0 comments/ 18688 views/ 0 favorites Letter By: Abberlaine John, I have never heard of such insolent meager behavior that you have reflected in your recent letter to Mistress Sofia. With impulse of repulsive pity I agreed to grace your miserable pretentious existence with a letter; however I feel a tremendous intuition of your incapability to comprehend this act, and I cannot expect any more from an undeserving piece of shit of which you are. I require proper respect from your withering soul, and suitable manners are not only a request but also a demand that will be punished harshly if casually dismissed. I will not be taken light in jest or cynical satires. In the future you will refer to me as 'My Goddess and Mistress Who Allows My Unicellular Scum Form Exist'. Be assured that I AM the only reason why you live now. And I, above no one else, remain governess of your delicate life and death. When given direct orders you WILL be obliged to react without thought. I now pull your strings. I tolerate very little you worthless sack of putrid shit. To want and need are two very diversified aspirations. You will suffer neither with ME. There is no want with your Goddess and Mistress, and the insatiable thirst you will feel will slither beyond the mere synonyms of 'need'. You have no desires. You have no voice. It hardly remains bereft that your Goddess and Mistress should have to lower her status to merely speak to you on the level of degenerated language that you solely conceive. With your audacity comes punishment worthless one. Do not invoke your Mistress and Goddess's temper. For the mere impudence you arrogantly displayed and subjected Sofia to you will write me letter consisting: "John is a very bad slave who has angered The Great Goddess Sirenia Mistress Who Allows My Unicellular Scum Form Exist." Of this line I require you to WRITE (and that means in script you pathetic uneducated faggot) 100 times on unlined paper with blue food coloring. I will receive this letter within two weeks postmarked AFTER this letter reaches your useless hands. And if I do not find your humble apologies from you I will be forced to take drastic actions. I watch my calendar you son of a bitch, (sig.) Letter #2 Dear _______ - I didn't know you considered your life "hedonistic." Perhaps you need to tell me more and I can offer up my opinion. In the meantime, I have been thinking about another recurring fantasy of mine – watching a woman masturbate to completion. I have had women who loved to touch themselves while we were having sex, and even some who inserted their fingers inside themselves while I was in there. That felt pretty damned good, and had an element of excitement about it. But I had never just sat and watched while a woman took care of herself and didn't let me do anything to help. I imagine the whole thing would go something like this…. After a night out on the town the two of us return to her apartment. She knows of my fantasy, for I had mentioned it to her just a couple weekends ago. We have a nightcap and head off to the bedroom. I am given no reason to suspect anything different is in store for me, till we're undressed and getting ready to climb into bed. She looks at me with mischievous eyes and tells me to get into bed. I do, and she asks me to lie in the center. She asks me to move a little closer to the head of the bed, and puts several pillows behind me, so I'm almost sitting up. Then she asks me to put my arms out. I follow her instructions, wondering what's going on when she takes out the soft straps from the nightstand and ties my wrists to the headboard. I feel the blood starting to drain from my brain and flood my other "head." Then she spreads my legs and uses the ankle cuffs to tie those to the footboard. She gathers the rest of the other pillows and places them against the footboard right between my legs. Still not sure of what's to follow, I watch her reach into her nightstand and pull something out. She's careful not to let me see yet what it is, but there are only so many things in her nightstand and I have an idea of what's about to transpire. My cock starts throbbing, the head bouncing off my lower belly. She climbs onto the bed, not even looking at me till she turns and settles back against the pillows. She spreads her legs, placing them over mine so they look like two open scissors facing each other. Then she pulls her knees up slightly, giving me a completely unobstructed view of her pussy. Her outer lips glisten slightly in the low light. I now know for sure what's going to happen. Slowly she takes one of her fingers, puts just the tip into her mouth, gives a little suck, and takes more of her finger in. She rolls it around inside her mouth, then pulls it out, looks at it for a second, and traces a line from her neck down the center of her chest and over her breast to her small, dark nipple. Still wet, she circles her nipple, which starts reaching upward. With her thumb and forefinger she tweaks it till it's fully erect. With her other hand she reaches between her legs and gathers some of the moisture from there. Very slowly she raises her fingers to her mouth and tastes herself. At that, she sighs and settles back into the pillows some more, her other hand continuing to play with her nipple. I am not without reaction, wide-eyed, my breathing heavy and my heart pounding in my chest. My saliva glands are working overtime in anticipation of what I am going to witness. As she again dips her fingers into her pussy to moisten them, I realize that she has almost forgotten I am there. She is beginning to get lost in herself – one of the most intimate acts people can have by themselves. This time she uses her juices to moisten her other nipple, which by this time had grown hard on its own. As the warm wetness starts to evaporate in the coolness of the room, her nipple becomes even harder. Sitting there, with both hands she rubs herself down her belly and up the inside of her thighs, reaching her knees and then sliding her hands up the outside of her thighs, under her buttocks and around to her front. Slowly, she moves her hands up and down the inside of her thighs, her thumbs outstretched and coming closer and closer to the partially open folds of her outer pussy lips. With each thumb she caresses up and down the space between her thighs and her lips, pushing them closer together, then reaching with her other fingers and spreading them apart. As she parts her lips she strokes up the entire length of her crack to the top of her pubic hair, and on the return parts herself even more. Her eyes are closed. She is breathing heavier now, and it is apparent that the show for me has turned as much into a show for herself. With her thumb she starts rubbing the exposed button of her clit as she inserts two fingers into herself, fucking with them for a couple minutes before taking them out and bringing them to her mouth to suck the glistening moisture from them. With her other hand open, she starts pressing down her mons, and rubs her entire pussy with her open hand. She finishes sucking on her fingers, reaches behind her pillow and pulls out her vibrator. She uses the tip of it to spread her labia open, and as she does a glistening trickle dribbles down her crack to her ass. She probes her opening with the tip for a few seconds before slowly guiding it in – a little bit in, a little less out, till she's taken the whole thing inside of her. Then she turns it on and starts sliding it in and out. With her other hand she starts circling her clitoris, occasionally tweaking the hard little nubbin between her fingers. Now her hips start bucking up and down, and her breathing is very rapid. I watch a droplet of sweat form at her temple, run down the curve of her jaw and drop onto her chest. It gathers momentum as it runs between her heaving breasts. Using one hand, she alternates between her clit and her nipples, thrusting the vibrator in and out with her other. I can hear the buzz on each outstroke, but her panting overwhelms the sound when it disappears back inside her hole. Both her inner and outer lips are puffy and turned out, glistening and holding the toy in place. Now concentrating on her clit, her face grimaces - the same look I've seen so many times just before she comes. Pumping and rubbing furiously, she draws in a deep breath, arches her back and slams the vibrator all the way in. Her contractions push it out again, she lets out a loud moan and pushes it back in. Slowly she comes back to earth, the vibrator still inside and humming away. She reaches inside her to pull it out. It makes a sucking sound as she does. She turns it off, puts it to her lips and licks all the way around it, from the base to the top and then takes as much as she can into her mouth. Only then does she look up at me. My cock is aching for release. The head is purplish-red, and the vein is sticking out so far you can faintly see the pulse of my pounding heart. Once she gets her breath, she crawls on top of me, leaving me tied to the bed. She braces herself with her arms near my chest, and straddles my hips. She looks down at my raging cock, and lowers her pelvis toward it. As she gets close she pulls back a bit, and makes contact with her clit at the base of my penis. Leaning down, she takes my nipple in her teeth, and as she presses her clit against my cock and starts to slide up toward the head. She's licking me from my chest toward my neck and as she does so, she nestles a little lower, so her pussy lips envelope me. I can hold out no longer. The anticipation and the heat and wetness enveloping my cock are too much for me to take and I let loose a large load that ends up mostly on my belly. She wriggles down, pressing the whole of her sex against mine, trying to squeeze the last of the come out of me. Once she sees I'm done, she lowers her head to my stomach and licks the come off. She takes the head of my still semi-hard cock in her mouth and cleans that off, then reaches up to untie the wrist straps. She undoes the ankle straps, pulls back the covers and climbs in next to me, pulling them over both of us as she does. "Thank you," I say. "Sleep tight," she says. You haven't convinced me of your hedonism. Care to try again? Looking forward to your next letter. _____________ Letter I sniffed the scented envelope, my anticipation rose, I just received another love letter from my sweet girlfriend back home. I opened the envelope and the scent of her perfume became stronger. Her perfectly folded stationary and perfect hand writing teased my senses. What new words of love would wraps for me? As I read her letter, it became abundantly clear her letter was a Dear John; I was crushed. She wrote of discovering an independence from what contemporary society thinks. "That includes being exclusive property of one man," her letter stated. She closed by telling me that when I get back, she would not be around. I moped through the rest of the day waiting to hit the 'club' to drown myself in booze. The club is nothing more than a canvass tent top over simple 2x4 studs and plywood walls. The music is loud and booze flows faster than river rapids. This evening would become my crowning moment for drunken debauchery and surely net me a reprimand. Mostly, I just did not care. When I reached the club and found a seat, I scanned the area for anyone I knew from my office. Across the room I spied Mary Alice. Mary Alice is in my department although our tasks have us working on different projects. We don't have too much interaction except at morning meetings. She sat alone just as I was. I guess Mary Alice's age about the same as mine, almost 28. She is attractive in a cute sort of way. She isn't one of those size zero girls who look anorexic. Compared to me ex-girlfriend, Mary Alice is probably a size eight or nine and it is all distributed nicely over her five feet five inch frame. From where I sat, it looked like she was feeling down just as I. Initiative took over, I picked up my drink and wedged my way through the happy hour crowd toward Mary Alice. "Hi, Mary Alice. Don't see you here often. How's your project coming along?" I must have startled her from the way she jerked hearing her name called. "Oh, shit, John. You startled me, surprised me really. Yeah, I don't come here often. Today just happens to be a day when I want a little alcoholic encouragement." It took her a moment before offering a smile. "What brings you here tonight?" I wanted to answer with one of my wise cracks, yet Mary Alice mood wasn't one for a crack and neither was mine. "Like you, I guess. I want some alcoholic encouragement also. Do you mind if I sit for a moment?" Mary Alice's response was a nonchalant wave of a hand at the chair next to her; I calmly sat. "So, Mary Alice, how is your project coming, any advancements?" A work conversation was better than no conversation. "I'll tell you about my project! I don't have a fucking project. Fucking Anderson decided to take it over and get all the glory for himself. I'm sure it is because I don't put out for him. All you guys think about is dipping your cocks in any woman's pussy and claim some bragging rights." I began to stand and leave, Mary Alice was in the foulest mood I had ever encountered. "I'm sorry about your project. I'll leave you to your misery." "Except you, Martin. You are always fair with everyone and you don't chase skirts. I wish I worked with your project team." Her voice was still hard and cold although some of the cutting edge of her tongue had dulled. "Come on, sit down. I'm just being a bitchy woman today." I had reservations, "Are you sure? I don't want interfere with a good sulk." Another brief smile and Mary Alice retorted, "I'm not having a sulk. I'm getting drunk. Now tell me, why are you here." I sat back in my chair, "I'm planning a night of drunkenness and whatever trouble I can get into. You're pissed at men and I'm pissed at women." I waved for more drinks. "How can you be pissed at women? Women around here drool over you. You are always polite with everyone. Besides, ass hole, you came over to me." Finally, a laugh escaped her and her mood changed a little more. "Mary Alice, truce. We are pissed but not with each other. Short story, my girlfriend decided to write me the proverbial Dear John. I wanted to give her a good life. I came here to earn some big bucks and provide us with a home and comforts. So much for that idea." Mary Alice giggled again. "Wait until the ladies find out you are available. You will be their star bachelor. I know your star is rising over me." "Please, don't go baiting any hooks just yet. I am not on the rebound and definitely not rebounding with a workmate." I did not want the world in on my plight. "Just keep it under wraps, between you and I." In these last few minutes, my desire to get drunk and foolish abated. Mary Alice lightened my load with her revelation about the women on site. She made an obvious hint to my star rising over her. "Mary Alice, lets go over to the other side and have a bite of dinner together. I'll even let you pay." "You're right, Martin, getting drunk just isn't what its cracked to be. I'll pay but you have to walk me home." Several eyes followed us as we tried to cross the crowded room over to what was supposed to be the dining room. By tomorrow tongues will have Mary Alice and I in some kind of perverted romance. ********** We ate what the club called a steak. Frozen in liquid nitrogen, vacuum sealed, thawed a couple day ago, fried on a hot grill, and served with french fries packed the same way made for a dinner tender enough to be mistaken for shoe leather. With Mary Alice at the table with me, dinner almost tasted good. We left the club after eating and began the long walk across the compound to our rooms. It was a clear night and the sky glowed with millions of pin-pricks of star light. In a quick gesture, Mary Alice laced her arm with mine as we walked. I felt at ease with Mary Alice and actually forgot for the moment my lost love at home. "Martin, we don't have to let the night end now," Mary Alice smiled. "We can listen to music and dance in my room if you would like." Her voice was friendly, not seductive, and having a good time with a cute available woman sounded like a good diversion. "I'm a painful dancer, Mary Alice. You better wrap pillows around your feet if you want to walk tomorrow." "Then the challenge is on. I bet you dance well enough, and if not, there are other things besides dancing." Mary Alice snuggled more tightly as we walked. This time there was denying the seduction in her voice. I placed my free hand over her hand wrapped through my arm. We walked on. Our rooms were little more than conex boxes, shipping containers about seven feet wide and 18 feet long. They were insulated and air conditioned for comfort but the furnishings were surplus military barracks furniture. One small corner was walled to separate a minimalist bathroom of small shower, toilet, and sink. The only difference between male rooms and female rooms was color. Women had more pastel colors on walls and men had gray walls. We arrived at Mary Alice's room and slipped in quietly. Others were out and about though no one seemed to give notice of us. Mary Alice's room was comfortably cool compared to the warm humid evening outside. Mary Alice had a few personal items on a dresser and a few more on one of the corner tables. She had pictures from home and small decorations on her walls. There were two side chairs turned toward the other marking something similar to a living room space. "I see you used the same designer I had." It would be silly to complement her room décor as each box had exactly the same furnishings. "Yes, vintage conex boxes are his specialty. You will have to invite me to your little box one evening. Can I give you a drink, Martin, whiskey?" "Ah, I hear a song bird playing my favorite tune. Yes, a short whiskey would be nice." I settled in one of the chairs as Mary Alice fixed a couple drinks. I watched her move about the room with grace and purpose. I noticed her form, full breasts, tapering to her waist before flaring out over her hips. Maybe I am wrong, she is probably a size six or seven not eight or nine. I kept my gaze on her as she moved about. "Martin, are you checking me out? I feel your eyes burning on me." Mary Alice smiled in an I caught you looking giggle. "Size six, 36B, 27, 37, 124 pounds, and I work out in what we try calling the gym. I want to tone up more and drop 12 to 15 pounds." "Sorry, Mary Alice. Yes, I was checking you out. You have many attractive qualities and you move about the room with grace, no movement wasted." I am smart enough to say nothing about weight. I rose to meet her as she crossed with our drinks. Mary Alice handed me a glass and I noticed her hand quivering. I took the glass with one hand using the other to touch her out stretched arm. "Mary Alice, are you okay? Your hand is shaking a bit." "Of course it is shaking a little. I am alone with a man and I don't know where I am going with this." "Mary Alice, let me finish this drink and leave. I don't want to make any unreasonable advances." "Martin, do you make reasonable advances?" Mary Alice looked apprehensive but not frightened, overtly sexual but not aggressive. If I labeled it, I would call Mary Alice's demeanor coy. I enjoyed her shyness and imagined her reaction to advances I make. "There is a fine line between reasonable and unreasonable, Mary Alice." I tossed back my drink and continued, "Tonight I am hurting because of a letter and you are hurting because your work got taken away from you. Don't make a mistake you or we will regret." I could see Mary Alice process what I said. When she finished digesting everything, she asked a simple question. "Is this weekend open for you?" "Yes, I think I can clear a couple things this weekend. We can get a car and drive off the compound to a little spot I know that is secluded and very private." "Will you make advanced, reasonable or unreasonable?" "Mary Alice, I'll make reasonable and unreasonable advances if you want." We set a date for Saturday and although the sexual tension remained high, neither of us acted on the urge. We parted with a hug and a little peck of a kiss. Saturday is just two days away. ********** I set out to get drunk, get in trouble, and get reprimanded. Instead, Mary Alice and I made a connection I would never have expected and I was happy with the outcome. As I walked to my room, Mary Alice was on my mind. Why does she want to loose weight when all she needs is a little toning? I thought to myself how cute she is and how desirable she is. Thoughts of her as a workmate, a formidable woman who is intelligent and educated were not thoughts on my mind. By the time I reached my room, I had mentally undressed her. I realized I was walking around the compound with a hard on. I reached the privacy of my room, there to relieve the pressure that built inside me. An after thought occurred, write a letter to my ex. I spilled my guts onto paper, my work, my desire for us, all the plans we shared, all the love we shared. I was sure she would read the letter as some attempt to change her mind. "So, as I conclude this letter, as I reminisce about our memories, I realize they are only fading memories of what could have been. Now, I can find another with whom to make new memories and her name is Mary Alice." I crossed the compound to my work center making a brief stop at the mail room to post my letter. It cost more than I usually spend on express mail because I wanted my ex reading it before Mary Alice and I enjoyed our date. ********** My first check in of the day was with my team and our project. I made an excuse to see Mary Alice's team leader and learn why he took over Mary Alice's part of the project. He gave some limp excuse that senior members of the project bla, bla, bla. He is not my team leader so I went over his head. "What! I need her on that project. She is the one keeping that part of the program up to speed with your part. I'll talk to Anderson." He assured me that my name will not come up. The work day ended and I stayed behind to work out some figures and make some progress updates. About 45 minutes later, Mary Alice stopped at my desk. "If I find out that you had anything to do with my full reinstatement, I may forget where we are and show you just how many thanks I can heap on you." "Come on, Mary Alice, lets leave." Last night we were arm in arm, today I took her hand and entwined my fingers in hers. "The project needs you on it. That is all I have to say." I continued to hold her hand as we walked from the work center across the compound. We reached the housing area of the compound and my shipping container of a room came into view. "Step in with me Mary Alice. I want your opinion on decorators choices." With a laugh we entered my room with its sparse furnishings. "Chic, Martin. I like your minimalism. Hey! How did you get a double bed?" Mary Alice went straight to the bed and stretched out. "This is a luxury, you should share," she sighed as I heard her shoes hit the floor. Seeing Mary Alice luxuriating on my bed was a simple turn on. Her body, her curves, seeing her pleasure drew me to her. Mary Alice extended her arm to me, took my hand. With a gentle pull of her hand, I sat on the mattress next to her. What was the next move? The next move was Mary Alice's. She sat up on the bed and wrapped her arms around my chest pulling us into a hug that she followed with a deep kiss. Her action took me by surprise at first and she reacted by pulling away. I quickly pulled her back into the hug and returned her kiss with one of my own. This time we were ready. I felt her body molding into mine and heard her breathing change to sharp raspy inhales followed by sighs as she exhaled. Mary Alice and I, locked in this pose, felt our urges build. We fell back sideways across the bed, laid side by side, and continued kissing and hugging. When our kiss broke, we looked into the other's eyes. Mary Alice had passion in her eyes, lust and desire. I felt her breasts against my chest, her stomach and hips pressed against me. There was no doubt in my mind that she also felt my cock reacting. "Mary Alice, is this what you want? We are moving fast to the point of no return. I will not be offended if you leave before we cross any more lines." "Martin, I feel your arousal," Mary Alice whispered. "Touch my nipples, you'll feel my arousal. I want to cross some more lines." I returned to the kiss and moved my hand up to cup her breast. Mary Alice sighed her approval. Her breast felt wonderful in my palm and my finger tips felt her hard nipple through the fabric of her clothes and bra. I gave her nipple a little pinch and received a moan in reward. I felt her hand rubbing my cock through my clothes. Call it a primal instinct or any label you like, my fingers went for the buttons of Mary Alice's blouse. Each button exposed a bit more of her flesh and as one button opened, Mary Alice sighed then sharply inhaled. My breath also came in pants as Mary Alice massaged my cock through my clothes. Her fingers making me more excited with each squeeze. The next button of her blouse exposed the mounds of her breasts and a very fashionable lace bra. I sighed, "You are a lovely woman, Mary Alice." Her blouse was fully open and my hand found the front clasp of her bra. In a motion like the snapping of fingers, the clasp opened and beautiful 36B breasts greeted me my eyes. Mary Alice stopped massaging my cock using her hand to pull my knit shirt from the confines of my pants. I helped her pull my shirt off. When we returned to our kisses, her lovely breasts touched my skin. We both sighed at the feel of this new sensation. My belt buckle popped loose as Mary Alice groped with greater determination. The waistband and zipper of my pants opened by her touch. Fingers snaked into the elastic of my undershorts; Mary Alice grasped my cock. Her body reacted as she moaned through our deep passionate kisses My hand skimmed down her body to her waistband. Mary Alice wore pants with a zipper on the side; I was lucky that the zipper was easy to reach. "Martin," Mary Alice panted, "is this when we get naked and hope performance meets expectation?" "I hope my performance satisfies you, Mary Alice." I tugged gently at her pants and with a couple well executed hip wiggles, her pants slid past her hips. I took my turn slipping fingers into the waist of her panty. Only a little tuft of hair greeted my finger tips as my hand dipped further toward the sweet honey pot hidden in her panty. "Uhm, very satisfying, Martin." "Mary Alice," my lust filled voice moaned, "I want to make love with you." My fingers found her pussy wet with her nectar. I pushed against her opening. Mary Alice responded pushing her hips against my hand. My palm was against her pubic bone giving her clit a little stimulation. Mary Alice responded again, this time a loud moan escaped her mouth and fresh juice escaped her pussy. Her panty slid easily over her hips and down her leg. We had our pants around our knees and worked to kick them off. Mary Alice moved to the center of my bed and waited for me to join her. We lay on our sides facing each other. Mary Alice hoisted a leg over my hips giving my cock a feel of her wet pussy. "Your body feels nice, Mary Alice. I could lose myself trying to kiss every square inch of you." "I'm feeling something nice too, Martin." With a couple wiggles, Mary Alice had my cock positioned where she wanted it. She used the leg over my hips to encourage me and encouragement was not necessary. I pushed past her outer pussy lips into her waiting vagina. Mary Alice took several fast breaths, cried in pleasure, and pushed against me. I buried my cock to the hilt. Mary Alice rolled us over so I was on my back, she sat down hard on my lap giving her clit a good rubbing against crotch. Her pussy muscles squeezed my cock. Mary Alice stared into my face. I stared back just as intently. She had her weight centered pushing hard against my cock and keeping me firmly pinned to the mattress. The only movement was Mary Alice grinding her clit against me as her pussy squeezed my cock. A minute passed, two minutes, three minutes, time was no longer important. All that mattered was centered on my bed. With no warning, Mary Alice orgasmed in loud cries. She tried to reach a pillow to muffle her cries but was too far gone. Anyone outside heard her. "Oh god! Me too Mary Alice, I'm cumming. Get off or I'll cum in you." She pressed harder making escape futile. I pressed back as hard as I could unleashing millions of little sperm cells into her pussy. When it was all over, Mary Alice fell against my chest in complete satisfaction. We both panted from excitement and slowly our breathing became normal again. "Martin, you're still hard!" I was still hard, turned on by the sexual minx on top of me. "We just started Mary Alice. Your body deserves as much loving as you can handle. I hope I can handle you." I began making slow movements in her. We turned on the bed rolling into missionary. Mary Alice lifted her legs high and I linked my arms behind her knees. A couple pillows under her hips lifted her butt higher allowing me better depth in her pussy. "Fuck me, Martin," panted Mary Alice. I wanted this one to last as long as I could make it last or until Mary Alice begged me to stop. I started sawing out and in but not hard and aggressively. The wetness of Mary Alice from her cum and mine made for little friction. Mary Alice wrapped her arms around my back drawing me tightly against her. She babbled words that made no sense to me, "...pussy ...my ...me ...fuck ...Martin." I lowered my head planting little kisses on her neck and giving her ear little bites. I must have found a sweet spot because Mary Alice bucked hard against me, clamped my cock with her pussy muscles and detonated in another orgasmic roar. This time I smothered her screams with kisses. My head echoed with her orgasm. Letter I was nearer my own orgasm than I thought likely and with Mary Alice cumming hard under me, I thrust into her hard several times making her orgasm continue. Then, with one gigantic push, my cock hit her cervix and a torrent of my own cum joined to fill Mary Alice and seep from her depths. ********** We lay exhausted on my bed as we slowly recovered from one of the most exciting sexual romps I have ever experienced. Mary Alice purred as she rested her head on my shoulder. "I can't hold it any longer, Martin, too much cum. I have to pee." Mary Alice was slow about getting off the bed. I could tell she was trying to avoid squirting our mixed cum all over the bed. She waddled with her thighs tightly squeezed. When she reached the toilet and sat, I heard another moan as evidence of our sex splashed into the toilet. I heard water running and knew Mary Alice was attending to herself. I walked to the bathroom door to tell her she could use the shower. "Will you wash my back," Mary Alice asked. "Just your back?" Mary Alice made it clear I was welcome to soap a wash cloth and bathe her. After we showered, we settled down to talk. Our sexual urges temporarily satisfied, Mary Alice became somewhat shy asking again if I thought she over weight. I looked at her naked body and saw a little plumpness abound her belly; however, she was not overweight. "Mary Alice, I made love with you. I had two fabulous orgasms with you. Your body is attractive and you are attractive. The only thing that bothers me is our working relationship after this." I was getting hard again. "My cock knows what my eyes see." Mary Alice noticed my growing problem. "Martin," she smiled, "you are making me blush." Mary Alice had one hand massaging her nipples and her other hand on her pussy barely moving over her tiny bud. She was cute in my eyes, a sexy being I wanted to give sex to with no inhibitions. The lose of a girl friend at home opened me to the beauty in this compound. "Mary Alice, you are not blushing, you are jilling off right in front of me. Tell me a sexual fantasy you have. We can try it together." This time she did go red. "Martin, I want to give you oral. I have never felt a man in my mouth," then in a whisper, "or in my ass." I couldn't believe she had never given a blow job and could believe never doing anal. Not too many women are into anal. "This is your night, Mary Alice. We can do both and more." Hearing Mary Alice talk about her sexual desires made me ready for another round. Mary Alice was ready as well. She rose from her chair and in a sultry coy walk, she came to me. Mary Alice knelt between my legs, reached out a hand, and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She examined it carefully, pulled the foreskin back and viewed my throbbing cock head close up. I felt her breath exhaling on my balls as her head lowered toward my shaft. Mary Alice kissed the tip where a bead of my natural lube pooled. She felt it on her lips. With her tongue, she licked the ooze. Next, Mary Alice stuck out her tongue and licked across the head of my cock from the underside over the crown and across the tiny slit at the tip. "Martin, am I doing this right?" "We can do it to each other, together. And, yes, you are doing it very right." Mary Alice opened her mouth again, took a breath, and sucked half my cock into her mouth. For a first time BJ, Mary Alice gave an award winning performance. I lifted her head from my crotch, lifted her to her feet and returned us to the bed. "Mary Alice, I am going to take you in my mouth." I kissed up her right thigh almost to her pussy. Then I shifted to the left leg. I kissed around her naval and down to the little tuft of hair on her mound. Mary Alice squirmed and moaned as my tongue graved the outer lips of her pussy. She released her scent and I was captured. At the height of her excitement, Mary Alice lifted her hips high. Her butt hole exposed like this, I risked giving her ass a long wet lick making her little brown hole the center of my attention. Mary Alice screamed and had an orgasm, her juices seemed to flow faster than I could swallow. If I was going to drown, this was the perfect way. Still feeling her orgasm crash through her body, Mary Alice spun on the mattress and sucked my cock into her mouth. Now she bobbed her head and stroked my cock with complete abandon. She was going to coax my own cum from me and I was willing to give it to her. I don't think Mary Alice comprehended a word when I warned her I was about to cum. She accomplished getting most of my cock in her mouth when the wave of my cum washed against her tonsils. Mary Alice didn't slow down or pull away, she took my load in her mouth and savored it. Mary Alice acted as though she was tasting a vintage wine. When she swallowed, she smacked her lips, I heard her say a satisfied 'ah'. We righted ourselves and fell into a passionate round of kissing and touching. Mary Alice went from workmate to sexual diva is less than two days and I cannot get enough of her. "Mary Alice, I want you to have your other fantasy, if you want it." Mary Alice knew completely I meant her ass. In a sultry and seductive manner, she crawled on all fours, her virgin ass presented a cocks-eye target. I began crawling after her, I stuck my tongue in her butt crack and licked. "Be gentle, Martin. That is all the virgin territory I have left." Although Mary Alice made a virgin plea, she acted as though in heat and needing of her ass penetrated. She placed several pillows under her waist to raise her ass provocatively at me. There was something about Mary Alice, my recovery time from an orgasm was shorter that ever and as I lay next to her, I was almost hard again. "We need lube, Mary Alice." "We need that cock in me, Martin, and I'll scream if you don't rape my ass right now." I took my position over her displayed hips and waiting butt hole. The first contact with her tiny bud excited me more and to my surprise, Mary Alice relaxed her muscles opening to my pressing cock. The progress was enticingly, excitingly, agonizingly, slow. Saying I was in a tight spot was a gross understatement. My balls finally nestled in that tiny spot, the taint â€" taint pussy, taint ass hole. My cock found itself buried deep in virgin ass and the sensation was electric. Mary Alice panted as she adjusted to the feel of cock in her butt. Moments later, Mary Alice began using her anal muscles urging me toward fucking her ass. Some moisture, sweat probably, began wetting my crotch and moistening her butt. I began withdrawing slowly, just a bit, then pushing back in. I was desensitized from cumming a few minutes ago and knew we could go on for a long time. "Mary Alice, are you okay," I breathed into her ear. "I'm so excited, Martin. It feels like you are rubbing my pussy from where its never been rubbed before. Please, fuck me now." I pulled back until my cock head was just inside her ass, then pushed hard to the hilt swiftly. Mary Alice cried in a mix of pain and pleasure. When I did it again, she forced herself to meet my thrust. Mary Alice cried again. Within minutes, her cries became moans. A few minutes more and she exploded in orgasm. I slowed my thrusting allowing Mary Alice to enjoy the height of her cum and slowly bring her down. If this is what is called, the joys of sex, I enjoyed very much. "Finish in my pussy. Fuck my pussy. Cum in my pussy." I was bareback in her ass, I worried about transferring something dirty to her pussy. I grabbed a corner of the sheet to at least wipe my cock. Mary Alice did not change position; she lay on pillows under her hip exposing herself. My cock found the destination of her choice and slipped quickly to full depth, my balls rested against her clit. "Mary Alice, tell me what you want." "Fuck me! Fuck me like there is no tomorrow." To emphasize her meaning, Mary Alice pushed her hips hard against me. Two days ago, I was supposed to get drunk over a Dear John letter. Something fateful happened when Mary Alice invited me to sit with her. Today she has given me more sexual pleasure than I have ever known and still begging for more. I knew there would be a tomorrow but started giving Mary Alice a determined fuck. Mary Alice buried her face in the mattress as her hands clutched at the sheets. Even muffled, Mary Alice's cries echoed through my mind and around the room. When I did cum, it wasn't much. Mary Alice drained every last sperm my body produced. "Mary Alice," I sighed in her ear, "does this mean we are dating?" It meant we were dating and when we left the company compound and returned home, we went together. I still have the Dear John letter. I wonder what her new address is; it would be nice to send a thank you note.