached up again and slowly lowered his zipper. He shifted his hips closer to me in an obvious invite and I slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his quickly hardening cock. I carefully freed it from its confined space and gave it an encouraging squeeze followed by a few long strokes from base to tip. I was rewarded with a slight thrust of his hips and a visible increase in his cocks size and hardness. I decided I wanted to see all of him so after unbuttoning his pants; I reached up with both hands and tugged them down. He lifted his hips slightly to assist and soon pants and boxers were down to his knees. I marveled at the beauty of him. His cock was thick and long, not so long that it looked intimidating but long enough to make my pussy moisten with want and anticipation. It curved slightly, with a well formed mushroom head that looked slightly reddened and had a drop of pre cum oozing out. I ran my thumb over the head and spread the moisture all around. I let my fingers glide softly over his entire length and when I got to the base, I gently tugged on the nest of trimmed hair there. I was surprised how silky soft it was, and let my fingers comb through it for a minute before resuming their exploration. I continued down, and cupped his heavy, slightly furred sack, enjoying his weight and the softness of the skin. I heard him clear his throat and say something to whoever was on the video conference and the huskiness in his voice was obvious.

I couldn't believe I was actually doing this under his desk, his cock in my hand, his hand on my breast, and no one noticing me gone. I'm blaming it on my lack of sex. It's hard enough being single and dating these days, but being single, with a kid and dating is almost impossible. Barely making enough money to pay the bills, much less a sitter, and trying to find the time or energy to get dressed up and go out. Most guys I did go out with only wanted sex, and when they found out I had a kid, they ran fast thinking I was just looking for someone to support us. My parents both dies in a car accident 4 years ago and left me with enough money to buy a small house and put some money away for my son's education. So here I was, hiding under the desk with the object of my latest fantasies cock in my hand about to give him the blow job of a lifetime. And him on video conference was just the bonus.

I smiled to myself just imagining what his face looked like as I slowly lapped my tongue over the crest of his crown. I dipped the tip into his slit and licked out the pre cum. I could feel his thigh muscles tighten at the contact and an ever so slight thrust of his hips silently begging for more. I took the opportunity run my tongue all over, starting with his heavy sack. I took each testicle in my mouth, gently sucking and massaging it with my tongue before switching to the next and back again. I could hear his breathing coming faster and his hand on my breast squeezing tighter and plucking at my distended nipple. He was trying to speak again and had to repeat himself twice because no one could understand him.

I laughed quietly and ran my mouth up and down his shaft slowly, savoring his flavor and memorizing the feel of his silky skin and the hardness of his shaft. When I reached the top again I swirled my tongue around it twice before taking almost his entire length in my hot, wet mouth. When I thought I had taken him in as far as I could, I swallowed and took him a little deeper until I could feel him against the back of my throat. I started humming as I used my nails to gently graze his heavy sack. I could feel his hips starting to thrust slightly and his hand moved from my breast to my hair. He pulled the hairpins out of the bun with lightning speed and soon my hair was spread over his thighs. I matched his thrusts by moving my mouth up and down his cock, sucking harder when I got to the tip. I used my other hand at his base to jack him off while I sucked. His breaths were coming in pants now and I could hear a voice ask him if he felt OK, and something about him looking distracted and clammy. He answered that he was logging off, also for anything he needed to be informed of could be emailed to him. I heard several goodbyes and he clicking buttons to log off the conference.

He pushed his chair back with a bang against the wall, grabbed my upper arms, and pulled me out from under his desk onto his chair, straddling his lap. He slammed his mouth over mine and thrust his tongue deep inside. I was a little shocked at the sudden invasion, but soon responded by thrusting my tongue against his. He reached down, pulling my sweater off and over my head and shoving up my bra, and took one of my hard, raspberry nipples in his mouth and sucking. He flicked the tip with his tongue and I pulled his head closer. He switched to the other nipple sucking as hard and deep as the first. I tilted my head back and moaned softly, grinding my soaked panties against his rock hard erection. He wrapped his arms around me, stood and laid me back on the desk. I could feel the papers and mail beneath me, but didn't care.

He leaned back just long enough to pull off my panties and toss them aside; he reached in his desk drawer and pulled out something that I could hear crinkle. I figured it was a condom and I thanked the heavens for a prepared man. He ripped the package open and rolled the condom on with a speed that showed that this man was no stranger to sex. I figured I'd give that more thought later and wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. He pulled me until I was just on the edge of the desk and aligned the head of his cock with my pussy. He rubbed it up and down a few times, circling my clit until I tilted my hips up begging him to enter me. He thrust in to the hilt and held it there, letting me adjust to his size. I felt totally filled and as good as it felt, I really needed him to start moving. I rocked my hips hoping he would get the message. He grabbed my hips in his hands and started thrusting in and out with long slow strokes. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of being stroked on the inside, but was soon needing him to go faster, I tried to increase the speed on my end, but with him holding my hips it was almost impossible. I muttered that I needed him to go faster and a glint of something I didn't recognize flashed across his eyes. 

He pulled out completely, but before I could protest he pulled me to my feet, flipped me over and pushed me face down onto the desk. With one hard thrust he entered my hot pussy from behind. Grabbing my hips with one hand he used the other hand to thread through my hair. He tugged slightly forcing me to bend my head back in an angle totally submitting to his wants. He started to pound me with an intensity that told me he was a man used to getting what he wanted. I was amazed I didn't fight his dominance; instead I felt a gush of extra moisture run down my legs. Soon the room was filled with sounds of his flesh slapping mine. I tried to keep my moans and pleas quiet, but had to resort to biting my lip until I tasted blood. His speed increased and I could feel his thighs quiver against mine and I knew he was getting close. He leaned down, and putting his lips against my ear he commanded me to cum for him. My body responded immediately and I could feel his cock swell inside as the milking of my muscles pulled him over with me. I knew he was doing everything in his power to keep quiet too, but neither of us could keep all of the little moans and whines inside.

He slowly released my hair and I collapsed forward on his now scattered desk. He slipped out of me and I could hear him disposing of his condom and putting his pants back on. He sat in his chair and pulled me onto his lap again, stroking my back and holding me until our breathing returned to normal. He gently kissed my face and told me how long he had wanted to do that, and apologized for being so rough. I laughed, stood and straightened my skirt, and started to look around for my panties and sweater. Once I was dressed, I explained about the pens, both of us laughing now, as started to fix my hair. He asked me to keep it down and told me he liked it like that, so I did. Not knowing what else to say I left his office quietly and went back to my desk and switched the phones over. Looking around I realized again that I was never missed, well, at least one person noticed me today, and that made up for all the rest.