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Oooh...

By: sexycharlene



What had happened? When? How? I don't know. Really. But I got that letter for all that. A real one, on expensive paper. It had a nice smell, and my address was on it, with lots of curls. There was no address on the back. It was strange; I never get any letters. Do you? I only get e-mails and stuff. First I wanted to open it with a nail but it was heavy paper, and I really liked the idea. I didn't want to damage the envelope. So I went into the kitchen and slit it open with a knife. 

There was a single sheet inside, and there was no address in the letter either. I read it twice; it was not like any letter I'd ever read before. It said,

Dear Charlene, 

I have had my eyes on you for some time. I do admire you, and I would like to offer you a weekend at our mansion -- one that you will remember. I promise you will not regret coming; you will be well looked after.

If you accept my invitation you can indicate this by standing on the sidewalk outside your home next Friday at twelve sharp. My driver has been instructed to take care of you; if you are not there he will drive on. He will not return.

Yours,

- and then there was a scrawl I couldn't read. 

Tough titty, I thought. I wasn't born yesterday... I put the letter on the kitchen table and went to the gym. But the message kept popping up, and I wondered what that mansion would be like -- huh, a bungalow, more likely. So. What would you have done? I read the letter again that night. Somehow... 

That week I found it hard to work properly. I kept thinking I wouldn't and then again I secretly wondered what it was I'd miss. 

That Thursday night I packed a weekend bag; I could always use it, if I changed my mind. Thinking about it couldn't do much wrong. I slept badly. Oh man, this was really difficult.

The car was a really nice. It was a car like the one the Queen has. The driver was a tall man. He was a little grey at the temples, and I thought he looked quite sexy. He took my bag and then he went and opened the door for me, and he put a rug across my knees. But he didn't say anything. I asked him where we were going, and who had written the letter, but he just held up his hands. I had dressed nicely, and he looked at me in his mirror a couple of times. I wore a low neck. I think he tried to look at my breasts, but I'm not sure. 

The car was really sumptuous. There was a small table with some drinks on it and I asked if I could have one. The driver nodded. It was very nice, a kind of cocktail I'd never had before, and then I can't remember what happened until I noticed we had gone off the main road. We were going down a lane or something, and at the end there was a huge building. There was a flight of steps up to the front door, and the lane ended in a sort of circle in front of it. 

We stopped and the driver opened the door. He took my bag and went up the steps in front of me. The door opened, and I was greeted by a young woman. "Welcome to the mansion," she said. 

Phew. Now I still didn't know where I was; I must have slept for most of the trip. That's what you get from lying awake at night. We were in a big hall with a deep red carpet, and big old pictures on the walls. I couldn't see what was on them very well; they were all very dark. The woman took me into one of rooms, with a table laid just for me, and I realised I was famished. I looked at the clock, and it was going on for six. Man, I must have slept for over five hours! But the food was good. I felt a little uncomfortable, since I was waited on by a man in livery -- a funny sort of suit, really -- who seemed to have no tongue either. 

Then the woman returned. She asked me to come with her, and I followed her up the stairs, into a big room with the same red carpet. The pictures in this one were nice; they were bright and cheerful. In the middle of the room there was a stool with a red plush seat, and legs shaped like an X. There was a big bed in one corner, and a dressing table in another. The curtains were drawn; they were red velvet. The whole room looked like a boudoir from a story. There was a door to the bathroom. I had thought they would have an enamel bath on legs or something, but there were a modern bath and a real Jacuzzi! Everything was bright and new.

The woman said I could take a bath and prepare for the evening. I really loved soaking in the Jacuzzi. I felt a little dirty, what with the long journey, and this was really good. She came in and took away my dirty things. 

There were some big soft towels on a rack next to the bath, and when I had finished the woman came and rubbed me good and dry. Then she led me back to the room and made me sit in front of the dressing table. I felt a bit funny with no clothes on, but she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong. She told me to relax and made up my face for me. It took a long time; she applied all sorts of stuff to my face. Her fingers softly touched my cheekbones, and she did something to my cheeks. Then her fingers touched the skin over my eyes. I felt a little worked up because she could see all of me; I'd never been naked with another woman before. When she had finished I could look at myself. Man! I looked like some fashion model or other. My mum would not have approved, and that's for sure. But I liked it a lot -- never thought I could look like that. She put my hair in a roll; that was really beautiful. I will try and do my hair that way myself!

Then I thought I saw something move over my shoulder -- and before I knew someone put a blindfold over my eyes. I was scared witless -- but the woman told me not to worry, they only wanted to please me. Sit back and relax, she said. Man oh man! Could you do that? I just sat as still as I could. The woman asked me to put out my hands, and she slipped some bra straps up my arms. Someone fastened the bra at my back. I couldn't feel anything over my nipples, but it seemed my breasts were pushed up alright. They rolled a pair of stockings up my legs and the woman put a garter belt round my waist. Get up, she said, so I can fasten the clips.

Then they helped me put on a pair of shoes. They must have had very high heels -- when I stood in them I felt as if I was on tiptoe. 

I thought they would help me into my panties next, but they led me to the stool in the middle instead. I was told to sit on the edge. The woman spread my legs, and started to lather my pussy! You could have struck me down with a feather! The water was warm enough, and it felt really weird, having someone touch you there that way. When she put a razor to my pussy it made me jump. It was very cold. I was too amazed to say anything. Man! I was scared at first, but the feeling of the razor moving up an down my privates was lovely. 

When she had shaved off all my hair down there she sprayed something onto my pussy. It was was cold, too, but it stopped the itch. Then they rubbed something into the skin around it, and into my nipples. I though that was strange -- I was wearing a bra, after all. Some kind of a bra! I felt nothing at first, but after some time it felt as if my skin was on fire. Oh dear. It felt very weird. But it was very nice, too, just like you feel after you've touched yourself in bed, only much stronger. Fortunately there was no one there that I knew.

They let me sit there for a little time and then they led me into direction of the bed. They helped me onto it, and they made me kneel with my bum on my feet. I could feel the straps of my heels, and the bed felt soft. They put my hands on my legs, and made me open my legs. I felt the garter straps taut against my buns. Then I felt two people get onto the bed. One of them moved between my thighs; it was a woman, and she was naked -- I felt her breasts touch my nipples when she moved between them. I was really confused. Man! Then she started to touch me softly. It felt really nice, but not really proper - but I didn't want to make her stop, either. 

I felt a couple of thighs touch mine. Someone must have knelt down like I did behind me. I wished I could have a look, but they held my hands down, and I could not remove the blindfold. 

I felt something touch my back, just over the crack of my bum, and there was a pair of hands that went round my body after my breasts. The thing touching my back slid up a couple of inches, and it felt sticky. The hands started to work on my nipples. Man, did it feel good. Then I felt the person's body against my back, and it had no breasts but a big cock that got stuck between us. I leant back against him and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers on my tits. The woman's fingers felt my back. I could feel her touch the man's cock for a moment, and then she moved to the front. She tickled my navel, and then she ran down to my pussy. She slipped a finger into me. It made me jump! It felt much stronger than when I am in bed doing the same. It was very confusing, having a woman touch me. My, you would go haywire, soo sexy!

Oh, and then she touched my lips with hers. She felt very soft, much different from the guys I'd been necking with. It actually felt quite good. The man behind me moved back and forth a little and put his cock between my buns. That felt good, too. I tried to wiggle them a bit to feel him better. Oh, this felt kind of alright. Man!

The man behind me began to fuck the crack of my ass. Stupid; I'd much rather have a cock in my pussy! But it did turn me on anyhow. Not that I wasn't turned on already -- I was soaking wet. Man, was I turned on. They still held on to my hands. At least there was this tongue in my mouth so I could do something, too. She tasted alright. Yes. 

She leant back. I asked her not to stop, but she said nothing. Then I felt her mouth on my tits. She made me so hot I could scream, but there was another mouth on mine, a man's. I could feel the stubble on his chin. The man behind me moved away. His cock slipped away; I heard it slap against his stomach and I felt his hands slide across my belly and down my ass cheeks. One went into the crack and he put a finger up my arse. Man! No one had ever done that to me before. It was strange but I was so worked up I didn't mind. The girl in front of me put two more fingers in my cunt, and she rubbed my clit with her thumb. She made me see stars. I felt my juices run down around her fingers. Ooh, and the fingers didn't stop. The man behind me put another finger in my behind, and I squeezed them hard. Then he took them out. He spread my cheeks with one hand and put something else against my arse. It felt cold and hard, and he pushed it in slowly. It was big and a little painful at first, but it made me feel so sexy! Once it was all in the feeling became different. I don't really know. It felt full, and there was something big where it ought not to be, but that felt exciting, too. 

The man behind me sat back, and rubbed his cock against my ass again. The other one got up and then I felt his cock against my lips. He tasted good, and I tried to get some of him in my mouth. I could feel the little bit of skin just under the tip with my tongue. The man behind me moved away, and he took my shoulders and slowly pulled me down backwards on the bed. I had to move my legs a bit, and they held my hands, but not on my upper legs any more. Then he moved away completely, and I felt the girl slide her mouth down to my pussy. When her lips touched my clit I almost bit that cock, but then he began to fuck my mouth. He didn't go in so far I had to gag. Well, almost. I tasted his juices on my tongue and felt a mouth on my tits again. It made me come hard. The cock in my mouth didn't stop, but the others waited until I was back. 

Then I felt the other man move between my legs, and he pushed his cock between my pussy lips. Phew. He was big! I had to open up wide, and then he slipped in. It felt very strange, what with that thing in my behind, but he fucked me good and hard. I squirmed -- it was soo nice! I felt the girl's tongue all over my body. They still held my hands down, on the bed beside me. They held my legs down, too. But they couldn't stop me from trying to pull him in -- I could work my pussy on him alright, and I tried to buck against his pelvis. He fucked me with long, deep strokes. He felt wonderful. 

Suddenly he stopped. The bastard! Man, I could scream! They made me stretch my legs. The man who was fucking my mouth stopped, and we rolled over. Then the cock was returned to my mouth, and someone took the thing from my arse. It felt very empty. But then I felt someone else stroke my ass. He lowered himself over me; I could feel his arms against my body. He ran his cock between my buns a couple of times, and I felt something drip onto my ass. The man worked it down my crack and into my back hole. It felt very smooth and slippery and sexy, and then he pushed his cock into me from behind. I could feel two cocks inside of me at once. Man! The man under me was rubbing my nipples hard, and they were so stiff they hurt. I wished the girl would lick them, but there was no room for her now. I'd never thought it would feel soo good. 

The man who was fucking my arse lifted himself on his arms. I felt oil trickle down my back and on my shoulders, and then a hand rubbed it all over my back and down onto my belly and my tits. It made me feel very weird. Very sexy, but a bit -- oh well, I don't know. Different. Like a fish or something. No, I don't know; weird, that's just it. But it set my pussy on fire, and it made my nipples feel even more swollen. I tried to suck all of the cock in my mouth down my throat, and I ran my tongue around the shaft. He suddenly stopped and grabbed my hair, and held his cock still in my mouth. Then I felt his come spurt down my throat. There was quite a lot of come and I couldn't swallow all. I felt some of it trickle down my mouth. When he had gone half limp he drew back and I felt the girl move over to lick the come from my chin. Then she kissed me, like before.

I felt sooo sexy, with those two cocks inside of me, and the girl's tongue in my mouth... The hands on my nipples pulled at them, and pinched them hard. It hurt a little but I didn't care. I could only think of those cocks. It was a pity I couldn't watch, but I was too busy being fucked to care. I rubbed my oily tits into the man under me; it made my nipples tingle like mad. Man! What a wonderful feeling! When I rolled my ass a little I could feel those cocks shift in my holes, and I loved the feeling of the upper man's abs against my buns. I squeezed his cock with my sphincter, and he groaned. He pulled back and felt him spurt all over my back. What a waste - but then I felt the girl's tongue on my back. Hmph, come and oil? She must have scooped it all up, for she came back to kiss me and worked some of it into my mouth with her tongue. It didn't taste too bad, either. Then she sucked my tongue into her mouth and ran her own around and up and down. It felt almost as sexy as the cock in my cunt. She pushed me up a little and I think she must have gone down on my fucker's face, for she started panting heavily and moaned into my mouth. I kissed her as hard as I could, and I loved the feeling of pulling at her lips a little and then biting them softly. I moved my ass cheeks back and forth independently, and the cock in my pussy went hard as steel and then I felt his come spurt against my cervix. It felt like he'd never stop. It pushed me straight over the edge. I don't think I 'd ever come so hard before. 

The girl released me and I slumped down on top of the man. I was cover in sweat and oil, and it felt as if there was still some come on my back, too. There was a lot of it inside of me, and it made me feel a little sluttish but very sexy indeed. I wish I could have seen myself, but they didn't allow me to remove my blindfold. Instead someone came with a bowl of hot water and a cloth, and they cleaned me up. Then they took my hands and led me off the bed. 

They made me kneel on the floor, somewhere in the middle of the room, and they put handcuffs on my wrists. There must have been rings in the floor. I couldn't lift my hands and they held my hips up and put something under me - I suppose it was the stool, but I'm not sure. I was forced to kneel on the floor with my bum up in the air and my pussy exposed -- I felt very vulnerable, but that really made my juices flow. My ankles were fastened next, and then I was stroked and fondled and felt up by lots of different hands -- sweaty, dry, cool, timid, bold, demanding -- they all made free with my body. A few people bent down to kiss me, and I had a cock pushed into my mouth a couple of times - never long enough to suck it properly, though. Man! It was exciting and very frustrating.

Slowly there were fewer and fewer hands. A few of them kept fondling my tits that were dangled free from the stool, and I heard people moving some objects. Then I could smell someone's pussy near my face, and a small hand took my head and bent it down towards her. Here, she said, eat my cunt -- slut! 

I said I wasn't, but then I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue in search of her pussy. It was the first time I ever tasted one. The soft, well-lubricated lips felt very good against my tongue. She smelled good. She tasted great, too, and she held my head and pushed her cunt up into my face. I think I was doing alright. She was moaning and making sounds like speech, but I couldn't make out a word. I did understand her, though.

They put a cock into my pussy, but it felt strange, I thought. No one had touched my back or my bum, and it just sat there. I couldn't feel the warmth of a body near my legs, either. Then, all at once, I heard the sound of an electric motor buzzing and some other mechanical noises and the thing started to move. Oh God! A fucking machine! Man, that really seemed too much. But there was nothing I could do about; I couldn't even complain for the cunt on my mouth. It was a good thing I was lying across the stool for I went completely weak in the knees. The relentless fucking made me come -- and come -- and come... They stopped the machine for a moment, and inserted something into my ass. Then they turned the machine on again, and the thing up my ass as well. It felt bloody sexy, and I felt my juices flow like a tap... 

I must have passed out, for the next thing I remember is someone kissing me. I was still in the same position, and the girl who kissed me stroked my hair. They put something over my pussy. I don't know what it was, but it felt a little like the girl sucking my pussy but then harder. It felt -- well, I really don't know, but it was really something else! When it stopped, and they took it off, the girl stroked my pussy again, but it felt mush more swollen than before. They left me like that for some time. It felt very indecent, lying there, kneeling with my swollen pussy high up in the air for everyone to see, but it felt sooo sexy! 

Two men took the place of the girl and the machine. The thing in my ass was still there, but they must have switched it off. It was less intense than the machine, but they felt nice and warm. 

The man behind me had strong, warm hands and he caressed my hips while he slammed into me as he fucked me doggy style, and the man whose cock was in my mouth fondled my breasts. They used me for quite some time before they came. They took the thing from my arse, and then there were so many others who took my mouth, my arse and my pussy that I lost count, both of them and of my orgasms. Man! I felt their come run down my thighs; I think I managed to swallow most of the come in my mouth. My oh my, if you had seen me...

Eventually they undid the cuffs and helped me to my feet. The girl who'd been with me most of the time kissed me again, trying to taste the traces of come that lingered behind.

They waited until I was steady on my feet again, and then they led me from the room, into the bathroom where they must have prepared the bath. I was helped into it. But there was no water in it; it was full of oil, and it felt very slick and sexy as hell as I felt my whole body go slippery as an eel. One man stepped in beside me. He sat down on his haunches, and they covered him in oil, too. Then he took my hand and made me sit in his lap, and he positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed slowly inside. After the continuous fucking of the last few hours it felt very sweet and loving, and he fucked me slowly with his mouth on mine. His hands were wandering all over my body, stroking my oily breasts and fondling my slippery buns, and I put my arms around him and rubbed his chest with my tits. The oil made it feel very sexy! It was good to use my hands at last. I squeezed his behind and when I was almost there I put a finger up his ass. Man, did he come! 


Oooh, Baby!



"Ooh, baby! What are you wearing?" asked SuperSexStud2006.

SuperSexStud2006? Did that mean there were over two thousand other guys who wanted to call themselves SuperSexStud or was this guy anticipating the new year? Oh, well. She might as well get back with the program.

"A sheer red mesh bra with cut-out nipples and matching crotch less panties. I wanted to wear red because I'm red-hot for you, SuperSexStud2006," SynSexxKitten replied. 

After a few more lines of typing, SuperSexStud2006 thanked SynSexxKitten and logged off. 

SynSexxKitten was the username she shared with her roommate when they worked on the Internet. They got the name by combining their two first names . (S for Sarah and YN for Brynn.) The SexxKitten was the first combination they could find that hadn't already been used. Brynn wasn't too fond of it. It was hard to remember to add the extra "X" and not to leave spaces between the words. She usually had to backspace at least once to get the silly thing right. Fortunately she generally wasn't that busy at the computer. Sarah took the late night shift when it was the busiest. Brynn generally worked website in the late afternoon and early evening. It sure paid more than waiting tables at the restaurant.

Brynn stretched her arms and legs and yawned. Who would have thought that over twenty mind-blowing orgasms in less than an hour would be so boring! She was enjoying the FreeCell game she had running in the background more than the customers she'd been talking to.

He logged onto the SynSexxKitten website. His friends at work had been talking about this cybersex site all week. They couldn't stop raving about the hot blond. They claimed it was the best site out there and that he'd have to check it out. After he got the boxes moved into his new apartment and his computer set up, he logged onto the site. 

"User name?" the screen asked. The site requested a set of words and numbers. His buddies all used names like 9andWide, Goodfor5Times and the like but he didn't think he could type those with a straight face, let alone respond to them. He'd just use his name and part of his new address.

Mark17's log-in appeared on SynSexxKitten's screen. Mark17? That was a new one. Generally the guys seemed to prefer names like Mr10Inches, PussyPleaser9, and Clittickler11. She guessed the names were supposed to be sexy but she had a hard time thinking about them without snorting which probably wasn't the response they were hoping for. Mark17 was different. Unless he was trying to tell her that he was 17 inches!

"SynSexxKitten? Are you there?" 

"Of course, Mark17. I was just getting myself comfortable for our long chat?" Brynn didn't realized she'd been daydreaming that long. "What would you like to talk about?"

"Tell me something about yourself. What do you look like?" Mark knew exactly what she'd say. The guys said that every time her description was exactly the same. He glanced up at the picture posted at the site. Blond hair and blue eyes. She did look hot all right, but he couldn't stop thinking about the woman he'd seen washing her car in the driveway next to his early that day. She had short dark hair and skin that glistened from sweat and the water droplets that splashed on her body. He couldn't seen much of her face but she had a cute ass and legs that went on forever. 

When they had started the website, they had downloaded a picture from the Google website number seveny thousand out of over two hundred thousand. Sarah used the photo editing software to add more blond curls that cascaded over "Syn's " naked breasts. Since they couldn't decided if Syn should be "smooth" or "silky", the hair continued to the top of her thighs. 

"I'm a hot blond with beautiful breast and big blue eyes that want to see that big cock of yours" Brynn typed. She glanced in the mirror. Her reflection showed hazel eyes and short dark hair that could use a brush. Her nose was pink because she had forgotten to apply sunscreen there when she'd washed her car earlier. Her breasts were nothing to write home about but she did have great legs.

"What are you wearing?" Mark 17 asked. The cute brunette next door was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of faded denim cut-offs. He wondered if she knew there was a hole worn through near the back pocket. He could just see a glimpse of pink lace. Pink like the inside of her lips? Where had that come from?! SynSexxKitten wasn't doing much for him, but he was starting to get aroused just thinking about his new neighbor. 

They always asked the same questions! When they'd started the website, Sarah and Brynn made up a list of responses they thought would turn most guys on. They had looked through Frederick's of Hollywood catalogs, covers of adult videos and then just brainstormed. They had a list of about ten outfits. Let's see. She'd already wore the white lace teddy, the red bra and crotch less panties, the Catholic school girl plaid jumper. That entry always made Brynn smile. When Sarah had typed out the suggestions, she'd misspelled it and the computer's Spell-Check had corrected it to Cat Lick on their list. 

She looked down at her pink tank top clinging to her breasts. She had on her favorite pair of cut-offs. They were old and the denim was starting to fray near the pockets. The next time she wore then, she have to remember to make sure there were no holes in them. Her pink panties matched her tank top but weren't meant for public viewing. Of course, that didn't mean that she wouldn't enjoy showing them off for the right private audience. Like that cute guy who was moving in next door. He could look at her pink panties and all of the rest of her pink things whenever he wanted to. Her nipples began to tighten up and she could see them through the slightly damp fabric of the shirt. They were just about the same color as the shirt. She blushed a bit at the idea of baring them for new neighbor. My, was it starting to get a bit warm in here. She'd better get back to work. She checked the list.

"I'm wearing a black satin bra that shows off my beautiful breast and hard nipples. The bra is cut very low so they are showing just for you. I have black fishnet stockings attached to my black satin garter belt. I knew I'd be talking to you this afternoon so I left off my panties. I'm going to leave the black high heels on for you." 

Mark read his computer screen. What a cliché! Black satin and fishnets! Instead of picturing the sex goddess from the website, he was imagining the girl next door. Now seeing her really turned him on. He wondered what her breasts would look like. Would her nipples be the same pink as her panties? What about the moist center hidden by those panties? Would it be the same color pink? His cock began to grow hard as he imagined the brown-haired woman. He popped the snap on his jeans and unzipped them. SynSexxKitten wasn't turning him on, but she was. Well, he shouldn't just leave SynSexxKitten hanging there. He was paying for it, after all.

"Tell me what you are doing."

"I've been waiting for you. I'll spread my long legs farther apart Don't you like how the high heels tilt my body towards you? Can you see my hot pussy? Would you like me to pet it for you? I'll think about your hands being there. Oooh! Oooh! That feels good!" Brynn typed. 

For some reason Brynn couldn't stop thinking about the man who just moved in. She wouldn't mind touching herself thinking about his hands! She had watched him as he moved the boxes in. His muscles stood out as he picked up his things and carried them through the door. She wondered what his fingers would feel like touching her body. Her nipples tightened even more and there was a tingle between her legs. What would they feel like there? Brynn's hand moved to stroke her breast and lightly pinched the nipple. Wow! She never got turned on during her shift. She shook her head and brought her attention back to the screen. Even as she was reading, Brynn pulled the top down until her breasts were bare and continued to touch herself. She didn't seem to notice when she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down to her knees. Her fingers lightly caressed her panties. 

"Yes, Syn! I'd like that!" Mark typed. He read the words on the monitor. He would like everything he was reading. He just was imagining another women doing it! He couldn't stop thinking about the girl next door. Mark's hard-on twitched with the thought of her body and what he'd do. He'd love to pull down that pink top and get rid of those shorts. He'd tweak those nipples until they were pink and hard. He'd touch his lips to them until her pussy was moist through those pink panties. His fingers would slide under that lace and into her satiny wetness. He brought his fingers up to his mouth. He was almost surprised when he couldn't smell her scent. He licked his hand and began to pump his cock as pecked out a reply with the other. 

"Your nipples are getting hard just like mine are. I'd like to lick them with the tip on my tongue until they are as erect as your cock. Your cock feels so big and hard! I'm going to glide my fingers into my hot wet pussy and let you smell how turned on I am. I'm going to pump you with those slick fingers until it gets even harder. Your hard cock will have pussy juices dripping from it before you slide into my body. Would you like that, Mark?" Brynn typed. Where had that came from? She'd never used anything like that before. Generally, there was a lot of "Ram your big cock in my wet pussy" and "Pump me! I'm coming!" Foreplay didn't enter into it. She slid her panties down to join her shorts. Her fingers slid into the wetness between her legs. One finger rubbed circles around her throbbing clit while the others were sucked into the silken center. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that guy's hands there. And his mouth on her. Sucking on her nipples and then on her swollen clit.  

Just the thought of her tongue anywhere was making him throb! He touched the brown nipples on his chest and watched as his cock swelled even fuller and harder. Yes! God, he'd love to taste her! He'd lick her pussy and suck on her clit until it was as hard and swollen as those nipples. His fingers would slide in and out just like his cock. He'd like to get one finger sopping wet and gently touch her asshole until it welcomed his finger. He wanted her to be filled with him before his cock even touched her. His hand pumped faster and harder on his cock . He shook his head and focused back on the screen. He shouldn't leave SynSexxKitten hanging. It was probably a waste paying money for cybersex while he was jacking off to a mental image of the girl next door, but he'd already paid for the session. 

"I'm going to slide my fingers into your pussy and suck on your clit until it's the same color as your pretty pink nipples. I saw you when I moved in today. I could see your pink panties when you were washing your car and I couldn't stop thinking about them. Did you see me looking at you? Did they get wet when you thought about me? Are they around your ankles right now while you're touching yourself? I want to watch you touch your clit until my dick is so hard that it might explode if I can't touch you. Then my tongue will stroke your swollen clit while my fingers enjoy your pussy. Would you like me to put a finger into your tight little rosebud of an asshole so you can feel me everywhere? I'll caress you until you're hot and ready for me." SEND 

Oh, great! Now what is SynSexxKitten going to think? He had been so into the thought of the other woman that he didn't ever realize that he'd started typing about his fantasy with her instead of the high heels and fishnets of SynSexxKitten. Oh, well! She probably wouldn't even notice. He looked at the timer in the upper corner of the site and saw that he only had a minute left. He wouldn't renew. Obviously his imagination and the cute girl next door were all he needed. He pinched his nipples and licked his hand again. He continued to pump his cock.

Wow! Mark17 sure could write a wonderful fantasy! She could almost feel his hands on her body. Her hips rose up to meet the thrust of her fingers. A finger in her asshole? She had never thought of that but she was willing to give it a try. She moistened one finger and pushed it at the entrance until it went it. At the same time her fingers fucked her pussy while rubbing her clit. God! That felt so exciting! She was filled with sensations! Her clit was beginning to tingle and pulse. A few more strokes like this and she would be coming right here at the desk. Only forty seconds left for this visit. She wondered if he would renew. She almost felt like she was cheating him because his words were turning her on while she thought about the new man next door.

She looked back at the words he had just typed. Wait a minute! His words didn't seem to be addressed to SynSexxKitten anymore. She had been washing her car this afternoon. She was wearing a pink pair of panties. A new guy had moved in next door. Was he Mark17? His address was 17 Maple. Could it possibly be him? What would he think if she just knocked on his door and invited herself in? Did she dare? 

His time was almost up. Five seconds left. 

"I wish you were here with me right now. I'd ..." The screen went blank. Mark sighed. Oh, well.

He'd rather be thinking about the girl next door, anyway. Maybe he'd introduce himself later.

There was a knock on his door. 



Oooh... Ch. 02



(Hi! I'm back again, my first story has been on Lit for a little time, and I love to tell you about the rest of my weekend. But first I'd like to introduce myself. 



I'm Charlene. I'm 5'3", a little on the plump side and I wear a large C-cup - or a small D-cup, depending on the make of bra. My aureola are an inch and a half in diameter and a bit purplish and my nipples are big. At the moment they are a little tender still, because they have just been pierced – but I'm very proud of my piercings!

I've got longish, auburn hair, and I used to have an auburn bush – until my first night at the mansion, that is. 

Some of my boyfriends used to say they liked my boobs, some my ass, and one said he liked my pout. He used to call me Betty Boop ;-) 

I'm twenty-five. Most people think I'm much younger than I am; at my local they know, but I always have to bring my ID when I go out, or they won't allow me in. I did an office job, and I was pretty good at that.)

The master of the mansion smiled at me. I thought he looked even sexier than he did in the car. Because I was happy he had invited me I started kissing his face. I nibbled on his lips and I tried to pull at his cheeks with my lips. I ran my tongue slowly along the underside of his nose, left and right, and then up over the tip. I put wet kisses on his eyes and wiggled my slicked-up tits against his chest. He felt slick too, what with all the oil. Man! It felt sooo sexy! I think he liked it, too, for he closed his eyes. 

He leant back in the bath of oil and I felt his cock go hard again in my pussy. I thought he was going to fuck me again, but he put his hands under my buns and lifted me off his cock. Ah, what a pity. 

He got up from under me and stepped out of the bath. There was a piece of plastic from the bath to the Jacuzzi, so we wouldn't ruin the carpet, and he took my hand and helped me out of the oil bath. The woman who'd done my make-up and shaved my pussy was there and she had run the Jacuzzi so we could immediately start washing. He washed my back – he has warm strong hands, and it felt sooo good! Then I washed his. Hmmm. Nice! The woman helped unfasten my hair and washed it. 

He said I had beautiful breasts, and then he said I would look even sexier if I had my nipples pierced. 

Huh! I had my ears pierced as a girl, and they said it wouldn't hurt. I screamed the place down. And then through my nipples! No way.

I said I was afraid it would hurt, and he asked if I knew how sexy it looked, and how sexy it felt to touch them. 

No, of course I didn't. 

Well, he said, maybe I would, soon. 

We'll see about that, I thought.

We spent some time in the bath together and then the woman came with a towel and rubbed me dry again. The master of the mansion dried himself, I think. Then he dressed in a nice suit, and the woman gave me some sort of baby doll to wear. It was pink and transparent and had a lot of ribbons in front. And it had panties that fluttered a little around my buns. It felt nice, too.

We went to the corridor and into the next room where we had supper. He talked a lot. It was a kind of light meal, really, with some wine. He was very attentive, and he sat looking at me all the time. It felt as if he looked straight through my eyes and into my pussy. Does that make sense? It's how it felt anyway. 

Then a woman came in; she was quite old and she said, "Molineux, what are you doing? You don't want to get in trouble with underage girls!" 

And he said, "Mother, Charlene's twenty-five, and I'm old enough to know what I'm doing. And I'm thinking of making her my chatelaine." 

Then she went away. 

Chatelaine? My mother used to have one but she sold it during a bad patch. It was made of silver with scissors and stuff, and it was heavy. Maybe he means he likes me with my legs open? I like him that way, anyway. Well. But I know his name now. I never knew anybody called Molineux before. It sounds expensive.

When we'd finished our meal he accompanied me to my room. He came along to the bathroom and listened while I relieved myself and brushed my teeth. They had put my own toothbrush there. But I didn't see the rest of my things. Then I went to bed and slipped under the covers. He smiled at me and pulled them back, and then he pulled my panties down, and told me to lift my legs. Some chatelaine, I thought. 

He took something from his pocket and pushed something into my pussy. It felt like two balls. Then he put something else up my ass that felt like a string of marbles. I wiggled my ass a bit; it was a pleasant feeling. He pushed my legs down again, put my panties back into place and pulled the covers up over my body. 

Then he kissed my cheek, stroked my hair and wished me goodnight, switching the light off as he closed the door.

I tried to roll the balls around in my pussy a bit, but I was too tired. The bed was soft and big, and the room was nice and warm. I slept like a log. 

I woke up because someone touched me. The room was dark, but I heard the rustle of material; later I saw it was a silk dressing gown. 

Good morning, sleepy head - it was a woman's voice, one that I had not heard before, a little like a song. 

Good morning, I said. 

The woman stroked my hair, and then she moved the cover off my body, slowly. She ran a hand across my breasts and down to my sex, and then she pulled off my panties and went between my legs and started to kiss my pussy. 

Hey, she said, did you bring your Ben-Wa balls? 

And I said, so that's what they are? No, the master of the mansion put them there. 

Molineux? Wow. He must see something in you alright. 

Then she pulled them out while she sucked on my clit. Oh! I suddenly felt I had to go to the bathroom fast. 

Why don't you just pee in my mouth, she said. 

No please, I said. No way! I'm a good girl! 

So I hurried into the bathroom, and she came with me, and I just ran for it without bothering to find the light switch. She stood next to me, and when she hear my piddle burbling down she put her hand under my pussy and tried to find my opening with a finger. 

Bah! No accounting for tastes. But it felt good to be rid of it. I went to the door, found the light shift and saw the woman was licking her fingers. I went and washed my hands, and we went back into the bedroom.

She lay down with me and she pulled the blankets up. She said she was Mary Louise, Molineux's younger sibling. 

You're his sister I said. Wow. 

She said she preferred to be called his sibling. 

Ok. I said that Molineux must be much older, but she said he was only thirty-two; in her family men always went grey at the temples before they were thirty. 

Then she started to rub my tits. She said I had nice breasts, her brother was right. 

I ran my hands to hers, and she opened her dressing gown, moved up a bit and pushed one into my face, so I opened my mouth to suck on it. Wow! It felt really different; there was a little ring through her nipple and it felt smooth and weird to my tongue. So that was what Molineux had meant when he said I might feel it soon. 

I asked her if Molineux had asked her to come to my bed, but she said he hadn't. She always saw visitors early in the morning. 

I asked if I could look at her, and she put out an arm and switched on a bedside light. Molineux was right; it looked really sexy!

She was very beautiful. She had long red nails, well manicured hands and lovely black hair. She wore eyeliner and blue eye shadow, and she had a beautiful mouth, with a lot of white teeth. No more than mine, probably, but that's the way she looked. And she had beautiful breasts, too. They made me jealous, actually. 

Hmm, I thought, what a nice way to wake up.

She lay down again and ran a hand down to my pussy. She knew what to do with it, too – she really made me squirm. So I went down her belly. It was nice and soft and curvy – and then I touched a cock, and a really big one, too. You could have struck me down with a feather. Man! 

She looked at me quietly and asked if I didn't want her to go now. I wrapped my hand round her cock and squeezed it. She sighed deeply and I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. 

It was a little weird alright. My upper half was making love to a woman and my lower half felt her cock pressed against it. But she really was a woman to look at and she really felt like one, apart from that one cock. Even her legs felt like a woman's legs. I stroked her cock and slowly pushed her foreskin down. Then I turned round to look at it. It was a beautiful cock, with a nice brownish red colour and a purple head that shone and had a drop of liquid on top. 

I moved myself on top of her and started to suck, and she pushed her face into my pussy. She had a soft tongue and it felt really good. Her cock was so thick I could hardly get my hand around it. She tasted very nice, and I tried to get her deep into my throat. I could only get some seven inches in, and I started to moan around it and I tickled her balls. Then I withdrew and worked my lips around the base of the tip, with only the tip in my mouth. I think she liked it, for she got even more rigid. S

he asked if I'd like to fuck.

Wow! Fucking a woman that way felt sooo sexy! She knew what to do with it, too. She came slowly inside, but I was so wet that she needn't have bothered. I loved it. She rubbed her pierced nipples against mine, and she fucked me nice and hard. Oooh! I felt my juices run down my legs, and the thing in my ass rubbed against her cock, and she seemed to know exactly where to find my g-spot. I was completely horny again, and I tried to touch her nipples with my fingers. She got up on her arms, so I could look at her cock pounding into me and then she fed her nipple to my mouth. The piercing didn't seem too weird any more, it just felt very hot! 

She could really fuck. She rolled her cock lengthwise and touched me everywhere inside. Then she kissed me again and fucked even faster. I had felt an orgasm build for some time, and it was too much. Man, Did I feel myself come! 

I squirted over her cock, and then I felt her spurt into me, spurt after spurt. She collapsed on top of me and pressed her breasts against mine. 

She lay panting in my ear for a long time; then she sat up and thanked me. 

I said it had been really nice, and I kissed her again.

Then Molineux came in, and greeted us. I see you know each other, he said with a smile. How do you like Charlene? 

Mary Louise just smiled and nodded. She looked quite happy, too. 

He said we were expected in the breakfast room in half an hour. 

Mary Louise lifted her eyebrows and looked at me as if I'd just won the pools. 

Molineux said Janine would come and dress me, as my own clothes were not suitable and that he'd like me to put in the Ben-Wa balls again. Phew. 

He grinned at us and left us. 

I asked Mary Louise who Janine was, and she said she was my Lady's Maid. 

Is that in capitals? I'm not sure. So this weekend I had my own Lady's Maid. Wow! That really felt expensive, too.

Janine came in and took me into the bathroom. She washed me, shaved my pussy, perfumed me and made my face up. Then I put in the Ben-Wa balls. Janine dressed me in a kind of suit with sensible shoes. 

I asked why I wasn't going to wear heels, and she said it was the master's orders. Some news.

When I was ready Mary Louise came to my room again. She was dressed like a real lady; no one who didn't know would ever notice! She took my arm and we went downstairs.

The breakfast room was big and you could look out. They said it was the lawn. It was the size of a meadow, though. You had a really nice view. There were a couple of deer, and it was nice and sunny. 

Molineux's mother was there, and Molineux, and a few people I didn't know. 

Molineux introduced everyone and I shook hands, also with his mother. She seemed better at ease now that she couldn't see my tits through the material of my clothes. I think it would work that way for me, too.

Breakfast was good, and I found I really had an appetite. Everybody talked about nothing in particular, and I sat and listened. It did not seem too daunting; if I listen long enough I can certainly talk along. 

Molineux addressed me once or twice, and nobody seemed to think I was a bimbo.

After breakfast Molineux took me apart. He said he thought I had been at a pony camp long ago. 

Yes, that was true. 

So he said we would go riding that morning. Wow, on a big horse. 

I asked if there was time to brush my teeth and take the stuff out of my nether parts. 

He told me to leave them in. They would keep me nicely turned on, he said. 

Ok. 

But I could go and brush my teeth; we would meet in the hall.

They took us outside, and the horses were waiting. I loved riding there. Molineux often rode beside me. He can be very funny and he looked very sexy, too. The balls were nice. They did not get me off, but I had to think of my ass and pussy a little all the time. They were a kind of reminder that kept my vulva swollen. Phew. Strange habits alright.

When the ride was over we rode to the stables, and Molineux offered me to go and discipline one of the men. 

Mwah, that didn't really appeal to me. No thanks. 

He smiled and asked if I'd care to come for a swim with him instead. 

I said I hadn't brought my bathing suit. 

He said it didn't matter. 

A nice skinny dip seemed alright, so I said yes, I'd love to.

He took some towels and we walked to a big pond or a small lake together, and there was a kind of jetty sticking into it. Molineux undressed. He opened his arms and waited for me to come into them, and he started to undress me. He was really sweet. He stroked and caressed every new nude part, and he felt me up, and pinched my nipples a little. Phew. I felt my pussy get quite swollen again. Then he felt between my legs and slowly pulled out the toys; first the marbles and then the balls. That really turned me on no end! He kissed my mouth and then he ran to the end of the jetty and he dived into the water. I ran after him and went in, too. 

It was cold! I came up spluttering and Molineux swam up to me and he put his arms around me. His wet body felt lovely against mine, and he felt warm. Nice! He put his hands under my buns and held me up while treading water. 

I nuzzled his cheeks and he seemed to like it for he slipped a finger into my pussy and ran his thumb over my clit, and when I reached out for him I felt his cock was hard and hot. 

He asked if I had ever fucked in the water. 

I said all the things I had done here were new for me. 

He said that was good. 

He wanted me to sow my wild oats quickly; he didn't want me to feel I had missed out on anything. 

I didn't really understand – but he seemed quite serious. 

He kissed my mouth and put both hands under my buns. He lifted me a little and I felt his cock try and find my entrance, so I reached down and helped him in. It felt really good, his warmth in the cold water, and he fucked slowly and he sucked on my tongue. I loved to feel him inside. He was big, almost as big as Mary Louise, and he fucked even nicer. He didn't have such nice breasts, but his arms were nice and strong, and he was in very good shape. 

I put my arms around him and stroked his wet hair, and then I took his head in my hands. I loved the way he kissed. 

One of his hands sneaked up to my breast – he started rolling my nipple between his fingers. Oooh, that felt soo good! While moved in and out of me he started giving pecks at my face, and softly biting my nose, and then his tongue was in my mouth again. He put his hands round my waist, and moved me up and down couther to the rhythm of his hips, and it made me feel very hot. I tried to help out by bucking down on his cock each time he moved me down, and he sucked my tongue into his mouth even more furiously. 

He started panting, and he told me he liked the taste of my mouth, and I kissed him hard to thank him, and I felt a massive orgasm build. I wanted his sperm in my pussy, and I began to squeeze and roll him the way I had rolled the Ben-Wa balls most of the morning. 

Ooh baby, he said – and then I felt his cock contract and grow even more rigid before I felt his hot sperm blast against my womb. 

He forgot to tread water, I think, for we almost disappeared into the lake. Phew! But his strong arms were still around my waist, and he brought us back up again. 

He grew soft slowly, and when he slipped out it felt really strange in the cold water. He took my hand and we swam to the jetty together. 

Then he got up on it and pulled me out of the water. He took a big towel and rubbed me completely dry and warm. 

I asked if I could dry him and he said yes I could. 

I really loved feeling him through the towel. He seemed to like it, too, for he grew hard again. 

Oh dear, he said, here I go again. You seem to have that effect on me. H

e pulled me into him and kissed me, and then he asked me to get dressed – it was time for lunch, he said. 

I held up the balls and looked at him. He nodded, so I put the balls back in. He helped with the other thing.

He took my hand again and we walked back to the mansion. On the way he talked about Mary Louise. 

He said she sometimes went in to visit people who stayed at the mansion, and that most of them freaked out when they found she was a little different. She had told him I hadn't, and she had really appreciated making love to me. 

I said I thought she was very sweet, and sexy, and that she felt like a woman anyway. 

Would I mind making love with her more often? 

I said I wouldn't; I'd love to. Was I going to be invited over again, then? 

He grinned, and said that yes, I was. 

Ooh, super, I said. 

But the first night's treatment will not be repeated, he said. It will be just my sister and I. 

She calls herself your sibling, I said. 

Molineux smiled a little. 

Yes, he said, but I don't think of her like that. You called her my sister, too. I really loved that. 

Oh, I said, and I loved her piercings. You were right, they are very sexy. I will try and find a piecing shop in town, and have myself pierced. 

He smiled at me again, and told me that he didn't think it was a good idea. 

I thought I had said something wrong, but then he said he didn't trust those people. He had done his sister's piercings himself. Would I trust him? 

I stopped and put my arms round his neck and said I would. 

Then he kissed me again and said that he would pierce me the next afternoon before I was to go home. He asked if I liked to wear dresses. 

I said yes, especially in summer, but I didn't have too many of them. 

He nodded. He said he would love me to wear dresses. Ok? 

Well, I thought I had brought a dress in my bag. But I had not seen my bag any more since I had arrived. I didn't even know where my key had gone.

The meal was lovely. We had lunch with only the three of us: Mary Louise, Molineux and I. I was a little worried because I didn't know how if I could say Molineux, so I just said "you," but I don't think he noticed. I decided to ask him once we were alone. I asked him how long I could stay and if he would drive me back. 

He didn't answer the first question; he said they would drive me home, but just for a little time. 

I don't think I always understand him, but Mary Louise sat smiling at me like the Cheshire cat. She has green eyes, too. 

Molineux said there would be a dance that night. There would be people from the neighbourhood and a small orchestra. But we had the afternoon for ourselves. He said he would like to show me around the mansion. 

Phew. It really was a mansion alright; nothing like a bungalow. He showed me the cellars, and the door to the kitchen and the quarters for the staff. Then we went to his study and the library – it was full of big books in leather. 




Oooh... Ch. 02



I had already seen the breakfast room and the dining room, and he showed me the other big rooms on the ground floor. Then we went upstairs and he opened the door to his bedroom. It looked a lot like the one I was in, and so did May Louise's. 

He pointed out where his mother lived. She had her own apartment at the end of one of the corridors; he said she usually had meals with them. 

He said with us, so I thought he meant Mary Louise and him. 

And then he asked if that was alright with me. 

I said yes. As if I had a say in it. 

The next room was big and sunny. Molineux said it was the nursery, and he asked me if I liked it. 

I said I did, and I asked him if he wanted me to be a nanny. 

He smiled and said he didn't.

When we had seen the whole place we went back to a room they called the music room that had a piano in it, and lots of easy chairs, and a fireplace and a lot op paintings. There were paintings everywhere all over the mansion; these were pictures of flowers and instruments. 

Mary Louise sat down at the piano, and Molineux got a chest from a cupboard and took out a violin. They played a piece of music that sounded very sad. It was rather nice alright, and different from the music I usually play at home. Then they asked me if I played or sang. 

Well yes, I said, under the shower sometimes. 

They shook their heads. They said they did not mean that. 

I said I was sorry, and they said they did not want to make me feel sorry. 

Molineux asked me to sing something so I sang a bit of a Beatles' tune. 

He said that I had a good voice, and that I must find someone to give me singing lessons. 

I wonder if there are any people like that in town. 

Then we talked some more about the dance. I asked them if I could have my bag, because I didn't want to dance in the suit I was wearing, and they said I would be dressed for the dance by Janine. 

The afternoon was getting on, and Mary Louis became less and less talkative. She kept looking at me and she looked more and more like the Cheshire cat. 

Eventually she said that she liked to show me something in her room; and she asked Molineux to come along. I wasn't sure what she wanted, though I thought I could make a good guess.

We went upstairs to her room and May Louise showed me her wardrobe, with lots of dresses, shoes and underwear. Some of the underwear was quite nice. She showed me one piece that looked very sexy. 

Oooh, I said, that is really nice. 

It was white, and it was all connected together, and it had no cups to speak of and no material where your sex is. It looked very expensive. 

Would you like to try it on, she asked. There is a mirror over there. 

I felt a little shy, what with the two of them looking at me, but Molineux smiled at me and nodded, so I said yes. 

I undressed, and Molineux said I'd better take out the balls and stuff. 

Then May Louise handed the set to me and I put my legs through, and then pulled it up so that the straps ran over my shoulders. They pointed at the mirror and I walked over to have a look. I looked – I don't know, but if I hadn't been me I would have loved it – 

I think Molineux thought so, too, for he came up behind me and cupped my naked breasts with his hands. I do love you like this, he said. 

I felt very sexy with his hands on my tits and I looked in the mirror as he moved one hand down my belly to my pussy, past the piece of cloth that was the top of my panties to the open space under it. His index finger found my clit, and I had been so worked up by everything I almost immediately orgasmed. 

Come, Molineux said, let's turn around and give Mary Louise a look. 

He turned me around; Mary Louise looked at me with big eyes. 

You look delectable, she said, and then she quickly undressed, too. 

She came up to me and pressed her body into mine. Molineux let go of my breasts. He undressed as well, and then I felt him behind me again. He must have oiled himself a bit, for when I felt behind me his cock was all slippery. He bent his knees a bit and put the head of his cock against my rosebud. 

Oooh, naughty, I thought. 

He slowly pushed into me, and then he stopped, and Mary Louise entered my pussy. She softly pushed all the way in, and it felt sooo good, feeling their cocks fill me up completely. 

I clasped my legs around Mary Louise's waist, and they started to fuck me together. I kissed Mary Louise, and I felt Molineux' hands on our breasts. Then he found my hand and worked his fingers through mine, he nibbled my ear and then stuck in his tongue. If I hadn't been between them it would have made me jump. 

I turned my head and kissed him, and then I turned back again and Mary Louise took over kissing me. It was very sexy and very sweet. They made me feel – I don't really know. Welcome or loved or something. It was not like alls those cocks the previous day – it was more about me and them and not just about my pussy, if that makes sense.

Somehow I must have been overcharged, for it wasn't long before I came – and it seemed to last and last and last, and I must have flooded Mary Louise's cock with my juices. She did not seem to mind, though. 

She told me I was lovely and Molineux said he loved our being together that way and then he went back to my ear. 

I tried to wiggle my bum against him, and he seemed to like that, too, for he clasped my hand hard. Finally the two of them came together, and I felt them spurt and spurt into me. I came again, and then I felt completely exhausted. 

I felt them go small ands they softly put me down, and Molineux kissed me and said thank you for making love to the two of us. 

I said thank YOU. I had loved this. It was much nicer than all those people I had yesterday. 

We showered together and then Mary Louise said I could wear her underwear again, if I liked. 

I said yes, please; it felt very naughty, wearing it under my decent clothes. 

So we all got dressed and Molineux said we would have a small family dinner before I would be dressed for the ball. 

Family dinner? Oh well, that was fine, of course. We went to the dining room and had dinner together. It was no small at all; there were four courses with lots of wine. I only drank a little for I was afraid I would trip during the dance if I drank too much. 

Molineux' mother was there, and the three of us. She didn't say too much, but she kept looking at Mary Louise and me. 

Mary Louise had her Cheshire cat looks again; maybe her mother knew why? It made me feel slightly uncomfortable at first, but Molineux' mother was very kind to me. 

After dinner Molineux told me to go to my room to get dressed. He said Janine would make me ready for the ball. 

So I went to my room. 

Janine told me to take off my suit and to sit in front of the dressing table. She made me up again, but much simpler than the first night. She did do my hair up the same way. 

I asked her to tell me how to do it, but she said I didn't have to do it myself. 

No, I thought, not while I'm here. So I tried to feel what she did; but I wasn't certain I knew. She did my nails and helped me into a pair of hold-up stockings. Then she made me put on a half-slip and a beautiful dress. It really showed off my figure, and it looked very decent. Nobody who saw me would ever guess what I wore underneath!

When Janine had finished she told me to wait a moment; Molineux would come and collect me when he had dressed. 

He wasn't long; before I knew he knocked and walked into the room. He looked wonderful, so I curtsied, and he took my hand and kissed it. I don't know why, but he really made me blush. 

He took my left arm in his and we walked down the stairs to the hall. I thought he would want me to go into the dance room but he said we were going to receive the guests together. 

I said I had never done so before but he said I would cut a good figure. Well. 

He introduced me to all the guests. I can't remember ever having shaken so many hands, and I'm afraid I've forgotten most of those names now. A good many men kissed my hand, too. 

I really felt uncomfortable again; it was not like Molineux kissing my hand. 

Molineux did most of the talking, but many people talked to me, and I tried to answer as well as I could. It felt a little strange at first, but then it became fun.

The dance itself was long and I got very tired. The music was nice; there was a small band that played all sorts of music. I was glad my mother had insisted I take dancing lessons! All the men that wanted to dance with me bowed to me first, and I saw that the other women curtsied in return, so I copied that. 

Molineux came and fetched me, and the guests went away, and they all said goodbye and thank you to us. I think I must have been very red in the face – as if there was anything to thank me for!

Phew! When everyone had left we had some wine in the drawing room, and after that Molineux' mother and Mary Louise left. Molineux looked at me for a long time. I started to feel very, very uncomfortable. 

Then he smiled, and started to talk. He said that I had done very well that evening, and that I had made a good impression. 

I wanted to ask him something but he held up his hand and went on. He asked me if I liked the mansion. 

I said I did; I really do. 

And then he asked me if I minded making love to Mary Louise now and then. 

I blushed again. I said I didn't; I told him I really thought she was very sexy, and very sweet. I also told him she reminded me of the Cheshire cat, and he said that was because she really liked me, too. 

Then he blushed. He really did. He stuttered a bit, and then he asked if I liked him. I said yes. I said I liked him a lot better than my boyfriends. 

He nodded and then he asked me if I had ever thought about children. 

I said I hadn't, and I told him I was on the pill – the one that got injected. 

He said he knew - heaven knows how? But would I be entirely opposed to the idea? 

I said that it depended. None of the boys I had met so far seemed too dependable, and I didn't want to lose my job and be a single mother. 

He said that he didn't want me to be a working mother, nor a single one either. Then he said he wanted fresh blood. Creepy! 

He must have read my face, for he said he didn't want to drink it, but he wanted to make sure there were no more Mary Louises. 

Oh well, I think I can understand that. It must be difficult sometimes. 

He added that he really loved her. 

Well, I had noticed that. He nodded a couple of times. 

Then he asked me to come and sit on his lap, so I went over to him, sat on his lap and cuddled up to him. I thought he was going to take of my dress but he just put his arm around me and kissed my face. 

Then he asked if I would like to live at the mansion with him. He said it so softly I could hardly hear. 

I asked if he really meant it and he said he did. 

He looked at me very earnestly, and he said that he would like to have me there all the time, but that there would be no more orgies – maybe a trio with Mary Louise now and again. 

I said I would love to stay, and the orgy had made me feel a bit sore, and I definitely wouldn't miss it, although it had been very sexy. But I loved Mary Louise and him much better. 

Then I asked him if I could call him Molineux. 

He raised his eyebrows. 

Well, I said, you have never introduced yourself yet. 

Really, he said. So that's why you have never used my name yet. 

I nodded. 

Oh my dear, he said, that's just how we would react. Please do call me Molineux. He nodded again and kissed me, and then he got up while he just lifted me into the air. 

Come, he said, I'll take you to your room. 

He carried me, as if I were a baby. Oh well, I loved to feel him near; I was just a little worried about the dress.

In my room he immediately took it off. It looks very good on you, he said. But I like you even better this way. 

He looked at me like you look at a Christmas present you really like. I'm not sure, but it seemed as if he saw me for the first time – and he really seemed to like what he saw. It made my nipples go very stiff. I was still wearing Mary Louise's undies, so he could see them grow. I spread my arms and invited him in, and then I undressed him. He couldn't keep his eyes off me. 

Come, he said, please get on to the bed. I want to fuck you from behind.

So I got up on the bed on all fours, and he got on behind me. I thought he would plunge into me straight away, but to my delight he first pressed his mouth onto my pussy. I tried to look at him but Í could only see the top of his head. He was very good with his mouth. I loved the way he worked me up very slowly. Then he stopped and I felt the tip of his cock press against my cunt. He moved up and down my slit a couple of times. Then he slowly entered me, and started a fuck that felt sooo sweet – but I think I was really a little tired so I sank down on my elbows and then I rested my head on my arms. I did squeeze Molineux' cock, though.

Molineux suddenly stopped, and withdrew. 

Won't you lie on your back, he asked, so I stretched myself and rolled over. 

Then he lifted my legs and spread them and entered me again. He finished fucking me kissing my face and tonguing me very sweetly. 

When we had both come down from our orgasm he kissed my nipples, and then he put his mouth on my pussy, and slowly sucked our come out of me. Oooh man! That was truly lovely. 

Finally he kissed me once again with our taste on his tongue.

If you still want to I will pierce your nipples tomorrow, he whispered. 

I nodded and smiled, and kissed him again. Yes please, I said. 

He stroked my face and got up. I'll ring for Janine to come, he said. 

Then he kissed me again and wished me good night.

Janine bathed me and put out a new baby doll. 

The other one had got a bit crumpled, she said. 

This one was light blue with pink ribbons on the cups and panties. It closed between my breasts. I was so tired that I slept before I hit the pillow.

The following morning I awoke in a light room. I suppose Molineux must have opened the curtains. He sat on the bed, and he was busy undoing all the bows. 

It made the cups fall apart, and my breast stuck up through the openings. He caressed them and smiled at me, and then he undid the ribbons on my panties and parted the fabric there. 

Then he kissed me before he started to make love to me with his mouth, long and slow and very tender. He paid a lot of attention to my nipples. When he touched my clit I exploded. 

Oooh! This was really super. 

This was absolutely lovely, I said. 

Good, he said, for we must not touch your nipples for some time after they're pierced. But Mary Louise says they're much more sensitive afterwards. 

Then I asked him I could be on top. 

Yes please, he said, so I straddled him. 

I took his cock in both hands and rubbed him up and down, and then I sank down on him, impaling myself to the root. Wow! I bent over to kiss him and then we really went for it. It was the best time yet. 

He bucked against my bottom and I banged my pelvis down at every stroke, and his hand was between us doing things to my clit. When I felt him spurt I came and came, too. I collapsed on top of him and he cradled me in his arms and whispered sweet things in my ear. 

He made me smile. He was sooo sweet – quite unlike the boys at home. They just want to bang me, but they never say sweet thing at all. I don't think Molineux would ever call me Betty Boop.

Then he got up. 

I'll leave you to Janine, he said. We'll have breakfast in half an hour.

Janine dressed me in a simple set of underwear – it WAS a little transparent, but apart from that it was very decent – and a summer dress. It was a little tight around my waist, but not too much.

After breakfast Molineux took me to his bedroom, together with Mary Louise. I thought he wanted to fuck me again, but instead he said he was going to pierce my nipples. 

He was going to put in simple bars, he said; he would put in rings when they had healed completely. 

I asked how long that would be and he said it depended; it might only take six weeks but it could also take much longer. 

I must have looked very disappointed, for he said he didn't think it would be too long, and we had to be careful, but I didn't have to be celibate for so long. 

Then he asked again if I wanted it, and I said yes. I loved to please him for the kindness he showed me. 

Then he said he'd want to ask me something else after we'd finished. 

It was less painful than I'd thought. Mary Louise held my hand and I squeezed hers hard, but I didn't shout. 

Shall we do one first and the other later, he asked. 

I said no, I'd rather go through it only once. 

So he also pierced the other nipple. Then they took me to a mirror. Wow! I really had two small bits of jewellery sticking out on either side of each nipple. 

Thank you, I said, and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled. Then he put some bandage over my nipples and told me to put on my dress without the bra. Your breasts are firm enough, he said, so no one will notice. I turned round to see what Mary Louise was doing but she had left the room. While I put on my dress Molineux said he wanted to ask me something. He started to stutter again. Then he seemed to shake himself and he asked me if I wanted to be his chatelaine. 

I said I wasn't sure what that was. 

Then he said it was the lady of the mansion, and that he wanted to marry me. 

Well – what could I say? Will it be alright with your folks? But I expected Mary Louise wouldn't mind. 

He looked so sweet and so nervous that I almost laughed, but I also had tears in my eyes. I don't know why? I usually do not cry so easily. So I kissed him hard, and I said I yes, and he kissed me back and then he had tears in his eyes, so I had to kiss them away. 

We went to the library. When we came in His mother and Mary Louise were sitting there waiting. 

May I introduce my new chatelaine, Molineux said, and Mary Louise started jumping up and down for joy, and then she kissed me, and Molineux' mother said welcome to the family. Phew!

(Molineux took me home that afternoon, to pick up my clothes and stuff, and to post a letter to my employers saying I was sorry but I would not return to work for them. 

Molineux asked me to discontinue the pill. He says he thinks I'll make a good mother and he'd love to make love to me when I'm pregnant – I really hope so. 




He also asked me to say thank you to my readers who wrote those naughty emails, but he will check my email for them in future. He does keep a girl busy alright.)



Oooh... Ch. 03



Oohhh. What a way to wake up! Sooo nice! 

They must have been very careful to put the handcuffs on without my noticing it -- the blindfold can't have been too difficult. What after the fucking he gave me last night, I must have slept like a newborn baby. I woke up when they put the ball gag into my mouth.

Oh -- my bladder is full. I'd like to get up and pee, but they won't let me, and I wouldn't really want them to, either. I love lying on the bed stretched out and open to them, my pussy covered in last night's cum, my nipples stiff and tender with the rings through them, and hands taking any liberty they like. One hand is softly tugging at the ring through the hood of my clitoris. I don't know whose it is; they usually start very soft and tender. 

I'm three months pregnant. I was afraid at first it might be Mary Louise's, but Molineux said she can't father (or is that mother in her case?) a child. Hermaphrodites usually can't, it seems.

I had thought it would take my appetite for sex away completely. Some mistake! Phew, I've never felt more in the mood, and that really means something. 

Molineux is very solicitous. I'm not allowed to do anything much, but he seems to love touching and cuddling me even more than usual, and we seldom go to sleep before he's given me a good fucking. 

And my labia feel funny all the time. I couldn't really say in what way -- it's just a little weird, and very sexy!

Molineux is sooo sweet! He never could keep his hands off me much, but since I'm pregnant... Only at official occasions and during meals will he behave! Oh, and when we got married... He had chosen my underwear for that day and he knew what I looked like under my decent white dress, and Janine, my lady's maid (not with a capital. I thought it looked better the other way...) had rouged up my nipples, and he kept looking at me, and I think he had an erection almost all day! You should have seen him once we were alone... or perhaps better not. But it was sooo sexy! I was sore for three days.

There is a tongue at my nipple. It's flicking the ring through it back and forth, and drawing circles around it, and it's making it quite wet with saliva. It feels really slick and sweet. I wish I could see whose it is -- once they're at it longer I will find out. 

Oh! Now there is a finger touching the inside of my pussy, too, and another tickling my rosebud. Oooh, I wish they'd put it in, too -- but they know too well how to get me all wet and willing and begging for it -- and they love to hear me beg. 

But as yet I can't -- not until they remove the gag, and all I can do now is bite it and clench my pussy muscles around the finger inside and push my chest out to get more of that tongue on my nipple. Please, please, please.

The tongue stops again, and it is replaced by two hands pulling my nipple rings, softly but without mercy. It makes me sooo hot! Oh, my pussy must be dripping; I can feel the top of my legs getting wet.

There is a tongue at my navel now, and it pushes the tip inside. I'd like to have a navel piercing -- I must remember to ask Molineux. He'll probably like it, too; he was so happy when I agreed to have my clit hood pierced!

Yes! The finger at my rosebud pushes its way inside! Oh, lovely! Please, go and move it -- please, please -- ahhh... good. Yes, that's what I like. Yes!

They have stopped tugging at my clit ring with their fingers to replace them by a mouth. Oooh, even better! It sucks at my clit and makes it grow a little. I can feel it's not its full size yet, but it does pulsate and I can feel my heartbeat between those lips. They must feel it too, I suppose. I don't know for sure; I only sucked someone's clit once and I can't remember. Perhaps I can ask Janine to let me try? I'll have to ask Molineux first.

The fingers at my left breast are replaced by a mouth again -- I can feel the chin against my breast. It's slightly raspy, so that must be Molineux, and the mouth on my clit is Mary Louise's. Molineux can suck in such a way that makes me go all warm and weak inside. He is sooo sexy! 

Mary Louise has taken her mouth off my clit. Oh -- oh dear! Oooh! They're putting the egg in my pussy -- I can feel it pop in. They just let it sit there for some time -- oh please, don't switch it on --do switch it on -- oh, I don't know... It always make me shake and shiver when they play with me with it and make it vibrate inside me at any speed they think fit.

It works by remote control, and Molineux once used it on me when we were having dinner with his mother. I must have gone very red and sweaty for she asked if I was alright a couple of times. 

If I was alright? Man, I was cumming so hard it took all I had not to squirm and sigh all through the meal. And Molineux just sat there smiling at me sweetly.

He took me to the bedroom straight after the meal. Oh, I really needed that. I'd gone so horny I almost ripped off his clothes. Wow, was I dripping! I think that was the time I got pregnant -- we were at it all afternoon. Hmmm, that was really nice.

All the hands and mouths have stopped. They have turned on the remote; the egg in my pussy is buzzing softly. The vibrations run through my pussy and up to my clit. Oooh! I feel all swollen and bloated and I think they must be watching me squirm. Please! Please touch me again! Oh, if it weren't for the gag --

There is something warm against my cheek. I know what it is, but I can't feel whose. The skin of Mary Louise's is slightly looser than Molineux', but I have to have my lips around it first to find out. Blast that gag! I'd like to suck it in and taste it.

Oooh. I feel as if I were just a pussy, and two breasts and a lot of nerves -- my whole body is tingling. I wish they would do something about it -- I need them inside, and they're just stalling. They know that the longer they wait, the wilder I'll fuck them and the harder I'll come. Please -- don't wait too long -- please...

The go back to my clit and nipples. I can't feel the hairs of a chin on my breasts any more so they must have changed places. Mary Louise is sucking my nipples really hard now alternating between them, and playing with my nipple rings with her tongue, and Molineux is all over my pussy with his tongue. He know exactly how to drive me wild, and he loves it. They make the egg in my pussy vibrate harder too. Molineux is lapping up my juices -- oooh, there it comes -- I can always feel it -- yes -- oooh, they make me squirt all over his face. I know he likes it; it's why he loves to torture me like this.

They let me lie for some time, until my orgasm has ebbed away completely. I'm still completely egged on, but the nerve ends are a bit more at rest. Phew! Aren't they nasty -- and don't I love it!

Someone strokes my hair. Then the hands move behind the back of my head and undo the gag. They take it out of my mouth and I suck in the air. Hhhh... But not for long. They feed a cock into my mouth almost immediately. Good -- I needed that. I can tell by the feel of the skin it's Molineux; he loves my mouth around him and I'm going to give him my best blowjob yet. I'm so in love with him and he tastes sooo good -- oh, I really love doing him nice. Please, please, come into my mouth more deeply! Yes -- that's it, baby!

Oooh! Mary Louise must have undone the restraints on my legs. I didn't notice but I feel her lift my buns and squirting some oil in my crack. She works it into my little hole with het finger, and oils up my crack with her other hand. That feels sooo slick! I could come from the feeling alone, and I moan around Molineux' cock. 

He likes that, too, and he takes the back of my head in his hands and starts fucking my mouth. He knows how I like it -- he never really makes me gag; he just makes me feel very sexy and desirable. Oooh, I love his cock in my mouth and down my throat. Come on, baby, give it to me good! Please!

Mary Louise has finished oiling my bottom. I feel the tip of her cock against my back door. Oh, yes, do come in! The head of her cock goes past my sphincter with a kind of pop, and she stops for a moment to make me adjust. Then she pushes in slowly. She sits on the bed on her knees, her lovely, soft long legs folded under mine, and she lifts my bottom to the right height for her. I can feel she's wearing stockings, her legs are all smooth. 

Oh, they've revved up the egg another notch. It's vibrating like mad now, and Mary Louise must feel its vibrations through the thin membrane between my pussy and her cock. Wow! It can't be longer than twenty minutes or so since I woke up, but I feel all turned inside out and upside down. What joy! 

Mary Louise starts fucking my bottom. Oh please, give it to me hard -- I give each stroke back to her as well as I can. But my hands are still in handcuffs and it's a little hard to move.

I start humming round Molineux cock. I know he likes that, he always fuck me even harder when I do. Yes! Go for it! Please, do me good! 

I want to make him cum so badly. I'm getting impatient for his cum on my tongue. He tastes sooo good, and it's already over a day ago. Please Molineux, please Molineux, please Molineux... Aaah, finally! Here he cums! His first spurt comes on the down stroke and I can't taste that, but he knows I love him on my tongue, and the other spurts come just where I want them. Oooh, sooo good!

Molineux goes limp and his cock slips out of my mouth. I sigh contentedly and smile, and say thank you to him. 

Mary Louise suddenly pushes in as deep as she can and holds herself still. I can feel her contract; then she, too, empties her balls. I can feel my backside filled with her juices. And I slump down, feeling in seventh heaven. 

Molineux undoes my handcuffs. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock. I stroke and squeeze him to make him hard again. I hear Mary Louise go into the bathroom, and she runs the tap. Good, she must be washing her cock -- so she will want to fuck either my pussy or my mouth. 

My ministrations seem to work out well; I can feel Molineux grow in my hand. I love the feeling of his cock getting hard and serviceable. I love what he can do with it even better -- anything he can do with it. Yes. 

I hear Mary Louise return to the bedroom. Molineux gets up, and for a very little time I'm alone on the bed. Then I feel someone lie down on it and I am helped up to a standing position. They're Mary Louise's hands. "Please," she says. "Get down on your knees."

I go down on my knees and I feel Molineux slide between my legs. He puts his cock against my rosebud; I'm still so slippery with the oil and Mary Louise's cum that he slides into me like a knife through butter. Oooh, I love his cock inside me, and I know this means I'm going to be DP'd. Yes! I always like that sooo much, and they're sooo sweet together! 

Molineux has his arms around me. His hands are on my breasts and he pulls me into him. Then I feel Mary Louise move between my legs. She pulls out the egg, and it feels as if my pussy lips won't close any more. But she quickly changes that feeling when she weighs herself down on me and pushes in. Sooo sweet! I really love Mary Louise, and not just because she's Molineux' sister. 

Ahhh! At last I can really participate. As they ride me hard and fast I buck into them and squeeze their cocks, trying to feel all the sensations at once. They've both come already, and so they can last a long time. They do. 

Oh please, give it to hard, I moan. I'm getting all sweaty and even hotter than before, and we're all panting and Molineux is grunting and whispering sweet things to me, and I have one hand on Mary Louise's beautiful breasts, and the other is holding Molineux' hand. He's twining his fingers through mine, and presses them. 

Oh, Molineux! You don't know how happy I am, with a lover like you and your lovely sister into the bargain at times.

I start cumming again, first just a little but them more and more and my orgasms seem to roll into one and I keep cumming and moaning and I try to tell the others to come with me but they are not there yet and I just keep cumming.

Molineux takes my head in his hands and kisses me, his tongue deep in my mouth. Then he releases me and I feel Mary Louise's mouth on mine. Oh yes, Dear Mary Louise, kiss me please. Oh, I do love the both of you -- and you're sooo good to me! 

Finally the two of them cum, only a little time after each other. Mary Louise lies down on top of me and rubs her face against mine, and Molineux bites my ear before he allows himself to let his head sink into the pillow. 

I turn my head round and kiss his lips, and then I offer my lips to Mary Louise to do the same. 

"Thank you very much, darlings," I say. "What a great way to wake up!"



Oooh... Ch. 04



(Molineux has been very busy and so I haven't been able to use the computer for a long time. but here I am again. Oh, you wouldn't want to see me now - or perhaps you would; I'm really visibly pregnant now. There is a line running down my belly and my breasts look different. But they say that's only a temporary change. I do hope so. When Janine woke me that day I was still slim.) 

That day when they'd eaten my pussy for a long time I had felt really curious if you could feel the blood throb in someone else's clit with your lips. I asked Molineux, and he said he thought you could, but he wasn't sure, because he always had too many sensations to attend to all at the same time; and he said his cock used to distract him a little. 

Yes of course; it always distracts ME nooo end! But maybe that's not the point. Anyway, he looked at me and smiled a little, and he asked if I'd really liked to know? Maybe he could arrange something, he said. He would be off for business anyway. 

I wondered if he was joking; but he's usually serious about his promises, so I thought, well, maybe I will find out. 

Molineux left on a Thursday, and I felt a little alone. I always do when he's not there; it makes me feel all hollow inside. Molineux' mother and Mary Louise were away, too, so I had dinner all alone in the big dining-room. It spoilt my appetite; and I went to bed early. Janine had laid a simple nightdress ready for me. It was long and thin and transparent, and it had matching, thin panties. I felt sooo sexy wearing it, but there was no-one to share it with, so I might as well have worn cotton pyjamas, I thought. Molineux would not return until Sunday - three whole long nights. It felt like eternity.

I fell asleep almost immediately, and I slept like a log. I woke up when I felt someone move the hair from my face, very softly and tenderly, and when I opened my eyes I saw Janine's face close to mine. Good morning, my lady, she said with a smile. My lord asked me to keep you company for the time he's away.

Janine is a little older than I am, and I'd always seen her dressed very primly, with an apron and stuff, with simple make-up and a bun that made her look rather severe. Now she was wearing completely different make-up than usual, and her hair hung loose around her face, soft and shiny, and she didn't look severe at all. She looked quite lovely, actually, and her mouth almost made me drool; it was beautifully done in glossy, bright red lipstick. 

She got up, and she stretched herself. I think my jaw must have dropped; she didn't wear her uniform but she wore some very sexy underthings, al lacy and smooth and slinky - a balconette bra, and a thong, and garter belt and stockings, all bright red. Her breasts were conical and they sat proudly on her bra and her nipples pointed my way and they were very large, and the front panel of her thong was completely diaphanous. She was clean-shaven, and I could see her pussy lips through it. She looked sooo sexy! Wow, I thought, I wouldn't mind her company for a couple of days. 

She bent over me again and kissed me. It was a sort of butterfly kiss, very light and perfumed, and I drank in her eyes. They were beautiful and very bright, and she smiled as she kissed me, and she briefly ran her tongue along my lips. It made my lips tingle. Oooh, I thought, wow!

While she looked at me she felt for my pussy with her right hand. You're a little stubbly down there, she said, let's do something about that!

She stepped back and held out a hand and I took it and she led me into the bathroom. I suddenly felt how full my bladder was, so I went and saw to that first. Janine stood close by and watched as the yellow shower burbled into the porcelain bowl. Then she took some paper and dried my pussy.

Now, my lady, into the bath with you, she said. 

I found the bath filled and ready for me; she obviously had prepared the morning well. 

Janine took my nightdress and slipped it off my shoulders, and she briefly touched my breasts before she helped me out of my panties. Then I stepped into the bath. I sat down in the hot water, and then Janine lathered up a washcloth and started soaping me all over. She touched every part of my body, and she paid a lot of attention to my nipples and my clit. It was all very slithery and sexy! 

When I was nice and clean again she produced a razor and shaving cream. She carefully shaved my pussy and my armpits, and she stroked my legs; but she decided that they were quite smooth enough.

She asked if she could make me up in a sexy way. Her treatment had me worked up so much already that I readily agreed, and she put me on the low stool and started on my face. I couldn't see what she was doing because she blocked my view, but I didn't mind. I had a wonderful view of her body in the sexy lingerie - her breasts were right in front of my eyes - and I could smell her perfume mixed with her own smell and mine, and I could look at her face while she worked on mine. She was smiling to herself, and when she paused for a moment to look at my face she smiled at me, and I started to feel very hot and bothered. She made me squirm; I was dripping! Oooh, it made me sooo horny!

She really took her time, but then she was ready at last. She curtsied and took my hand and led me to the mirror. Wow! I hardly recognised myself. My cheeks were pink and my eye shadow was a little pinkish, too, and my lips a glossy red like her own; and she had done my eyelashes so they looked very thick and appealing. I looked a little as if I was still in the throes of some strong orgasm. 

I wish Molineux could see me like this, I said. 

Janine smiled. He will, she said, and she showed me there was a camera running. 

Oooh, I said, wow! 

Then Janine perfumed my pussy and the valley between my breasts. Yes, she said. This will do. Time for breakfast?

Oh no. I said I was much too excited for breakfast. 

Janine gave me a little smile again, and she took my hand and we went into the bedroom again. 

Come, my lady, she said, then you'd better lie down on the bed. She looked at me as I stretched myself out upon the mattress, and then she ran her hands through my hair. She arranged it like a fan on the pillow, and then she ran her hands all over my body. It felt completely different than when she'd washed me; now it was soft and insidious and it all seemed aimed directly at my pussy. 

She hadn't even touched my nerve ends yet when I felt myself glide down, down, down. Her touch was something completely new for me; she obviously knew exactly what she liked, and she let me experience just that. Phew! And all that just by touching my skin!

She waited for me to come back again while she sucked my fingers into her mouth. She looked wonderful in her red lace, and I could hardly wait to hold her in my arms.

But Janine was not ready yet - no way . She bent over me and started to work on me with her mouth. First she explored my face with her tongue and lips. She carefully avoided my cheeks so the make-up wouldn't be ruined, but the lipstick was waterproof, and it didn't smear either, and she touched all clear parts of my face and I was getting very horny again. 

When she'd explored my face completely, she stroked my arm and lifted it. She bent over my shoulder an licked my smooth-shaven armpit. Oooh! No one had ever done that to me before, but it was a great feeling. She got up on the bed and squatted over me, and licked and munched my other armpit, too. I felt her nipples graze my stomach and her smooth stockings touched my sides, and I stroked her hair and her back. Oooh, man, I couldn't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed her tongue touching me! It was sooo sexy!

She stopped for a moment to kiss me, and she smiled at me, and I loved her eyes - I never noticed before how sweet she really is.

My breasts came next. She made my nipples as hard as Molineux, but she used a lot more spittle, and she made them feel very slippery and wet, and they were hot and hard and tingling, and Janine's tongue running round them in circles and wetting them even more, and my soul was running round, too - I'm afraid I'm not too coherent, even now; but then I felt my thoughts go round and round as I lay tossing and turning with delight. I can't remember what I thought. Maybe I didn't think anything at all, but it was absolutely overwhelming. 

I lay biting my lip and making little sounds, and stroking her cheeks, and she ran her hands over my belly, and then she descended to my navel and on to my feet. Oooh! She sucked my toes into her mouth, one by one, and bathed them in her saliva, and she tickled the space between my toes with her tongue, and it made me squirm even more, and I was bucking my pelvis, up and down, and my thighs were all wet, and my clit felt as if it was twice as large as usual, and my pussy made sopping noises, and she hadn't even touched my pussy yet.

It felt very swollen. It was aching to be touched - by her hands, tongue - whatever. But the feeling was too wonderful and the treatment too loving to stop it, and I just let myself go along with the tide.

Then - at last! Oooh! Janine licked her way up along my legs and finally - finally! - hit my pussy. She used her tongue and her lips only; her hands came much later that day. She ran the tip of her tongue through the valley between my inner and my outer pussy lips, and then she sucked the inner ones into her mouth and lashed at them with her tongue. Just when I thought I'd go straight over the edge she let go of them and planted soft kisses on their ridges, and when I felt myself coming down again she went back to taking them into her mouth. She kept me hovering on the brink, and it was sooo sexy! I just lay making noises and touching her hair and my own nipples that were still puffed up and tender with her kisses, and she just kept torturing me -- long, long, long -- but sooo sweet! Ohh Janine, ohh... Then it hit me. I saw stars and I must have come like anything -- I found out later the mattress was all wet. 

Janine stopped and sat next to me and stroked my hair. When I could focus again I looked at her, and she smiled and kissed me hard. I could taste my juices on her tongue and lips, and I held her face with both hands.

Then she moved her legs and lay down on top of me. Her breasts touched mine, and she wrapped her arms around me, and she put her tongue in my mouth. I could touch her back and her buttocks, and I reached between her thighs and found her pussy. The crotch of her panties was dripping. She must have become as horny as I, and I tried to get my fingers under the material of her thong.

She rolled off me to make it easier for me to touch her. Oh, yes, my lady, she whispered. Her pussy felt wonderful. It was very sticky and slimy and just the way I hoped, and I slipped two fingers in. I felt the walls of her pussy clench around them, and I found her mouth again while I moved my fingers in and out. Then I got up on my knees and moved to the foot of the bed, and I hooked my middle fingers into the waistband of her thong. She wore it over her garter straps, and I could easily slip it down her legs. When I had taken it off she spread her legs and looked at me with veiled eyes. Oooh, man, she was really needing to come. I bent over her and kissed the bulge over her pussy. She tried to push herself into my face, and I happily complied with her wishes. 

I had licked another pussy on the day I came to the mansion, but it had not been like this. This was sooo intense! I used my fingers to push her outer labia out of the way, and then I just licked up and down the inner ones, first, slowly up and down, and up and down... Janine's fingers were in my hair. She was breathing hard and raggedly, and she was working her pelvis to make me touch her as firmly as she could. I drank in her taste, and I used as much saliva as I could, and when I thought she was wet enough I pushed the point of my tongue between he pussy lips. Her taste grew even stronger, and she clamped her vagina around my tongue. It felt sooo sweet. Janice was moaning now, and she was saying yes please oh Charlene yes please and I don't think she really saw anything much. 

Then I remembered what I had asked Molineux, and I drew my tongue back from her pussy. I put my lips around her clit and sucked it hard. 

Oooh! She came so hard I was afraid she would pass out, but she didn't. She lay panting as if she'd just run the marathon, and my face was all wet with her juices, and I felt my own pussy tingle. It was sooo good! While I waited for her to come back to my level I realised that I still didn't know. But then... the other feelings were much more important. So that was Molineux had meant. My pussy had distracted me, too.

She looked at me as if she saw me for the first time. I smiled at her and told her she was sweet. She beamed, and she opened her arrms for me to creep into, and I did.

She asked if I would like to have some breakfast now, or that I would like to play some more. 

I said that my throat was dry, but I didn't feel like breakfast. Maybe we could have some water.

Janine smiled and said she'd get us some drinks. So I rolled off her and she went to the bathroom, and she came back with two glasses of champagne. Hmm! It felt wonderful on my tongue and in my throat, and we sat on the edge of the bed together, slowly sipping our drinks and feeling each other's body. 

When my glass was half full I handed it to Janine. I want to feel your nipples with my tongue, I said.

She said she had to put down the glasses first. 

Then she came back to the bed, and she sat down on her haunches with her hands on her back and pushed her chest my way. Her nipples were right in front of me. They were really large and they didn't taper but they looked like little balls, just as if they'd been made for my lips to pull at them. She wore a lovely perfume between her breasts. They looked very sexy, presented on her red bra and beautifully pointed, and I when I touched them they felt soft and resilient and very natural, and then I put out my tongue ant touched the very tip of her left nipple. I remembered how she had bathed mine in saliva, and how wonderful it had felt. So I collected some, too, and then I closed my lips around the narrower bit at the bottom of her nipple and played it with my tongue and my spittle. I looked up at Janine's eyes, and she looked at me a little anxiously, and so I smiled around her nipple and she smiled back at me. I put my hands round her breasts, and squeezed them lightly, and then I let go of the one my mouth was on and found her pussy. 

I knew what it looked like now, and I knew how her clit lay cradled in the fold of its hood, and I first pressed her pussy lips together with my fingers. Then I took the hood of her clit between thumb and index finger and pulled at it softly. 

Janine moaned, and she put one hand onto the mattress to steady herself, and she ran the other hand through my hair. 

I traced all the sweet lines of her sex with my index finger. It felt sooo good and sweet and sexy, and slippery and warm, and the smell of her perfume went to my head, together with all the sensations in my lips, my tongue and my fingertips.

I licked her other nipple, and she shivered, and pulled my head into her breast. She asked if I liked her tits, and I nodded and smiled. Did I like them! Oooh!

When Janine started to shake I bit her nipple and sat up straight to kiss her. She put her arms around me and indicated she wanted to lie back again. And when we lay stretched out on the bed she rolled me over and crept on top. She put a leg between mine, and then she wiggled her hips until our vulvas touched, and she rubbed her vulva into mine, and she rolled her breasts, now and then making them graze my nipples. I can't remember they ever were so swollen before. She bit my lower lip and then she put her tongue deep into my mouth. She had a long tongue, and I loved feeling her there. 

She started to rub her abdomen and vulva insistently into mine, and I started to feel all het up. It was much, much different from making love to Mary Louise; it was even more feminine, and it was sooo sweet and sexy at the same time. Janine seemed to know all the sensations of my pussy much better than Mary Louise. I think she also knew them better than I knew myself, for she suddenly made me come sooo hard! Oooh! She came hard herself, too, and we were all sweaty and the bed smelled of pussy and perfume and my thighs were all wet and sticky. It felt so lovely! 

She hardly gave me any chance to come down from my high; she gave me a wicked grin and reached under the pillow, and produced a long, supple pink silicon double dildo. For some time she rubbed one of the tips against my slit and the other end against hers. Then she turned it around and fed her end into my mouth; she sucked my juices off the other end. Hmm, did she taste good!

I always keep a bottle of oil and a tube of jelly on the bedside table. I took her taste off completely. She drew the dildo out of my mouth and took the bottle of oil and slickened up both ends, running her hands around the bits slowly. Then she rubbed it along my slit and shoved it in, and she sat down between my legs and took the other end inside her pussy. Oooh! It looked very kinky, our pussies linked by the silicon snake. She leant back on her elbows and stared moving her hips back and forth. It made the dildo move inside my pussy and I tried to answer her rhythm by moving my buttocks on the mattress. 

Janine used one hand to rub her clit while she increased the speed of her motions. I bent her way to caress her pussy lips, and she smiled at me sweetly, but she was panting too much to speak, and my throat was dry. It didn't take too long for me to reach another orgasm. It came trundling on from somewhere far away in my loins, and it made my face go all hot and bothered, and it seemed very light at first but then it shook me like a storm in a bank of reeds. Janine must have felt the same, for she moaned like mad and when I took her clit between my fingers she screamed. She slumped back onto the bed, and I saw her eyes move up and I could only see the white of her eyes for some time.

Then she looked at me again. Ohh, she said, that was nice!

I could only nod. I got up on my knees, and I felt the dildo slide out of my pussy with a slithery movement, and I bent over her and kissed her deeply. Oooh, that was nice, I said. 

She nodded. And we have two whole days left yet, she said and winked.



Oooh...



Finally he undid my blindfold. It was the man who'd driven me! 

"I'm the master of the mansion," he said. "Did I fulfil the promise I made?"

"Yes," I said. "I loved every minute of it. I'll gladly come again."



Ooohhh...Atlanta



For You, Kevin

Kevin Sutherland had been wanting to go on vacation for nearly two years. He had gone to Miami's South Beach when he was a teenager with his parents years before, but now that he was almost thirty and making a decent living, he panged to go back, this time with a wallet full of money and nobody looking over his shoulder telling him what to do and what not to do. Kevin wanted to see ALL the sights South Beach had to offer.

Being an up and coming reporter for a small New England Daily however, Kevin just hadn't been able to find the opportunity to get away for an extended period of time. The news unfortunately continued whether Kevin Sutherland wanted a few days off or not. Kevin felt both a twinge of pride as well as sickening embarrassment that he hadn't missed a day in over two years. More than anything else, he direly needed to get away and enjoy life a little.

It had been frustrating for Kevin, seeing coworkers of his with lesser talent and work ethic moving on to bigger papers in and around Boston and with the constant 'nose to the grindstone' lifestyle he was leading, Kevin could feel the initial stages of burnout setting in.

So when Kevin walked into his editor's office that Monday morning, his overriding hope was that his request for 10 days of vacation time would be the primary reason for the sitdown.

"Hey Kevin...Come on in," Kevin's boss, Richard Lennon, said between sips of his coffee. 

"Good Morning Dick...what's up?" Kevin answered slyly, knowing his editor hated to be called that.

Looking down, Kevin immediately noticed his vacation request sitting on the top of his boss's cluttered desk.

"What do you think is up Kevin?" Lennon smiled slightly. "You keep bugging a guy for a couple of days off...he might get the feeling you don't like him or something."

Leaning forward in his seat, Kevin tried containing himself, feeling the tide was moving in his favor.

"So...Mr. Lennon...you're saying that you're gonna..." Kevin said slowly, suddenly trying to be as polite as he could.

"...I'm gonna give you a few days out of the office," Lennon interrupted, knowing Sutherland might be a little less interested when he put the conditions on the vacation time.

"YEEESSS!!" Kevin screamed internally, doing his best not to pump his fist in front of his boss.

"Calm down boy...calm down... Look Kev...I'll cut to the chase," Lennon continued soberly, "I'm giving you a week off to do with however you want, but first I have a little assignment I'd like you to do for the paper. You like baseball don't you?"

"Yeah Dick...I like baseball...but I'd rather be on the beach drinking a cooler full of Coronas," Kevin replied jokingly.

Richard Lennon picked up a two month old copy of a newspaper sitting on his desk, rolled it up and passed it towards Kevin, who showed catlike reflexes snagging it from the air.

"You know what that is Son...that's a copy of the biggest selling issue in our newspaper's history," Lennon beamed in a proud, fatherly tone.

Kevin opened it up and scanned the front page. "The Carney Killings..?" Kevin asked, curious as to why that particular issue sold so many copies.

"That's part of the reason...check page 17 though....the front of the sports section....back when the Braves visited Fenway in May...remember the blowup."

"Oh yeah...." Kevin sighed as opened the paper up to page 17. "Rocker almost killed Hildebrand after the game when he asked Rocker if he was sorry about what he said about New York fans after meeting Boston's fans." 

"I think Hildebrand meant it as a joke...but I guess after Rocker blew the game he was in no mood for humor," the editor laughed. 

"Well Kevin...the point is.....the Sox go down to Atlanta next week for a series and I found enough money in the budget to send someone down there to cover it."

"Dick...Mr. Lennon...we're just a small town paper...were not the Globe...why are we doing that?" Kevin asked, amazed at his editor's sudden freedom with the purse strings.

"Because of what your holding in your hands right there Son. When Hildbrand got Rocker to blow up like that and ESPN, CNN, SI all called, it gave our paper some much needed national attention...I want us to at least have a presence down there for the rematch series."

"Well...why not send Hildebrand back down there since he's at the center of the storm..." Kevin shot back.

"I tried...the Braves wouldn't approve his press pass...can't blame them I guess... they just want this whole thing to disappear...that's when I thought of you Kevin. And you know as well as I do....Hildebrand's scared to death of that guy now...Your the only guy left on the staff here that I think could stand up to Rocker."

Kevin just sat back in his chair stunned, internally smiling, while he bathed in the rare compliment from his boss.

"And the fact that I was going down that way to Florida didn't have anything to do with it either..." Kevin said sarcastically.

"None whatsoever," Lennon laughed, both men knowing it was the truth.

"OK Dick...I'll do it. I guess I can stomach 3 days in Atlanta to spend 10 in Miami," Kevin beamed, suddenly imagining the warm Florida sunlight on his skin.

"One more thing Kevin...that's only 5 days in Miami...I need you back here to cover the Carney Murder Trial that starts in a week and a half," Lennon said, taking some of the air out of Kevin's balloon.

* * * * *

"Goddamn its hot!!" Kevin gasped, wringing the sweat of his neck as he sat in his open air press box seat at Atlanta's Turner Field.

"It ain't the heat down here Kid...it's the stupidity," a fellow Boston sports journalist said who was sitting beside Kevin for the game, eating a very messy chilidog.

Sitting in front of Kevin was a scorecard, the first one he had used since he was a effervescent 12-year-old watching the Sox with his Dad at Fenway Park. A big yellow legal pad sat to his side also along with two Bic pens to use to write down any relevant items to bring up at the post game locker room interviews.

Kevin always loved baseball growing up but with heartbreak after heartbreak coming from his beloved Red Sox, he had slowly weaned himself from the American Pastime. He still enjoyed the game enough however to sit through three sweltering days in Atlanta to get a week on the sands of South Beach.

Sitting in the press box several stories above the playing field watching batting practice, Kevin's eyes gravitated up to the large diamond vision screen above the outfield stands that showed game highlights and ran occasional commercials.

Somewhere during the litany of ads, CNN ran a commercial for their 24 hour cable service, CNN Headline News. Kevin watched with bored fascination, chin resting snugly in hand, as the promo ran by.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and were treated to the wonderful smile and beautiful face of one of the Headline News anchors on the huge screen that he had always lusted after. Her name was Lynne Russell.

Being a reporter himself, part of Kevin's job description entailed keeping up with the newsworthy events locally as well as around the world. On the occasions when he was home during the evenings and channel surfing, he had always made it a point to check in on what was unfolding throughout the country by taking in a dose of CNN Headline News. Often, the lovely anchor would be the well dressed and stacked figure of Lynne Russell sitting behind the desk, reading the day's news with a voluptuous, almost come hither look on her sultry face.

Kevin felt strangely like a lovestruck schoolboy when he would sit and watch such a beautiful and well built woman stare straight at him for minutes at a time, almost as if she was doing her job only for him.

When the CNN ad disappeared off the diamond vision, it was followed by a brief reminder that CNN offered daily tours of the huge TV studios. Right then, something clicked inside Kevin's head, telling him that would be a great way to kill a few hours the next day before he had to report to the ballpark.

* * * * *

As Kevin was shepherded through the tour along with the 20 or so other tourists in his group, it hit him suddenly that it was early in the afternoon on a Saturday. He cringed at the realization that he had never seen Lynne do a show that early in the day, especially on a weekend.

Now deflated, in more ways than one, Kevin stoically fell in line with the group and tried his best to block out the monotone drone of the tour guide as he desperately scoped out any other attractive women to take his mind off of not being able to see Lynne.

About halfway through the tour, as the procession meandered across the elevated walkway that gives the tourists a chance to look down onto the inner workings of the main studios at CNN, Kevin's eyes were completely diverted from the sight of the middle aged woman's butt in front of him, down over the walkway, into the main studio.

A moment after he began staring down, he ended up plowing right into the woman's behind. "OOOOPPPSS...Gosh...I'm sorry Miss...I must have tripped...I'm sorry," Kevin blathered, trying to compose himself.

"That's OK..." the slightly graying lady replied, as she turned to see if he was really alright with a voice that seemed to say..."OHH...you could bump into me ..ANYTIME."

Feeling a little queasy from the woman's tone, Kevin immediately looked back down over the rail to see if what he thought he had saw was still actually down there.

It was almost as if something sinister and needy had switched on inside Kevin's head and before he knew it, his feet had taken a left when the rest of the tour group had continued on straight and he had suddenly found himself one closed door away from entering the Headline News Studios.

There was an elderly security guard, with gun, posted outside the door. Instinctively, Kevin eased up to him with an amiable air and a media savvy, smug smile plastered across his face. The security guard tipped his cap towards Kevin as he approached and Kevin nodded his head back in recognition.

"Good Afternoon, Bill," Kevin said confidently, reading the guard's name off his badge as if they were old friends.

"Good day Sir," the guard replied, letting Kevin by without a hint of resistance.

Once inside, Kevin was overwhelmed by the sheer size and layout of the place. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up contemplating how many people from all corners of the world were actually watching the programming that the nerve center in which he was standing was beaming out. 

Runners ripped and zipped around him, getting their emails, faxes and text copy to where it needed to be. Kevin simply stood on the outskirts of the room, enjoying the air conditioning and watching as the employees went about their jobs like ants scurrying around the huge floor.

Rotating his head from left to right, Kevin took in the breathtaking sight of the wall of huge monitors that were hooked up to almost every country that mattered in the world. He also saw the small anchor desk off to the side that was surrounded by several $100,000 cameras. As his eyes continued to scan, suddenly his gaze finally fixed upon the sight that originally had dragged him away from the boring tour. His eyes had not been deceiving him.

It was in fact Lynne Russell sitting at her desk, legs crossed, and typing away madly on her computer.

Lynne was wearing a short black business skirt with a matching ivory blouse. Her dark jacket was draped over the back of the chair behind her as she sat there erectly, her long red fingernails typing like mad.

Kevin felt himself swooning as he watched the lurid way Lynne's long and toned legs intertwined as she sat there. He also felt his dick begin to throb as he swore he could almost feel the rich texture of Lynne's midnight black stockings as they rubbed together against each other.

He shuddered when Lynne casually reached down, almost as if she didn't even consider anyone else being around, and dug her fingernails into the fabric of her stocking at about mid-thigh level. With a subtle tug, Lynne proceeded to snugly grip her hose and pull them up, tighter against her left leg before resuming her typing.

"Geez," Kevin sighed in a raspy gasp.

Just at that moment, one of the runners darting by grazed him, momentarily breaking Kevin out of his lust filled hypnosis.

"I'm..sor... " Kevin began before realizing the guy who hit him was in such a big hurry, he was already well out of earshot.

Turning back towards Lynne, Kevin's body quickly warmed internally, staring at the sensuous middle aged brunette.

Kevin stood there mesmerized, doing his best to conceal his flat out lust for the busty brown-haired newswoman. He sensed keenly however that he would soon have to make a move one way or the other so that too much attention wouldn't be drawn to him just standing there staring.

Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Kevin began to turn and make his way back to his tour group after successfully getting to see the beautiful sight of Lynne Russell up close and in person. As he turned however, the booming, gruff voice of a man yelling Lynne's name grabbed Kevin's attention.

"You're on in 20 minutes Lynne, " The balding man shouted from halfway across the crowded set. "Go get your makeup on so we can go over a few things before you hit the air...there are a few things different about doing weekends your probably not use to."

Lynne looked up from her computer and smiled slyly towards her shouting producer on the other side of the studio. Hitting the save button on the keyboard and switching the monitor off, Lynne slowly uncrossed her legs and raised her statuesque frame up from her chair. Stretching backwards slightly to work out the crimp in her back, for just a moment Kevin was treated to the sight of Lynne arching her large round breasts out fully, to the point where he was sure he could see both her nipples poking out slightly from her tight cream colored blouse.

Turning quickly on her heels, Lynne spun around and slunk her way towards the hallway where the makeup rooms were. Without consciously realizing it, Kevin's feet began moving forward in the exact same direction that Lynne was gliding.

Lynne briskly sashayed up the well lit hallway, the sound of her black patent leather pumps echoing sweetly back down through the hallway into Kevin's ears. Kevin watched Lynne's rear end intently, as the sounds of her heel clicks filled his head, almost salivating at how good the woman's tight ass looked, snugly covered in her short black skirt.

Kevin was about 15 feet behind Lynne when the realization hit him that he simply just couldn't follow the news anchor into her makeup room. Slowing down, Kevin felt himself begin to giggle internally from the whole silliness of the situation and prepared to turn around to head back out of the studio.

Taking one long lasting deep breath, staring directly at Lynne's rear profile and the way her long wavy dark hair rested below her shoulders, Kevin tried his best to save one last delectable memory in his mind to savor for the rest of his life.

Turning around to retreat back in the other direction, out of the corner of Kevin's eye he saw something happen to Lynne. There was the distinct sound of a hollow crack and Kevin immediately turned to see what had caused Lynne to suddenly lose her balance.

Instinctively moving closer, Kevin could see Lynne's left leg buckle and the beautiful middle aged beauty teeter like an elegant pelican on one leg. The sound of Lynne's deep husky voice shrieking "Oh Shit," echoed down the hallway as Kevin eased up behind her.

Totally reacting on instinct, Kevin sprang heroically up behind Lynne and put his steady hands on her back to keep the 5 foot 10 inch Amazon beauty from falling down.

"OOOHHHH....," Lynne gasped, feeling herself begin to topple only to be caught from behind.

As Kevin helped Lynne right her balance, both looked down onto the floor and saw that the 4 inch heel on Lynne's left pump had totally broken off.

"Damn," Lynne spat disgustedly, "That's a $150 pair of shoes...you wouldn't think they would just fall apart."

"Are you alright?" Kevin asked in a voice tinged with shyness.

"I think so," Lynne replied, "I'm glad you were there...I might have had to do the news tonight in a wheelchair." 

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," Lynne said looking over her shoulder at the guy holding her from behind. "Are you one of the new interns?"

Before Kevin could think of a proper reply to Lynne's friendly question, suddenly he felt the awkward but very real sensation of Lynne's tight behind pressing snugly against his crotch as he tried steadying her.

"Oh My God," Kevin whispered to himself, helplessly feeling his cock inflate to the point that it pressed furtively out against the fabric of his own slacks onto the dark material of Lynne's business skirt pressing against his crotch.

"I just know she's gonna slap me any second now," Kevin cringed to himself as his libido and common sense fought a terrible battle over determining what his next move would be.

* * * * *

Lynne had been through this seemingly awkward situation with the young horny male interns so many times that it had become almost routine. Just like all those times before, a young kid nearly half her age who through some evil stroke of misfortune had been in the right place at the right time when her heel had snapped or she had tripped or dropped some packages.

Now here she was, still in Kevin's arms with the swelling ridge of his penis tapping her rear as she 'accidentally' swayed her behind in an attempt to 'steady' herself. Usually all it took was 4 or 5 twists of her ass on an erect penis to either make the owner of it cum in his pants or to make them take off running in the other direction, totally embarrassed from the overwhelming sensations.

As Lynne waited there in Kevin's arms, one heel on and one heel off, she was surprised he had done neither of those usual outcomes yet.

Like the proverbial cat that catches his first bird, Kevin held Lynne in his unrelenting but soft grip, paralyzed momentarily as the realization sank in over who he was actually holding.

Feeling his cock throb and twitch spastically against the back of Lynne's tight skirt, out of the corner of his eye, Kevin detected a dark empty make up room directly beside him.

Helpless in his arms, Lynne waited for Kevin to make his next move.

Making a decision that was purely born from his lustful desire, Kevin lowered his right hand from Lynne's muscular upper arm and wrapped it around her waist. With a determined tug, the visiting reporter pulled an off balanced Lynne into the darkened room and closed the door behind them with catlike quickness.

Once inside the darkness of the small stuffy room, the sound of Lynne's rapid breathing and the scent of her elegant feminine perfume filled Kevin's senses completely, arousing him even more.

When he heard the front of Lynne's blouse collide against the wall in front of her, he gently pushed her flat onto the wall and lowered his left hand right onto Lynne's round, tight buttocks. Squeezing her asscheeks with his touch, Kevin smiled wildly in the dark, loving how good the beautiful older woman felt under his surprising control.

Taking his right hand off Lynne's waist, Kevin eased it up the back of the woman's body until it disappeared into Lynne's long, thick, wavy dark hair, brushing it aside until her pale neck was totally exposed.

Opening his mouth wide, Kevin's face descended in the darkness. His nostrils flared slightly as the potent smell of Lynne's rich perfume filled his senses the closer he got to the nape of her neck.

As his lips crashed down hard on the softness of Lynne's throat, Kevin clenched his hands tightly against Lynne's frame, both of them lustfully collapsing into each other as Kevin began ravaging her neck.




Ooohhh...Atlanta



With Lynne's soft hair tickling the side of his face, Kevin rolled his wet tongue gently down Lynne's collarbone until it smacked up against the silky fabric of the news anchor's expensive blouse. Rubbing his tongue back up the other way, Kevin slid it up all the way back up until he could taste the perfume that was spritzed behind Lynne's ear.

She could feel her heart thump wildly in her chest as Kevin held her cheek against the wall. The softness of his kisses mingled with the strength of his grip, combining to make Lynne's taunt body slowly turn to jelly.

The middle-aged temptress could plainly feel Kevin's left hand holding her hair while his right hand suddenly disappeared off her waist. Lynne went breathless waiting for where the young stud's touch would fall next.

A moment later the sultry newswoman would get her answer. Feeling Kevin's fingertips brush softly against the back of her stockings, Lynne's breaths become choppy and hurried as he methodically guided his digits steadily up the backside of her thigh.

Stretching her arms out, Lynne placed her hands flat against the smooth linoleum wall as if she was about to be arrested, leaving her whole body completely open to Kevin's masculine advances.

Using the fingers on his right hand like 5 individual massage heads, Kevin slowly crept his hand up the back of Lynne's leg until the silky softness of her stocking gave way to the lacy fringe of her garter.

His dick throbbed inside his pants , now painfully erect as he swept his hand over the garter onto the heated skin of Lynne's upper thigh. Feeling her toned thighs tremble and shake, sandwiching his hand, Kevin opened his palm, allowing the heat flowing out of the older woman's pussy to coat his entire hand and wrist.

Forcing his exploration upwards, Kevin's thumb and fingers closed tightly around Lynne's sizzling muff, griping it's fury mass tenaciously as the helpless woman whimpered softly in front of him.

"God your pussy's on fire baby...do you want me to fuck it?" Kevin heard himself whisper into Lynne's ear.

"AAAHHHH...." was Lynne's only verbal response. The liquid seeping out over the lining of her panties onto Kevin's gripping palm told him everything he needed to know.

The reality of who he was actually getting ready to fuck danced in the back of Kevin's mind as his electrified libido took over and the primal call to satisfy the woman that had just completely submitted to him caused his blood to boil with lust.

Folding two of his fingers around the moist fringe of Lynne's soaked designer panties, his fingertips quickly disappeared into the curly, dense, and humid bush that bordered Lynne's molten cunt.

"YYYEEESSSS...that pussy feels soooooo wet," Kevin hissed confidently as he poked and prodded the frothy opening of the woman's syrupy vaginal fissure. "Raise that ass into the air baby..Let me get a good angle to rip those panties away so I can ram my cock right into your pussy ...is that what you want Baby...HUH?"

A low guttural moan of base pleasure seeped from Lynne's throat as her hips thrust backwards, slamming hard into Kevin's gut. Pulling back slightly, Kevin lowered his left hand from Lynne's hair and briskly dropped it to the front of his trousers. Fumbling with the zipper for several moments, he was finally able to reach in and take hold of the fleshy piece of lumber that had been straining to get free.

Cock in hand, Kevin brazenly held his manhood out proudly over top of Lynne's uplifted ass before dropping it down. Smacking it vigorously against the smooth fabric of Lynne's tight short skirt, Kevin grinned in the darkness when he heard the dull thud of his cock smacking Lynne's behind echo around him.

Feeling the stud's virile erection pound her ass like a drum, Lynne ground her teeth together as he head shot back from her serendipitous arousal. 

"Give it to me," Lynne whimpered helplessly.

Clearly hearing Lynne's submission, Kevin immediately took the invitation. Sliding his hand off Lynne's swampy pubic mound, he guided his slick, wet fingers towards the underside of her panties.

As he deftly dug his fingers into the lacy undergarment and ripped them to the side, Lynne immediately felt a cool rush of air billow between her legs, cascading directly against her steamy vulva.

Using his left hand like a prod, Kevin lowered his weight softly down onto Lynne's spine through her blouse, forcing the middle aged woman to lift her ass up in the air just a little more so that Kevin would have all the access he would need to slide his massive white spear towards her velvety depths.

Taking both his hands away from Lynne's sopping sex momentarily, Kevin dug his fingers into the black revealing skirt and hiked it up forcefully, all the way up to her waist. 

Through the murky darkness of the closed up makeup room, Kevin looked down and could faintly see the contrast of Lynne's white thighs above the sheer darkness of her stockings.

With her skirt now nothing more than a large belt around her waist, Kevin returned his hands back to Lynne's quim, letting his wet sensual probes roller coaster around the inner folds of the woman's sizzling sex.

Feeling Lynne's knees buckle, Kevin passionately wrapped his left arm underneath Lynne's left arm and grabbed a handful of Lynne Russell's ample breasts through her silky blouse to hold her steady as he prepared to slide his cock into her waiting depths.

As the sensitive tip of Kevin's jerking phallus smacked up against the initial outer folds of the frothy wetness that was Lynne Russell's cunt, Kevin took a long and pronounced deep breath, finally allowing himself to comprehend that he was actually preparing to fuck a real celebrity, one that he had long admired and fantasized about. As his exhale left his mouth, Kevin clutched both of Lynne's now bare asscheeks forcefully before powerfully pushing forward, burying his steely girth first between the soft tether of Lynne's buns then directly into the news anchor's smoldering quim.

Once Kevin's mushroom shaped cock head disappeared inside Lynne's snatch, the rest of the wide shaft proceeded to plow ruthlessly into the heated sheath. He gasped loudly as the wincing sensation of his dick slamming against the back wall of Lynne's cervix exploded in his head. Kevin simply couldn't believe how aroused Lynne had gotten during the brief but intense moments leading up to the consummation of their serendipitous encounter. He thought to himself, as he slammed his dick in and out of her, since she had surrendered so quickly whether or not Lynne made this a regular part of her work day.

"OHH...GGGOODD...YYYESSSS," Kevin hissed into Lynne's ear, feeling her syrupy emissions drip down out of her pussy, onto his now coated phallic spear and onto his sweaty and hanging nutsack in a series of small pungent rivers.

"AAAAAHHHHGGGGG," Lynne managed to moan in a guttural whimper that emanated from deep within her lust filled body.

Kevin's chest muscles flexed mightily as he rammed his pride and joy harder and harder into the quivering pussy of the newswoman who was almost twice his age.

"Take that Baby," Kevin said cockily. "Squeeze me back with that pussy...come on...FUCK ME BACK!!" he grunted boisterously as he continued to sandwich the amazon like beauty between his gyrating frame and the cool tile wall.

Lynne honestly couldn't tell is she was standing, kneeling, or pressed face first into a hard mattress as the rapid fire waves of ecstasy violently continued from behind as the young visiting reporter prepared to bust a nut up inside her juicy pussy.

The position Kevin was thrusting at from behind provided a perfect angle for him to slide the wicked ridge of his blood-filled spear back and forth against the underside of Lynne's g-spot.

"OOOOOHHHH....SSSSHHHIIITTTT," Lynne cried before biting down hard on her lower lip. Overcome with lust, Lynne began trying to hump Kevin back with her firm muscular hips. After a couple of awkward sways of her ass backwards, Lynne was able to find her rhythm and proceeded to slam her asscheeks and her pussy into Kevin's crotch with as much vigorous passion as he was slaying her with from behind.

As if a flash of a firecracker had went off suddenly in the darkened room, Lynne's orgasm exploded out of nowhere causing her long, toned athletic legs to turn to mush as Kevin relentlessly continued his assault. Instinctively, Kevin held Lynne steady with his sweaty grip, knowing he would soon be experiencing the same temporary orgasmic paralysis.

Feeling Lynne's constricting pussy squeeze his cock as if it was trying to literally suck the seed out, Kevin fired his head backwards , spasming wildly as his super heated cum sizzled its way up his glistening rock-hard shaft before firing his milky ammunition deep into the middle aged woman's dripping cunt.

Frantically pumping his cock in and out of Lynne, letting his rich cum spew into every nook and cranny of the beauty's quivering quim, Kevin trembled with glee as he slowly arched backwards like a cowboy slowly bringing his horse to a stop.

As he slowly tried easing his still half erect penis from Lynne Russell's still squeezing snatch, Kevin smiled broadly from the sensation of dragging his cock through the massive amounts of mixed semen and feminine ejaculate that clung to it inside Lynne's pink sheath.

Looking straight ahead through the hazy darkness, Kevin could see the outline of Lynne's outstretched arms as they slowly lowered to her side from sheer exhaustion. Kevin beamed internally hearing the sound of Lynne's sculpted, manicured fingernails as they scratched down the polished wall in front of her.

Finally, Kevin was able to snake his cockhead completely out with a loud, resonating plop. Letting his spent cock dangle behind Lynne's quenched genitalia, he rubbed his cum-covered cockhead against her vagina one more time before slipping it's messy mass back into the fly of his trousers.

Reaching down and kissing Lynne one final time on the cheek, Kevin inhaled deeply, taking in one last gasp of the woman's aroma before politely lowering her short dress back down over her hips. He then turned quietly, exited the door and left Lynne alone to get herself ready to go on air.

* * * * *

Six hours later, Kevin Sutherland lugged his tired body back inside his hotel room at the Atlanta Ramada. The baseball game that night had thankfully been a 7 to 2 snoozer and after collecting a few locker room quotes, he had e-mailed tomorrow's story back to Boston.

Kevin tossed his sports coat onto the bed and sat down on top of it, needing nothing more than a good night's rest before he boarded the plane the next day to take him down to Miami so that he could actually start his real vacation.

Leaning forward, Kevin flipped on the TV to give the room a little background noise before turning in. As the TV screen illuminated to life, low and behhold, Lynne Russell was on Headline News just finishing up her shift.

Kevin gazed at the TV screen, mouth agape, as he giggled internally realizing the woman with whom he had fucked hours earlier was actually sitting on screen, staring out with a icy but articulate persona at the camera while his own cum was still embedded deep inside her pussy.

It was enough to make Kevin fall backwards on the mattress, laughing out loud from his good fortune as he spent his last night in Atlanta.

- The End -

Thank you for reading!!



OOOhhhh That Smell!



Christy was a young woman who enjoyed being somewhat controlled. She was an avid cock sucker who knew her talent and addiction. She simply had to suck her husband's thick cock everyday because she craved his cum so much! Sound like a fictional woman? She's not! She is my wonderful wife! 

Christy is very tall at about 5'9", a redhead. She is shaped like the classical rubenesque statues in Greece. Her breasts are large, capped with silver dollar aureoles and seemingly eternally hard nipples the same size as a #2 pencil eraser. She has flaring hips that lead to a very round full ass to die for! Her legs go on forever below with very defined muscles that really accent her beauty especially in heels!

She also possesses the wettest pussy n the planet since she is in a constant state of arousal! Going totally without panties is difficult since her juices will start to run down her thighs at every single sexual thought. 

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Today Dusty was taking Christy to go shopping for clothes at a popular mall and to have lunch. Christy wore a diaphanous baby doll dress that Dusty was particularly fond of since it was obscenely sexy on her. She wore a white thong underneath and no bra. Dusty smiled when he saw her coming down the stairs. He said, "Baby, you look like heaven!"

On the way to the mall, Christy's hand never left Dusty's cock, massaging him through his sport slacks. By the time they arrived he was very aroused, leaking precum into his underwear. He opened her door for her and as she swung her right leg out, he could see her white thong with the big wet spot on it flashing him. A smile played upon Christy's face as she looked up at him. They slowly walked into the air conditioned mall, Christy's nipples instantly turning rock hard in the cool air. Her breasts could be clearly seen if you looked closely at her, especially in the light. There were darker patches where her aureoles showed through the thin chiffon material. 

The couple walked around for an hour or so, checking out several shops. By this time it was lunchtime and they decided on a place to eat. It was a large restaurant, very cozy and dimly lit. As they ate, Dusty was making unusually constant eye contact with Christy as if he were thinking. Christy recognized this in Dusty and said, "Baby, what's on your mind?"

Dusty replied after a few seconds by holding out his hand and saying, "Panties!"

Christy knew he would not take no for an answer and she'd be rewarded for her obedience to this obvious order. She reached under the table and slid her thong off and over her feet. Just as she was handing them to Dusty, the waitress arrived to check on them. There was Christy's hand handing Dusty her panties! The waitress blushed as Dusty slowly but deliberately folded the panties into his pocket. A sly smile played across Dusty's face as the waitress stammered, "Can I get you guys any desert?"

Christy looked at her and said, "Thanks but we already have desert plans."

The waitress said, "Well I am Amy, and if I can help you with anything just waive at me!" She smiled and hesitated for an uncomfortably long few seconds before turning away and leaving.

Christy looked Dusty in the eyes and said, "What do you think?"

Dusty said, "Perfect! So what do you think?"

"I think it would be really hot!"

A few minutes later Amy walked back over with the check. Christy handed her a small note and Dusty handed her the credit card and the bill back. 

In just a few minutes Amy returned with the ticket for Dusty to sign, which he did. He tipped Amy well and the couple made their way out of the restaurant. As they were about to leave, Amy touched Christy's arm and said, "8 O'clock then!" 

As Dusty and Christy walked through the mall, Dusty asked Christy, "What did that note say?"

She said, "I asked if she would like to watch me give you head at our house tonight. I gave her the address and phone number just in case she was interested."

"So 8 O'clock was the time she wanted to be there then?" said Dusty.

"It seems so, my dear", Christy replied.

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It was 8 o-clock and there was a tapping at the front door. Christy opened the door and greeted Amy. She ushered her into the living room where she had snacks and drinks set up.

Amy made herself comfy on the wing-back chair as Dusty in only a silk robe sat on the love seat a few feet away. 

Christy said, "OK Amy, here are the rules. We will not touch you and you are only to watch. If it's OK with you, we would prefer you to also be naked and masturbating while we put on a show for you. We hope this is alright with you."

Amy replied, "Yes, of course, this will be fun!" She started removing her top and shorts. Amy was a brunette of about 5'4" and a bit chunky in a great way! She had huge tits and wide hips. Her pussy was trimmed into a "Landing Strip" type shape and her thighs and legs were pleasantly thick. She leaned back into the chair as Christy removed her clothes entirely and started to open Dusty's robe.

Christy started by kissing Dusty long, deep, and very wetly! Just like he liked it. Dusty said, "Massage my cock for a minute Christy." Her hand firmly gripped his cock and started a tight squeezing massage.

Amy had already started without them and had her two middle fingers of her right hand deep in her pussy. She was obviously rubbing for effect as well as orgasm. She had a bit of an exhibitionist side to her as well, it seemed!

Christy cradled Dusty's balls in her hand as a big drop of precum glistened on the slit at the head of his cock. She leaned in and licked the precum off, savoring her favorite thing in the world. She then slowly sucked one ball into her mouth and then the other, working her tongue around each one as she sucked on them. She moved lower and licked Dusty's "Taint" area for a few minutes. 

It was obvious that all three were very excited. The smell of pussy filled the air and the slurping sounds of exquisite cock sucking, was all that could be heard. There was no music, only the music of sex and love!

Amy was quiet except for her breathing. Her eyes on Dusty's very large and thick cock as Christy was below his balls licking his scrotum.

Christy pulled Dusty's legs up and drove her tongue into his ass as she rubbed her own pussy with her left hand. There was pussy juice running down both her thighs, making the room smell of her sex. She was moaning into Dusty's ass as she lovingly licked him.

Dusty need her mouth now and said, "Christy, suck my cock baby!"

Not one to turn down true joy, Christy began to slowly descend on Dusty's cock, which by this time had become completely wet with precum. She moaned as she tasted him. She lovingly licked all the precum off his cock with long sweeping strokes of her tongue.

Amy finally said something, saying, "God! This is so hot you guys! Christy, I can smell your pussy juice running down your legs! I thought I got wet! But you are a running faucet girl!"

Dusty told Amy, "She is always wet and anytime she get's excited, she just lets loose and her pussy releases ton's of girl juice like this! I LOVE IT!"

Christy was now taking deep, slow strokes of Dusty's cock. She pushed his cock into the back of her throat and then just relaxed and let the mushroom of his head slip completely down her throat. She held it there and rocked back and forth on it.

Dusty was moaning loudly now as he neared Christy's reward. He knew he needn't tell her he was about to come. She already knew it. She could feel him expanding, the head getting larger, his hips rising and falling. Soon he grabbed her head and forced his cock all the way down her throat. She felt the familiar swell of his head inside her throat as he started to cum. The first spurt went un-tasted as it squirted directly into her stomach. But she wanted to taste it so she pulled back up a bit and captured the remainder of his sperm in her mouth, circling her tongue around and around the head as he finished inside her mouth. 

About this time, a huge, self induced orgasm hit Amy as her stomach contracted hard! She screamed as she came. Dusty was watching as her pussy clenched down on her fingers. Christy had also turned her head and watched as Amy let loose.

Christy looked at Amy and opened her mouth to show her the thick cum inside. She then closed her mouth and swallowed dramatically to demonstrate her love of cum.

Amy moaned and said, "This is so fucking hot, Christy!" Can I come back sometime?" Christy offered, "Anytime Amy, anytime!" 

A new friendship was formed! 



Ooohhhh Your Honour!



As Addison sat at the bar table watching Judge Collins speak, she couldn't help but run a finger over her lips subconsciously. The woman was gorgeous, made all the more sexy by the traditional wig and red gown she wore in her position as a Supreme Court judge. Addison thought she couldn't be more than forty, with smooth olive skin, perfectly shaped black eyebrows, enormous dark blue eyes with long Bambi-lashes, and the most sensual full mouth. She sat with authority and charisma, two qualities Addison had always found incredibly attractive. Addison mused to herself that this must have been one of the most enjoyable trials she had run as a Crown Prosecutor, inwardly smiling as she realised that, once again, she was wet.

Elizabeth Collins was glad her associate had prepared her judgment in writing because it was all she could do to concentrate on the pages in front of her. Addison Clarke always affected her this way, sitting directly below her in her black robe and wig, her gorgeous oval face framed by the white curls, her long auburn hair in a loose ponytail cascading down her back. Addison's eyes were a striking green, very intelligent and piercing, and Elizabeth found it difficult to maintain any semblance of focus if she looked into those eyes for long. But is was completely forbidden that any relationship form between the two, and Elizabeth was painfully aware of the necessity to keep a professional distance from the beautiful Crown.

As her decision drew to a close, Elizabeth allowed herself to relax, gazing at Addison over the top of her papers more frequently, taking in the intensity of Addison's gaze, noticing how she kept touching her mouth as she looked up at Elizabeth with an expression Elizabeth realised was lustful. Elizabeth stammered over the next sentence, blushing as she struggled to regain control of the thoughts suddenly appearing in her mind.....a naked Addison welcoming her into bed, kissing those pouting lips, sliding a hand down her smooth side....No. This cannot happen. Read, dammit ...read!

Addison could not help but smile knowingly as she watched Judge Collins struggle. She had caught the look in her eye as she gazed into Addison's face, and fantasised that the judge had been distracted by dirty thoughts. She pushed herself back from the bar table a little and re-crossed her legs, squeezing her thighs together to soothe the throb in her clit, amazed at the slippery way her pussy lips pressed together.

Ten minutes later, the court rose to adjourn, and Addison sighed. She was almost disappointed the trial had ended. The prospect of seeing Judge Collins every day had greatly assisted her to get out of bed....and get to sleep after arching and cumming imagining her lips on the Judge's clit. Just the thought of cupping that beautiful face in her hands and kissing those incredible lips had Addison groaning out loud.

But she packed up, slowly, looking up to see what the judge was doing as she did. After a few minutes she was surprised to see Judge Collins still there, obviously taking her time. Addison told her solicitor and detectives she'd meet them outside, sighing in relief when they all told her they'd meet her at the pub over the road for a celebratory drink. She turned back to face Judge Collins, scanning the room quickly and realising they were quite alone. Holding her law books in her arms, Addison walked a little closer to the bench, looking up at the judge with interest, waiting to see what might happen.

Elizabeth could feel the quiet descend on the courtroom before she became consciously aware of it. Looking up as she picked up her files, her gaze landed on Addison Clarke, standing watching her with an unreadable expression on her face, arms full of books, her head now bare, gown tucked into her barrister's bag so that now her exquisitely tailored charcoal pinstripe suit hugged her curves. Elizabeth's breath caught as she was overcome by the sheer sexual pull she felt towards the younger woman. 

"That was a, um...a very well run trial, Madame Crown. Congratulations," was all she could think to say. Addison bowed her head a little, a knowing smile dancing on her lips, "Thank you, Your Honour. It was a sincere pleasure." The tone of her voice and the lust in her eyes left Elizabeth with no misconceptions about what was on Addison's mind, and Elizabeth literally froze with indecision, feeling a quivering heat ignite between her thighs just from that look.

The two women stood rock still and stared at each other for what seemed like an age. Finally, Elizabeth blinked as she saw her associate peak into the courtroom out of the corner of her eye, and she made a decision which she knew she may regret. "Perhaps you would like to discuss this in my chambers, Miss Clarke?" Addison smiled softly, her eyes full of lust, "Yes, Your Honour. Perhaps now would be convenient?" Elizabeth licked her lips and said throatily, "Yes, now is fine."

The door had barely closed behind them when Elizabeth pushed Addison up against her solid oak desk forcefully, making Addison drop her books and bag in a rush at their feet. Their lips met harshly, the pent up need they'd both been fighting for months released in that first kiss. Tongues sliding wetly, hands fumbling with clothing until they broke apart laughing....Addison couldn't work out how to undo the judge's robes and Elizabeth guided her hands, watching with parted lips as Addison's hands slid under them, lifting them from her shoulders. 

Elizabeth could not help but let out a low moan as she cupped Addison's breasts in her hands for the first time, the black lace cups holding those full mounds, the nipples already hard and pressing at the delicate fabric obscenely. Addison's gasp filled the room as Elizabeth lowered her mouth to a breast, lifting the smooth flesh free of the binding lace and enclosing her sensual mouth around Addison's nipple eagerly. As she sucked and licked, Elizabeth gradually worked off Addison's clothes, the expensive suit falling to the floor to join Elizabeth's as Addison undressed her.

Both women were soaking wet and the musky spice scent filled their nostrils. Elizabeth kneeled to lick Addison's inner thighs, teasing her until Addison whispered, "If you don't lick me right now I'll scream!" Elizabeth looked up at her and giggled, using her thumb to gently, so gently, rub Addison's swollen clit, driving her crazier. Then ducking her head, she slid her tongue under Addison's pussy, letting it slide between those slippery full lips, and up, up to massage that throbbing hard clit. Closing her mouth over as much of Addison's pussy as she could, Elizabeth started sucking as her tongue caressed Addison's clit, feeling the younger woman's thighs start to quiver, Addison's right hand on Elizabeth's head as she leant back on the desk with her left. 

Soon, Elizabeth was pushing one, then two, fingers deep inside her lover, pumping them up into her and reveling in the hot slurps her fingers were eliciting. She could feel Addison's muscles clenching her fingers rhythmically as she fucked harder, quicker, licking and sucking eagerly.

Addison bit her lower lip, desperate not to make too much noise as she felt her pussy tremor, clench, then explode with pleasure, the long spasms rippling through her like a pool as she moaned and gasped. She couldn't help but press Elizabeth's mouth more firmly to her pussy, and cried out finally as a second orgasm started on the back of the first, Elizabeth's tongue pushing her clit to set off another detonation. Her cunt sucked hungrily on Elizabeth's fingers as she came, arching back on the desk, whimpering and panting as her body quivered and she was forced to push Elizabeth's mouth away.

She sat up after a minute, smiling shyly as Elizabeth laughed and held her, saying, "Madam Crown....you are undeniable." Addison's hand caressed Elizabeth's breasts, nipples, tracing down to cup her pussy, feeling the hot liquid soak her fingers, watching Elizabeth's eyes close and her lips part in pleasure as a soft moan escaped her lips. Pressing her middle finger against Elizabeth's incredibly swollen clit, she started to slide down to her knees, but Elizabeth stopped her. 

"No. I want you to touch me....I want to be holding you as I cum....please?" Addison smiled and kissed the judge's lips sweetly, sliding her hand back between her legs, a wonder descending over her that this was really happening, her fantasy was a reality. Elizabeth whimpered softly, her arms around Addison's slender waist, thighs and belly trembling as Addison expertly pressed and rubbed her throbbing clit, juices coating both women's thighs, and Addison's hand. 

Addison kissed Elizabeth softly as she pushed her fingers under further, feeling the tight slippery ring of Elizabeth's anus as her palm rubbed that hot swollen clit. She was rewarded by a long low moan in her ear, the panting breath of Elizabeth's excitement against her neck. Her finger pressed firmly against that tight little pucker, popping inside as Elizabeth gripped her and gasped, humping against her hand. Addison held her hand hard against Elizabeth's cunt, her finger pushed as deep as she could up Elizabeth's ass, feeling the anal ring clench and release firmly as Elizabeth started to climax.

Beginning to pant, Elizabeth kissed Addison's lips feverishly, moaning softly and grinding her swollen pussy on Addison's hand, clinging to her as she started to cum. And cum. And cum. Wave after wave of pleasure thrilled through her, blocking out every thought as she just closed her eyes and buried her face in the younger woman's hair, inhaling her perfume and sucking on her shoulder. 

Gradually, Elizabeth's tremors subsided, her panting returning to normal. Addison slid her finger from inside Elizabeth and could only hold her close, her hands tenderly caressing up and down Elizabeth's smooth bare back. 

"Did that just happen?" Addison found herself asking softly. She couldn't help smiling in pleasure, but felt the familiar post-coital uneasiness set in. Surely this could never happen again. Surely this incredible woman wouldn't want to have her again. Elizabeth straightened up and smoothed down Addison's hair, kissing her forehead and smiling a little. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I've wanted to do this since I first saw you...." Addison bit her lip, her eyes shining as she felt her heart leap. "We have a lot to talk about then, Your Honour..."