0 comments/ 430313 views/ 21 favorites Happy Endings By: IrishRose1215 My life had not gone as I had accepted it to. I didn’t have that dream life that women plan out when they are little girls. Sure, I had gotten married and had a child. But I had gotten married too young and though my husband and I never spilt up we aren’t happy with each other now. He hasn’t had sex with me in about a year now. I know he’s cheating on me, but I just don’t have the energy to start a fight with him. I really don’t care anyway; I gave up on him a long time ago. Now, I have become bored on top of lonely. My son is now in college and though he still lives at home I hardly ever see him. I’ve thought about getting a job, but then I think of all the reasons not to. Why get a job and be independent when I could just live off my husband’s money. He deserves it anyway. The hell he’s put me through, making me into this depressed shadow of myself. I figure that it kills him everyday to know that he still has to see me, support me, and when he is home lay with me in bed. It makes my day a little better to know that I’m making him just as miserable as he has made me. I know that it probably isn’t the way to live, and I might not be so depressed if I leave him, but I can’t do it. Though I tell myself that I hate him, deep down there is still the love that I had for him when we were first married, and the feeling of pleasure when I see his face draw down when he comes home and sees that I am still here. To pass the time of day I took up masturbating. I know it sounds silly that I would do this to pass the day away, but I really have nothing else to do. Plus, it makes me happy for the moment especially when I hit that point of no return. I started doing it just to relieve the sexual tension that I felt, but soon I figured out that after I calmed down I was still horny. Masturbating alone doesn’t cure how horny I am, just makes it better for a little while. I started staying in the bedroom all day long, but after awhile the scenery in there got too boring and I couldn’t get off anymore. I moved into the living room, first on the floor then moving up to the couch. Soon, that wasn’t enough either, and I started to open the blinds in the house. Letting anyone who looked in the house a chance to see me, this excited me more than anything I had ever done. I fantasized that my male neighbors were watching me intently, though I had really no idea if anyone saw me or not. It turned me on just thinking that they were. One day after one of my many sessions my son came in the door. I was putting away all my toys. I let out a breath of relief. I knew that I was cutting it close today, but I was in need of it more than ever that day. I threw my dress back on, ran my fingers through my hair, put on a smile and went to greet him. “Hi Brad.” “Hey Mom.” He looked worried, “something wrong honey?” I could hear my voice was still shaky from the orgasm that I had just experienced, I cleared my throat in hopes that it would go away. He shook his head and looked at me, “I’ve been thinking, and I don’t know why you stay with Dad. I mean obliviously things haven’t gone well between you two in a long time. Look at you, I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re still pretty and all, but you walk around with your shoulders slumped. You have bags under your eyes, and I just can’t stand to see it anymore. You sound like you’re about to cry now.” I cleared my throat again, “I’m not about to cry, and I don’t think you need to concern yourself with mine and your father’s problems.” “Yes, I do. I hate seeing you like this, and I blame him for it. I saw him the other night at a bar with some girl. You need to leave him.” “I am not going to leave your father. I made vows a long time ago, and I will stay with those vows. I’m done talking about this with you.” “Whatever. Look if you aren’t going to leave him, at least make yourself happy. Go out find a man or something.” “I’m not going to bring myself down to your father’s level by going out and getting some man. Now, stop talking about it. I am happy when you’re here, and that’s all that matters.” “There’ll be a time when I don’t live here anymore Mom. What’re you going to do then?” “I don’t know, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. You hungry?” “Naw, I just stopped in to grab one of my books. I’m going to the library to study with some friends.” “Oh okay. When are you going to be back?” “Late probably.” He kissed my forehead and ran upstairs. On his way back down he stopped and stared at me again. “Mom you should really think about what I said even though you wouldn’t let me finish. It might do you some good.” I gave him a stern look, but before I could say anything to him he walked out the door. I plopped down on the couch and flipped on the TV. There wasn’t really anything on, but staring mindlessly at it made me not think about what Brad had said. The days that follow were filled with lectures from my son. No matter how much I told him I didn’t want to listen to it, he wouldn’t shut up. Everyday was the same, he’d command me, and he’d plead with me to be happy again, to leave his father, or find another man. I began to shut my ears to him, and dread when it came time for him to come home. I knew he had my best interests at heart, but he was starting to make me miserable. I noticed one day while he endlessly went on about my happiness that his body language had changed and he looked at me differently than he usually did. Usually he wore that careless look of young men but now he stared at me more intently. It made me uncomfortable; I had the odd feeling that I should cross my arms over my breasts as if to conceal them from his gaze. I started to avoid him, always making sure that I was doing something when he came home so that I couldn’t look at him. The days passed and I grew more uncomfortable in my son’s presence. I didn’t know if it was because of his endless ramblings or if it was the way he looked at me, with a type of hunger in his eyes as if I were his pray and he was waiting to pounce. Most of my awaking hours were spent trying to figure out what had caused the change in my son. I was perplexed until the day that he made it known. I was sitting on the floor, naked, my toys still spread out around me; I had just finished my last session of the day. I was panting, my body still racked in convulsions when I heard a noise. I turned my head to the source, the magnificent feeling that wrapped my body disappearing quickly as a ripple of fear went down my spine. “Who’s there?” I called out, my voice shaky. I held my breath and strained my ears to here a reply or any noise from the intruder. “Hello?” I called, my voice getting braver, a hint of annoyance in it. Then he stepped out, I gasped, standing there was not a neighbor or anyone else who might take delight in my show, but my very own son. My hands went instantly to my exposed bosom and I clasped my legs together tightly as my son stared at me. He said nothing but walked closer. I followed him with my eyes that were full of shame, and a little fear as he came closer. He was now standing inches away from me; I tried to speak, to tell him to go away and that I was sorry he had seen this but I couldn’t form any words. His hand came down and his fingers ran lightly over my cheeks. I turned my head away from his touch, tears starting to flow from my eyes as the shame of what my own son had seen set in. He wiped the tears away and finally spoke. “I’ve been watching you Mom. Everyday now for the past month or so. After you’re done, I wait for you to go upstairs and I go to the den. I jack off with the images of you still fresh in my mind, fantasizing that it was me that gave you so much pleasure.” “No Brad.” I had found my voice again. “Yes, Mom. I started to lecture you on getting a man in hopes that you’d see that the man I wanted you to have was me. But you didn’t get it, or you pushed it off. I don’t know which one.” “Brad, you are my son. I can’t have you as a lover.” “But you can. It’d be perfect.” “No Brad, it would be wrong.” “Others might see it that way, but I don’t. You’re so pretty, and even more beautiful when you’re cumming. I want to see that beauty and know that it was me giving it to you.” “Brad I can’t.” “You can. Just think I can give you all that my worthless father can’t. I can give you the pleasure that you desire.” I shook my head, to stunned to reply to him. “Come on Mom. You’d love it, I promise.” “No Brad please leave me alone.” He said nothing else; his hands left my face and went to his pants. I bent my head down as he freed his cock. I felt his hand come back to my skin; He lifted my head, my eyes now in direct contact with his engorged male hood. My body began to quiver at the site of him, my mouth watered. I felt the uncontrollable urge to feel his cock down my throat and to feel him in me, pounding my soaked pussy until I gave way to multiple orgasms, and I forgot that he was my son. But though I felt these urges my reasoning stayed with me. I tried to pull my head free of his grasp, but he had a strong hold on me. I shook my head hard while repeatedly telling him no, my lips pressed together so hard that they were starting to hurt. “I can make you feel good again. You have endless possibilities with me.” I felt my mind breaking with his persuasions. I looked up at him, and as soon as he saw that my lips had softened he brought his cock to them. I let out a moan as I felt the tip of his cock press against my mouth. He moved his cock across my lips, I pressed them together, and my body shook as I tasted the sweet pre-cum that had left a trail on my lips. I was done; I felt all resistance give way. I opened my mouth to receive his cock. He thrust it hard into my mouth, and I choked. Regaining myself, I began to constrict my throat over his cock, pushing him in and out of my mouth with the muscles. I heard him moan, and his hips began to keep rhythm with my mouth. I felt my pussy begin to throb; the juices began to flow again, down my thighs onto the floor. I moaned and began to run my fingers over my hardened clit. It seemed as soon as my fingers touched my pussy that I was going to cum. I moved them, not wanting to make myself cum. I began to feel his cock swell in my mouth, and knew that he would cum too. I removed his cock from my mouth, “fuck me Brad.” He smiled at me, “Just the words I wanted to hear.” He helped me up and took me to the couch. He bent my upper half down, my feet still on the floor, my ass up in the air. I felt him enter me, and I let out a loud moan. He began to move his hips, pulling his cock in and out of me slowly at first. I pulled my muscles tight around him as he thrust into me, and released as he pulled out. His moaning became louder as I constricted my muscles tighter around him with every thrust. “My God, you’re amazing! Your pussy feels so good!” His thrust became quicker, harder. I felt his balls slap against my clit as he moved, and my own moans became louder. I felt my orgasm begin to build deep inside my belly again. I felt my juices began to shoot out over his cock. I screamed as my orgasm began to reach its height. “I’m cumming! Oh god! Fuck me! Make me cum!” My words were lost as the waves of passion washed over me. I felt his hands grip tighter around my hips, “I’m going to cum Mom.” Just hearing him call me Mom in the throws of my passion made my pussy throb more. “Cum inside me. Fill my cunt up!” I felt the hot release of his seed, and I began to cum again. I sucked in my breath making my pussy even tighter around his swollen cock. I pouted a little as I felt him pull out. Quickly I turned around, and took his cock into my mouth once more. Tasting the mingled juices of our fucking, I moaned again as I cleaned his dick. I felt his body shaking and his hands in my hair, he pulled me from him. I looked up at him to see a smile on his face. We said nothing to each other, but I knew that this was just the beginning. In the weeks that followed I craved nothing but my son. After the first time it never crossed my mind that it was wrong, it felt right to me. The days seemed longer now that I waited for him to come home so that I could feel his cock in every crevice of my body, and taste him on my lips and tongue. I wanted nothing else; I put my toys away and had not touched them since the day that my son had given his body to me. I felt a new sense of happiness and empowerment. I taught and showed him things that he had never imagined before. I was the first one that he had ever fucked in the ass, all his little college girls were too afraid to do it. I brought to him ultimate pleasure in gratitude for releasing mine. I couldn’t get enough of him nor could he get enough of me. We’d sneak out of our bedrooms in the middle of the night and end up in the bathroom, den, living room, or sometimes I’d end up in his bed. All cautions of my husband finding us left our minds once we were joined together. There were many times when I heard my husband get out of bed while I was fucking our son, and I invited the chance of him catching us. But he was either oblivious or didn’t care because he never came and interrupted us. Soon, I had pushed all thoughts of the man that I had married out of my mind. The more I ignored him the longer he’d stay away from the house. I figured that I had gotten my revenge. He might not know that it was our son that I had been fucking, but he knew that I was getting it from somewhere since my whole attitude had changed. I knew that he couldn’t handle that I was happy again, and that was why he stayed away. I was glad of that; it gave me more time with my new lover. After our affair had gone on for a while I could tell that something was wrong with my son. He would fuck me but it didn’t seem as though he was there. I began to worry that this would end up like my marriage and I would have two men in my home that wouldn’t talk to me. I began to wonder what was wrong with me. Why couldn’t I keep a man interested in me? I had to find out what was wrong with him. “What’s the matter Brad? Are you bored of me already?” “I wouldn’t say that I’m bored with you. But I would like more.” “What do you mean? I don’t do enough for you now?” “No, you do plenty. But you’ve fucked me every way you can, and now I want more.” “You’re father said the same thing.” “Well, you ever think that maybe you should have given him more?” “I asked him what more meant, and he said he didn’t know, just more.” “You ever think that more meant he wanted other people involved? Maybe another man or a woman?” “It crossed my mind, but I couldn’t do that.” “Why not? You fuck your own son.” “Don’t be mean. At the time, I didn’t think that I could handle it. I thought I’d get jealous if I saw him fucking another woman.” “Did it ever cross your mind that it didn’t always have to be a woman? You could have had another man. Plus you could have pleasure from another woman also. You wouldn’t just have to sit back and watch him have fun.” “Why all of a sudden are you on your father’s side? It wasn’t that long ago that you cursed him for what he has done to me.” “I’m not on anybodies side. I’m just throwing out possibilities.” “Really? Well, whatever. I have to get up and get some things done.” “Always running away from your problems Mom. If you’d just sit and think about things for a minute all your problems could be solved.” “I don’t run away from my problems. Look, I’m not getting into this with you. I have things to do.” “Fine.” I got up and looked at him. He had a smile on his face, but I could tell that he was angry. His usually calm eyes were vibrant and his eyebrows were pulled down, making the smile on his face look more like a sneer. I quit going to him. I couldn’t look at him anymore without thinking about the conversation we had had. It upset me to think that my own son had turned on me. I decided to just give up sex altogether. I didn’t want anything to do with it anymore. All it caused me was pain anyway. First my husband then my lover, my own son, I started to feel dirty about what I had done with Brad. I should have resisted him the first time. I should have gotten up and run away from him, but I guess you can’t live on should haves. It has been almost a year since I decided to go into celibacy. I feel like a stranger in my own home. My son and husband now get along wonderfully, but not one of them come to talk to me, unless they want something passed at the dinner table. I guess that this is my punishment for not giving either one of them all that they wanted, and I guess it is what I deserve. I watch both of the men in my life talk to each other softly enough to where I can’t hear them. Every once in awhile one will glance at me, or they both will at the same time. I wonder when they talk like this if they are planning my fate. Thinking of ways to get rid of me so that they don’t have to look at the woman that disappointed them both, I can’t handle when they talk like this. So, most of the time I retire to my bedroom to cry, and think about what I will do with the rest of my life, for there is no way that I can stay in this house much longer. I decided to leave; after my husband and son had left for the day I began to pack up my belongings. It wasn’t much, just my clothes; everything else belonged to my husband. I brought everything downstairs and sat on the couch. I wondered where I was going to go with no money and no job. I decided that I would just have to go to my mothers until I found another place to go. It made me feel even worse that I had to go back to her after the many years of being on my own, but what else could I do. I started crying again, and hated myself for it. I was so weak, but my whole world was crashing down around me, and it was my entire fault. As I sat there feeling sorry for myself I heard the door open. I turned around to see what was going on and I saw both my husband and my son standing there. They looked at me as though I was some foreign object, and I looked back at them with wonder. They saw my stuff all bagged up and ready to go. I watched my husband shake his head with a bewildered smile on his face. Finally he spoke, “what are you doing?” “I’m leaving.” “Why?” “Nobody around here wants me. So, what’s the point in staying?” “Who told you that nobody here wants you?” “No one, I just know.” “And how do you know this?” “Stop! I’m tired of all your questions. I’m tired of you treating me like I was a little girl who doesn’t know any better.” “I’m just wondering. Nobody has said that they didn’t want you around. Have they?” “I don’t have to be told. I know when I’m not wanted.” “What if it was us who felt as though they were being left out and not you?” “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you not giving us the time of day.” “That’s a bunch of bullshit! It is you that have ignored me.” “I’m not so sure of that. Brad told me that just as soon as he confronted you with some things that were on his mind you quit going to him. You did the same thing with me.” My eyes opened so wide that they hurt when I heard my husband knew about Brad and me. I looked at my son in and he smiled. “Yes, Mom. Dad knew. He was the one who told me to go to you. He thought that if he couldn’t make you happy then I could.” “But..but..” I looked at them in amazement. “Are you starting to realize that it wasn’t our entire fault Dear? That you too played a role in how miserable you are now.” “No! No! You made me miserable! You and your whoring around. You’d come lay in my bed after you spent all night fucking some slut….” My voice rose in anger, and it irked me even more that both men stood there calm and collective, mocking my anger. Happy Endings You're on a business trip and need to unwind and release those muscles. come to your hotel room to give a massage and get a little carried away with my hands on your delicious body! Please feel free to leave me comments or send feedback. That gets me off and makes me want to create more! So go check out my contact page, please. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (16 min/mp3) * * * * * Happy Endings It had been a long couple of weeks. I was single and had been talking, flirting with a few, but wanted no type of serious relationship. Because of long hours at work and some long hours of printing in a side business I owned, I was tired and a bit stressed. My upper back had been hurting from some bad posture decisions and I knew it was time to call on my therapist. I tried calling my usual massage therapist, Tera, but she was busy and wouldn't be in town for a couple weeks. So, instead I called Ellie. Ellie is a 29 year old former college basketball athlete who went to school for sports medicine and massage therapy. Not a bad combination for a nearly 40 year old amateur athlete like myself. Ellie took my call and said she was free after noon on Tuesday, which was good, as this was a Monday I called her on. I hung up the phone and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening doing laundry and relaxing. Tuesday about 1 pm, I got a text from Ellie that she was just pulling into town and would be by my apartment in a few minutes. I put on a nice relaxing scent in the wax warmer and turned on a mix of Enya and Mozart. I enjoyed the music and the aromatherapy during my massages. There was a knock at my door and I went down and helped Ellie bring in her cases. We carried her massage table and accessories up the stairs and into my bedroom. I noticed immediately how Ellie had lost weight since the last time I saw her. Ellie was 6'0 tall and weighed about 160lbs. She was wearing a short white shirt with capped sleeves and she was wearing some light blue shorts that showed off her tanned runner's legs. Ellie had been working out often and I knew she had recently run a marathon. As she put together the table and laid out the sheets I watched her closely. I watched her light muscles ripple beneath her skin. I watched how her chest moved as she tucked the corners. She moved around the table and I was able to view how her shapely hamstrings went up and were hidden by the bottom of her shorts. Pretty soon she was finished and she told me to hop up on the bed. I pulled off my clothes leaving only my boxer briefs. They were those tight under armour style ones that left little to the imagination, but, still, she was my massage therapist, and I thought being nude might send the wrong message. She spent the next hour massaging every part of my unclothed body, kneading, pressing and sometimes tickling my muscles. This caused both a sense of relaxation, but some of the pain involved also created arousal. As I lay there, I noticed Ellie spent a little extra time on my lower glutes and inner thighs. It was nearly impossible to not get aroused. Ellie finished up and went off to my bathroom to wash her hands. I jumped down from the table and was reaching for my shorts when Ellie walked in. She stopped in her tracks for just a moment and looked down at my waist. My erection was more than clear. I smiled and continued grabbing my shorts and putting them on. I continued to dress as she folded her sheets and put her table back into its bag. A few minutes later and I had a hold of the bag and carried it out the door to her car. I paid her for the massage and thanked her for her time. I caught her look down at my shorts again, so, I explained I needed to take a shower and she was definitely welcome to join. Ellie hesitated for a moment, looked at the time on her cell phone and told me she really didn't have time for a shower, but, she could definitely go for something else. We both headed for the door and moved quickly up the stairs. I turned my alarm on my phone for 35 minutes, because I had a date that night in Manhattan I had to get ready for. Ellie began to pull her shirt off and I could see she had not only been working her arms and legs but she had a nice flat stomach. Her abs were visible as she reached back to undo her bra. I stepped forward and helped her. As the pretty blue bra fell, I replaced it with my hands. Her B size breasts were firm and the nipples were already hard. She threw back her head as I lightly rubbed her small nipples between my thumb and forefinger. While I played with her, she fought against the extreme pleasure and pulled down her shorts. Leaving one hand on her breast, I used the other to remove her matching thong. As soon as it was down, I brought my left hand back up and placed it on her well shaved pussy. Her skin was smooth as silk and her legs parted slightly, allowing me access to her slit. She was already a bit swollen and I could feel the wetness beneath her lips. I rubbed back and forth with my fingers while the other hand squeezed and pressed on her nipple. Ellie's hands went immediately to my waistband and she ripped down my shorts and boxers in one pull. My cock sprang out and immediately it was in her hands. As my fingers probed her, she used her massage therapist hands to rub my dick, moving up and down while circling the length. Her hands were moving in opposite directions, and it was obvious she knew a thing or two about anatomy. Soon she changed her strokes and while my fingers bit deeper inside her, she took one hand and moved it up and down my shaft while the other encircled the head and she lightly spun her fingers back and forth around the diameter. I guided her towards the bed and she lay down while I removed my shorts from around my ankles. She lay back on my pillow and spread her legs. There wasn't a hair on her body and for a moment I wondered how she kept herself so smooth. That moment was gone a few seconds later as my lips found her labia. I started sucking in and out, pulling her outer lips with my own lips and teeth. I looked up to see her rubbing her breasts and it turned me on even further. I could taste her pussy juices, warm and somewhat salty, but still pleasant to my palate. I pulled her inner lips out and started chewing on them while my fingers played around her clit. She only took a few seconds before she screamed and sat up, grabbing my head with amazing force and pulling me into her while she bucked against my face. She then pushed me away and tried clambering up the bed. I chased her down and pressed my lips to her clit, replacing my lips on hers with my fingers. I pressed in as I sucked and licked her swollen bud. I had noticed earlier that I had trouble getting two fingers in but now she even seemed tighter. I pressed forward, her wetness lubricating my penetration. As soon as I was in deep, I curled my fingers toward her clit, rubbing against that hard inner spot that would drive her wild. Again, it seemed like no time had passed at all and she started flailing, locking me in between her legs and pushing hard on my head. As I heard her orgasm peak, she pulled me in again, this time by my hair. She was now completely up against the headboard and had nowhere to go. I could see the juices escaping her pussy so I went back down, lapping up as much as I could while she cried loudly. Before I was finished, she started to cum again. This time she begged for me to get inside her. I rolled onto my back and grabbed Ellie, pulling her on top of me. She reached down and stroked me a couple times, placing the end of my cock against her pussy. I looked down between us and could see that in that short moment, she had completely soaked me. She positioned me outside her hot hole and I felt her begin to open up as she let her hips come down on me. I attempted to press forward but she was tight. She was so tight that when my head slipped in, only due to the amount of lubrication, I wasn't sure how much more she could take. I knew I was a bit thicker than usual that day, after that relaxing massage but as she put all her weight down, it felt like she was going to rip my foreskin. Luckily the lubrication worked and I finally slipped in. I felt her pussy lips join against my groin and suddenly she locked tight around me. It felt like a vice as she gripped my dick inside her. She milked it up and down, and it felt even tighter with each stroke; feeling as if she was pulling the very flesh off my rod. I grabbed her around the waist and drove my hips hard to pump as deep into her as I could. Ellie started bucking and as my hands moved down to grab her ass; she pinched down with her vagina and started screaming. I continued pummeling her throughout her orgasm while she flopped around above me. Eventually I felt her body relax and she released the pressure on my cock. I started to move slowly in and out but was rudely interrupted by my alarm. I told her it was time to go, as I had somewhere to be in just a few hours and needed to get ready. She dressed and I threw on a pair of shorts and some sandals. I walked Ellie to the door and wished her a good day! She smiled, turned towards me as if she wanted a kiss. I quickly stepped in, gave her a nice hug and went back up the stairs to my apartment. It was a great massage, had a mostly happy ending, but, that ending had to wait until that date later that night in Manhattan. But, that's another story... Happy Endings “I never cheated on you. I wouldn’t come home to make you think that I was, but I never did. Then on the nights that I was home you never came to me. You never had sex with me. So, I decided that I wasn’t making you happy anymore. I didn’t want to loose you. So, I went to Brad, and we decided that he would come in and pretend to be just as angry with me as you were. He won you over and became your lover. I had decided that if I was going to loose you to another man then I wanted that man to be our son. I would watch every now and again and remember when you derived that much pleasure from me, and it made me happy to see that you were happy. But then just as I had Brad asked for more, and you got angry. You are a possessive foolish woman. If you would have let Brad have his way, or let me have mine, you wouldn’t be so miserable now. Yes, I have made you pay for the kind of hell I have been through with you. I know in your little mind you thought you were getting the better of me, but all the while it was I who got the better of you.” He paused in his speech, and I looked at him dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe all he was saying to me. It might be true, but at this point I didn’t want to believe it. “Nothing to say Dear? Well, then, I’ll move on. Brad and I noticed how pathetic you looked at the dinner table last night, and we decided to put an end to our treatment of you. We believe that you have suffered enough.” I threw him a drop dead look. “You may look at me meanly all you want to. It really doesn’t bother me anymore. But look at yourself before you go giving haughty looks to the person that supports you. You truly look like you are about to end your life. Your cheeks all stained with tears. Your eyes clouded in your depression. You are a wretched site to see, and it breaks my heart to set my eyes upon you.” “Yeah, I bet it does.” “Look, I’m not trying to make you more unhappy. I’m just trying to tell you that I don’t want you to go and neither does Brad. I love you and so does our son.” “No, no! That’s not right. It wasn’t me, it was all you! Don’t try to blame this on me! I won’t stand for it!” I started crying again. I knew my argument was weak. I knew that I wasn’t going to go anywhere. As soon as he said what he wanted me to do, I knew I would give in. He started laughing, “quit trying to put the blame on me, don’t put the blame on you either. It was both our faults that our marriage has failed for so long. But we can now rebuild it and be happier for it.” I sighed, my shoulders dropped, “what do you want me to do?” I gave up, he had a point. There was no use in being miserable anymore. I would rebuild my life just as he said. “All I ask is that you share your body with me again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt you. I ask that when I ask for new things that you let me have them, and don’t think for a second that I won’t let you have what you want either.” I nodded my head. “Okay.” “Good.” I watched him as he came across the living room, and stood in front of me. I stared at him as he stripped off his clothes; I looked behind me at our son, “you want to do this now?” He looked down at me an annoyed look on his face, “Yes.” “But what about Brad?” “Oh yeah. Brad come here.” I watched as Brad came up beside his father and took his clothes off. I looked up at the both of them, my eyes as wide as saucers again. “You want me to fuck you both?” I asked looking at my husband. “That would seem the case since we’re both standing here.” “But I can’t do that.” “Why not?” “Brad’s our son.” “Haven’t you fucked him before?” “Well, yeah, but..” “No more. I know you enjoyed the company of our son before, and I enjoy watching you with him. So quit arguing and get to it!” I said nothing more, it wouldn’t have helped if I sat here and argued anyway. I bent forward a little and took my husband’s cock in my mouth, swallowing all of it. I took my son’s cock in my hand and began to stroke it as I sucked my husband. I felt my juices begin to flow already, my panties were soaked within seconds. I began to alternate between my husband and son, when one of their cocks were in my mouth I jacked off the other. Soon both of them would not allow me to taste them. I was puzzled for a second, but then I felt my husband hold my head in the middle of them both and watched as each of them began to jack off. I shut my eyes and opened my mouth, waiting, inviting the taste of their cum. With my eyes closed I had no idea who came first, but I felt the first squirt hit my chin and I moaned loudly. I opened my eyes and looked up at them as they looked down at me. I watched as both of them released their seed onto my face, and in my mouth. I moaned after each mouthful, begging for more, loving the taste of both my husband and my son on my tongue. Soon, they were both spent. Wanting more I took my son’s cock into my mouth sucked the last drops of his sperm from him, then I went to my husband and did the same. As I pulled away from my husband he caressed my face, “I had forgotten how good you give head.” I smiled at him. “Now, take your clothes off.” I stood up and shed my clothes quickly. Afterwards, my husband pushed me back on the couch. He got down and pulled my butt to the end of the cushions. I could feel his breath on my pussy, it felt cool on my inflamed skin, and I moaned. I felt his lips on me and my body shook violently. He pulled away. I looked at him sadly, he smiled, “don’t want you to cum too soon.” “Please Jeffery make me cum! It’s been so long!” “And it could be just a little longer.” “No please!” He smiled devilishly at me. I watched as he brought his head back down and flicked it across my clit lightly. I let out a begging moan and tried to pull his head down into me but he wouldn’t allow it. “Brad keep your Mother busy. She’s getting feisty.” Brad came up beside me on the couch, his young cock already fully hard again. He pressed it to my lips and I engulfed his cock. Taking him deeper than I had ever done before, I felt his body quiver and he began to thrust his hips into my mouth. My body bucked as I felt my husband insert one finger into my wet hot pussy. He penetrated me slowly with it, letting his thumb brush against my hard clit. I removed my son’s cock from my mouth. “More Jeffery! Fill my pussy please!” “You want more Baby? How’s this?” He inserted one more finger and my body went into convulsions. “More!” I screamed. My hand now wrapped around my son’s cock stroking it hard in my anticipation. I felt Brad pull from me, and for a split second I forgot about my own pleasure and thought that I might have hurt him. I looked up at him and he just smiled down at me as he began to move the tip of his cock across my breast. I moaned as I felt his cock, wet from my spit, move across my nipple. I turned slightly so he could give the same attention to my other tit. Moving back to my own passion I began to beg again. “Please Jeffery I want to feel your whole hand inside me! I want you to make me cum!” “But my Dear you are so tight. It’s been so long since you’ve had sex. I don’t think that I could put anymore fingers in there.” “I don’t care how tight I am! I want to feel my pussy filled!” “If that’s what you want.” I went back to pleasing my son, lifting my head a little to run my tongue across his cock. I twisted just a little more, and let his cock fall between my tits. Bringing my hands up I squeezed them together as he began to thrust. With each forward movement I brought him into my mouth, keeping his cock wet as he fucked my tits. I then felt my husband’s hand pressed against my opening. I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he began to push his fist inside of me. I felt my juices flow out soaking his hand, making it easier for him to enter. Once he was completely inside of me he bent his head down, and I felt his tongue on my throbbing clit. I screamed out and took my son’s cock completely down my throat as I began to cum. I heard Brad moan loudly as my throat constricted over his cock in the throws of my passion. My hips bucked and my back arched as my cum began to shoot from me. I tasted Brad’s cum in the back of my throat. I sucked him harder, taking all of his seed into my belly. As I began to calm down I started pushing my husband away and removed Brad’s cock from my throat. I need to catch my breath, but Jeffery wouldn’t let me. As soon as I pushed him away he came up and thrust his cock deep inside of me. I screamed out, still not recovered from the thunderous orgasm that I had just had, I was sent right into another one. Brad turned and watched his father fuck me for awhile. Then I felt his hand go to my clit. He began to rub it fast and hard, sending me into one orgasm after another. I could hardly breath, “Please, let me rest! My God, I can’t take it! Please! I need to catch my breath! Please stop!” My begging was falling on deaf ears, plus it didn’t even sound convincing to myself. I couldn’t plead without moan after each sentence. “Shit! Jeff, Brad, please stop! You’re killing me! I have to rest!” They quit Jeffery pulling out and Brad moved his hand, but it didn’t last long. Jeffery moved down on the floor and pulled me with him, impaling me on his cock in seconds. He grabbed my ass and spread my checks, at the same time moving me up and down on his dick. He did slow down and I began to catch my breath. I felt my son behind me. My mouth dropped and I looked at my husband when I realized what Brad was going to do. I started to protest but Jeffery hushed me. I felt Brad’s finger begin to push into my ass. Once he had it in there he gently moved in and out. I moaned, to have Jeffery filling my pussy and feeling my son’s finger deep inside my ass was wonderful. I pushed back onto Brad’s and moaned, “one more Brad. It feels so good.” He pushed one more finger inside of me, and I squealed with delight. He didn’t keep them there very long, and soon I felt the head of his cock pushing into my virgin like hole. I held my breath as he pushed in, letting out little groans of pain as he situated himself inside of me. As soon as I felt the pain go away I pushed back on him and he began to pull in and out of my ass. The feeling of both my holes begin filled at the same time was almost too much for me. I began to cum instantly screaming out how good it felt, how I loved both of their cocks, and to fuck me harder. The obliged, both of them pounding into me so hard that I was light headed. I heard Jeffery moan and looked down at him. “Look at you, such a dirty girl! Letting your son fuck you in the ass while your husband feels your wonderfully hot pussy. Such a good little slut you are!” I moaned at his words, my strength was weakening even more, I could barely moan, but I didn’t want them to stop either. Soon I was turned around, my back pressed against my husband. I felt his cock enter my ass and I felt a burst of hot energy in my belly. His cock was thicker than Brad’s and I had forgotten how amazing it felt buried deep inside my ass. I moaned loudly as Brad entered my pussy, and began to thrust his cock deep inside of me, with all his young vigor, as Jeffery’s cock pulled in and out of my ass. I felt their cock begin to swell, and new that this wonderful moment was just about over. I found a renewed energy when I knew that they were both going to cum and started to thrust my hips in time with them. “Mmmm…Yes! Cum inside of me! Fill me up! Oh fuck yes!” I felt them both begin to cum at the same time. Sucking my breath in, I tightened both my holes around their spewing cocks. I laughed with pleasure as I felt their hot cum hit my inner walls. When they were spent we broke apart. I lay on the floor panting, my head dizzy with passion. My body ached both from the exertion of pleasing them both and the pleasure that they had brought me. They both came down and lay beside me, turning on their sides to kiss my cheeks. I looked at both of them and smiled. In my blissful daze I heard my husband begin to speak, “this is just the beginning of your happiness. Brad and I will show you things that you never imagined before. Just as you showed him not that long ago. You’ll be overjoyed in the passion that we will bring you, I promise you that.” I looked at him and then turned and looked at Brad, he nodded his head, and as I lay there regaining myself, I wondered what all they had in store for me. Happy Endings Stories have happy endings. They also have snappy opening lines, the introduction of some characters, a crisis and it resolution and then the happy ending. If that sounds like a recipe for a soap opera, then that is because it is one. I also imagine that this is the kind of thing that gets taught in creative writing classes, which is why I have always avoided them like the plague. The 'My Lady Grotesque' series that I have contributed to Literotica and which I may come back to with more episodes, has received almost entirely positive responses, mostly from male readers I suspect (some of them are anonymous and anonymous never discloses his/her gender), for they are very male point of view stories. They have little in the way of story. All I do is put them together and leave them to get on with it. The focus is overwhelmingly on the erotic activities that the characters indulge in. In each story, I introduce a new character and let them get down to it with 'Lady' and 'The Adventurer.' I say 'characters', but they are all completely one dimensional, and I wrote them like that deliberately. The flatness of the characters was deliberate, because I wanted to focus on two characters, and a few others, purely in terms of their erotic adventures together. The stories are about their erotic adventuring and describe in detail their sexual activities, and the more off the mainstream, the more I enjoyed writing the detailed descriptions. And it is in describing the sex that you can be inventive with language and image, but don't go too far. There is no subject on earth about which it is so easy to write badly. I once saw Anthony Burgess in a TV interview, talking about D. H. Lawrence, and Burgess argued that no one has been able to describe orgasm. I agree with him. The best word for it is 'come' and everyone knows what that feels like. At the same time, I hope that the lingering descriptions of their bodies and parts of their bodies and what they are doing with them reflect on the characters, because they are concerned with every detail of what they do, because they are first and foremost erotic aesthetes, for whom sex is spectacle and display; pleasure without responsibility. And as such, they are people who are very aware of their own bodies and the body's potential for pleasure. This is why story and other detail are kept to a minimum. It does not matter what kind of car 'Lady' drives, or whether she prefers tea or coffee with her breakfast. It does not matter what job 'The Adventurer' does. That they desire each other is never directly explained; they just do; and enough of the why of it comes out in the stories. They exist only in as much as they have sex with each other and they share a common pursuit of erotic adventuring and experimentation. There is nothing those two and their friends would not do in search of the next great experience. Where did the characters come from? 'The Adventurer' is a version of myself; as I once was, for a while, though of course a very partial and incomplete version. 'Lady' is based on a woman I saw at a cinema shortly before I wrote the first of the stories. In that woman at the cinema a great many fantasies and memories of past experiences of mine coalesced with present desire and I wished that I could have approached her and picked her up; and she was there for the taking, but I am attached now and those adventuring days are over. And what I was unable to have, I wrote about instead. At the same time, she is also all of the mature and overdone women I have ever seen. To me there is something glorious about them, in their refusal to be old, and at the same time something sad in the acceptance Lady has of getting old and the knowledge of what beautiful things she is losing; most of all herself. Sex is life-affirming, and she does it to remind herself that she is still alive. The knowledge and the acceptance are the dark underside of the stories and all good stories need that darkness, or at least a hint towards it, to give them substance and reality. One thing that was striking about the feedback I received for those stories was that no one thought it a strange or perverted taste to find a woman of advanced years, who dressed and behaved like a decadent seventeen year old, erotically exciting and highly desirable; as 'The Adventurer' does. And that is encouraging, because it underlines the point that media stereotypes of beauty and sexiness are not what a great many people find either beautiful or sexy. One commenter even said that readers should not expect a 60 year old woman to be lithe and toned from decades in the gym and look 50. That is exactly what I meant. The great part of Lady's desirability is in the attitude she has to her decaying body. Before I move on, I will make one more remark about the characters in my 'Lady' stories. The spirit of them and the scenarios are based on swinging experiences I had ten or twelve or so years ago with a number of middle aged and late middle aged couples. What interested me about these people, who were all very nice and very 'normal' and well adjusted was how relaxed an attitude they had to sex and swinging. They could handle it and they were mostly experienced at it, and the fact that they were so relaxed about it was because they had faced up to the reasons within themselves why they wanted to do it; and they had been honest with themselves. And I quickly learned that I enjoyed having sex with women twenty or thirty years older than I was then and I even found it comfortable for their husbands to be watching or joining in. Sex can be cathartic and liberating, but it is never only those things. Again, the darker underside should be at least implied through allusion or the refusal of happy and too easy closure. The only closure is death, and of course, sex and death are close relations. If you don't believe me, read Freud, read Bataille. My 'An Unexpected Meeting' stories are based on one situation I was in and a couple I knew as swinging partners, though they were not in fact my neighbours, and I never knew them before, during or after our swinging encounters, other than as a late fifties couple who I met at a nudist club and had sex with the wife while her husband watched, took photographs and sometimes joined in. And it was a very happy set up, while it lasted. But there is also a darker underside to breaking boundaries and taboos, and swingers negotiate with those; sometimes successfully, sometimes not. The people I met had done it successfully and were having a lot of fun that they could handle. The story I have written for this site that I like most is 'Leggy Lola', because I think it raises an issue that is 'problematic'; the sexualities of disabled people, and the ethics of desiring them as that affects able bodied people who find amputees erotically exciting; as do the men Lola has sex with in her role as an escort. And I also think it succeeds in raising that issue without being didactic or preachy. I chose an ambiguous ending, with Lola saying something about her 'relationship' with Stephen that is ultimately evasive, and I thus avoided a happy ending. I also avoided getting too deeply into the ethics of the situation, and I was surprised that no one who read the story picked up on that. I'm not sure if I'm pleased or disappointed that no one has. The story of Lola came from two different story ideas. I wanted to write a story about a disabled woman and her dealing with the relationship between her sexuality and her disability, and I also wanted to write a story about a prostitute. I could not find what I thought was an interesting way of writing either of them, until one day I suddenly had the idea of combining them. The interest in writing a story about a prostitute came from my own interest in prostitutes, and the idea to write a story about an amputee woman came from seeing pornographic images of amputee women on a website. What struck me about those images was that if a woman is attractive, limbs or no limbs; she is attractive, but at the same time it is impossible to ignore that fact that she is an amputee. And I wondered why can't that in some way be erotically interesting? The story I least like among my contributions to Literotica is 'Late Spring Interlude.' I dislike it because it is dishonest. I wrote it to appeal to as wide a number of readers as possible, and it worked. It is thus calculated and not seeking to identify or explore something that I think is interesting about erotic life and erotic possibilities. The only vaguely redeeming feature of 'Late Spring Interlude' in my eyes is that it has an ambiguous ending. The rest of it is formulaic and manipulative trash. It remains one of my highest scoring stories in the voting. I am very glad that it is not the highest. I have one happy ending story that I like: 'Every Woman is Desirable.' I knew that if a made a half decent job of writing it, it would get a good response; and from larger ladies and those who love them. What makes it different from 'Late Spring Interlude' is that it is honest. It is based on a real experience of my own, though adapted to the needs of the story, and the climatic scene is something I did, to the surprise and delight of the lovely lady with whom I shared that experience. That story has a happy ending because that is the ending that naturally follows the story that comes before it. The types of stories I like to read on Literotica are the less self-consciously 'writerly' ones. I much prefer and I am much more aroused by, stories that get to the (erotic) point as quickly as the story in question allows, and I always enjoy rawness in the writing more than the studied and the rule-following. Snappy opening lines, a few stereotypical characters and a crisis and a cheap and easy resolution soap opera plot with a bit of sex thrown in to justify posting the piece to an erotic fiction site turns me off completely. Save that for the creative writing class, or better still, write non-erotic fiction. A story does not have to have a plot (see Joyce's Ulysses), characters do not have to have great depth (see the complete novels of Charles Dickens), and stories do not have to have happy endings (see Anna Karenina); and especially not easy, unearned and sentimental ones. However, if you want to win competitions, stick to the creative writing class formulas. Write for yourself, above all, and some readers will like what you write, and what they will like most about what you write, is its honesty, and its refusal to pull the usual levers to get the cheap and easy effects. And write the way you want to: the story will tell you how it wants to be written, so listen to the voice in your head telling you. So what I am asking for in erotic writing? Make it real; though that does not mean that it has to be based on experience. None of my stories is a straight narrative of something that actually happened, though all of them have their origin in something I have done or someone I have met or something I have desired. Never include any storyline or even any tiny detail that is not in some way contributing to an 'explanation' why the people in the story are having sexual relations with each other. Remember that happy situations and troubled situations with easy and unconvincing happy endings don't make for good story material. Where is the problem? Where is the tension? Where are the questions? Ask yourself a simple and at the same time very difficult question: what is sex about? What should be in a story? Well, obviously, some kind of erotic situation or a series of erotic situations. Beyond that, there should be nothing that is not contributing to the centre piece of the story, which is the sex. In choosing place, make the place say something about the characters and the kind of sex that they have and why they are having it. Only introduce a plot line if it leads up to the sex and in some way throws light on why the sex is being had. Avoid at all costs a storyline that is really no more than a vehicle for sex scenes. The story needs to carry the sex, but it needs to be closely related with it. Everything that happens in the story, everything that the characters say, think and do, should be explaining enough of who they are and what they are, to explain why they are having sex with each other. Equally, every detail should be doing its work and earning its keep; if it isn't, cross it out. I give an example from one of my 'Lady' stories. Lady lives in villa on the outskirts of some unspecified city somewhere. I have no idea which city, and it doesn't matter. All that is disclosed about the villa is that it is expensively decorated. This Lady is wealthy. In the third or fourth story, I can't remember which; I decided that some description of the living room, where almost all of the sex takes places, would be a good idea. They always do it on the sofa, this being the living room, so the sofa was the thing to describe. It was the central object of the scene. How should the sofa be? It's obvious; it should have leopard skin covers, for what other style would a lady like her favour? Once I had introduced that detail, and thereby revealing a little more of Lady's character, through her tastes in interior décor, I had to do something else with it, so she tells the Adventurer that many of her friends have leaked cum on that sofa and invites him to cum on it, which he does, with her assistance. None of this is at all profound, but pulls things together and gives the story unity. Showing and telling, as they say. It would have been far less effective to have just said of Lady; here's an older woman who really should know better, and whose is herself as tacky and cheap as a leopard skin sofa. And to me at last, what redeems her is that she knows this about herself, and she embraces absolutely her voracious and often outlandish erotic appetites and lives them all. Most of all, remember that sex is never only about sex. Let's use the 'Loving Wives' MMF threesome example, as it seems to be a theme that upsets some readers. A couple decide that they want to introduce a third person into their erotic life; a man. Why do they want to do that? Is it the man or the woman who suggests it first? How does their partner react initially? Let's say it's the woman and her husband is not keen. How is he going to feel? Jealous, most probably? Why would his wife want another man? Why would she want two men at once? How come he has never before suspected that she harboured such desires? Why did she hide them? Why has she felt bold enough now to raise the idea? How are they going to get from this impasse to a situation where it happens? And after they have, what effect will it have had? And in resolving the story, if the ending is to be that it 'helped' their marriage in some way, which it could, then the ending needs to show why. Or try the opposite scenario, in which the husband suggests it. Why does he want to watch another man fucking his wife? Personally I wouldn't! And I say that as someone who has had sex with other men's wives while they watched. Why was I happy to do that, but would not want to watch my wife with another man? Well, that's another story, which would focus on the psychology and motivations of the third man. Freud would say it was the unconscious desire to re-live the moment when you first became aware that your parents have an erotic life. But let's keep Freud out of it; or let's not, because Uncle Sigmund is always very much present on the Literotica site; just look at he number of submissions to the 'Incest/Taboo' category, and take note of their popularity too. Would our imaginary husband want to simply watch his wife with another man, or would he want to join in too. Would he want to have sex with the man too? And here's the question that interests me most; what would the wife think about her husband's desire to watch her with another man? Would it make her feel powerful; would she find it strange or even distasteful? And afterwards, what would they have learned about themselves, inwardly; and what would they guess about each other's private thoughts about what they had done? Speculation on that would make for a more interesting ending than some banal remarks about how marriage affirming it all was. Swinging is an exciting game for those who wish to play it, but part of the excitement is in the risks and dangers of where it might go and what one might learn about one self and one's partner from it. It's much more interesting to end with a scene that shows that whilst both partners find some fulfilment in the experience, they also found that it asked them questions that they did not have simple or untroubling answers to; and which lead them to further revelations about themselves that might lead them to question things more. The solving of a 'problem' does not mean that we all live happily ever after; it means we find ourselves in a new situation where new problems arise and ask new questions of us. Erotic desire can take us sometimes to places and states that we don't feel comfortable with, and which may be disturbing, but as long as we are desiring things that it is not illegal to desire, the best think to do is think it through and then if we still want to, live that experience. Sex and sexuality are at the centre of what we are as human beings, and a good story takes us to that, rather than offering some cheap and banal escapist fantasy. So; happy endings? Domestic sex is fine; a husband and wife, just the two of them can have an erotic life that is about their love for each other, and that can be a fascinating topic for erotic fiction, but avoid, avoid, avoid domesticated sex: sex is simple, sex is complicated; sex is consoling, sex is frightening; sex is challenging, sex is affirming; sex is reassuring, sex is dangerous; but don't make it boring by not explaining in a story what it is about for the people in the story, and don't tack on an unearned happy ending. You will make your readers think more if you don't. A good piece of erotic writing challenges the mind, as well as stimulating the senses. After all, don't they say that the mind is the most powerful of all sexual organs? And moreover, without it there would not be any erotic fiction. Happy Endings It had been a long stressful few weeks at work so as a way to unwind I had decided to treat myself to a massage. Spending ten plus hours a day sitting at my computer had done nothing to help my bad back. It got to the point that I couldn't stand up with out excruciating pain. I was looking forward to the massage as a release to all of my built up tension. As Ellen came out to greet me for my appointment my first impression was trying to figure out how someone so plain was going to be able to provide me with the thorough massage that I had been looking for. Once in the room and the usual small talk Ellen left so I could strip down to my underwear and climb under the covers lying face-down staring at the floor. It seemed to take forever for Ellen to return and by this point I was getting a little restless. Finally she returned and questioned; "Is there any particular area that you would like me to focus on?" "My lower back has been quite tender of late but other than no major concerns." Starting in on the massage Ellen noticed the six plus inch scar on my shoulder, "Do I dare ask what happened that left you with a scar of that size?" Unable to think of a good story I caved and told the truth: "I had major surgery a couple of years ago as a result of a disorder I have." Shortly after any conversation died down as the massage was getting rolling. As someone who has massages on a regular basis this one started out poorly. Grabbing my arm, shaking and twisting to loosen it up, she took my hand with hers and with her other hand was at work freeing up the knots. Having my face buried and only able to catch a glimpse of the carpet I was straining to figure out what was going on when I all of a sudden got and incredible sensation slowly moving down my arm. As Ellen started to work on my shoulder and neck she was now standing at my head and leaning over me, looking the through the headrest all I was able to see was her Crocks. Being swept away by how relaxing the massage had become I was beginning to realize I could feel her long brown hair brushing against my back. The combination of her magical fingers and the way her hair felt against my back I could feel myself starting to get aroused. To add the mix I started to feel the same sensation on my shoulders that I had earlier felt on my arm. Ellen soon asked: "Okay are you ready to turn over for me?" Realizing there would be no way for me to conceal my arousal I shyly responded: "I guess so" Failing at any attempt of small talk I kept my eyes clothes wondering what this stranger was thinking of the pup-tent I had erected on her massage table. Rubbing and moving her way up my leg I felt as if I was turning at least a dozen shades of red and that someone had turned the heat up to well over 100 degrees I remained speechless. Wanting to die from embarrassment I was shocked when I felt a gentle hand tucking the sheet into my boxer-briefs and shifted slowly when I felt a finger brush against my bulging penis. Almost giggling Ellen apologized for the inappropriate contact. I chose to ignore the comment. Keeping my right arm fully extended, for a third time I could feel the sensation on my body. This time being face up I was able to catch a glimpse as Ellen was brushing her lips down the length of my arm. She must not have known I was watching because she jumped slightly when I asked: "Is this typical service?" Flushed and trying to find the words; "Uhm – I – I am sorry!" "Why what are you sorry for? You have the most amazing touch!" As Ellen turned her back and headed for the door I was kicking myself internally for blowing this opportunity. When all of a sudden I heard a loud click and realized that instead of leaving Ellen was locking the door so we wouldn't be interrupted. She then changed the music from meditating to soft rock with a good beat. Looking towards Ellen I was overly impressed by how she transformed from a plain looking girl to a goddess by the slow process of removing her clothes. Staring at this beauty I was bowled over by her shapely breasts with the nipples staring out at me, to the shooting star tattoo on her right hip, not to be outdone by the rainbow tattoo with a pot of gold on her left inner thigh, and also the cleanly shaven pussy that had a slick glisten exposing the fact at how aroused she had become. I tried to stand up to greet her but she pushed me back down on the table. Gently she climbed on top of me and greeted me with a warm & wet kiss. Her nipples feeling like erasers as they rubbed against my chest, I was longing to get one in my mouth. Reaching down with her left hand she eased my bulging cock into her juicy vagina. As I was entering she let out a curious sound as she bit her lower lip. Sitting up right she began grinding and swiveling her hips while trying to sit up I was finally close enough to one of her nipples to slip in my mouth and began to gently suck. Wanting to pay attention to both of her breasts I cupped the other one in my hand while continuing to suck and kiss from nipple to cleavage and back again. Not able to contain myself any longer I released the built up tension that was residing in my balls. Unknowingly I groaned loudly which startled Ellen, she looked at me sadly; "I can't believe you finished before I could get a turn!" Overcome with exhaustion I replied: "I am sorry is there anyway that I can make it up to you?" "As a matter of fact there is. Meet me at my apartment at 7:30 tonight. And oh yeah! DON"T BE LATE!" Flustered I sputtered out; "But whe-?" She interrupted and quietly slipped me her address and kissed me and left the room for me to get dressed. Leaving the massage room Ellen went through the routine of needing to replenish with plenty of water and rest for the rest of the day and that I could talk to receptionist if I needed to make any other appointments. Not wanting to be late I was outside her door right as the clock turned to 7:30. After a few anxious moments the door opened and I was greeted by Ellen standing in front of me wearing a blue silk bathrobe. Crossing the threshold I was drawn to the fact that there was not one light on in the room but instead the glow of what seemed to be 20 candles. In one smooth motion she went from closing the door to having her lips pressed against mine and wasting little time my pants were down to my ankles and her hand was grabbing my cock. Stroking feverishly it was soon evident that I was good to go. Lying down on the floor I reached between her legs and could feel her warmth on her thighs, easing my way up I could feel the dripping from Ellen's wet love hole. Spreading her legs I was able to penetrate with the greatest of ease. Starting with a slow methodic motion I would plunge down and pull back, easing my cock out of her vagina ever so slightly and then with a thrust plunge back down. In matching tempo we picked up the pace until I could not hold back any longer and exploded with one final push. As my load of jizz rocketed from me Ellen pulled me closer at the same time her orgasm let loose. Needing a few minutes to recover Ellen went to the fridge to get us a couple of cold Bud Lights and guided me to her bathroom where we spent the next twenty minutes in the shower lathering each other up and cleaning off the bodily fluids. Still horny and fresh out of the shower I carried her into her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. Jumping on the bed beside her our lips and tongues met exploring each others mouths. Gently pulling away, I began to kiss her neck, moving down her to shoulders, making sure to give plenty of time to both breasts and cleavage working my way back and forth. Sliding down over her belly and past her faded tan line I was soon licking away at her already swollen clit. Alternating between licking and nibbling I would be sure to move away and kiss the inner thighs just to drive Ellen a little crazy. After a prolonged lapfest I soon ready for more action. Figuring that a third fuck of the day was about to take place I was pleasantly surprised when instead Ellen decided to give me a blow-job. Jumping right into the action Ellen started by gently kissing my ball sack, worked her way up the shaft and like a magic show my cock quietly disappeared into her mouth. Caressing the back of her head while she continued to bob up and down I hadn't realized that my hips were moving up and down and that I was fucking her mouth. What sent me over the top was when Ellen started to swirl her tongue on the tip of my penis with each thrust. Blasting my load, like a trooper Ellen sucked up ever last drop of my cum. Pulling away Ellen licked her lips and just smiled. Needless to say I now have massages from Ellen on a regular basis but none of them take place at her office. Happy Endings Hello and welcome to my readers. Thank you for your votes, comments and feedback on my previous stories. Events develop slowly in this tale, so if you're looking for quick sex, thanks for stopping by. For those of you who read on, I hope you enjoy it. -------------------------------------------------- "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Blair MacPherson hammered the BMW's steering wheel with clenched fists, tears of rage and frustration stinging her green eyes. In one moment of anger her career was ruined. She slumped forward against the wheel and began sobbing in earnest. What an awful end to a terrible Friday. Randy, her now ex-boyfriend, had started things the night before by being his usual inconsiderate self. She was building up to a delicious orgasm when he thrust hard into her, groaned and relaxed. He'd come, again and left her hanging, again, the selfish bastard. He grinned and kissed her, withdrew his softening cock, rolled over and fell asleep. Seething, she padded into the bathroom, removed her vibrator from a drawer, sat on the toilet seat, spread her legs and stroked the buzzing appliance over her clit and into her wet pussy until she shuddered in release. When she entered her bedroom, Randy was sprawled face down, snoring. With a scornful glance at his hairy ass, she took a pillow and a blanket and stomped off to sleep on the couch. The morning began with a vicious fight and ended with his walking out the door, down the hall and out of her life, a smug look on his face and a swagger in his walk. Good riddance. In her haste to be at work on time, she ripped her stockings, overcooked her breakfast in the microwave and bumped the wheel stop pulling into her parking space. Juggling a latte, her briefcase and her purse, she opened the heavy oak doors bearing the words 'Dewey, Cheatham and Howe Attorneys at Law' in raised gilt letters and saw Angela, the office manager eyeing her disapprovingly. Although Blair was an Associate Attorney and not under 'Old Needlenose's' thumb, she knew the old bitch would waste no time in telling one or more of the partners how she'd seen that MacPherson woman sneaking in late again. Strangling her slowly would give Blair immense satisfaction, but she had other things to do right now. Striding down the hall to her office, she groaned to see who was waiting for her inside, a disorganized pile of papers and forms in his lap. Hernando Cabrillo was a successful businessman that owned a chain of Mexican restaurants across the city. He'd started work as a dishwasher, and then became a server, then a manager, finally an entrepreneur employing all his relatives, friends and a host of others in his establishments. He was exacting, strong willed and demanded your undivided attention when you dealt with him, regardless of how long it took. When he left her office three hours later, he had the necessary paperwork in hand to apply for a business loan, obtain work permits for more relatives in Mexico and engage a contractor to build another restaurant; Blair had a raging headache. Her latte had long since grown cold, so she headed for the break room for a fresh cup of coffee. The pot was empty. Cursing under her breath, she made coffee and, clutching a steaming cup left the room to return to her office and collided with Missy, one of the file clerks, in the hallway. The hot coffee splashed from the cup onto Blair's white blouse as Missy dropped the armload of files she'd been carrying. "God damn it," Blair cursed as she pulled the wet fabric from her chest, narrowly escaping a burn. "Oh Ms. MacPherson, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," Missy babbled, attempting to dab at Blair's blouse with a tissue from her skirt pocket. "Don't worry about it," Blair growled and stalked off to the ladies room leaving the apologetic girl standing there. She was able to get most of the stains out of her blouse, but her new bra was ruined. When she left the ladies room, Missy was standing there, looking stricken. "I'm so sorry I..." she began, but Blair cut her off. "I told you don't worry about it," Blair muttered and walked away. She saw one of the founding partners emerge from his office as she headed down the corridor towards her office and groaned inwardly. She was in no mood for pointless chatter. Mr. Cheatham was a harmless old duffer who hardly ever handled anything but the occasional high profile case, preferring to hole up in his wood paneled office with the thick pile rug that made walking in heels difficult. She had only been in there a few times and it made her uncomfortable with it's heavy draperies blocking most of the daylight while her nostrils were assailed with the musty smells of old books, old leather and old man. She sat there trying not to fidget while he mumbled and mused over a contract she'd prepared. When she left, it was a tremendous relief. "Good morning Mr. Cheatham," she said brightly as he nodded in assent, rheumy eyes blinking. As she passed he reached out and pinched her on her left butt cheek. Without thinking, she whirled and slapped him across the face. "Keep your hands to yourself, you old lech," she spat. He stared at her openmouthed, then turned and went back in his office. She felt her face burning and looked around. Several clerks and secretaries were staring at her wide-eyed amazement. Blair returned to her office in a daze. What on earth had possessed her? Now her plans for a career with the firm were effectively destroyed. She'd be dismissed and the word would be out about what had happened in no time. She'd be dead meat in this town and she knew it. She gathered some papers in her briefcase, took her coat from it's hook, grabbed her handbag and walked out the office's doors with all the dignity she could muster, ignoring the stares and whispers behind her. When she reached her car and was inside, she finally lost it, crying, swearing and slamming the steering wheel in rage and sorrow. Starting the engine she roared from the parking lot and down the street, not knowing or caring where she was going except away from that place. *** When Blair became aware of her surroundings, she realized she was driving in a part of the city she had never seen before. Ornate Victorian homes stood in stately dignity along tree lined streets, their manicured yards aflame with spring flowers and encircled by wrought iron fences. Blair had dreamed of living in a neighborhood like this one day, so far removed from the small Midwest farming community where she spent her childhood and teenage years. When she'd been the only person in her high school graduating class to be accepted and attend college, much less Georgetown University in far off Washington D.C., she was the chief topic of conversation among the town folk. She'd worked hard, maintained a high GPA and was immediately recruited by Dewey, Cheatham and Howe before the ink was dry on her JD diploma. She'd given it her all in the last five years and had intended to become a partner one day. Now the dream was over. Rounding a corner, she found herself in a quaint shopping district filled with interesting little shops and stores. A rosy pink sign caught her eye, the words 'Happy Endings: A Spa for Women' inscribed in flowing purple script. There was a vacant parking space in front and she pulled into it. She wanted to relax and forget the day and it seemed to be the place to do just that. *** A soft chime sounded as Blair entered the spa's front door. She found herself standing in a cozy tastefully decorated room and immediately felt at home. "Welcome to Happy Endings Spa," said a warm contralto voice and she turned to see a tall, statuesque woman standing there, smiling. The woman was beautiful with long honey blonde hair, full lips, a dazzling smile, firm breasts, slim waist, flared hips and long, shapely legs. She was wearing a blue knit dress that fit her like a second skin, with a scoop neck that revealed a generous amount breast flesh and a hem that barely concealed her pubic area. She was barefoot and carried a clipboard. "Please sit down," she continued, gesturing toward a chenille sofa. Blair sat, feeling suddenly inadequate in the presence of this goddess. She had always been confident of her looks and figure, but this living centerfold made her feel as if she was a gawky sixteen year old again, mooning after the boys in her class who steadfastly ignored her. "My name is Michelle," said the woman, seating herself next to Blair. "We offer a variety of relaxation and rejuvenation experiences to please the most discerning of women. What brings you here today?" Blair found herself blurting out her entire day, beginning with her breakup and ending with her slapping Mr. Cheatham. Michelle listened, nodding sympathetically, making notes on a pale pink tablet with lavender ink. The subtle scent of Michelle's perfume, her closeness and expanse of tanned flesh was awakening feelings in Blair she had suppressed for years. In a flash it all came rushing back and she felt herself becoming wet. Gina... *** Gina Moretti was a raven haired beauty with sultry dark eyes, a generous figure and a bubbly personality. When they were paired as roommates, Blair liked her right away, the feeling was mutual and they soon were inseparable sharing the experience of being on their own and away from home in a whole new world. They made a striking contrast as they walked about campus. Blair's flaming red hair against Gina's glossy black, Gina's olive skin against Blair's pinkish white, Blair's perky up tilted breasts against Gina's full, round ones, green eyes against dark brown; they drew many an appreciative look from their male classmates, and not a few women as well. In their deepening friendship they were oblivious to it all. They did everything together, even double dating. The crude and fumblingly adolescent behavior of their many suitors soon palled and they increasingly preferred each other's company. Then came the night they'd gone to a party at a frat house. The liquor flowed freely and they were more than a little drunk. Both had allowed the frat boys to grope them in dark corners, but declined repeated invitations to go upstairs and fuck. They staggered back to their dorm, draped all over each other and giggling like fools, collapsing onto Gina's bed and falling asleep in each other's arms. *** Blair awakened to Gina's soft kisses on her lips. They stared at each other, and then Gina smiled. Blair sighed, then returned the kisses, the feel of their bodies molded together sending thrills through her. Being together like this felt so right. She nuzzled Gina's neck and licked her earlobe, eliciting a moan of desire. "I love you," Blair whispered and Gina shuddered in her arms. "I love you too," was the reply. "When did you know you loved me?" "I'm not sure, it just...happened; our first week together I guess." "I knew almost right away. You'd come in from the shower smelling of soap and shampoo and I wanted to jump you right then and there. I'd see you looking at me with your eyes half closed and my pussy would tingle and I'd get warm all over. When I saw you naked all I could think of was sucking on your gorgeous breasts. I was afraid you'd be mad at me and I didn't want to lose you as a friend." "I was afraid to approach you too, just seeing you sitting at the table studying wearing your nightie and your hair all tousled made my pussy drip," she paused, then said "I want you" in a breathy whisper. "Take me, my love," Gina sighed. She began caressing Gina's breasts, loving her moans as they explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Gina's hands gripped Blair's ass cheeks, kneading and caressing them causing her to moan in return. They slowly undressed each other, lingering over each inch of exposed flesh, sucking and licking stiff nipples, hands gliding along flat bellies and silky thighs, fingers stroking engorged labial lips and slipping into increasingly wet pussies. Kissing hungrily, bodies writhing, they began to finger each other, using first one, then two fingers, probing deeply, moaning and gasping as they drove their partner inexorably towards a spine wrenching climax. Sucking on tongues, their thumbs found their partners clit and rubbed the juice covered button of flesh as their fingers worked between juicy folds. "Oh Jesus, Blair, fuck me!" Gina screamed, humping her lovers' hand furiously. "Harder, fuck me harder," Blair cried, hips thrusting her pussy onto Gina's fingers. They came together, crying out and shuddering in their release, then continued fucking each other into yet another shattering orgasm, finally falling asleep, arms and legs entwined. When they awakened, they donned robes and took a shower in the dorms' communal bathroom, playing and teasing. When they were clean and dry, they raced back to their room, threw off their robes and snuggled into Blair's bed where they kissed and caressed. "I want to taste you, Gina," Blair said huskily. "I want you to cum in my mouth." "God yes, baby, suck my pussy," was the reply. Blair licked the puffy labial lips, kissed Gina's creamy thighs, dipped her tongue into the wet slit and teased until Gina screamed "Eat me, you little bitch!" Blair dove in and burrowed her tongue deep in Gina's wet slit, licking furiously until her lover exploded in release, flooding Blair's eager mouth with warm juices which she eagerly swallowed. She ate Gina to another orgasm, then crawled up and hugged her. They rested for a while, and then Gina purred "Now it's your turn." More than ready to pleasure her lover, she licked and sucked Blair's dripping pussy with abandon, drawing the engorged clit between her lips and teasing it with her tongue while her fingers pumped into Blair's tight hole. "Oh God, Ginaaa," Blair screamed as her orgasm crashed through her. Gina brought her to a second, then a third explosive climax. They cuddled together and fell asleep once more. They awakened ravenous. Dressing in shorts and t-shirts, they went to the dining hall and ate, playing with each other under the table until they were roaring hot. Back in the dorm room they stripped and fell into Gina's bed. Gina straddled Blair's thigh, her thigh between Blair's legs pressing against her wet pussy. They held each other tight, kissing passionately and rubbing their slick holes against each other; slowly at first, then faster. "Oh God," Blair moaned. "Fuck me my love, fuck me." "It feels so good, baby," Gina purred. "Fuck my hot little pussy." They humped wildly against each other, streams of juices coating their thighs, their puffy clits sliding against warm flesh sending shocks through their bodies. Screaming in passion and release they shuddered against each other, pussies flooding each other's stomachs and thighs with cum. They moved off the sodden sheets onto Blair's bed where they kissed and cuddled, finally dozing off. *** The women remained roommates and lovers through undergraduate and graduate school, tearfully parting when Gina sought her doctorate at a different university. At first, they called and e-mailed each other daily, but as academic pressures increased and time went by their correspondence dwindled and finally stopped altogether. *** "Ms. MacPherson? Blair? Is everything alright?" Blair jerked from her reverie at the sound of Michelle's voice and blushed deeply. "I'm sorry, I...I was lost in thought." "I was saying," Michelle continued, "We have several different spa experiences to choose from, however the one I would suggest would be our Happy Endings Massage." "I like the sound of that," Blair said. "Let's go with that one." "Excellent choice," Michelle replied, her megawatt smile causing Blair's nipples to harden. *** Blair luxuriated in the warm spray of multiple shower heads, her body tingling as she pressed the 'Massage' button and the spray became pulses giving her goose bumps. She had been led into a room quite unlike any spa she'd ever been in. The walls were painted a soft green, Swedish Modern furniture stood about, floor lamps cast a warm glow and impressionist paintings adorned the walls. A chaise longue was placed near a beige leather covered massage table on a chrome column; next to that stood a small wheeled table holding bottles in different colors. Blair had been instructed to bathe in order to derive the maximum enjoyment from her massage. The perfumed soap smelled of strawberries and she lathered and rinsed her body twice, already feeling the tension melt away. She emerged from the shower stall, dried herself with warm, fluffy towels, wrapped a silk robe around her naked body and reclined on the chaise, shivering in anticipation as to what would come next. She didn't have long to wait. A door opened and Michelle walked into the room garbed in a colorful smock, her feet bare. The Asian woman with her barely reached to Michelle's shoulder and appeared to be more a child than a woman. Her almond shaped eyes twinkled and her elfin face was graced with a beaming smile. Her blue black hair hung straight to her waist and ended in bangs across her forehead. She was also dressed in a colorful smock and her feet were bare. "Mei Ling and I will be serving you today," Michelle said with a grin. Blair stood up wondering what would happen next. Michelle and Mei Ling went to the massage table and patted it, Mei saying, "Take off your robe, hop up here and relax." Blair dropped her robe and climbed on the table, a rosy blush creeping over her. She suddenly felt shy and vulnerable around these beautiful women and was glad when she was told to lie on her stomach, her face enclosed in a padded oval leaving her staring at the floor. She shivered in anticipation hearing bottles clinking and awaiting the touch of their hands. When they began stroking and kneading her flesh with warm oil, she couldn't hold back a blissful moan. One of them giggled and the stroking and kneading became more firm, working the tension from her muscles and making her feel drowsy. Oily hands rubbed her back and shoulders, her torso, then the swells of her flattened breasts, causing her to moan more loudly. Then the hands were at her waist, and then on her firm buttocks. Fingers slid along her butt crease, pressing against her puckered hole and she felt herself becoming wet. Her feet, then her calves, then her thighs were kneaded and stroked; strong fingers eased her legs apart and teasingly caressed her inner thighs coming ever closer to her womanhood. When fingers touched her labial lips already swollen with blood she gasped and moaned, longing to feel fingers deep inside her, rubbing her clit, wanting desperately to cum and cum. She jerked and moaned as the first finger slid between her now gooey folds and wiggled around inside. At the same time another finger pressed gently on her puckered star, spreading oil upon it and easing slowly inside. Oh God, it feels so good. Do me, do my pussy and my ass. Please, please, I want to cum, I need to cum...Ohhhh, yessss... Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth as a second finger entered her throbbing pussy and another eased slowly into her asshole. They began moving slowly in and out, circling around, sending shocks and thrills through her. She raised her hips to allow the fingers to penetrate even deeper, trembling as her orgasm rose within her from her very core, suffusing her body with warmth. Slick palms rubbed her clit as the fingers worked in her holes, driving her wild and ever closer to an incredible climax. When it burst within her in a flaming shower of release, she howled in ecstasy. Her body shook uncontrollably as probing fingers caused her to cum again and again until she blacked out. Happy Endings *** Blair's eyes fluttered open and focused on the smiling faces of Mei and Michelle, their tunics were gone and they were naked. "Welcome back, Blair," Michelle said. "Did you enjoy our massage?" Blair was at a loss for words, finally blurting out "That was incredible." "There's more if you're interested," Mai said mischievously, a twinkle in her eye. Blair could only nod. What are they going to do to me now? The women helped her from the table and led her to the chaise lounge where she lay back, shivering in anticipation. Mei gently spread Blairs' legs apart and lay on her stomach between them, her warm breath on the pussy before her causing her client to moan with desire. Her tongue darted out, licking a wet swipe from Blair's' puckered hole to her throbbing clit. She lapped delicately at the labial lips, and then dipped into the juicy folds and wiggled it around. Michelle knelt on a pillow beside Blair and they shared a tongue swirling kiss. Then her mouth moved to her clients' pink, puffy nipples, sucking each in turn, kneading the firm mounds with oily hands. She nipped at the stiffening tips and licked the surrounding aureoles as Blair's' hips rose to meet Mei's probing tongue. Blairs' moans became a continuous wail as Mei slid, one, then two fingers in her pussy as she sucked her clit into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. Michelle continued nursing on and manipulating Blairs' nipples and breasts until the woman was shaking with lust. "Pleeease, eat me, suck me, make me cum, I need to cum!" She moaned and Mei intensified her sucks and licks, fingers thrusting and wriggling in Blair's sopping pussy. When her orgasm hit, Blair thrashed and cried out in ecstasy; Mei allowing her to catch her breath, then inducing yet another and another until Blair fell back limp and gasping. Michelle brought her a glass of wine and the three relaxed together until Mei said "Are you ready for the finale'?" Blair nodded, dizzy with wine and lust, her body tingling, said "God yes, I want it all." Michelle smiled, went to the table, opened a drawer, withdrew a leather harness and buckled it around her hips. When she turned and faced Blair, a lifelike phallus bobbed from her crotch. It was long, pink and thick, with a shaped head like a real cock. She coated it with lube until it shone, then walked seductively to the chaise, the dildo swaying gently. Blair's eyes sparkled as she slid down to lie on the lounge, spreading her legs and raising her hips, pussy wet with anticipation. Michelle knelt between her legs and Mei brought a pillow to place under Blair's ass. Michelle slowly eased the plastic shaft into Blair's pussy, loving her cries as she was stretched and filled until it was all the way in. She began a slow, rocking rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals, feeling her own clit stimulated by the ridged pad on the harness. Mei watched the erotic tableau before her, fingering her pussy, then climbed on the chaise, straddled Blair's head and lowered her dripping pussy to the woman's waiting mouth. Blair ate Mei's pussy like a mad woman; the fucking Michelle was giving her driving her wild. Mei howled and ground her wet slit on Blair's face, wanting her marvelous tongue even deeper inside her. Blair wet a finger in pussy juice, probed at Mei's puckered asshole, slid it in to the palm and wiggled it around. The room echoed with grunts, slaps, moans and squeals as they drove each other to a spine shattering orgasm in a frenzy of lust. Michelle leaned over Blair, pumping hard into her sopping pussy and her lips met Mei's in a passionate kiss. Mei got off, shuddering and moaning; she loosed a flood of her juices into Blair's eager mouth. Blair was being smothered, drowned, brutally fucked and enjoying every second of it. Michelle gritted her teeth as she pounded Blair's pussy. The ridged pad on the strap-on harness scrubbed her engorged clit with each thrust, leaving her teetering on the edge of a back arching orgasm, but not wanting to cum unless her lover did first. Blair's body went rigid, her orgasm sizzling along every nerve, her scream of release muffled by Mei's gushing pussy. Michelle allowed herself to cum at last, body jerking, mouth agape in guttural, prolonged moan of pleasure. The women collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of exhausted bodies, not moving for several minutes. Mei walked to the sideboard on wobbly legs and brought them all a glass of wine. When they had recovered sufficiently, they showered together, playing and giggling like school girls under the warm sprays. As they were drying each other with warm, fluffy towels, Michelle said "Will you be okay to drive, Blair? We can have our limo take you home and have your car delivered." "I think I'll be fine," Blair replied with a tired smile. "That was some of the best sex I've ever had. You two are marvelous lovers." "We also make house calls," Mei said. "Either one or both of us; call anytime." After they were dressed, the women accompanied Blair to her car and stood waving as she drove away. *** When Blair arrived at the firm on Monday, no one said a word, they just stared. She strutted past them down to her office, sat in her high-backed office chair, sipped her latte' and awaited the fateful summons she knew was coming. Sure enough, Old Needlenose appeared at the door saying with great relish "Mister Cheatham wishes to see you in his office, Ms. MacPherson". He sent the head goon to fetch me, nice touch. "Thanks, Needle...I mean Angela," Blair replied with a grin, brushing past her and striding down the hall, feeling the woman's beady eyes burning into her back. I hope she pops a blood vessel, the old bitch. What the hell, I'm gone anyway. She knocked at the oak door, heard a faint "Come in," twisted the brass knob and entered the sanctum. The room was dark and suffused with musty odors. Mr. Chetham was seated at his massive oak desk, a clutter of papers and law books before him. Blair said "You wanted to see me, Mr. Cheatham?" "Yes indeed," was the reply, "Take a seat, Ms. MacPherson." Blair settled herself in one of the oak chairs in front of the desk, spine erect, legs demurely crossed. Mr. Cheatham shuffled papers for a moment, then said "I was quite surprised at your actions toward me on Friday, Ms. MacPherson, quite surprised." "I'm sorry I struck you sir," she replied, "But I'm not accustomed to being touched in such a fashion." "Quite so, quite so, I have been known to take liberties with the female staff from time to time. I've never had a reaction like that before, but enough about that. When you leave here, I want you to get some of the boys in the copy room to help you clean out your office immediately." Oh crap, that's the ball game, unemployment here I come. "You'll be moving into the east corner office. If the furniture isn't satisfactory, you can order what you like." Blair's jaw dropped. "Did you say I'm moving to the east corner office? That's Mr. Perkins' office." "Not any longer, he's retiring at the end of the month. He'll be on vacation until then, doing a little fly fishing I believe. I'm promoting you to senior associate counsel effective today, Ms. MacPherson, congratulations." Blair was speechless. "I've had my eye on you for some time," Cheatham continued. "You're efficient, a hard worker, deal with difficult clients effectively and have spirit. I like that in a woman. No one has ever stood up to me before as you did and you're right, I was out of line. I apologize." Blair found her voice "I apologize as well, sir. I thank you for offering me this opportunity. I'll do the firm proud." "I know that you will, Ms. MacPherson. May I call you Blair?" "I would like that, sir," Blair said with a grin. "When you're in this office, I'm Harold," was the reply. "Now off with you and get moved into your new office." Blair stood outside Cheatham's office, her mind whirling. Missy approached her saying 'Are you alright Ms. MacPherson, you look pale." "I'm fine Missy. Could you do me a favor and ask the men who aren't busy in the copy room to report to my office ASAP and bring some cartons. Oh, and come along with them, I have something to discuss with you." "Right away, Ms MacPherson," Missy replied and she hurried down the hall. Blair walked back to her soon to be vacant office shaking her head at what had transpired. It was a happy ending last Friday and another one today. I'm one lucky gal. *** "There's a lady on line two, Ms MacPherson," Missy said. "She didn't give her name, but she said you'd know her." "Thanks, Missy, I'll take it." Blair hesitated for a moment before pressing the button, she was very busy and in no mood for callers playing guessing games. Six months had passed since her promotion and she had inherited several cases from Perkins after his retirement. Added to her own case load, she had little time to relax. Appointing Missy as her personal assistant was a good move, as the young woman was bright, efficient, eager to learn and kept the mountain of paperwork flowing. Blair clicked on the line, "Blair MacPherson, how may I help you?" "Blair. Is that you?" "Yes, who is this?" "Blair, it's Gina." "Gina! How did you find me? Where are you?" "Through the Alumni Association, I'm here in town. I'd love to see you, Blair, it's been so long." "I'd love to see you too. Where are you staying?" "The Hotel Claremont, Room 425, we could have dinner and talk." "I have a few things to do here and then I'll be over. Where have you been all these years?" "In Europe and the Pacific Rim, I'll tell you all about it when you get here." "I'll be there by six." "Wonderful. Bye Blair." "Bye Gina." *** Blair knocked on the door of Room 425. She was excited and nervous at the same time. Then the door swung open and Gina was standing there, wearing a brightly colored kimono and smiling. In Blair's eyes, she hadn't aged a day. Then they were in each other's arms, hugging, kissing and both talking at once. Gina pulled her inside and shut the door. She led Blair to a couch where they continued hugging and kissing. They finally separated and stared at one another, holding hands. "I've missed you," Blair said, a catch in her voice. "I've missed you too," Gina replied, squeezing Blair's hand. "Where have you been all these years?" Blair asked. "When I received my Doctorate in Information Technology, I was recruited by Nordwind Elektronik Systemes in Cologne, Germany. I became one of their troubleshooters and traveled through Europe and Asia. When they decided to open a branch here in America, I was offered a Vice Presidency to develop it. Once I was settled in, I began searching for you." "I'm so happy you found me, Gina," Blair said softly. "So am I," Gina replied. She stood up, offering her hand to Blair. "Come with me, my love, we have a lot to catch up on." They walked to the bed, Gina shrugging the kimono from her shoulders. She lay back against the headboard, her naked body a symphony of curves and olive toned flesh, smiling at Blair, her eyes hooded with desire. Blair began to slowly undress, body suffused with heat and lust, teasingly revealing her toned body to her lover who moaned appreciatively, her hand busy between her legs. Blair slipped out of her high heels, then turned her back and rolled her thigh high stockings down and off, presenting her pussy and ass to the eagerly masturbating Gina. Naked, she crawled into bed and they embraced, the contact of their warm skins making them gasp. At first they cuddled, exchanging open mouthed kisses, grinding their bodies together, their passions growing to a fever pitch. Then Blair began kissing Gina's neck, then her shoulder, sucking on one stiff nipple, then the other as the raven haired beauty shuddered and moaned. Blair kissed her way down Gina's flat stomach, licking playfully at her navel, and then proceeding on over the trimmed strip of pubic hair to her lover's wet pussy. She nibbled and licked on the engorged labial lips, tongue swirling between them, tasting the flowing juices. "Ohhh, I've dreamed of this for so long," Gina moaned, tangling her fingers in her lover's flaming red hair, "God, I love your tongue." Blair fastened her mouth on the dripping slit before her and began to suck and lick as far as her tongue could reach. Gina's hips rose, grinding her pussy against Blair's ravening mouth, moans rising from deep in her throat as she felt an orgasm building, building, her body trembling as the sensations overwhelmed her until she could take no more. "Yeeeee..." she howled, pulling her lover's face against her crotch, releasing a torrent of warm ejaculate into Blair's mouth. She gulped and swallowed eagerly, coaxing another orgasm from Gina, her mouth overflowing and face sticky, until her lover slumped to the bed, panting and whimpering. She crawled up and they kissed, Gina tasting herself on Blair's lips and in her mouth. They snuggled again until Gina's breathing returned to normal. Then she gently rolled Blair on her back and began sucking her nipples. Blair spread her legs as Gina worked her way down her body, shaking with lust until she felt warm breath on her sopping pussy. An explosive sigh burst from her lips as Gina's velvet tongue caressed her throbbing clit and burrowed deep in the pink folds beneath. "Oh God, my pussy's so hungry for you," Blair moaned as her lover greedily ate her out, her hands gripping Blair's ass cheeks, holding her steady against her mouth. "Oh, oh, oh," Blair moaned as Gina took her close to orgasm and kept her there, licking and sucking until Blair thought she would go mad, then with a wavering scream she exploded in orgasm, a wave of warm cum filling Gina's mouth and splattering her face. Blair came again and again as her lover continued to lick her, finally slumping back, crying with relief and happiness. Gina took her in her arms, licking at the tears, saying "I love you" over and over until Blair relaxed. "That was better than I ever dreamed," Blair said happily, hugging Gina. "I won't leave you again, my darling." was the reply. "We were meant to be together forever." All their longing and sadness was washed away in a continual tide of lovemaking that lasted until the first rays of sunlight gleamed around the drawn curtains of the room. They had licked, sucked and fingered each other into back arching orgasms until they could not cum any more, finally falling asleep in a haze of contentment, bodies entwined. They were together once more, this time never to part, their dreams fulfilled and their lives now completed by each other. This was, indeed, the happiest ending of all. End. Happy Endings We arrive at the hotel and get settled in. Unpack our bags and head out to the concierge lounge for drinks and light snacks. Even though the flight was long we both seem no worse for wear. We are too excited because we are away from home and ready for some fun and relaxation even though some of the time you will need to get some work accomplished. I am part of the business package this trip as your IT advisor. You've made arrangements prior to our arrival for an in room massage but haven't told me as a surprise. With drinks in hand we head back to the room. I hit the shower and come out wrapped in a towel. You jump in after me and also return in a towel. I have the tv going surfing channels and you grab the remote and say too soon for tv I've got something better. You have me sit on the bed and place a blind fold on me. There is a knock on the door and someone enters but I'm not sure who it is and you ask me not to remove the blindfold just yet. I hear some movement about the room and you walk over to remove the silk blindfold to reveal a nice looking guy in a business suit. While I sit on the bed he performs this slow strip tease. Several songs play as he works almost all of his clothes off until he is down to a very small pair of underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. He then winks over at you and you replace the blind fold on me. I hear the door open and close once more and some clanking of glasses and ask what you are up to? Now can I remove the eye covering? You say no, not yet. You tell me to leave the blindfold on that in addition to the entertainment there will be an in room massage. I'm then instructed to lie down on my stomach and you say you're going to remove my towel and to just relax. Once the towel is removed you sit in a chair and watch my reaction and give me a play by play as to what will happen next. You say some warm oils will be placed on your shoulder and back and within seconds I feel the warm oil touch my skin and strong hands begin to work it into my muscles. As the masseuse begins working their hands into my muscles and I catch the scent of almond oil. Some soothing music is also playing in the background. The masseuse then begins to rub my arms, waist, and butt. Slowly they work their way down my legs and after a while of this you instruct me to turn over. I am so relaxed and in a zone I can hardly move but I turn over as instructed. The masseuse then begins to work more oil onto my shoulders and arm and before I know it my breasts are also being massaged and my nipples are gently toyed with. This makes me squirm and you ask if I like it? I am so relaxed that it takes a second for me to respond and I tell you it's wonderful. All the while the blindfold has remained over my eyes. The masseuse then begins to rub my torso and sides and works along my thighs. Slowly, I can feel their strong hands gently work their way toward my inner thighs, down my leg to the knee, calf, ankle, and back up. They then begin the same process on the other leg careful to get near my now aching pussy but making sure not to touch it yet. I feel the masseuse then take my leg and lift it slightly so as to rub under my leg massaging my calves and back of my inner thigh. First the right leg then the left. My legs are left slightly parted when the masseuse places them back down and then begins toying with my inner thighs and grazes my pussy lips. I let out a small gasp and with that the hands continue to work over my outer swollen clean shaven mound. Again, I feel the masseuse hands drop between my leg and this time their fingers penetrate and part my pussy lips now moist love entrance. Their fingers slowly glide up and down and I begin to moan because they seem to know exactly what to do. The whole time you're watching you occasionally ask if I like this or that where ever they are touching. Before I know it two sets of hands are touching and stroking me. I begin to moan with pleasure. I then feel someone part my legs and kiss my inner thigh which really gets me squirming. I hear you make a soft moan and can tell it's you kissing my love cave entrance. I go to reach for your head but I'm stopped by a set of hands that place my arms down again at my sides and begin massaging my tits while you begin to work your magic nibbling, sucking, and licking my pussy. This sends me over the edge. I have never felt so sexually alive. I'm dying to know who else is touching me while you lick and tease me and the unknown is thrilling. You continue sucking, kissing, and licking me through many orgasms and before long I'm calling white flag. I need a break for air!! Again two set of hands are exploring my body. After a bit of time I feel a set of hands once again move to my pussy and they begin to stroke me. Slowly at first and then a little faster and I begin to moan while my hips begin to move in rhythm with their hand. At this point you come over to me and remove my blind fold only to reveal that it is a beautiful masseuse woman who is stoking me and at this observation I let out another moan and you quickly bend down and kiss me lightly at first and then more passionately. Our tongues collide and I moan again. OMG, I am over the edge and my heart is bounding. I reach for your thigh and pull you closer. When there is a pause in our kissing you look down at me and smile. I just tilt my head back and let out another moan. When I turn toward you I pull you closer to me and see that your cock is rock hard. I reach over to you and stoke your balls. I then grab a hold of your cock and you eagerly move even closer toward my face. You see where I'm going with this and situate yourself appropriately. Your dick is now right by my mouth and I gently pull it down and kiss the head. Then I lick it while I gently begin to put my lips around tip again licking and sucking you like an ice cream cone. Ha ha. This drives you crazy and you thrust more of your hardness into my warm wet mouth. I greedily take it and your hip begin to move some. Your hands are stroking my hair and lightly scratching my scalp the way you like. I look up at you but your eyes are closed and you let out a man moan. Then I let out a moan and you open your eyes to see that the masseuse has begun to eat me. All you can muster to say is OMG, yes. You reach out and rub my tits and pinch my nipples while I continue to suck on you. Both of us are going crazy. Your hips stop moving so that I can take as much of you as possible in my mouth and my tongue does the dance you love so much. Again, you moan out and say fantastic!!You tell me you're going to cum and whoosh. I swallow all of you. Then you bend down and kiss me again. The masseuse has inserted a toy in my pussy and before you know it I'm moaning again. The vibration on my clit has me paralyzed with pleasure. You pull away from our kiss and look into my eyes. I place my hands on your shoulders and start to squeeze them telling you I'm going to cum!! Before I know it's my turn to whoosh. Oh God, and I cry out with an incredibly loud moan. I just lay there awhile spent. The masseuse quietly leaves the room and you slide up next to me in bed. I press myself against your hair chest and nuzzle in tight close to you. You wrap your arms around me and before you know it we are out like a light. Happy Endings I actually had to argue hard to convince Sue not to call it The Happy Ending Massage Parlour. She gave me a cheeky little grin when she casually brought it up one evening after dinner, but the twinkle in her eye told me she was only half joking. I mean, think about it: a massage parlour called The Happy Ending, owned by a Chinese-American woman? It would get plenty of attention, all right, but not all of it good. Anyway, she didn't need the controversy to stir up customers; within a year, business was so good that she was able to take on extra staff and bring home a tidy profit. I was glad to see her succeed. The humdrum 9-to-5 of secretarial work didn't suit my wife at all. Now she was her own boss, making her own hours, which meant we got to spend more time together. She always stayed late on Fridays, though. Her employees thought it was to go over the books, but the truth was, she would wait for me to come over and offer me some private service. Yeah, it's a cliché fantasy, but what can I say? It's one of the perks of being married to a masseuse. She enjoyed it, too; the naughtiness of fooling around in her place of business appealed to her kinky side. Anyway, working for the city all week left me pretty sore; even if we didn't have our fun, I'd still appreciate the free massage. I pulled up a little after seven and rang her cell, then made my way to the back. She quickly opened the rear door and scooted me inside, looking around before quickly shutting the door. There was no real need for secrecy; everyone knew who we were and there's hardly anything weird about a husband visiting his wife at work. But I think, for Sue, it played into the illicitness of what we were doing, which naturally made it more exciting. Once inside, she stood on tiptoes and pulled my head down to meet hers, kissing me gently. "How's my big, strong man?" she asked. "Pretty beat," I replied. "They riding us pretty hard to get that street work finished." "Oh dear," she said, running her hands down my thick arms. "Well, if sir will follow me, we can work some of that stress out." "Sounds good to me," I said as she guided me by the hand. We entered one of the small massage rooms and she pointed towards a screen in the corner. "If sir would like to get undressed behind there, we can quickly begin," she said, her tone even and professional. I nodded and stepped behind the screen, quickly peeling off my clothes. Once naked, I walked out, hands on my hips. Sue gasped and turned away. "Oh, sir!" she exclaimed. "There's a towel back there!" "I'm sorry," I replied with a grin, "I must have missed it." This was all part of the game; it was a lot more fun to play around first. You know those stories of married couples who go to bars and pretend not to know each other, flirting and drinking before going to a hotel? This was pretty much the same thing - a safe way to live out fantasies we otherwise wouldn't experience. I wrapped the towel around my waist and lay down at the table. Sue gave me a shy little grin; she revelled in the character of the shy Asian masseuse with dirty thoughts on her mind. But first, she was all business, and let me assure you, switching careers was one of the best decisions my wife ever made. Petite and sinewy, she was in perfect control. She worked her way down my arms and back, applying enough pressure to work the aches out of my muscles. Climbing up onto the table, she straddled my hips, and I murmured in satisfaction as she attentively went about her work. I relaxed almost immediately; I could have fallen asleep if she didn't keep me talking. "You're in remarkably good shape, sir," she said as she worked her way down. "Well, I've got a very physical job," I said. "I think I'm feeling a little stiffness here," she muttered later, massaging the back of my thighs. I bit my lip and tried not to laugh; it's remarkable how quickly we could resort to cheap porno dialogue. I rolled onto my back and she started over, gently dripping oil on my chest and massaging it into my muscles. I watched Sue's face through heavy-lidded eyes. She bit her lip as she glanced down and saw the growing tent under the towel. "Oh dear," she said quietly, affecting a Chinese accent. "Sir, you still seem quite stiff." "I guess so," I replied. "May I remove the towel?" she asked. I nodded my head and she gently folded it down. My erection sprang up, half-hard and getting harder. Sue wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked up and down, gently pulling my foreskin back to reveal my bulbous cockhead. I sighed and closed my eyes; like I said, my wife has incredible hands. I felt Sue's warm breath on my ear as she whispered, "Sir, you want... happy ending?" "Oh yes," I replied, unable to keep myself from smiling. I opened my eyes and pulled her face to mine, kissing her deeply. We moaned and sighed together as she continued to work my cock with her hand, squeezing gently. She broke free and kissed her way down my torso. Finally reaching my stiff erection, she kissed the head of my cock and ran the flat of her tongue across the glans and hole, causing me to groan with pleasure. Sue didn't rush; there was no need to. She licked from my balls to the tip of my dick, up and down in a regular, steady motion, occasionally sliding her tongue around my cockhead. She knew exactly where to lick and stroke to give me incredible pleasure without putting me over the edge too quickly. She jerked me a little harder, my foreskin sliding back and forth over my head, and gently suckled on one of my balls. With her body turned away from me, I could reach out and run my hand over her tight, firm ass. I moved my hand between her legs and gently pressed, eliciting a moan. But she moved away, looking up at me with a naughty grin. "No sir, I'm here for your pleasure," she said, here eyes meeting mine as she wrapped her lips around my cockhead and gently sucked. I'm a thick six inches, and the girth can be a problem when it comes to oral, but plenty of experience taught Sue the correct approach. She focused her attention on the head, lashing her tongue around it, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked and slowly bobbing her head up and down. I could only close my eyes and bask in the warmth and moistness of her mouth, the confident rhythm of her hand stroking my shaft and the gentle massaging of my balls. A slick finger delved lower, between my cheeks, and I moved my leg to give her better access. "Oh fuck," I murmured as Sue gently pressed against my asshole and pushed her finger slowly inside. She groaned around my cockhead and eased her finger in and out. A second eventually joined it, stretching my hole and teasing my prostate. The first time she fingered my ass, it was quite the surprise, though ultimately a pleasant one. Eventually, I was surprised (and a bit disappointed) when she didn't do it. Plenty of guys would cry foul at the idea, but if God didn't want us to enjoy a little ass play, why did he put the male G spot up there? The sensory overload was becoming too much. Sue sucked harder, her lips moving faster up and down my thick cock. She pushed deeper into my ass, pressing firmly against my prostate, massaging it with the same skill that she massaged the rest of me. With her free hand, she squeezed and tugged on my heavy balls. "Oh God," I groaned, running my fingers through her hair. "Mmhmm...," she moaned around my dick, gently grazing my shaft with her teeth before sucking hard on my head. My balls tightened, as did my hand in her hair. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!" I cried, holding her head. I didn't have to bother; Sue loved it when I came in her mouth. Sometimes she swallowed, sometimes she liked to dribble it down my cock and make a lovely mess. As my shaft pulsed and the first spurt of salty jism hit the roof of her mouth, today she wanted to drink me down. She swallowed each shot of thick spunk, squeezing it out of my dick. Her fingering slowed down until she gently removed her fingers from my ass. She licked around my dick once more, cleaning it gently as it began to deflate. She kissed her way back up my body. "Is sir relaxed now?" she asked. "God, yes," I replied, laughing. Sue smiled and kissed me; I could taste myself on her lips and something about that excited me. "I'm gonna go clean up," she said. "You get dressed." "Let me catch my breath," I said, smiling widely. She smiled in response and left me to put my clothes back on, then she locked up and we headed for home. We didn't say much; we just glanced at each other occasionally and grinned. That was because we both knew the night wasn't over yet. After all, Sue still had to enjoy a happy ending of her own. Me? I can't massage worth a damn. Fortunately, there was something else I could do quite well, and after the incredible massage I'd received, I was always ready to repay my wife. As soon as the front door was closed, Sue leaped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me deeply. I gripped her ass tightly and carried her to the bedroom, our tongues wrestling even as I laid her down on the bed. I quickly helped her out of her clothes; underneath, she was wearing her sheer white bra and thong, my favourite. I pulled down the cups of her bra and ran my tongue around her small, soft breasts, avoiding her erect nipples until she whimpered in frustration. Then I began to kiss them, gently at first, before flicking the tip of my tongue across each sensitive nub. I softly caressed her skin, running my hands across her toned stomach. My fingers played around the waistband of her panties; through the sheer fabric, I could clearly see her trimmed bush and the thick lips of her moist pussy. I stood back and eased the panties down her legs. Sue raised them into the air and I kissed my way along one calf, then further up her inner thigh as I knelt by the bed. "God, I need this," she muttered as I stroked up and down her thighs. "I've been looking forward to it all day." "So have I," I said, blowing cool air on her hot cunt. She gasped in response and moved her hands to her breasts. "He came in again today," she muttered, closing her eyes. This was another naughty little game we played; I told her about mine - the tattooed barista at Starbucks, the soccer mom down the street, the soccer mom's cheerleader daughter - and Sue told me about hers. "The football player?" I asked, licking around her clit, but never getting close. "Yeah," she whispered. "He must still be in high school." "That's so bad," I muttered. I flicked the tip of my tongue up between her outer lips and she jerked. "I know," she said, pushing her hips up to feel more of my mouth against her. I gripped them and easily pushed her back down; I was in control here. "What did you do?" I asked. I eased her outer lips open with my thumbs and inhaled the sweet, tangy scent of her juices. I slowly licked up and down and Sue arched her back. "I had to get one of the other girls to see him," she said between small moans. "Then I went to the bathroom... oh God... and I masturbated... thinking about him." I quickly rolled Sue onto her stomach and spanked her once, a good flat smack across the ass that echoed around the room. She cried out, and then moaned loudly. "Naughty girl," I said, before putting her on her back again. I gently pulled her clit hood back and licked, slow and hard. "I couldn't help it!" she exclaimed with a cry. "He's big and strong like you. Oh, yes... I know he's got a big, fat cock..." "A big, fat cock to stretch this tight, wet cunt, huh?" I asked, pushing two fingers inside. Sue screamed as I opened her up, still lashing her clit with my tongue. "Yes!" she yelled. "I want to suck his big, fat cock! I want to fuck him! I want to ride his cock and make him cum so hard!" "You sound like a little slut, baby," I said, fingering her hot pussy faster, lapping up her creamy juices. I imagined what it would be like to watch my wife fucking another man, or the two of us fucking her together, and my cock began to harden. "I am a little slut!" she screamed, her legs tight around my head. "Please don't stop! Oh God, please don't stop!" I had no intention of stopping. I sucked on her clit and finger fucked her with increasing speed, curling my fingers inside her to tease Sue's soft inner flesh. Her breathing grew rapid and she clenched her eyes shut, screaming and moaning so loudly that I was sure the neighbours could hear - and I really hoped so. Sue's body stiffened and she wailed. Her pussy clamped around my fingers and I licked her clit through her orgasm, building wave upon wave of pleasure until she had to physically push me away. She stared up at the ceiling and gasped for breath, then groaned and curled up on her side, totally spent. I undressed and climbed onto the bed, pulling the sheets over us. We lay together and gathered our strength, cuddling and kissing, until I moved between her legs and slid my cock inside her. I sighed at the velvet grip of her cunt and rotated my hips, grinding against her. It was the perfect way to end our fun and games - a slow, easy fuck, murmuring dirty talk to each other. I held myself up on my arms so as not to crush her under my weight and fucked Sue with full thrusts, grunting with each exertion. She had incredible control of her body, flexing her pelvic muscles to squeeze my shaft. I lost myself inside her, fucking my beautiful, petite Chinese wife with abandon. The bed rocked under us as she groaned into my ear, telling me to let go, and I came inside her, shooting another heavy load of hot cum. Her pussy tightened and she moaned in satisfaction, cumming with me. We were soaked with sweat and utterly satisfied. We curled up together again and enjoyed the feeling of each other's bodies against one another. This was the happiest ending of all, and our weekend was only beginning. Happy Endings As I sat in Julie's bedroom, my high school's self appointed sleazy easy slut, whom I'd so long held discreetly in my deviant mind as an idol and often dreamed of having the same reputation; she appeared dumbfounded as if her brain were stuffed with cock. Innocence was always in her mind while with me. Her thoughts of me were nothing more than a boy who likes hanging with the girls. To her, I had no cock. I was just another girlfriend. She knew little of my hidden desires and anticipations of my 18th birthday that would offer freedom from the closet that captivated my true feminine self. So close to my coming out and with her being completely oblivious to my desire to her wardrobe, I could not resist the temptation of the thievery rapidly running through my feeble sissy thoughts, as I eyed the class slut's pretty flower print mini-dress that draped her chair. The same dress she'd teased all the boys with, the very one I longed to slip into and become her. I could not help but to see myself draped in her feminine wares. As was often the case, her phone was busy with horny suitors. She'd left the room, as I hoped, for a phone call and just before she came back, I succumbed to my weakness and managed to securely hide her skimpy flowery mini-dress under my jeans and bid her farewell soon thereafter. As I made my escape, I could not help to ponder that although male and even with the desire I had for her, I did not want to feel her soft skin, her blonde hair, her vagina upon my penis. I only wanted her dress. I needed to be her. Female, seductive, wanted, desired and deep in my mind, somewhere hidden, fucked with a big long cock. All week I fondled that soft feminine dress. I could not wait until Saturday, my birthday into adulthood; my long awaited destiny to debut to the world the pretty girl I'd secretly perfected in the closeted dream world of my childhood home. I would finally be given the freedom to cruise the interstates as my alter ego Desiree, via my very own car. I had accumulated everything a girl could need. Beautiful blonde wig styled just like Farah Fawcett's, the queen of the decade. Heels, hosiery, bra, water balloons for breasts, a min-girdle from Mother's lingerie drawer and now this beautiful cute mini dress once worn by our school's known slut. It was her I secretly hoped to emulate, the easy lay, the girl who went down, the girl who effortlessly teased all the boys. I could not wait for darkness to fall upon my night of coming out. No sooner than I'd been given the keys, once darkness fell, I was bound for a predestined rest stop nestled way down a lonesome highway, known to be often absent of travelers. Slipping into the girl's room, I quickly transformed myself from slim petite boy to vivacious woman and strutted back to the car with the confidence of a young beautiful girl of the south. The anticipated click of my heels on the pavement deafened my ears to all sounds around. The feeling of it all overwhelmed me to the point I had no notice of the world around me. I was lost in femininity. I could feel the flesh of my cock between the cheeks of my bottom as I walked, as it was secured trapped by the girdle's spandex. The smoothness of my shaven legs encased in silk pantyhose, the breeze upon my bum rushing up my short mini dress, my water balloon tits bouncing with each step, all this filled my mind with nothing more than complete womanly thoughts and desires. I felt like Julie. As I made my way to my car, a man in the shadows suddenly appeared and startled me beyond belief as he came directly to me with an angry look on his face. I froze in fear, trembling as obvious as a leaf blown by the wind, understandably frightened of being discovered as a mere boy dressed as a girl. I looked at him and found his eyes transfixed upon mine and as if I were bound in leathers, seemingly unable to budge a muscle, I merely stood there in the darkness, trembling like a spanked schoolgirl. "Just what do you think you are using the Ladies room, boy." he asked forcefully. Shaking with fear, I replied. "What?" "Don't what me, you want me to snip off that prick of yours and stuff it in your mouth? You certainly don't look like you need a dick, at least not your own." he said, never cracking so much as slight grin. "Please sir, I'm just an innocent transvestite, please, please don't tell on me." I begged, with the thought he might be a security guard for the rest stop. "Tell on you? Ha, you wish I'd do just that, I bet. Then you'd go to jail and be fucked up that queer ass of yours by all those horny prisoners. I bet you'd really enjoy the big dick brothers in there. They would fuck your sissy ass but well, you fucking fag." he declared. By this time, I was almost crying. My legs felt like candle sticks melting, about to crumble. I fell to the pavement upon my knees and begged him to let me go. "Well sissy boy, long as you are down there, why don't you suck on this and I'll me show you what your life in jail will be like." he said, unzipping his trousers and flicking out his long limp hooded cock directly in my face. I froze just as any virgin girl would. Tears flowed from my eyes upon my lips. "Go ahead, faggot, use those tear drop lips to suck my cock. I know you want to, you fucking queen. If you don't do it voluntarily, then you will no doubt learn the meaning of being man-fucked, you prissy cock sucker. Might as well learn now sissy boy, because soon as the cops get here, they will be toting you to a place where you will become nothing more than a cum bucket." he threatened. Trembling, I moved my head closer, as I heard him laugh deviously and continue his verbal threats. I realized I had little choice. I tried to channel Julie. His limp cock arched directly in front of me, he shook it teasingly as he slapped it against my tear marked cheeks. Part of me wanted it badly, the other part wanted to flee as if a scared schoolgirl. I closed my eyes and opened my painted lips. I could smell the stench of his dick being tucked in his trousers without the benefit of a shower for quite some time. The fear within me was so prominent; it was as if I was without free will when my virgin lips met his flesh capped cock. Even though mindfully reluctant, my painted mouth opened easily as it glided onto his soft cock. His uncircumcised flesh moved as my pink lips kissed his head. I could taste the jism trapped between the head and the skirt of flesh. The taste I'd never imagined; salty, sticky, and slightly creamy with bits of hardness that tasted like pungent salt. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself as a seasoned slut, I begged to be Julie. I was all in now, from innocent virgin to free tranny to the magazine cock sucking sluts I'd stroked my cock to throughout my teens. There I was, a helpless girl all in a blink of an eye and the flick of an uncut nasty cock from a pair of zipped trousers. His hands grasped the back of my head and forced me further down upon his hardening manhood. Choking and tears to the eyes came as I had no other choice but to open wider and swallow, best I could. His musty cock hairs tickled my nose and he held me there. I could hardly breathe, yet I cast begging eyes to his. I desperately wanted to please him. "How do you like being a girl now, you fucking sissy cock sucking tranny? Do you like your face buried in my cock hair? Like the smell of man? Do you like the feel of cock clogging the back of your throat? I bet you do, now work it faggot, and make me cum down your throat. If you don't do a good job, I just might have to finish off in your pretty ass, your wannabe cunt." he laughing said. I succumbed to my predicament and feverishly began sucking his cock up and down its length as his hands had freed me from his grasp. My mouth began to ache, the back of my throat felt raw and I longed for this to be over. While I secretly wished another car would pull in and save me from being fucked in my virgin ass, there was a part of me that wanted to grab my ankles and let my intruder from the darkness split my virgin ass wide open with his ravaging piece of man cock. I wanted to be a woman in all aspects. Cum filled mouth and well worn "pussy" was secretly my desire. It seemed like I'd been down on him forever, constant up and down motion with my lips and mouth, increased tightness of my lips did nothing to make it end sooner. My mouth became numb from cock. Finally, I tasted sweetness with a bit of salt. I knew from tasting my own cum of what was coming next. I picked up the tempo, anxiously waiting for this act of perversion to come to a climax. My mind conflicted as to how I felt, was it a dream come true or a nightmare? I just needed his cum to fill my mouth so I knew it was over. There was no doubt as to what I was in for when I felt his hands push my blonde golden locks to the base of his swollen cock. I felt his manhood pulse rapidly and throb, as if it had its own heartbeat. Soon hot gushing fluid shot out with such force it literally shot a rapid stream of man juice down my throat with the onslaught of more man cream filling my cheeks, as my gagging stopped the flow. I could not help but to swallow my first load of cum, as he filled the air with moans of satisfaction. I felt his hands upon the back of my head loosen only after he marked my innocent face with the last remaining shots of pearly cum from his pulsating tool of humiliation. As he released his hold upon my head, I stood up, spit the remaining cum from my mouth and ran to my car as fast as I could. Running with the abandon of any teenage girl, I almost got creamed by an incoming car; my crying eyes and hurry to escape the reality that I was now nothing more than a dirty cocksucking slut had evidently left me blinded with fear. I turned back and saw the man fleeing into the woods as a very beautiful woman emerged from her car, apologizing profusely for almost hitting me. I fell into her arms crying, even though, in my mind, a part of me wanted that man back to fulfill my desire to be a real woman with my virginity being taken by a real cock. Crying uncontrollably, I became lost as to where I was and just sobbed into this woman's shoulder. My savior attempting to calm me in my hysterical state, stroked my hair profusely, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear, only to find my wig falling into her hands. Again, I was discovered to be nothing more than a sissy boy in a dress. What a coming out night this had turned out to be. I cried and begged of her to understand that I just liked dressing as a girl; that I had no desire to please that man. "Oh, honey. I can see he forced you to suck his cock. You still have cum all over your pretty face." she said gently and then caringly placed my wig back upon my head. She was very sweet and told me of herself. Her name was Judy and she co-owned a nearby massage parlor. She offered to clean me up and make me presentable again. My hair was a mess from being manhandled. My hose ripped from being on my knees. I felt like a whore and readily accepted her kind offer. It took little persuasion to convince me to follow her to her business. As we pulled behind a nearby secluded building I'd known and passed by before many times, I saw the red lights blinking, Happy Endings Massage Parlor. She was soon at my door helping me out and we walked inside. "I can see you haven't been a girl for long, have you? What is your girl name anyway?" she asked. "Desiree" I replied along with the question as to how she came to that conclusion. "Well, your walk for one thing. You walk like a boy. Let me clean you up a bit, see if I can find something in your size and I'll give you some lessons." she said with a smile. We entered a most pretty room, lavender carpet and mirrored walls; in the corner was a makeup table with all the accouterments. She asked I get out of my tattered hose and then added I might as well get naked, that she would treat me to a makeover of a lifetime. I did just that and as she removed remnants of cum from my face, she began making small talk with me and asked how I became interested in being a girl. I told her I'd always loved Mother's lingerie and often pranced around in her spiked heels as a child. I told her of the stern warnings that I must never impregnate a girl before marriage, this during my years of puberty. I confessed Mother's demands led me to the belief that if I wasn't supposed to be a man, then I just might as well be a woman and secretly dressed at home every chance I got. I told her of how I'd lusted after a well hung black boy in school, after seeing his limp cock in the boy's shower. I spoke of how I'd once slyly mentioned my jealously of his big black cock into a short conversation about girls as we walked alone one day. He realized it was nothing more than a roundabout hint that I would like to be his girlfriend and hit me in the jaw. "So, then I assume you want to be with men. Did you enjoy sucking that man's cock?" she queried. Shamefully I replied with a few tears, "Yes, in a way, I did enjoy the feel of my glossed lips caressing it and I suppose I enjoyed being on my knees in such a submissive fashion. I felt very much like a woman although I wasn't prepared to be treated like a slut. I'd envisioned my first encounter with a cock to be much more romantic." "Ah, there Desiree, not to worry, if you enjoyed it then you are well on your way to becoming a woman that most men desire the most." she cheerfully informed me. She went on to tell me of the men that frequent her business and that most in fact do tend to like the submissive types, as she began to make up my face. Others she added, like us to be the man, if you get my drift. I have an entire toy section devoted to those types. I pondered the possibilities as she continued painting my face with strokes of femininity. "There girl, you look a lot more feminine with a full blown facial makeover, wouldn't you agree?" she asked as I peered into the mirror. I could not believe the girl in the reflection. My lashes long and sultry curled and black as the ace of spades. Brow arched and darkened, eyelids highlighted in fuchsia and lavender, with eyes framed in bold black eyeliner. Cheeks painted a subtle pink with the hollows darkened giving me that high cheek bone models always sport. My lips were full and outlined with a dark fuchsia lip stick with wet pink gloss making the fullness of them shimmer in the light. My cock was rock hard and pointing skyward without so much of a touch, merely from the reflections of the girl in the mirror. "Now, now Desiree, you can't be showing off your girly clit. That will indeed spoil all my hard work." Judy said, as she slapped my dick repeatedly. With fear, it soon retreated as a turtle to his shell and she quickly produced a black silk contraption that fit around cock and balls and pulled them backwards between my fleshy buttocks. "That's better. Now turn around and let's give you some curves." as she held up the sexiest corset I'd ever seen. As she pulled the strings tighter and tighter on the gorgeous pink leather corset, my hips swelled and my waist shrunk. So much I felt faint. She giggled and said, "Not only does that give you an hour glass figure, it should make your voice a bit more feminine, huh?" I whispered with a hint of femininity, "I guess so because I can hardly breathe." Next she taped my chest and cleavage was born to my once flat chest. A pretty pink sheer bra held two very realistic D cup silicone breast forms. The hardened nipples protruded proudly beneath the sheerness of the bra. I could feel my encased male clitty hardened as I peered again into the mirrors presenting the self I'd longed for all my life. I envisioned it being my very own Kotex. As she handed me a pair of Eva Picone pantyhose, she left the room after spying my shoe size. I opened the package and slid my shaven gams into the most delightfully feeling hose I'd ever worn. Sheer to the waist, with the exception of my delicates being covered with a hint of French lace, they presented my legs and hips in such a girly sexy way. As I was twirling and admiring my gorgeous legs dropping from pronounced hips, Judy made my heart throb when she came back with a pair of 5 and half inch spiked heels. Mostly black with fuchsia trim, the toes so pointy and daggers for heels, I feel in love with them even more when I noticed the soles were in hot pink leather. I felt immediately like I should be posing for a Fredericks of Hollywood advertisement. "Those will definitely aid you in your strut Desiree and they fit like a glove, don't they?" she remarked. I was speechless and even more so when she opened a closet and pulled from it a gorgeous black silk wrap dress with hot pink piping down the edges of the diagonal wrap. Complete with padded shoulders and flowing sleeves, with the same piping in all the right places. It spoke volumes of sultriness. She opened it and I fell into luxury as once enveloped in its softness and belted in with a classy wide black belt, it left my thighs to be easily seen as I walked. My hips were now pronounced with the cinching of the leather belt. Just above the knees, I felt like a princess as I twirled to the mirror and watched it float sexily, exposing more than any nice girl would dare. My breasts jiggled and were prominently displayed with nipples pronouncing to the world I was a woman that was to be desired, the cleavage shown convincingly for effect that no man would ever guess the cheeks of my ass held my little sissy dick. Alas came the crowning glory as Judy entered the room once again with the most long luscious and flowing blonde wig I'd ever seen. Once placed on my head there was no doubt who I was meant to be, Desiree -- The Hot to Trot Transvestite. Its fullness cuddled my now painted face and its long flowing back made me feel incredibly feminine. I could not quit staring at myself, admiring the way it gently flowed upon the fullness of my breasts. "Men just love blondes with long hair and let us not forget, long nails, I must warn you." added Judy as she sat me down and began adorning my nails with falsies at least two inches long. "If only that reluctant black boy could see you now, huh Desiree?" she teased further. As she painted them a daring hot pink fuchsia color, I asked. "How can I ever repay your kindness, Judy? I'll do anything. You've made me so deliriously happy." "Oh, you will repay me, I have no doubt but first we need to give you a few lessons." and with that she led me to the hallway. "Let's see your strut and remember with each step you want to pretend that you are seducing a man. Hold your shoulders back and put those tits to work." she instructed as she let go of my hand once she'd led me to the tiled hallway. The clicks of my heels again clouded my thoughts as I walked down the corridor as if I were on a fashion runway. While I was quite adept at walking in heels from the years of walking in Mother's based upon Judy's critic, I was still walking like a boy, something was not right. "Watch me, Desiree, watch how each foot is placed in front of the other with each step. See my hips swing, my bottom bounce?" she said, as again my dick hardened at her beauty. Judy was smoking hot with a strut that was out of this world. "You should feel your hips swing, tush rise and fall with each step and your boobs bounce a bit, your hair with float and bounce off your shoulders. Walk with confidence. Walk like you are every man's dream girl." she followed up. With a few more practice trips down the now runway of my dreams, I quickly got the idea and was rewarded with a seductive kiss from Judy. "Oh girlfriend, we are going to have so much fun." she announced. Happy Endings "What's next?" I asked, like an excited schoolgirl. She seductively walked to her makeup counter and came back with a bottle of perfume and as she doused all the seductive spots on me with a musky sexy perfume, she coyly brought up the idea of me paying her back by learning the tricks of the massage parlor industry. I immediately replied that there was no way I could give a man a massage, holding up my two inch dragon lady nails. "Oh, you wouldn't be using your nails, hon." she said with a sly grin. "Ever heard of the sexual term happy endings?" she went on to ask. Innocently, I replied. "No, Judy. I truly am a virgin." "Well, sweet Desiree, your mouth certainly isn't a virgin, now is it?" she quickly quipped to my reply. My heart was beating a mile a minute thinking about what she meant. Visions returned to me of being forced to blow that man from the woods. His uncut cock sprung to my forethoughts and I realized he did indeed rob me of my virginity. Yet, I still felt like a virgin girl. I had been robbed of the beauty of seducing a man with my feminine wilds. I had been forced to suck cock. I was nothing more than a slut, a cock whore. Peering into the mirrored walls now, completely made over, I could envision blonde locks folding softly over a naked man's body as my mouth gave him much needed pleasure. A vision I'd dreamed of so many times. With this vision, I felt a wet spot develop between my cheeks that held my sissy dick. "Yes, you are right and after all, I do have a huge debt of gratitude to repay you." I told her with trembling lips. "Oh yes you do, my little tranny boy, and don't be scared sweetie. I will teach you and guide you for the first dozen or so men who ask for happy endings." she kindly said as she fluffed my hair with her dainty fingers. Midnight came soon and the doors of the parlor were now open. Judy changed and went to work with the onslaught of men passing through the once locked doors. I was green with envy as she was a vision of sexiness in her hot pink baby doll and six inch spiked hot pink heels. She had me sit up front and keep the waiting men company and greet those who arrived while she was hard at work. I felt like such a beauty on display, sitting behind the glass desk upon a tall leather stool, legs seductively encased in sheer black hosiery and so sexily crossed, dangling in an ever so tempting manner. I found myself flirting with the men, as I would coyly paint my lips with hot pink lip gloss using very slow deliberant strokes. From time to time, I would get up and pretend I was stocking the sex toy section, just so I could hear my heels click on the floor and slyly watch the men stare at my tush as it bounced so sexily with each cross of my legs. Mirrors are indeed a girl's best friend. I marveled at the realism of the dildos she had on display, paying particular attention to the likeness of John Holmes's big cock. God, it was so well defined and so long. It made my attacker's cock look so tiny. I liked the fact that it was cut. I did not particularly desire to suck another uncut cock. "Desiree, you can quit dreaming now and come back for a bit. We have a customer that would like a happy ending." Judy surprised me with the added remark, not being a bit shy about the true meaning of happy ending, saying that I should not worry. Clearly stating with emphasis the next treat in store for me wasn't nearly as big as the man-cock I was obviously drooling over. As she led me to a secluded room, I spied a well built muscular man lying on his back and Judy introduced me as her apprentice, Desiree. We exchanged looks and by the time my eyes came unglued from his stare, I saw Judy gently stroking his manhood. It rose immediately, with blue veins beginning to throb with anticipation. My lips tingled with anticipation as I saw his well defined head form with each loving stroke. With a smile, Judy stated that I have the honors of sucking such a magnificent cock and to be gentle and use my loving luscious lips to bring him to the point of no return. I wasted not a moment and engulfed his massive arched cock between my lips and slowly lowered them as far as I could; the thickness of his manhood slowing my progression with every inch. I felt Judy's hand pull my hair from my face and instruct me to look longingly at my man with eyes speaking words of gratitude for the opportunity to give him pleasure; to relax and envision his sword of love breaking the boundary of my throat, so that I envelop my gift of cock with all my being. With increased tempo as time passed, my lashes batted sexily at the stranger peering at the beautiful blonde giving him the blowjob of a lifetime. I stared deeply into his gaze and via wanton abandonment, coaxed my own mind into pleasing him ultimately without limitations. My throat relaxed and soon I found the base of his swelling cock. I could see from his expression, this was putting him near the edge. I felt pride, I felt like the sexiest woman on earth. I pursed my lips and felt his meat pulse through every inch of its length as I went from base to tip, until I reached his well defined mushroom head. There I stopped and flickered my tongue all around the edges, wetting it with my salvia then purposely leaving my mark with a pink lip-stick kiss. Increasing my speed downwards and upwards, my nose bumped against his crotch repeatedly. Smelling the fragrance of a man sent me into frenzy and I found myself completely in love with the thick piece of man flesh between my lips. It was when he released his massive load of love, which filled my awaiting mouth with my second taste of semen tonight; I realized how much I adored being a girl. Unlike the first cock of the night, this time I cherished the flavor, the silkiness of the pearl like droplets of cum on my tongue, the fullness within my mouth. I swished it over and over on my tongue and bathed his cock with what he'd spent into my mouth. Sucking, with each upward pass of his softening cock, the juices of his love to the head, which I kissed and swallowed with a loving touch. Only when his cock softened did I rise and peer at Judy with a longing for approval. I was surprised to see she held a camcorder and had recorded my first happy ending. All she said was, "Girl, you are going to go far in this business." I smiled and began dreaming of my next happy ending. Happy Endings for A.G. The principal protagonist in the tale I have to tell you is a woman by the name of Myrtle Mary Townsend. She prefers to be known as Myr, because the elegant, mysterious and slightly aromatic image that this single syllable conjures up is far more accurate than what you might imagine on hearing her given name. Her own story is long, complicated and for the most part obscene. It is enough, for now, to say that she is twenty-nine, tall, beautiful, raven-haired and pale and, thanks to an ever-waging war for affection between her wealthy father and even wealthier step-father, has ready access to an amount of money which, if written down, might easily be mistaken for a phone number. She has three degrees, speaks six languages, plays two musical instruments to a near-professional standard and a third merely excellently. I know, sickening isn't it? She's really nice too, which somehow makes it worse. Unless you get on her bad side, that is. You don't want to do that. She has been my closest friend for many years - though our backgrounds could hardly be more different - and when we first met... ah, but I digress. Let's get started, shall we? Happy Endings Myr felt Ren's wetness suddenly grow and her body shudder in sympathy as, beyond the door, Kerry shook and screamed with orgasm. Myr started to feel a warmth spread out from between her own legs, and her skin tingled beneath the many layers of the dress. Kerry's legs - which had lifted higher and higher as she came - now dropped exhaustedly. Harvey withdrew, stepped back and stood aside as Kerry got to her feet and finally discarded the shoes. She was lithe, slender, naked. Her bronzed skin was sheened with sweat, her long blonde hair stuck in damp curls against her shoulders. Her breasts were high and firm, nipples hard. Ren whimpered at the sight, and her legs started to give. Her trousers had slipped halfway down her thighs, only kept there by her wide open legs. Her knees were bending more and more, and Myr found she was effectively holding the other woman up by her pussy. She reached her other hand quickly down beneath Ren, down the back of her underwear, sliding her palm over the woman's smooth, round bottom, gripping and squeezing and taking a little more of her weight. With some concentration, she managed to support Ren's weight while also slipping the end of one circling finger into her vagina, eliciting a deep moan. Inside the room, the pair were swapping places. Harvey, now also naked, was sitting on the crates. His face was tanned and handsomely defined beneath a disarrayed tousle of thick, dark hair. His tight, hairless chest looked like it had been carved out of wood. As he lay back his cock - quiveringly hard - pointed up at the ceiling like a rising gate-pole. It wasn't overly long but it was quite thick - the proportions Myr preferred when Fucking Massive wasn't on the menu. Kerry swung one long leg up and jumped onto him, her tanned thighs surrounding his, her firm, perky arse poised over his cock. She sank herself onto him, gasping as his penis entered and filled her. Harvey grunted as she starting bouncing furiously up and down. His large hands reached around Kerry's waist and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her down onto him harder and harder with each thrust. Ren's pussy was gushing over Myr's fingers now. She had seemed on the edge of orgasm for over a minute, but now the sight of Kerry's slim bottom riding up and down on Harvey's dick tipped her over. She shuddered and shook in Myr's arms as she came, moaning so loudly that Myr was sure the couple having sex only a few metres away would hear but, locked into their own pleasure, they did not. It was then, just as Ren was cumming on her fingers, that Myr felt an arm slide around her own waist, and someone draw close behind her. She turned her head, oddly unstartled, and saw that it was Joe - the barboy she had briefly flirted with at the start of the evening, before the curvaceous Ren had caught her attention. Ren sank slowly to her knees, panting, slipping away from Myr's intimate embrace. Myr brought one finger to her lips and licked it slowly. It had been an unconscious gesture, almost instinctive, but Joe seemed spellbound by it. She laughed and put the finger to his lips. "How long have you been watching?" she asked quietly, as he licked her pussy-wet finger. "A while," he said, collecting himself and pulling her closer. She felt his erection dig into her bottom, and twisted slightly so that it nestled between her cheeks. Another fat one, but the feel of it. She smiled. "Then it was perfectly rude of you not to join in earlier," she chided softly. "Better late than never," said Joe, putting both arms around her and starting to thrust his hips so that his cock slid up and down between her slender buttocks. Ren turned to face them, still on her knees. She didn't seem surprised to see Joe standing there, and Myr wondered whether something like this had happened before. The curiosity vanished as the feel of Joe's cock, swelling and throbbing as he rubbed it against her behind, pushed her arousal to the point where thought became difficult. Ren shuffled forward on her knees, bringing her face into Myr's multiply-skirted crotch. Myr closed her eyes and moaned a little, wrapping herself up in the experience of being pressed between the two of them - Joe's cock rubbing against her arse, Ren's face between her legs. She felt overdressed for the occasion, and tried unsuccessfully to pull her dress up. Ren gently pushed her hands away, and reached down for the hem herself. She lifted the many layers of fabric upwards, ducked underneath and let them fall over her so that she was merely a large bulge in the front of Myr's dress, like some monstrous erection. Myr felt a wet mouth kiss its way gently up the inside of her thighs, and parted her legs obligingly. Joe began to thrust harder against her. The trail of kisses passed her stocking tops, now touching naked skin, and then a long tongue slipped around the edge of her underwear to delicately caress her labia. Myr moaned again, louder, and put her hands behind Ren's head to pull her closer in. Joe suddenly pulled away, and Myr sensed him drop to his knees behind her. Her dress was lifted again, and she felt more kisses move up the back of her legs and over her bottom. Ren's mouth continued to pleasure her through and around her underwear, then she too drew back a little. She felt each of them put a hand to the waist of her knickers and pull them slowly down. She brought her legs together so that they dropped to her ankles, and stepped out of them. She opened her legs again, and felt the thrill of exposing her most intimate parts to both Joe and Ren beneath the dress, as they moved in. Powerful hands gripped her buttocks and parted them. Faces pressed against her from in front and behind. Soft, hot lips closed around her clit and a tongue began to circle her anus. Myr almost screamed now, and finally Kerry heard. She turned her head to look through the crack in the door, still bouncing on Harvey's dick, and gave Myr a smile and a wink. Myr grinned back, then closed her eyes and gasped as two tongues entered her at once. "Oh fuck!" she said, her whole body tingling and quivering as Joe and Ren both fucked her with their mouths. Joe pulled away, planting one final kiss on each of her bum cheeks, and then stood up, lifting her dress again. She heard him unzip his trousers, and moments later felt his thick, hard cock slide between her buttocks and press wetly against her arsehole. Straight for the back door, she thought. Cheeky fucker. Still... Ren withdrew her tongue, then licked slowly up from Myr's dripping vagina to her clitoris. Myr turned her head round as far as she could. "Fuck me," she whispered to Joe. "Fuck me up the arse." Without a word, Joe pressed harder against her. Her anus tightened, resisting at first, but she forced herself to relax despite the frantic licking her pussy was receiving. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as he slipped into her. My he was a big boy! He pushed harder, his cock inching its way slowly up her bum. He pulled out a little, then thrust in again, slowly building up a rhythm as he fucked her, penetrating deeper with each stroke. Myr grunted and groaned as Joe's cock slid in and out of her arse and Ren's tongue flicked in a tight circle around her clit. Then a noise made her open her eyes. The sliding door was wide open, and Kerry was standing there naked. She walked up to stand right in front of Myr, leaned over Ren's hidden shape beneath the dress, and kissed her fully and passionately on the lips. Their tongues danced, eyes closed. Myr moaned into Kerry's mouth as she felt a slender finger gently enter her pussy. Joe grabbed her hips and thrust harder, deeper, into her arse. Ren put a second finger inside her and began sliding them slowly in and out, her tongue still caressing Myr's clit. Triply-penetrated and multiply pleasured, she felt an orgasm building inside her, like a warm wave building throughout her body, ready to break and crash. Kerry suddenly drew back and gasped. Myr opened her eyes and saw that Harvey had positioned himself right behind Kerry, clearly just now entering her. She wondered briefly which way he was taking her. It was easy enough to find out. She reached her left hand down between Kerry's naked legs, feeling the woman buck and jerk as Harvey fucked her. Her questing fingers found a smoothly-shaven and entirely unobstructed pussy. She was dripping wet, and Myr slid two fingers easily into her. Harvey's large balls slapped against the back of her hand as he relentlessly sodomised Kerry. Myr brought her mouth to Kerry's again. Their tongues touched and danced once more. Five people, thought Myr dizzily. Only two fewer than the most people she'd had sex with at one time. Practically an orgy. She hoped Ren, still kneeling beneath her dress licking her and fingering her, was playing with herself as well. It would be a shame for her to be the only one not being pleasured. How amazing it would be if they all came at once... Myr's orgasm took her by surprise - creeping up on her all of a sudden and banishing all these thoughts. Her whole body shook, she jerked away from Kerry as a strangled cry came from her lips. The intensity of it overwhelmed her. For a few moments she was barely aware of anything except a blissful, electric warmth shooting through every part of her. Then, slowly, reality came back. Her convulsions and contractions had clearly tipped Joe over the edge. She heard him cry out, and felt his cock pulse and spasm in her rear as he came inside her. Well, that's two, she thought, standing there panting, dizzy and unsteady on her feet. She winced as Joe slipped out of her and fell heavily against the wall behind. Down beneath the dress, judging by the sounds, Ren was just reaching orgasm herself. She had stopped licking, her fingers still deep inside, barely moving, but Myr could feel the woman's hot breath on her pussy as she panted and moaned. It was an interesting feeling, standing over someone while they knelt masturbating. Three, she thought dreamily, and then shivered all over, sweat turning cold on her skin. It had been simply weeks since she'd had an orgasm that good. Kerry and Harvey were still at it, but she looked in some pain and soon pulled away from him. "My bum's sore," said Kerry with a little laugh. "You're dick's too big." Myr took a deep breath and shook herself. Now she had cum - and very hard, too - she needed what she always needed after an orgasm: she needed someone's pussy in her face. She gently gripped Kerry's chin with one hand, kissed her slowly and tenderly on the lips, then withdrew and stared deep into her eyes. "Go in there and wait for me," she said, softly. "Okay," Kerry whispered. She turned and walked through the sliding door. Myr gave her a playful slap across her bottom as she went, the tight buttocks barely rippling. Ren extracted herself from beneath the dress, got to her feet and smiled breathlessly. Myr held her face and kissed her as she had Kerry, tasting her own pussy in the woman's mouth. She pulled back and held Ren's gaze with her wide, endlessly-blue eyes. "You too," she said. Ren smiled wider, and followed Kerry. Myr turned. Harvey and Joe were standing in the corridor looking awkward. Joe was just zipping his trousers closed. Harvey was naked, still rock-hard. "Well boys," she said, with an almost professional air. "Thank you both for your respective contributions. Enjoy the show." She winked, turned, and walked into the room with a deliberate swing to her hips. Ren was naked, just removing a white bra and letting it drop to the floor. Her huge breasts swung free of restraint, pendulous and hypnotic, nipples erect. She hopped up onto the stack of crates - which was covered with a thick blanket, Myr now noticed - and sat next to the equally nude Kerry. Both women stared at her expectantly. She stopped right in front of them and smiled lasciviously, one eyebrow raised. She reached behind her back and quickly unlaced the corset. It loosened easily and fell away. She felt her chest expand and her breath come more deeply. The staggering cleavage the corset had given her dropped and widened like an invitation. The dress - while being a many-layered, almost baroque extravagance - was easy to get out of. She pulled the zip open, sliding her hand down her spine to just that point where the graceful swell of her buttocks flowed into the gentle curves of her back, where a final buckle released her from the dress. It fell to the floor like a wave, gathering in a shadowy pool around her feet. She stepped out of her shoes and stood before the two women wearing only her stockings - black fishnets supported by a lacy suspender belt. Myr's body curved with an elegant balance of the femininely voluptuous and the athletically slender. She watched as the two women swept their eyes down her body, electric with an exhibitionist thrill as they took in her large, firm breasts - nipples stiffly pink against the pale swell - her toned stomach, slender hips and long smooth legs, slightly apart. Her pussy was waxed smooth except for a tiny dark tuft just above her clitoris - a marker, she sometimes joked, so that boys could find it. She could feel, too, the gazes of the two men behind her, probably taking in little more than the divine, rounded peach of her bottom. She felt a warm trickle of semen slip out of her, between her cheeks and then down one thigh. Well that certainly wasn't elegant, but you couldn't have everything, she supposed. Ren and Kerry sat on the crates watching her, both naked with their legs wide apart. She let her gaze sweep slowly over these two very different bodies: Ren's curvaceous hips and huge, heavy breasts contrasting perfectly with Kerry's toned, slim frame. She wondered which of them to taste first. Suddenly a hand touched her hip. She turned sharply. Joe was standing there, naked now. His body was nearly as toned as Harvey's - both gym-addicts, she suspected, as she eyed him appreciatively. He slowly stroked his thick, hard dick with one hand as he ran the other up Myr's body. She placed her hand on one impressively firm pec and pushed him away, shaking her head. "No," she said with a sly smile. "You two are just spectators for this bit." Her gaze shifted to the doorway, and the corridor beyond. She spotted something on the floor. She walked over and bent from the waist to retrieve it, keeping her legs straight and treating everyone to a view of the glistening pink lips beneath her parted cheeks. She might have wiggled a little. She straightened, turned and walked up to Joe. "Here," she said, handing him her damp black knickers, saturated with the scent of her most intimate parts. He took them wordlessly. She glanced at Harvey, who was slowly stroking his dick and staring at her tits. "I hope you'll be good boys, and share." She turned back to Kerry and Ren, eager to get on with things, and found that they'd started without her. Their lips were locked together, mouths open, and each had a hand between the other's thighs, circling. Well that just wasn't fair. She sighed and went over to them. She knelt between Ren's legs, gently pulled Kerry's hand away, and moved her face closer. She pushed Ren's legs up and apart, tipping her onto her back. Ren's vagina opened to her like a pink flower, glistening wetly in the dim light. Myr swept her hands along the inside of Ren's thighs, gently teased her thumbs up her labia - feeling a thrill as the woman gave a long, deep moan - and then ran her fingers through the small patch of brown hair above. She moved her face down, closer, until she could feel the heat of Ren's pussy against her face and breathe in the musky, feminine scent of her arousal. Myr extended her tongue and flicked it teasingly across Ren's tiny pink bud. The woman gasped and her body shook. Myr looked up and saw Kerry caressing one large breast while licking and sucking the nipple of the other. Myr smiled, and took Ren's clitoris into her mouth. The taste was beautiful, exhilarating. Myr's hand dropped quickly between her own legs. She slipped two fingers inside her dripping pussy and began to finger-fuck herself, as she moaned with the thrill of licking up the delicious juices of Ren's hot, wet cunt. "Oh fuck!" Ren exclaimed, shuddering all over. "Oh fuck... yes! Oh Myr! Lick me!" Myr sucked and licked at the woman's pussy, feeling the overflowing wetness dribble down her chin. She brought her free hand up and slid two fingers into Ren's vagina, circling a thumb around her anus. Ren pushed against her, bucking and moaning as the thumb slipped inside. She felt movement above, and drew her head back to see. Kerry was straddling Ren's face, facing away, just lowering her shaven pussy to meet Ren's probing tongue. Ren's hands came up and slid over the woman's buttocks, gripping them and pulling them apart. Myr stared up as Kerry's pussy and arse were exposed, open and inviting, and found herself wishing she had a third hand. She looked down again, watching her fingers slide quickly in and out of Ren's slick opening with a wet sound, then brought her mouth down once more. "Oh god!" Ren all but screamed. "Oh fuck yes... I'm going... to cum! Ahhh!" Myr got there first, feeling her cunt throb and pulse around her own fingers as she came, trying not to break the rhythm of pleasure she was giving Ren. It wasn't as intense as before - when it had been Ren's fingers inside her, Joe's cock filling her arse and Kerry's hot tongue in her mouth - but it went on for longer. Ren started to cum, almost gushing into her mouth, before her own orgasm was over. Ren lay still, panting, and Myr gently withdrew her fingers and thumb. Now her attention turned to Kerry. Myr reached up to the slim hips now hovering motionless over Ren's face, and pulled Kerry firmly down towards her. Kerry shuffled backwards, dropped her long legs down to the floor and lay on her front, upper body pressing down on Ren's, bent over with her legs parted. Myr leaned forwards and began licking Kerry from behind, pressing her face between the woman's buttocks and sliding her tongue in and out of her pussy. Myr had never found the right words to describe how a woman's pussy smelled or tasted. Certainly she could not have described the difference between Kerry's pussy and Ren's. It was a pheromone-soaked sweetness that electrified her senses, in Kerry's case mixed with just a hint of Harvey's spunk. Myr hadn't even noticed the man cum. She relished the taste, lapped it up and swallowed great mouthfuls of the heavenly liquid as Kerry grew wetter and wetter. She reached her hands up, sliding them between the women's sweat-slicked bodies as they writhed against one another. One of Kerry's firm breasts neatly filled one hand, nipple hard against her palm, while the fingers of her other hand explored the voluptuous expanse of Ren's soft and pliant bust. She felt Ren's hand move downward, her fingers finding Kerry's clit and circling quickly around it. Kerry came almost immediately, her moans muffled as she kissed Ren full on the mouth. Myr found it difficult to keep her tongue in place as Kerry bucked and thrashed in front of her, and once or twice her frantic licks slipped up to the woman's arse, flicking teasingly around her tight rear entrance, extending and enhancing her orgasm. Finally spent, Kerry rolled off Ren and lay next to her, moaning softly, eyes closed. Myr got to her feet and wiped her glistening mouth and cheeks with the back of one hand. She turned to see both Joe and Harvey masturbating slowly - almost solemnly - breathless, wide-eyed and flushed. Joe was using her knickers, sliding the dark, wet fabric over his thick penis. You're supposed to sniff them, you idiot, she thought. Happy Endings "Perhaps you boys deserve a little treat," she said aloud. "Come here." Myr knelt down again, facing them, beckoning. Both men walked eagerly up to her, their quivering erections about level with her shoulders, shiny with pre-cum. Joe brought his cock to her mouth, but she slapped it away irritably. "No," she said wearily, as though addressing a slow child. "That's been up my arse, hasn't it?" "But..." he began, looking disappointed, pleading. "Nothing that's been up anyone's bottom is going in my mouth," she said firmly. "Just be grateful for what you get." Before either man could reply she quickly reached up and took one stiff penis in each hand. They gasped as she began to stroke her nimble fingers gently, languorously along their cocks and circle a thumb beneath each swollen purple glans. She grinned wickedly, revelling in the sense of power, and tightened her grip. In many ways this was the part she enjoyed most about these occasions, Myr thought as she expertly wanked off the two men. She could sense the pleasure growing in each of them - watching their facial expressions and body language, feeling the pulse and throb of blood through their cocks as she slid her hands skillfully up and down their full lengths. Joe's was the longer, by almost an inch. In girth there was little difference. Each cock was a satisfying weight in one hand, throbbing as she stroked on and on, faster and faster, watching the skin slide wetly back and forth. She brought them both to the same point - just one tiny, teasing stimulation short of orgasm - then slowed, holding them there with the most minute strokes and squeezes. She stared closely at the glistening ends of the two penises, each poised over one of her large, pale breasts. Such a stereotypically male fantasy, she thought - a busty woman on her knees, virtually naked, giving selfless pleasure to two men at once, only a few strokes away from having her face and tits coated in their combined jism. Myr found no particular pleasure in being ejaculated on, and found the male obsession with the practice genuinely baffling. Misogynistic pornography was most likely to blame, she suspected, though deep down it was probably a possessiveness thing (conscious or not) like cats spraying to mark their territory. That said, having cum on her skin was not something she found entirely disagreeable, and she was happy enough to indulge a man if she liked him enough. She always insisted that he lick his own semen off her body afterwards, of course. In this case she felt nothing but lust for either of these men - physically impressive though they might be - and so neither one would have the honour of covering her with his territorial love-pissings that evening. She thought she had probably teased them enough now. Time for the happy endings. She began stroking harder, faster, and felt each of them tip over the edge. Just as Harvey and Joe closed their eyes and drew breath for an orgasmic exhalation, Myr pushed gently on each penis, swivelling the two unresisting bodies around to face one another, still stroking furiously. They came simultaneously - she was quite proud of that - each man spurting a long, thick jet of white onto the other's stomach, cock, thighs and balls. The spurting went on for a while, and there was quite a mess by the end of it. With the last few post-orgasmic strokes concluded, the two men opened their eyes and looked at one another's spunk-coated genitalia with a bizarre and, to Myr, utterly hilarious cocktail of expressions. There was horror, embarrassment, curiosity, anger, shock and, in Harvey's case at least, some hint of desire. Neither man could meet the other's gaze. Both men glared down at her. Harvey looked confused and embarrassed; Joe looked hurt, even angry. Both of their expressions melted quickly into submissive humility when Myr returned the stares. She had her best don't-fuck-with-me face on and, more to the point, was still tightly gripping their dicks. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, glancing at each of them with an expression that said: "And?" They both tried to relax, and smiled awkwardly. Joe even gave a little laugh. With a curt nod, Myr let them go and stood up. After that it was just a matter of cleaning up and getting dressed. Between them they used an entire catering-sized roll of paper towels. The three women giggled at one another; the two men went and had a quiet talk in a corner. Myr noticed them swapping phone numbers. Awww.... Myr was the last to be fully dressed, obviously, and she needed Ren's help to get back into the corset. She didn't put her knickers back on, but told the men they could argue between themselves over who got to keep them. She went round the group, giving them each a quick kiss on the cheek before all but skipping out of the room. She made her way back along the dim corridor to the elegant interior of the hotel's conference-cum-party suite. The small room was empty, but by the sound of it the party in the main room was now in full swing. There was loud pop music and loud voices, the sound of a hundred single men and women partying, having fun and getting to know each other. She shuddered, and made for the cloakroom. She waited patiently at the gleaming mahogany counter, humming to herself, watching the clearly-quite-stoned young man on duty as he tried to find her long, bright red coat among the hundred or so black, brown or grey ones hanging from several long rows of hangers. He had just passed by it for the second time, but she was in no hurry and didn't feel like spoiling his fun. She turned and took an aimless little wander around the small reception area. She had left the party suite by a side door, and behind the main, grand double-door she could hear the party in its full, hateful swing. The doors opened suddenly with a roar of sound. Two white-coated waiters held them open while a third wheeled out a trolley laden with dirty plates. Behind them, a way inside the large space beyond, Myr suddenly spotted Sir Chester the Chinless. Thankfully he didn't see her. In fact, he looked quite preoccupied. Two tall, handsome and clearly - Myr had an uncanny sense for such things - gay men stood on either side of him. All three were smiling, though in Chester's case a little nervously. The doors swung closed over the scene, the noise dimmed and the waiters disappeared. Myr tittered to herself and returned to the desk, where the young man was standing looking confused. "Sorry, what did you want again?" he asked, blinking. Myr sighed, vaulted over the counter, retrieved her coat and vaulted back again before the man had even moved. She gave him a wink, turned smartly and walked down the short corridor leading to the outside world. A doorman opened the door for her with a respectful half-bow. She treated him to the cheekiest smile she could muster, and walked out into the cold, sharp London night. It was a short walk from here to her step-father's club, where she had a modest suite of rooms, but a quick look at her phone confirmed her suspicions - it was barely ten, appallingly early. It was Valentine's day, and the night was young. She hailed a cab.