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Persuasion

By: sexcream



This time he was in no state to check his own desires, his hands had been busy too, quietly manipulating until his penis was close to bursting. His heart thumping, he waited until she began to abandon herself, her hips moving, her breath coming in quick gasps, and slipped his hand upon hers, his finger quickly finding hers in that succulent slit, yet she was so far gone, that her only response was a gasp.

“Jack No!” 

Not thrusting him away, for his finger provided such an exquisite sensation moving next to her own, not leaping up in dismay, for she was so far along the path of pleasure, her hips humping up, forcing his fingers deeper... 

“Ohh Ohh Jack...” 

She gave out a great sigh as the moment came, dousing him in her juices, and a moment later she felt a splash up on her cheek as a prodigious volume of sperm sprayed her nighty... 

No words were necessary, both felt they had overstepped the mark, and he turned from her... she cuddled in to him and they dozed, neither though could sleep, their minds in a whirl of excitement, guilt, lust... it was perhaps only an hour later when those feelings of lust got the better of her again, the idle movement of her hand along his thigh and finding him ravenously erect, and making him squirm instinctively against her hand.

“Oh Jack!” she sighed, holding the huge balls which dangled along his thigh. He turned to her, and both her hands came to him 

“Darling Jack.” she sighed as he began to kiss her. 

“Oh mama...” 

“How naughty of you” she smiled idly as he unbuttoned her nighty, still sticky with his come... she helped him remove it and then she was in his strong arms.

“Oh mama... how I love you” he sighed, her  breasts squashed gloriously to his chest, her loins grinding tight against his penis ...her tongue lolled against his 

“Oh Jack...darling...you mustn’t put it in me.” 

“Oh but mama... what harm could there be.“ 

“Oh Jack you are too wicked.” she sighed, 

“You know it would be incest my love...if you were to put your penis into me...how could we even think of such a thing” 

“I know mama...you want it as much as I...” 

“Oh yes my love...but we mustn’t...you know we mustn’t.” 

Her words discouraged, yet her actions did everything to encourage him as she continued to toy with his great swollen testicles... 

“Oh no mama...I know that we mustn’t” he sighed, beginning to suckle at the starkly outstretched teats of her breasts. It made her swoon with delight, setting copious juices bubbling between her thighs...knowing that for all her words she would not rest until it mingled with his semen. 

“Yet what am I to do mama when I can think of nothing else...” 

“Oh my dear love...I know...I know....” and after a long pause 

“Perhaps if we were very discreet mama...noone need know” she pretended to need convincing. 

“Jack my sweet...but how could we keep such a thing from your father?” 

“He is seldom here...” 

“Oh but Jack...how could I look at him again knowing that we were deceiving him so”.

“Have we not already deceived him mama...” he smiled slyly, his fingers running up her thigh.

“Yes my love...but incest is more than a little deceit...” she let out a gasp as his fingers found her vulva...it's hot entrance already pouting...the delicate surrounding curls soaking with her musky juices. 

“Oh Jack...perhaps we could be discreet...” she was almost coming with the merest teasing of his fingers there...his smile was one of triumph. 

“Oh god Jack...” she gasped as his knuckle rubbed so insistently against her pleasure bud, her hips rising involuntarily...he knew she couldn’t help herself...he knew he would have his penis within her vagina very soon... 

“Oh my love...I want it so...” she sighed as the waves of pleasure subsided a little, her hand upon his as he continued to tease her... 

“Oh mama...he shall never know” he growled, guiding her hand to him...his immensely throbbing penis as hot as fire, and as rigid as an iron bar She knew he was not to be put off in such a state...his eyes as wild as her own. 

“Oh Jack...do it then.... put your penis in me!” she gasped as they kissed again sealing their deception...their tongues entwining, their bodies pressed together so tightly. The decision was made ... and although the consequences were unknown, a weight of concern now lifted from them both...he saw a sultry smile playing on her lips as she looked down at him...this pulsing monster was to be her own plaything...hers to command, to awaken time and time again. And he too savoured the moment...wondering how many times she would allow him to mount her...to inject his sperm into her...picturing in his mind their conjunctions, all over the house. And for both of them came a realisation that the idea of deceiving his father fuelled their excitement. She knew she would encourage him when there was a risk of him finding them, the discretion, which she had pleaded him to maintain, would be pushed to its very limit. 

She could wait no longer, and began to raise her knees about his waist, drawing her body upwards so that the great column, which had been pressing her belly, now pushed against the slippery folds of her vulva. He smiled as she raised them further, until they were almost level with his chest, and the nozzle of his great hosepipe slipped between the petals of her soaking channel. 

“Ahh mama...” he gasped pressing forward to sheath a good half of his penis. Their eyes locked together, he rasped his chest against her sensitive nipples, the moment was exquisite, the pleasure they shared was almost complete as he began to work his great tool back and forth. 

“Oooh Jack...” she gasped repeatedly, overwhelmed with desire and lust, her hips jerking feverishly to meet his powerful thrusts. Once again their lips glued together, her hands driving him closer to bursting as she clasped the stiff root of his penis as he drove it deeply and slowly into her.

“Mmmm Jack... so full of sperm for me” she sighed cupping the great appendages which swung like a bullocks' beneath his huge pestle. 

“I need it Jack...I need it all!” 

“Oh yes mama...I'm going to fill you with it...I'm going to do it in you” he drew back and sluiced her slowly and deeply again. 

“Mmmm yes darling... you're going to fill mama's vagina with your lovely sperm” Her words were driving him ever closer to the brink, his thrusting becoming more insistent, his moans of pure pleasure more urgent, as the thought of pumping his seed into her made it boil up within him. 

“Ahh mama...Yes...I'm going to do it...” She was losing control, the words bursting from her as she began to douse him, waves of pleasure crashing over her...

”Do it Jack!” she gasped, holding the immense root of his column as it began to expand in readiness to discharge... 

“Mmmmm...Wicked boy...your sperm is coming...it's going to shoot out of your penis” she felt his great engine begin to jerk wildly, each pulsing spasm sending a prodigious jet of semen flooding into her vagina, filling her womb.

“Mama...mama” he grunted as each spurt rushed out of him. 

“Oh Jack...my wicked darling...” she cooed as his breathing started to return to some kind of normality. 

They remained entwined for what seemed like hours before she spoke. He lay back, quietly wondering if her conscience had returned to put an end to their paradise... She could guess what he was thinking, and wondered at her own mind, her own conscience. She was surprised how clear it was...how little guilt she felt for Richard, how much love she felt for her son, how much her thoughts of the future began to involve their physical union, their deception.... 

“Jack my love...I love you so much my darling” she cooed, kissing him deeply, passionately, so much so that she stirred his thoughts away from his conscience 

“Oh mama...” he was so overcome with happiness that she had not changed her mind about their deception, not decided in the aftermath that the whole thing must stop. They smiled together... 

“Of course we must be discreet...”

They slept fitfully, dreaming such dreams...until the morning sun streamed through the curtains, she felt wonderful, like a new woman as she slipped out of bed and peeped through the curtain, and was it not on purpose that she wriggled her bottom tantalisingly in front of him, whether or not, he was behind her in a moment, his head on her shoulder waiting for her signal, she turned and smiled and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth so forcefully, and her hand felt behind, making sure. She needn’t have, for he was extremely erect again, his hands sweeping up her nighty to cup her pendant gourds, pushing it off as she lifted her arms above her head.

“It is incest darling... It is too wicked” she sighed as the mighty head of his lance was presented to her pouting slit 

“I want to be wicked” he sighed as she pressed back, slotting her vulva over him.

“Ohhh Jack...do your incest!” she turned to kiss him again as he pressed fully into her, watching as his penis disappeared inside her, until his balls rested against the backs of her thighs. He remained there a moment, savouring the gripping of her vagina, the springy weight of her breasts on his palms, the silky smoothness of her bottom against his loins she savouring the throbbing of his huge affair inside her, the muscular arms about her waist, the tingling of her nipples as he kneaded her breasts 

“Oh mama!” he sighed as she began to work her bottom, the maddening desire too much for her to still herself, parting her legs wider, she allowed him further up her, she put her hand there to hold him as he filled and refilled her slit, her eyes staring wildly into his as she turned....

”Oh god Jack....do it!” she spilled her pleasure juices twice as he continued to ram up her, holding onto her wide hips to force himself deep inside, she was almost fainting, overwhelmed by the excitement, the feelings, 

“Jack...please!” she sighed as his urgency increased, reaching further back she held his great balls. 

“Do it in me!” as the words came, she felt his monstrous tool twitching violently, and felt the massive rush of sperm inside her as it leapt from him again and again.

That she could have done such a thing seemed impossible to believe, that she felt so good about it even more so, yet she felt like a young girl again, wanting her lover so much, and this side of her so long neglected had bred in her a lust so strong, a craving for such wickedness as she would never have dreamed, The same was true of Jack, it was as if a door had been opened into a new world... where his most obscene whim was possible, he had committed incest, mated with his own mother, and now what barriers were left to their sinfulness... 

Persuasion



They call me Big Ray. I run the Aardvark Gym downtown.

The Aardvark Gym is an upscale place with lots of fancy chrome equipment, lots of classes and lots of service. If you have a problem with your weight, we can get you slimmer or bulk you up, your choice. If you need a specialized exercise program for tennis, swimming, or whatever, we can set you up with a custom program that will show you results.

A very well to do man named Carleton comes to talk to me one day. His wife Caelyn is a dud in bed. Carleton wants a hot, active fuck, not dead meat. He wants to know if there is some sort of exercise that will improve Caelyn's performance.

I tell Carleton, "Performance in bed is not just about physical, it is also about mental, health and desire. We will need to have a doctor check Caelyn out and prescribe some medication. Assuming that Caelyn is in good health, we can then set up a program for Caelyn that will tone her physically. The medication will increase her desire to some extent. However, the real mental part will require some persuasion, probably physical persuasion."

Carleton tells me, "I really don't give a damn what it takes, I am gonna divorce the bitch if she don't improve a whole bunch in a hurry."

I tell Carleton, "Divorce is not necessary, but a first step will have to be the amputation of Caelyn's credit cards."

Carleton gapes at me a bit, then chuckles. He says, "I not only can go along with 'plastic amputation,' but it is one of the best ideas I have heard in a long time." He then keeps grinning and nodding to himself, muttering something about, ". . . solving a problem and saving money while doing it."

A few days later, a very angry Caelyn sits across my desk. She has gone to the doctor. She has been given a prescription. She tells me, "I don't need any of that medical stuff. What I need is my credit cards back." She then glares at me with the female fury that only plastic amputation can bring.

I walk around the desk and have Caelyn place both of her hands on my one, big right hand. I then lift my right hand up, carrying Caelyn along with it. I then lower my hand and point out to Caelyn, "I am in charge here. If you want your plastic back, you will remember that. You might also remember that Carleton has demanded results and I am damn well going to deliver those results. If you don't do what you are told, a rather painful spanking will follow, a bare bottom spanking."

Caelyn gapes at me with her mouth dropped open. She is a child of privilege and she is not used to being talked to in the manner I am talking to her.

I once again hold my hand out, palm up and raise it in front of Caelyn.

Then the memory of her little 'elevator ride' come backs. Caelyn straightens up, closes her mouth and tries to turn on the charm. She says, "I will very work hard and the whole problem will be settled 'in just a few days,' count on it."

I turn Caelyn over to Regina. Regina is a lady bodybuilder. Regina is not as strong as I am, but she is much stronger than the average woman. When Regina tells a girl to do something, the girl does it; maybe not the first time, but every time after that.

Regina delivers Caelyn to me in a private workout room I use for personal training sessions. Caelyn has had her 'bikini area' depilated and a damn good thing. Caelyn's workout outfit consists of a workout bra, the tiniest panty imaginable and a good pair of training shoes.

Caelyn is still defiant. She wants to know, "What are you going to do when Carleton finds out how I have been dressed?"

I tell her, "The first thing I am going to each week do is to take pictures of you, so that I can furnish Carleton with a weekly progress report."

Caelyn's mouth opens and closes, like a fish breathing. No sound comes out, which is probably just as well.

We start her workout. I have Caelyn do an exercise while I watch. I make sure she is doing the exercise properly and I correct her as necessary. I then have Caelyn take a swig of an 'energy drink.' The energy drink does contain the typical stuff, but also contains enough hashish extract that Caelyn will shortly be stoned.

After a few exercises, I give Caelyn a brief massage. I actually know how to do massage Chinese style and I want to check the condition of her skeletal muscles. I also want to check Caelyn's response to my hands on her.

As with most women, Caelyn has some fat around the top of her legs. I work on the fat deposits, getting quite near Caelyn's pussy in the process. What with the massage and the hashish, Caelyn is getting quite worked up.

Toward the end of the workout, I tell Caelyn, "OK, now take off your workout bra, I need to check the condition of your breasts."

A very tired Caelyn tries to protest that, "Now you are going too far!" I tell her very firmly, "You will take off your workout bra, or I will take it off for you."

Once Caelyn has removed her workout bra, I lay her on a table and begin to gently work on her breasts and her pectoral muscles. Caelyn begins to plead with, "Oh, stop that, I am getting all . . ."

I not only don't stop, I also begin to feel the dampness around her panty.

Caelyn again begins to plead with me, "Oh, don't do that, stop!"

Of course, I don't stop. I strip off Caelyn's little panty and my own shorts. I continue to work on Caelyn until she is, despite her pleas for me to stop, ready for sex.

I mount a defenseless Caelyn and put her legs over my shoulders. I enter Caelyn's pussy slowly, taking the time we will need for a first time fuck with me.

Caelyn pleads with me to stop. Not only do I not stop, I tell Caelyn, "You can either move your ass a bit, or I will have to bring Regina in to videotape the action so we can show you what is needed. Your choice."

A desperate Caelyn responds a little. It is not much, but maybe all she can do at the present time.

I don't attempt to get rough with her, but accepted the rather meager efforts and concentrate on working my cock, gently but firmly, deeper into Caelyn. The efforts begin to pay off as Caelyn slowly begins to get the message.

I can feel Caelyn begin to respond to me.

She is aroused from the breast massage and the effects of the hashish. Her rather flabby internal muscles are actually trying to grip my cock a bit.

By now, I am getting in pretty deep, but not forcing thing.

Caelyn continues to respond. We work together for a while, until an exhausted Caelyn is simply unable to respond and I increase my stroke until I shoot cum inside Caelyn's pussy.

I dismount from Caelyn and tell her, "You are an exciting lady and you didn't do too badly for a first time. We will have a 'session' during each workout. You will continue to improve, session by session, or I will have some of my male instructors come in and help out."

Caelyn pleads to me, "Don't force me, it is not right."

I tell Caelyn, "You will damn well either fuck me or suck me at each session. If you give me any trouble, it will be more than one man that you fuck or suck." I also tell her, "By the way, don't try complaining to Carleton, as he is fed up with your lack of response and he has OKed my plan."

Caelyn tells me, "I guess that I have no choice, but it is no more than rape."

I tell Caelyn, "You had damn well better get used to the rape." I also give her a set of 'homework' exercises to develop her vaginal muscles so that she will be a better fuck.

The second session is much the same as the first, except that Caelyn is sore from the first workout. I do more massage work through the workout.

Caelyn tries to plead with me, "Look, I am doing what you want with the exercises. Please don't make me fuck."

At the end of the workout, I ignore her pleas and force Caelyn to strip to nude and also to lie on the same padded table that we used last time. This time I get a little better response from Caelyn as she realizes that there is no defense for her and she lets me work on her labia until she actually begins to moan.

Once again, I use legs over shoulders and take it slow. I not only fuck Caelyn deep, I make her work on the top area of her pussy with her own fingers and Caelyn actually begins to get a bit worked up.

After an initial, "Please don't make me do this," Caelyn accepts the 'rape' and actually begins to respond a little.

I work slowly but deeply into Caelyn with about the same results as the first time. Caelyn is a little more active and it is a little better, however, I work her to exhaustion again.

We continue with the 'training session' for a while.

She tells me afterward that, "I was trying to get you to climax, so that I would not have to bear the rape for so long."

Each fuck shows a bit of improvement. Caelyn never loses her resentment, but realizes that there is no way out of her 'rape' experience except to fuck her way out. She doesn't have to come in and submit to me, but that means divorce and the loss of her beloved plastic.

After a time, Caelyn's daily fucks begin to improve noticeably. She has strengthened her vaginal muscles to the point where she is nice and tight again. She is active during fucking, at least partially because her lower body muscles are now up to the task of a good, hot fuck. She claims that she doesn't want to fuck me and that what I am doing is rape. I tell Caelyn, "If you don't like what is happening, just improve to the point where I can turn you back over to Carleton."

One day Caelyn and I have a really hot fuck session in which she not only is active and I mean hip bucking active, but she also climaxes! She has no idea what has happened and we gradually work out that it has been her first ever climax. She had apparently been really raped by some guy shortly after she graduated from high school and it had been nasty and painful. Apparently she then associated fucking with pain.

I point out that she is not feeling pain now and that she should let herself go during fucking.

Caelyn tells me, "What you are forcing me to do is still rape and the fact that I climaxed doesn't excuse your behavior."

The next day I make Caelyn strip for me before her workout to show off her toned body.

She does the workout and we end with the usual massage and fuck. Well, more than the usual fuck.

By now, I could have entered Caelyn deep on the very first stroke. However, I still take it slow at the start. I want to work Caelyn up gradually so that she will have time to get fully involved with the fuck on all levels. As I work deep in Caelyn, I can feel her internal muscles gripping my cock and her hips bucking in passion.

Caelyn is no longer able to suppress the sounds of love and her moaning and sighing are good signs that we have almost solved the problem.

We continue a little bit more with the 'therapy.'

I am deep inside Caelyn at the end of a workout, when I feel her vaginal muscles spasm and she screams a little scream of satisfaction before I am ready to cum. I continue to stroke and work Caelyn back up again until I finish her off with a half dozen hard strokes right into the center of her and she joins me for her second and my first climax.

The basic problem is now solved and I have Caelyn do a little postgraduate work.

I make Caelyn wear a little nightie she has selected. It is sexy as hell and she strips for me slowly and confidently. We have a final sex session in which Caelyn tells me to fuck her harder and deeper and then lets me know I am doing exactly that with some moaning and sighing that I can hardly believe has come from a woman who had the kind of problem Caelyn had when she first came to me.

We then have a fairly long conversation during which Caelyn tells me what I have already learned from Carleton.

Caelyn says, "The problem Carleton and I were having is solved. Carleton is once again a happy man. And, I have my charge cards back again."

Caelyn ends by sneering in my face. "You will no longer be able to rape me, Ray. I am now back in control with Carleton and it will remain that way. You will never see me in this place again."

Before Caelyn can flounce out, I remind her, "You had damn well better stay in control with Carleton or you will be back for a 'booster shot.' I don't think you want to get a booster shot."

Caelyn's face goes through a sequence of twitches. She finally says, "I am not going to let down. In any case, Carleton and I have agreed that your sort of nastiness will never again be inflicted on me."

I say, "Just remember, I do have assistant instructors. If I am busy, I can still see that you are taken care of. Have a nice day."

It is a damn good thing that eyes can't kill or I would have been a dead man right there.

I review the notes I have made earlier in the day. There is a man named David who has a wife with the same type of problems Caelyn had. I can expect my next victim to be in Monday." 



Persuasion



The double doors sprung open and I stepped out of the cold and into the bleak fluorescent wasteland of my local supermarket. Selecting a basket from the towers by the door, I walked through the checkouts, pausing to survey Abigail - the glowing radiant centre of the store. At 20, she was two years younger than I was and had a body that looked too good to be caressed by her drab uniform. She had full, ripe breasts and a slender waist. Her lips were a pale olive, matching her complexion. She had long, obsidian hair. Perfect black eyebrows surrounded her mischievous, dark eyes. Those eyes caught mine now and her full lips broke into a pleased smile.

We had been playfully flirting for the last few weeks, ever since we met in the store. Like me, she was a student so she worked the late shift from five until midnight. I usually went shopping around eight or nine, avoiding the queues and occasionally finding some reduced item worth having. We had begun innocently enough - smiling at each other, mildly amusing jokes about generalities. When she handed back my credit card, my fingers would "accidentally" brush hers. Then, the last time I was in, the top three buttons of her shirt had been undone and when I leant over to sign my name - and some more of money away - on the dotted line, she had leant forward, cupping her arms above her belly. Perfectly framed by the translucent plastic stand where the receipt rested were the tops of her magnificent breasts, forced to prominence by her arms. I could see the smooth flesh disappearing into a plain green bra. I had been about to ask for her number when a supervisor came up. Abigail had sat back hurriedly, redoing the buttons on her shirt, "Can you take these receipts to finance straight away? I'll finish helping this gentleman." 

Still, I was flattered that she had actively put on the show for me. Abigail gave me a sad smile from the corner of her mouth and slinked off, her hips moving with smooth muscular grace that even the unflattering trousers couldn't spoil. She looked back, caught me checking out her ass, and broke into a broad grin. The mousy, overweight supervisor brusquely took the receipt and spent an inordinate time checking that the signature on it matched my card. I watched Abigail until she disappeared among the aisles.

I walked through Abigail's till, winking at her and flashing her my best smile. There was no customer with her at the moment so I stopped. "What's your favourite meal, darling?"

"Mmm," her eyes became distant as she thought and, consciously or not, a small pink tongue darted out of her mouth and ran slowly over her olive lips, making them glisten. I felt an almost uncontrollable need to kiss them, mingle my unworthy saliva with hers. At the thought, I could feel a preparatory rush to my groin - not arousal, but anticipation, adrenaline. She squinted up at me, silhouetted by the fluorescent lights. "Tagliatelle, I suppose." She had a refined voice, no trace of an accent, just perfectly formed syllables combined to bring a beauty to the English language inconceivable to one who had not heard her speak it. "Just wanted to know what to buy for our meal tomorrow night. Tomorrow's your night off, right?"

Perhaps I sounded confident, but my heart had stopped, my arms were water, and holding the basket was now a matter of luck or perhaps intervention by a helpful God.

She grinned at me, and my blood started flowing again. "Perfect." I gave her my address and directions and we agreed a time. I grinned back at her and turned to start my shopping. I felt her hand on my elbow, electric. Even through my jacket I could feel the delicate pressure of that hand and I was unbelievably aroused by even that mild a contact.

A frown crossed her brow. On anyone else it would mar it, but seemingly nothing could spoil her for me. "I never do this," she said.

"Me either," I replied. "Would you prefer if we went out to eat?"

She evaluated me, her eyes registering how unlike a serial killer I looked, taking in the normal white T-shirt stretched across my broad chest, the plain blue fleece jacket, the plain blue jeans gripping my ass and legs. Her gaze lingered on my crotch for a moment, and I felt my cock stirring. She realised what she was doing and looked up quickly, her dark eyes meeting my pale blue ones, her olive cheeks slightly flushed. She held my gaze for a second then, satisfied, "No, I think I can count on you."

Her hand still gripped my arm. A smile flashed onto my face and, surprising even myself, I grabbed her hand, pulled it to my lips and quickly kissed it. "You can trust me, my lady." I headed off to get the pasta.

I got the items quickly, floating on a haze of arousal. I was just trying to pick a steak for my dinner tonight when the skein of my mood was penetrated.

"Hey, baby, you miss me?" Brash, confident, certain that whomever she speaks to, they want to hear what she's got to say - my ex, Robyn. Robyn with a y, though that's not how either her passport or her parents spell it.

If beauty has a spectrum, it doesn't run from beautiful to ugly. Rather, beauty exists at both ends, diminishing towards the centre. Abigail exists at the far right of the scale (as the vagaries of my mind set it up), at the pinnacle of classical beauty, like an actress from Hollywood's golden age, or a very few of the modern stars, like Cameron Diaz. Moving left along the scale, we pass through towards the other end, past steel-minded women with faces of plastic and breasts of solid silicone, towards Robyn at the far left of our scale. Robyn was like a Monet painting - if all the components weren't present and exactly correct, she wouldn't work at all. But when the pieces come together, they sum into an almost painfully sensual earthy glory. She was shorter than average, maybe 5'4 and fleshy. Her breasts were colossal and entirely natural - my hands and tongue and cock had traced every square centimetre of their unblemished surface. They were capped with proportionally large nipples, crude and fiery red. The first time I took one into my mouth I almost hesitated, afraid it would burn, and, in a way, it did. They were remarkably buoyant, those globes - even without a bra, they only sagged a little. Judging by the way that they swayed at the moment, she currently wore no bra. Her pussy was large, thickly slathered with untameable coarse red hair, which she had never trimmed during all the time we had been going out. She thought that red hair against pale white skin was disgusting, so spent an hour a week at a tanning salon, exposing every part of her to bursts of ultraviolet light. Her ass, like her breasts, was huge and wonderfully smooth to the touch. A mane of curly red hair surrounded her face, whose features were broad and strangely undefined. Her mouth was a wide, thick smear of bright red, her nose a button bulb in the centre of her face, her eyes a non-textured brown. She was a year and change older than I was.

"Hey Robyn, how's it going?"

We had had an unceremonious break up. We had been together a few months, it had mostly been sex, and one day we just each acknowledged that we were bored. That was about half a year ago now. We had never really had much to talk about and, while I was still fond of her - how could you dislike a girl who, for your birthday, gave you a threesome with a girlfriend of hers - we hadn't had much contact since.

On my birthday, Robyn had cooked a meal for me at her flat. She was a terrible cook, but had managed to unevenly fry two steaks and some mushrooms. She had done some oven chips, but had somehow cooked them twenty minutes longer than the instructions said and the resulting hard black shards were more like anthracite than potato. For dessert we had mint sorbet which she took out of a Marks and Spencer box. Through the meal, her breasts were struggling to escape from a tube top that may as well have been paint on her body. She pulled the tube top down and her left breast popped out. She took the last spoonful of the sorbet and pressed it against her nipple, which hardened instantly. She smeared the ice cream in a small circle about her nipple, her body heat swiftly melting it. She beckoned me to dinner and I licked the sticky fluid off her breast. I was about to go to work more seriously when her doorbell rang. "Fuck it," I breathed, "Ignore it."

She wagged a finger at me and got up, pulling the tube top over her head, her breasts bobbing. She shook her hair and the resulting motion of her tits hypnotised me. "I think you'll be glad if I answer it." She let the person in, with her breasts exposed to the world.

Her friend, Michelle, walked in, saw Robyn half-naked and smiled. I made to stammer some sort of apology, but Michelle just said, "Party's already started, huh?" She shrugged off her jacket and threw it into a corner of the hall, then started undoing her blouse. Robyn placed an arm around Michelle's shoulders as Michelle's blouse began to gape further and further open. "Happy Birthday, Mike."

Robyn took my hand and then Michelle's. "Come on," she said, "let's take this into the bedroom." We headed through, and Robyn explained the rules: "Whatever happens, happens. Okay?" I nodded still stunned. Michelle said "yes" in a matter of fact voice. She finished undoing her blouse and dropped it to the ground revealing a vanilla bra, which she quickly unhooked. Michelle was one of those girls who, if you saw them on the street, you wouldn't mind fucking but wouldn't bother pursuing. She had a plain face and bleached blonde hair. Her breasts were small, but shapely and, I saw then, tipped with tiny, pale pink, almost pyramidal nipples. "You weren't lying about his dick, Robyn."

I looked down and saw the large bulge in the front of my trousers. I looked at Robyn quizzically and she smirked at me: "I told Michelle you had the biggest cock I'd ever seen." She came over to me and pawed at my crotch. "Let's show her, shall we." She roughly undid my fly and my belt, then yanked down my trousers and boxers in one swift tug. We stood there, all three of us. Two attractive girls, with their wildly different breasts exposed, one guy with a rock hard cock jutting perpendicularly from his body.

Michelle, enraptured, wrapped her long cool fingers around my cock and began to stroke, long and slow. I looked at Robyn, checking it was all right - she just smiled at me. "It's so beautiful," said Michelle, as my hands reached out and removed her skirt. She wore a pair of shiny black panties underneath, which I removed artlessly. She was still tugging on my cock and we were both startled by a sudden flash - we looked around and saw Robyn holding a camera to her eye. "Perfect," she said.

When my eyes had cleared I could see that, unlike Robyn, Michelle trimmed her cunt - her lips were shrouded in only the thinnest band of light brown hair. I placed one hand on her cleft and let my fingers play there as the other teased her nipples. She moaned and kept giving me a handjob. Robyn took a few more photos, then joined us. "Tonight," she said, "we're here for you."

She took off what remained of her clothes, revealing her by now familiar red bush. She lay on the bed. "Sit on my face," she said. I moved over, Michelle reluctantly breaking her grip, and did so. "Michelle, you suck him off while I lick his balls."

Michelle came over and began planting kisses along my shaft. Robyn's tongue played with my balls, licking one then the other, taking them into her mouth and sucking on them, first gently and then more sharply. By now Michelle had taken the head of my cock into her small, wet mouth and was sucking it greedily. Robyn, hearing me gasping by now, shifted underneath me and I felt her thick tongue lapping around my asshole. "Robyn," I said, desperate now, "at this rate, I won't last much longer." Michelle was taking more and more of my cock inside her - she had engulfed perhaps four inches, more than halfway left to go.

Robyn stopped licking my anus, "Baby - I'm surprised you've lasted this long. Relax, Michelle and I are here all night." She went back to work. Shortly after, I came, shooting spurts of boiling hot semen along all nine inches of my cock and down Michelle's throat. She swallowed it quickly, as if she'd choke if she let it build up.

Slowly I softened and she let me flop out of her mouth. I pulled her towards me and kissed her, my tongue forcing its way into the former home of my cock. I rolled over on to the bed and caressed one of Robyn's tits as she lay, her legs at my head, beside me.

"Baby, that's just the beginning. Are you ready to go again yet?" She rubbed a hand experimentally over my cock, which failed to respond to even her skilled ministrations. "Maybe Michelle and I'll put on a little show for you."

I lay in the middle of the bed, propped on the pillows, my muscles and my being relaxed the way only great sex leaves you. Michelle and Robyn knelt together at the foot of the bed, facing each other.

They lent towards each other, Robyn's tongue lolling out of her mouth, Michelle's rushing to meet it. They kissed sloppily, tongues lashing each other, storming from one mouth to the other with a hesitant violence. Gradually that hesitancy was lost and they grew even more aroused. Robyn's hands slipped to Michelle's breasts first, though there wasn't much difference in time. They pleasured each other, first playfully, then with a painful earnestness, their hands progressing down each other's bodies. They were nuzzling each other's breasts as their hands, trained by a lifetime's masturbation wrought shrieks of pleasure from each other's pussies. Finally they lay on the bed, sixty-nining, Robyn's tongue delving with pleasure into Michelle's well-trimmed pussy. Michelle seemed equally at home in Robyn's hairy folds. By now I was rock-hard, stroking myself almost unconsciously while watching this show.

I reached over to the bedside cabinet and got the lube from the drawer. I smeared it on my hand and began to probe Robyn's (who lay on top of Michelle) asshole, inserting first one finger, then two. We had had plenty of anal sex and, while at first she had had trouble encompassing my girth in her tight hole, she had grown used to taking me inside. I liberally smeared my cock with the lubricant and eased inside her. As her friend licked her out, I fucked her. The two girls came quickly, long before I was done, their moaning and shrieking muffled by each other's cunts.

I let myself slip out of Robyn's ass and she moved off Michelle. She watched as I placed my cock against Michelle's swollen lips, her cunt moistened by arousal and the saliva of my girlfriend. I pushed into her: her cunt was steaming with heat, dripping wet. It gripped my cock like a vice damped with velvet. She was unbelievably tight.

I grabbed the bed's headboard and used it to brace myself as I began to stroke into Michelle. As I fucked her I kissed her, then took her right nipple inside my mouth, lapping it with my tongue and sucking it. Robyn joined me at my not-exactly-arduous task, working on Michelle's left nipple. Together, we brought her to a screaming climax. After which Michelle and I went to work on Robyn.

We fucked each other constantly that night and the next day. We all napped occasionally; sometimes waking up with the three of us limbs entwined, sweaty and naked, sometimes waking to find someone pleasuring us. Both girls gave me entry to every possible orifice, both girls pleasured each other, sometimes one watched as I fucked the other - there was nothing we did not try. We even have photographs of it - I think we all took turns at being photographer.

For a week after, Robyn and I were spent - I don't know about Michelle. My dick was red raw and chafed, Robyn's pussy was the same, but more crucial than that, our sex drives had been sated - even though only temporarily. Perhaps a month after that, Robyn and I ended it - after such intense, unbelievable pleasure, there was nowhere left to go in a relationship as purely sexual as ours.

It seems odd that immediately after, essentially, making a gawky first date, I ran into a girl whose body is as familiar to me as my own. But, having not seen her for maybe six months, I run into Robyn in the supermarket - how banal.

We chatted about our lives for a while: "Oh you've just seen... how's she doing... they never!"

Strangely, Robyn seemed shy about something - "What is it?" I asked. How can a girl who has fucked your ass with a dildo be nervous of anything with you?

"Hey, don't be surprised or upset, but I'd like you to meet my partner."

"Why would I be upset? It's been six months, we've both moved on."

"Well..."

"Where is he?" I looked around, seeing no one except a guy in his late fifties in an overcoat, prodding a chicken like he expected to find signs of life. And a girl. Michelle.

Michelle put her arms round Robyn and gave her an easy kiss, the kind happy married couples give each other. It was the sort of kiss where the urge to sexually burn each other's nerves out has disappeared and merely the barest touch of your lover's skin is all you need.

The mild euphoria I had felt at finally making a date with my perfect Abigail now dissipated completely. The three of us kept talking, in the way the United Nations did on the second Gulf War - a lot was said, with nothing being said. Eventually we stopped, and went our separate ways.

I wandered the aisles, looking at products I would never buy, more time passing than I could believe when I checked my watch. As the soles of my shoes grazed along the linoleum floor was my ex-girlfriend fucking the girl we had shared at our three-some? And if so, so what? I had made them both come, as they had made me come. Intellectually I knew I was a good lover - I knew it wasn't about ramming a giant cock fast and hard into the girl's pussy, knew it was about communication. At its most basic, sex is like a game of co-operative Chess - your partner makes a move, gives you a signal, you just need to know the best way to respond. Not that there is no skill involved - the techniques must be learnt and practised, a wildly enjoyable task. So why did I feel so unmanned by this?

The way the two had enjoyed going down on each other now took on a sinister light for me - was it a brief respite, an island of pleasure before they had to go back to the dreary task of stimulating my big cock?

These thoughts playing in my mind, I went to Abigail's till and loaded my purchases onto the conveyor belt. She tried to flirt with me, but I could only summon up a fake smile and staid responses to whatever she said. As I left, she said, "until tomorrow, then."

"Looking forward to it." Fake smile and no desire. That night I went home and, instead of masturbating to fantasies of my dream girl, my cock stayed soft, dangling numb between my legs. This had never happened before: even when I felt no desire, I could still get it up, some nights even masturbating for more than half an hour before I came, just out of habit, once taking a girl who appealed to me not at all, but whose self-esteem needed the boost.

I slept fitfully at best, waking in the morning, not to my customary erection, but to a bed empty of desire. I slacked about most of the day wearing only the boxer shorts I slept in. I showered and shaved at the last possible minute and began cooking dinner, still thinking about my ex and the lover she had cuckolded me with while I was in the room- while I was in her.

The door went, and I let Abigail into my flat.

"Smells great," she said. A raw part of me suggested I say: "Thanks, it's my natural scent." Instead I thanked her mechanically and led her to my kitchen.

I cooked, we ate, we talked. It wasn't the talk of a guy and girl interested in each other, it was more like spending time with a friend of a friend who you don't particularly want to know. If Abigail weren't so perceptive, my life would be a colder place now. Don't expect some great insight - sometimes the smartest thing to say is the simplest. She said: "What's the matter?" And I told her.




Persuasion



Everything: how I felt about her, how I had looked forward to our meal, about Robyn, about Robyn and Michelle, even about the night the three of us had spent together, though I wasn't all that explicit. Abigail was probably shocked by my story, though she was experienced enough not to show it. And in her innocence, she solved my problem: she got up from her chair, knelt in front of mine and kissed me soft and pure on the lips. Just her moist, soft lips against mine.

Wordlessly she undid my fly and reached inside, bringing her hand and my cock back out with her. She took my cock, soft as it was, into her mouth and began to lick it and suck it, her hands running up and down my thighs. And as she did, as she kindled the fires of my body with the perfection of hers, she melted the ice that clogged my brain. It didn't matter that Michelle and Robyn were together - we had spent one night together, after which I had never wanted Michelle again. She had brought me great pleasure that night as I certainly had for Robyn, whose body I knew to well for her to fool me, and since Michelle had screamed her pleasure at me several times, it seemed she had enjoyed my efforts. But that wasn't love - it was the work of skilled musicians on instruments not their own, getting the right notes out and well, but emotionally uninvolved. It was friction; Abigail was emotion and with her actions she communicated her desire. In the soft, humid cavern of her mouth, my doubts locked away behind her perfect lips, she washed the stupid fears from me.

I could feel that old familiar feeling in my balls and my cock. Abigail reacted; she could feel me growing in her mouth. When I withdrew, she gave a moan of disappointment, which I silenced instantly with my lips. I pulled her to me, putting all the passion I felt for her and all the technique I knew into my kiss. She responded, pressing that magnificent body against me, and pulling me towards her with a hand on my ass. I picked her up easily and she gave a surprised giggle - I carried her to my bedroom.

There I kept kissing her as I undid her blouse. My hands worked at the buttons as my tongue massaged hers. I ran one hand over a nipple and could feel it's stony hardness even through her bra. She had her hands at my groin, rubbing my cock, which had sprung to its full size. She broke our kiss: "My God, Mike, you're immense."

"Thank you."

I removed her bra and began working on the lacy black bra she wore. It came of easily and Abigail's magnificent breasts were finally revealed to me. They had a glorious, full roundness and shared the olive skin tone of her face. Her nipples, a rich dark brown, were jutting firmly out of her aureolae. I fell on her, pushing her back onto the bed and going to work with my mouth and hands. I wished I had two mouths, but made do, sucking and licking one breast and nipple, while fingering the other. She arched her neck in a graceful curve and uttered full-throated moans towards the ceiling.

Finally, I broke away and undid her jeans. Judging by her gasp, she enjoyed the sensation of the denim sliding down her thighs. I pulled her socks off too and took the toes of her left foot into my mouth, sucking them. Even her feet tasted good, of strawberries. My mouth travelled up her legs, jumping from one to the other as I felt like it. My hands followed. Finally, my eyes drew level with her panties. They were pink and featured two light cherries, emblazoned with the charming epithet: Ripe and Ready. "You're not..."

"A virgin?" she finished. "No, I just though the panties were cute... and you've got me very ready."

I grinned and gently removed the panties. Abigail shaved her pussy - it was completely bald. Her labia were a shade darker than her olive skin. In the light from the window, her pussy gleamed. I went to work with my tongue.

I lapped around her labia at first, only letting myself dip my tongue in her hot reservoir occasionally. This drove her wild with desire - she bucked her hips at me, trying to force my tongue into her cunt. Eventually, I relented, and I ran my tongue over her clitoris, then began probing her pussy. I kept lapping.

"Oh Mike...I'm coming...I'm coming...Mike!" She got louder as her orgasm built. When she came, I didn't stop, I kept licking until she started moaning again. Then I stopped. I leant over her on my bed, and kissed her, my tongue drenched in the juice from her cunt, my chin slicked with it. I took my cock in my left hand and placed it against her lips: burning with heat, they felt like they should evaporate the moisture that my ministrations had built within her. Then, with a smooth, slow thrust I entered her. We both moaned. She placed her hands on my ears and looked deep within my eyes. "This is incredible." She moved my head and licked the juice from her pussy off my chin. I began to thrust into her, slow and long strokes at first, occasional fast and short strokes. As we fucked, we kissed, her tongue in my mouth as my cock filled her cunt. I played constantly with her breasts. Then, as my need built, I sped up my thrusts, deepening them. Her moans matched the frequency of my efforts. She came again.

She rolled on top of me then and rode me. She ground her pussy in a circular motion as she bucked up and down along my length. She was almost vertical, I lay flat. I kept my hands on her breasts as she fucked me and together we built to climax.

We orgasmed together and she collapsed on top of me, my still mildly engorged cock nestled within her sweet, hot pussy. We started kissing again straight away, unable to keep from touching each other. When she felt my cock grow hard again, she said, "I believe I owed you a blowjob..."

She went to work - very well indeed.

Now it's three years later and we're newly married. We're incredibly happy, we still have great sex, we've found true love, I think. I'd like to tie some neat conclusion on: maybe Robyn and Michelle were at our wedding, Abigail throws the bouquet and Michelle catches it. But that wouldn't be true - fact is, I don't know what happened to Robyn or Michelle. I wonder sometimes, if I hadn't run into them that night, would things have turned out so well for Abigail and I? Who knows? 

Ultimately, things happen - we can only respond and sometimes, if we're lucky, things work out for the best.





Persuasion



I was driving us home from the party. Barbara was unusually quiet and pensive. She looked out the window at the streetlights, arms crossed over her chest, not talking at all. I left her alone, knowing that she would eventually say what was on her mind.

As we crossed over the river, she turned toward me and said, "Are you attracted to younger women?"

I glanced at her lovely, intense face and said, "Yes, of course. Sometimes."

She looked back out the window. "Why?" she asked, simply.

"Well," I said, turning right onto an arterial, "young women can be very beautiful. Not all of them are, of course, but youth is a great advantage. Most young people, both female and male, are attractive. It's why the species continues."

"I saw you with that girl tonight. I am not jealous. You know my principles."

"What girl?"

"The tall blonde with the large breasts."

I thought for a moment. "Emily Reese. She's the Dean's daughter."

"She liked you. I could tell. It was how she looked at you. She looked at you how I look at you."

"Is this where you tell me that I am an attractive man despite my age?"

"You are an attractive man," she smiled a bit, "despite your age."

"So are you," I said, "attractive. But you're a woman," my eyes flashed to her splendid legs, "obviously."

Barbara is very direct. It is a reason I love her. "Do you find me attractive despite my age?" she asked with some asperity.

It was like perfect timing. I pulled the car into the lot next to the park, stopped, and turned off the ignition. "Let's go for a walk," I said, opening the door.

She looked at me like I had just said I am Jesus, returned unto this world to smite humankind.

"C'mon," I said, "It's nice out. We can talk."

We walked through the trees and then down the long grassy bank toward the lake. The moon was very full and bright. Barbara's beautiful face glowed softly in the light. I said, "I won't begin to argue how much more attractive you are than Emily or any other young girl." We were holding hands. "That should be obvious: the emotional ties we share, your intelligence, your maturity..."

She gave me a sour look.

"Your maturity," I said again, "which should not be underrated. Have you talked to a 25 year-old hunky guy lately?"

"Well," she said.

"Exactly," I said. "Same for me. It's all packaging. Lovely wrapping paper, but when you open the box, there's nothing inside."

"Oh," she said, smiling, "there sometimes could be a pretty stiff cock inside." She glanced sidelong up at me. "Those can be quite fun to play with."

"I said box."

"Of course. Though you know I rather like boxes, too."

I stopped walking and looked at her. "Sorry," she said.

We resumed walking. "What I'm trying to say is that you are impossibly more attractive than a younger woman can be. I love the gray in your hair, those fine smile lines around the eyes—they are evidence of your life experience, of your character."

"You think I have lines around my eyes?"

"Look," I said, stopping and turning her towards me, "you are a supremely beautiful woman. You have an incredible figure. You have fabulous breasts. Perfect breasts. The best legs, I swear to God, I have ever seen. And on top of all that, I can talk to you. Both before and after."

She looked long into my eyes. Hers were shining—I thought, perhaps, with tears. She said, "What a load of crap."

"Not believable?" I asked.

"Not even hardly," she said and kissed me. It was a long kiss. There was some clutchy body stuff going on as well. Finally, she pulled back and said, "So, Signore Machiavelli, what are we doing here?"

I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face the lake. Just in front of us was a promontory with a picnic table, which had a fine overview of the water.

I leaned close to her ear and said, "I want to bend you over that table, raise your skirt, and fuck you raw. It's all I could think about this evening. Especially," my hands moved to her supple waist, "while I was trying to carry on a conversation with that dimwitted Emily."

She looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes showed both amusement and lust. "You old softie," she said.

I pressed my hips against her flank so she could feel my manly interest. "Not exactly," I said.



Persuasion



Ann wriggled in her chair. She desperately needed to touch herself, but wouldn't allow it. It was too important to wait, and at any rate the denial itself was exquisite.

She checked the clock on the wall. Fourteen minutes and counting. In the other room, she could see the legs on the bed, barely moving. She counted down the time, rocking ever so slightly to allow herself some stimulation. 45 seconds. 30 second. 15 seconds.

She rose, admiring herself momentarily in the mirror. Not many women her age could look like that. Her breasts were still full, her belly still flat, its little trimmed strip of dark hair underneath showing no touches of gray. She smiled mischievously and licked her lips before heading into the bedroom.

"How are we doing?"

Ashley's eyes burned a hole of hate through her, and she pulled her legs tight together in defiance. The tall brunette's arms were tied to the bed, stretched perpendicular to her body so tightly that her upper body was completely immobilized. Her mouth was gagged with a handkerchief, smeared with her once carefully applied lipstick. In contrast, her legs were left completely free, still in the black tights she had worn to the club, her gray mini-skirt disheveled and riding up over her hips. Ann loved to watch a girl's legs kick. 

Ashley's breaths were slow and even. She had no choice. A thin half-inch belt was wrapped around the fullest part of her bared breasts, then tightened hard enough to bite deeply into them. A second belt, much wider, was wrapped around her waist, cinched so tight that she couldn't take a full breath.

Ashley's jacket and blouse were opened, her bra laid open. It was a front-clasp type so Ann hadn't needed to cut it off. She was happy about that because it was a waste to have to cut one off, especially an expensive lacy one.

She approached Ashley, and the young woman raised her legs prepared to kick and fight. It didn't matter. Ann knew exactly what to do. She approached from the side, too high for Ashley to kick, and swung herself on top of the brunette, straddling her constricted waist.

"Are you comfortable?" She stroked Ashley's hair.

"Mmmmph! " The girl tried to fight, but her outstretched arms had her tightly trapped. Behind Ann, she could feel Ashley's legs flailing, trying to kick her. No such luck.

She checked the tight belt around Ashley's breasts. It was carefully marked with measurements. "You're at 33.5 inches now," she said. "What's your bust size? 38? That's what your bra label says. It's got to be getting really uncomfortable, right?"

Ashley squeezed her eyes shut in defiance.

"Does it hurt?" Ann loosened the belt and released it from Ashley's breasts. The young woman's mounds popped back up with the resilience that only a woman under 30 could achieve. They were marked along their equator with a bright red line.

Ann gently massaged them. "These are so beautiful," she complimented. "And firm, too. They really stand up. Here, let me see if I can stiffen your nipples. They're so nice and thick."

Ashley fought and struggled with renewed vigor. Ann paid it no mind, rubbing and kneading and stroking. 

"I've asked you before, and you won't answer me," Ann said matter of factly. "Would you answer now? Have you ever been with a woman? Just nod or shake your head."

Ashley writhed and fought, but had no leverage and no position to buck Ann off. "Mmmmmph!" Her protests were less violent now than they were an hour ago, most likely because she was having trouble getting a full breath due to the tight belt around her waist.

"I think you'd like it," Ann said. "There's a reason you came home with me tonight. We both know that you're curious."

Ashley's brown eyes were large and expressive. With each second they alternated between rage, fear, and desperate ideating. Trying to conserve her limited oxygen, she gave up and yielded her breasts to Ann's ministrations, lying still and letting Ann play with them.

"Can I eat you out? All you have to do is say yes and we'll start."

Ashley shook her head emphatically.

"You like me playing with your nipples, don't you? They're getting hard."

Ashley shook her head emphatically.

Ann shifted, sliding he legs down and dropping forward into a missionary position. She left a trail of slickness down Ashley's body as she settled in. Ann sighed with desire. She loved the push of her own ample breasts against Ashley's pillows, the way her hips gently nested inside Ashley's spread legs. She gently kissed Ashley on the neck and cheeks, twining her legs around the younger woman's to trap her down.

Ashley feebly tried to fight, tried to escape, but had no choice but to submit.

Ann kissed her and caressed her, her hands running up and down the girl's ribs, breasts, and waist. She couldn't wait until she could get the skirt and tights off, but she wouldn't force it. Ashley had to consent. It was more exciting that way.

"All you have to do is spread your legs and raise your hips," Ann whispered in her ear. "I want you to offer it to me."

"Mmmmmph."

For several more minutes Ann made out with Ashley in a one-way exchange. Her pussy was boiling, and she pumped it against Ashley's hips just enough to keep herself going without moving irreversibly toward the edge. At last she raised up, once again sitting on Ashley's constricted waist. She was breathing almost as heavily as Ashley.

"Okay, break time is over," she said, looking down at the attractive, flustered party girl. "Will you let me eat you out?"

"Mmmmmph." That was a no.

"Okay, you know the rules. Another half-inch. Are you sure you want another half-inch?"

Ashley's eyes were begging her. Ann was so horny she could hardly stand it.

"Another half inch?"

Ashley shook her head emphatically.

"You know the choices." Ann waggled her tongue. "It's either this or take another half-inch." Ashley started fighting again. Ann rode her patiently until she exhausted herself, smiling with cruel pleasure.

"Here we go." Ann looked at the wide belt around Ashley's waist. "20.5 inches. It's getting tight. Let's go to 20." She unfastened the clasp and pulled. It was actually getting hard to tighten it at this point." Ashley made a strange gurgling sound as her breathing was further constricted.

"And the breasts go down to 33. You're a brave, brave girl. She brought the two ends of the belt up, positioned it over Ashley's nipples and began pulling it tight. 38, 37, 36, 35, 34 ... it took both hands to get it to 33. Ashley's eyes squeezed shut and she grimaced through the gag as the belt bit into her to a ludicrous depth.

Ann leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes," she said. "Enjoy!" She allowed herself the luxury of running a hand down Ashley's hip.

Ashley's breaths were somewhat labored now, her whimpers subdued. Ann knew she couldn't last much longer, and Ann herself couldn't last much longer, for that matter. It was going to be a long fifteen minutes for both of them.

Ann went back to the living room, sprawling on the couch so she could watch Ashley struggle. As usual, she was kicking, testing her bonds and trying in vain to escape, but after an hour and a half of this game, her straps being tightened every quarter-hour, her movements were slow and labored. 

Ann checked the time on the clock and silently pleaded for Ashley to yield. Her hands crept up to her nipples, squeezing them and twisting them. She couldn't yield to temptation, but her need just so strong. She cupped and cradled her breasts, squeezing them up and together. She worked them for a few minutes, and then her hands crept down.

You can't go too far, she reminded herself. But maybe just a touch. 

Just a touch.

Her fingers crept down through the small landing strip of hair. Down, down, and into the danger zone. She allowed herself a gentle stroke across her lips, then one across her clit. 

No!

No! Don't give in. She pulled her hands up. 

Only five minutes had passed. Ashley's movements were slow and spastic on the bed. Ann ran her hand through her dark hair, grabbing two handfuls and gently pulling in pleasurable frustration, just to keep her fingers occupied. You have to hold out, she ordered herself.

This was so hot. She loved denying herself, knowing that it would result in a huge reward oh so soon. She stood up and paced the room, her pussy on fire. 

Five minutes.

Four minutes. 

Three minutes.

Every minute was painful. Ann's pussy was unbearably needy, begging her fingers for relief.

Two minutes.

One minute. Oh god, would it never end?

Ann stood up, taking a deep breath. Please, she thought. Please, this time let it work.

She walked into the bedroom.

"Fifteen minutes," she announced cheerily. "What do you think?"

Generally at this point Ashley's legs would snap shut. But this time they didn't move. After a long moment of hesitation, her face steeled, Ashley's legs went the other way. They inched apart until she reluctantly opened herself up in a submissive sexual position.

Ann smiled broadly, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

"Oh, how sweet," she said. "You want me to make love to you? Raise your hips a little if that's a yes, so I can get your clothes off."

After another pause, Ashley planted her feet awkwardly and raised her hips slightly off the bed."

"Yaaaaaay!" Ann clapped her hands in both sarcasm and genuine pleasure. "Let's get started."

She climbed onto the foot of the bed and moved up between Ashley's legs. Ashley's stilettos had long been removed, but that pesky skirt and tights and been keeping her secrets for far too long. "First, we unzip the skirt, and then we pull it off. Now, isn't that more comfortable?" The gray skirt ended up on the floor.

"And now the tights. I've been wanting to get these off ever since I first saw you." Tights were harder to get off than skirts, but Ann had experience. Lots of girls wore tights to the clubs, and they usually gave up long before this brave girl did. Ann gripped the waistline and began rolling it and pulling it down. The younger girl's pubic mound came into view, then her lips as Ann worked the tights down. "Oh, you're shaved. Very nice. I kind of thought you'd be shaved. It looks great on you."

Pushing down gently on the front of Ashley's mound, she let the girl relax her hips as she pulled the tights down and off her legs. Ashley had great legs, long and slender but also shapely. The tights went onto the floor.

Kneeling between her legs, Ann held Ashley's legs apart by the ankles, enjoying the view. Ashley's pussy was completely hairless, and she had wide, dark pink labia majora. Her inner lips were small, peeking out from between them. "Your pussy looks delicious," Ann murmured. She ran her hands gently up and down the girl's calves, caressing her from toes to knees.

She crept forward, pushing Ashley's legs further apart. Ann needed to come so badly now. She ran her fingers lightly up and down Ashley's thighs. 

"You were such a tease at the club," she said softly. "But there was something about you. I knew I could get you back here. I knew you were curious." Her fingers traced up and down, slowly transitioning from the outside of Ashley's hips to the inside. She moved to the very top of Ashley's thighs and let her knuckles slightly brush those beautiful dark lips. To her credit, Ashley kept her end of the deal and didn't resist. That little Asian girl last week had been annoying when she kept changing her mind and fighting at this stage.

Ann gently stroked Ashley's outer lips. They were soft and yielding. Gong a little furthers, she lightly grasped Ashley's inner lips and spread them apart, studying the bright pinkness that was revealed within.

"Oh, I'm going to love this. And you will, too. But first, let me make you more comfortable."

Ann worked her lips up Ashley's body, starting at the top of her pubic mound and kissing her way up to Ashley's throat. She reached between them to release the constricting belt around Ashley's breasts, and kissed and licked her nipples until they stiffened. Simultaneously, she loosened the belt around Ashley's waist, not completely but enough to make breathing a bit easier. Keeping her oxygen level down would eventually give her a stronger orgasm, and Ann liked to impress her young guests.

She moved up and pressed her forehead against Ashley's, losing herself in those big brown eyes.

"Are you ready?" she whispered.

Ashley's gagged mouth was turned down into a pout, but to her credit she nodded imperceptibly. Ann smiled broadly. Slowly she worked her lips back down the young brunette's body, and she kept going at the belly button. The brunette's gorgeous young pussy lay before her ready for the taking. She petted it, caressed it, and then began kissing, began licking.

Her guests always had the same strategy at this point. They would go with the starfish approach, just lying there with the intention of not reacting. But it was a flawed strategy, because Ann was a master at her craft, and she was patient. She licked, nibbled, and sucked, and probed softly with one finger, then two. Despite Ashley's best efforts, resistance was futile. Biology would not allow a woman to be serviced like this with no reaction. As the minutes passed, Ann could feel the lubrication starting, sense the slow undulation of the hips, hear the slightly deeper and faster breathing.

Over the next twenty minutes, she played Ashley like a violin. The girl rose toward orgasm, then was pulled back. Sensations were offered, then withdrawn, time and again. Back up toward the brink, then down. Ashley whimpered behind the gag, unable to take any control, allowed only to receive what she was given. Ann buried her tongue inside the woman , accelerated the pace of teasing. 

Moving a moistened finger back, Ann began playing with Ashley's anus. The shocked brunette jumped at first, then allowed access. Her hips were rising and falling with every stroke of Ann's tongue. "Do you want to come now?" Ann asked.

Ashley nodded frantically, and Ann granted her wish. Instead of pulling back and keeping her on the brink, she attacked. Her tongue flicked Ashley's swollen clit, and two fingers rubbed her g-spot from inside. Another finger pressed and twirled inside her tight anus. Her limited air supply intensified the reaction in her brain. Ashley rose to the top and splled over, her back arching, her muffled voice keening. She froze in time, stiff as the orgasm flowed through her body like an electric shock. "Mmmmmmmmmmmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmmmmmmmmmmph!"

For a moment Ann thought she would pass out. She flopped down limp, her eyes rolled high in her head. Ann stroked and kissed her, first in the thighs and stomach, then up her breasts and throat. She kissed Ashley's gagged mouth the best she could and quietly lay atop her as her guest recovered.

The she did it again. The whole process. She rode Ashley up to the brink and back time and again, then once more pushed her shivering and shaking over the edge. And then a third time. The beautiful thing about women was that you could repeat the process forever, and each time they became more beautiful as their inhibitions and bodies yielded ever more, as they trembled and glowed with sweat and exertion.

After the third orgasm, Ann moved into gentle afterplay, letting Ashley drop back down into the mortal world. Once Ashley's breathing was back to normal, Ann moved to the next step. 

"You're feeling pretty good now, right, honey? I think it's my turn. Do you want to eat me out? Do you want to lick my pussy?"

Ashley's eyebrows creased into a worry line. Hesitantly, she shook her head. Ann expected that.

She rose up and moved back down between Ashley's spread legs. "Are you sure you don't want to eat me out? I did it for you. Three times." As she spoke, she moved the thin breast belt down to Ashley's curvy waist. Ashley whimpered as she tightened it to a snug level.

"You liked those orgasms, right? You wouldn't deny me something similar, I hope." Reaching around beneath Ashley's bound body, Ann looped a thick cord around the back of the waist belt, pulling it down between Ashley's legs "I'll tell you what. I'm going to position this into your crotch and tighten it every fifteen minutes, just like we did before. If you decide that you would rather eat me out, just let me know."

Leveraging the waist belt, Ann pulled hard on the crotch rope, wedging it up deep inside Ashley's divine crevice. Ashley yelped behind the gag. Ann looped it around the front of the waist belt and tied it tight, so that it put intense and continual pressure on Ashley's clit. Then she tightened the broader waist belt back to 20 inches, constricting Ashley's breathing. She went tight because of her own needs. She couldn't wait much longer.

She climbed off the taller girl and admired her handiwork. Ashley's thighs were trembling, her legs writhing and pressing together as she bucked and arched, trying to relieve the pressure in her most sensitive of areas. But such a thing was not possible.

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," Ann said. "Tell me then if you'd like to lick me."

She went back to the couch, her fists clenched to prevent her fingers from playing with herself. It was going to be a long fifteen minutes. But then again, that was half the fun. 



Persuasion



The weather last weekend was the best so far this year, so, after church on Sunday we had a barbeque. Just my wife and I, which was nice. We both had a couple of beers, and after we'd eaten, we sat in our recliners enjoying the sun, and reading magazines.  "I've been thinking," my wife said, putting down her magazine.

"About what my love?" I asked, putting down The Sunday Times.

"When my sister is here she's going to want to meet men, get chatted up, asked on dates etc."

"Yes, of course, I realise that," I said, not at all sure where this was going

"Oh good, I'm glad you understand."

"Understand what?"

"Understand that I'll have to go out with her, regularly, on Friday and Saturday nights, without you."

"Do you mean to pubs?" I really didn't like where this was going.

"Yes, pubs, and also dancing, at the hotel dances."

"But we enjoy those together, why can't I come as well?"

"Because no guy is going to ask Carol to dance when there's a guy there. Anyway, what usually happens is a couple of guys ask a couple of girls to dance, and then take it from there. Same with chatting up in a pub, guys like to work as a pair for courage."

"But what do you mean when you say they will 'take it from there'?"

"Well, you know, buy us drinks, put arms around us, try to kiss us."

"But you're married, to me!" I exclaimed, horrified by what she was saying.

"I know that sweetness, but I'll have to go along with it to a certain amount or they'll just back off and ask some other women. I don't necessarily have to have full sex."

"Not necessarily?"

"Well, I'll have to go along with it to some extent. I mean, if they ask us out on a joint date, for dinner or something, I'd have to say yes, for Carol's sake, and if they take us back to a house, or whatever, I'd have to allow some stuff, so I'm really glad that you understand and won't get jealous."

I'd fantasized about my wife going out with another guy, and maybe making me a cuckold, but this was not a fantasy, and I was starting to feel a bit sick, over the idea of my wife with another man. What if she liked him better than me, what if he had a bigger cock?

"Anyway," she went on, "I'll need you to help me choose what to wear, tell me what guys find sexy, what will send off signals that I'm available."

"But you're not available!"

"Well, I sort of will be, won't I? Do you want to discuss how far you're happy for me to go, just so I have some guidance on what you'll be comfortable with?"

"Oh, ok, I suppose so," Although I wasn't comfortable with any of it.

"So, to start, you understand that I'll be going out with Carol, to pubs and also dancing, hoping that she can meet a guy or guys to go out with and also stay in with?"

"Yes, my love, I've got that."

"Good, so you also understand that we expect guys to chat us up in the pubs, and try to get off with us. I'll wear my wedding ring, so they'll know I'm married."

"Yeah, well, that won't stop them trying to get into your knickers, will it?"

"I certainly hope not, otherwise I won't be able to help my sister. Good point about the knickers, by the way, you need to help me buy some new sexy ones, just in case."

"I'm not sure I'm very happy about..."

"Shush...let's get back to where we were. So, if we meet a couple of guys at a dance, you're happy for me to dance with one of them?"

"Yes, I guess, that should be ok."

"Good, now we're getting somewhere. Also, it's ok if they buy us drinks?"

"Yep."

"And when there's a slow dance, I assume he can put his arms around me to dance close?"

"I suppose that's ok," although I didn't really like the idea.

"Well, the next thing, which I can't avoid, is Carol's guy will start kissing her, or she'll kiss him if he's too shy. So I will have to do the same. You're ok for a guy to kiss me while we're dancing?"

"Well, I'm not very happy about it."

"My love, it's not having sex, just a bit of a snog!"

"Oh, ok, but I think that's far enough"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to let him do a bit more, until Carol has hauled her guy off to his room for sex. I guess I'll just not tell you about it."

"That doesn't make it better!"

"You are getting your knickers in a twist over this. I thought you would look forward to hearing all about my adventures on Sunday morning while I give you a well deserved slow wank as a reward for being so understanding?" 

"Well, that does sound very nice."

"Good, that's better. Anyway, that was why I mentioned about the new knickers, I'm going to have to let him get his hand in my knickers and play with my love button, then I can get his big cock out and wank him off, and hopefully his fingers will get me off. I've no wish to come home excited but not satisfied."

"If the guys want another double date, of course, it won't be so easy to avoid being fucked, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it, don't you think? Oh, and just in case, shall I lie to you if I let a guy fuck me, or would you prefer the truth?" 

"I don't want you lying to me!"

"I hoped you'd say that, I don't want to be keeping secrets from you, but you must promise not to go off at the deep end if I end up having sex with some other guys, just to help Carol, of course."

"I.." I spluttered, dumbfounded.

"I think it'll really turn you on...I can tell you all the details...I'm really looking forward to meeting some new men...in fact I'm really turned on now...shall we go upstairs?"

Of course I said, "yes," and somewhere in the throes of passion, I think I told my wife that I actually wanted her to have sex with another man.

The following day we received the news we have been waiting for. My wife's sister Carol had got her visa and was moving to the uk to live with us. This was great news, of course, I like her and will be happy that she's with us and not on her own.

The negative, however, was that the conversation I recounted in my previous post is now going to become a reality. My wife was definitely going to be going out on the pull with her sister, leaving me at home wondering what they are up to. My wife realized that this would be at the front of my mind.

"So, my love," she started, "I'm really glad that we had our little conversation about me going out with my sister, and especially glad that you admitted, during our love making, that you are turned on by the idea of me having sex with another man, and, in fact, want me to do it."

"But that was a fantasy, during sex, it doesn't mean I actually want you to do it!"

"Well, you've said it now. I think you actually do want to be a cuckold, but are just a bit nervous about it."

"I suppose so."

As far as my wife was concerned, that was the end of the conversation, but it didn't end in my head. I still couldn't believe I had admitted to being turned on by the idea of my wife having sex with another man, but I was excited at the time, and thinking with my little brain.

"Actually, I'm really looking forward to going out on the pull with Carol again," she continued, "we always managed to hook up with good looking younger guys really quickly. It's good that I can tell you everything that happens, I don't want to keep secrets from you."

"Right."

"Did I tell you that you are the only lover I've had who is older than me?"

"Yes my love."

"It'll be fun having a young fit guy trying to seduce me again...you understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, of course my love."

"And now that we have your own little fantasy out in the open, I won't need to resist very hard. If at all, in fact!"

"I see."

"I'm glad you see darling, shall we go to bed now?"

So off we went to bed, and I used my tongue between my wife's legs, for about half an hour, making her cum three times. I kept thinking that she was fantasizing about all the young guys she could fuck. After she had been completely satisfied she lay next to me gently stroking my cock. I was so horny from all this talk of her sleeping with other guys that I was rock hard in seconds, and desperate to cum. My wife teased me for about ten minutes, then stroked around the head of my cock and started to whisper in my ear.

"So, you're really excited about the prospect of me going out clubbing with Carol?"

"Yes, I must confess I am," I confessed reluctantly.

"I expect you've been wanking yourself off thinking about what might happen?"

"Yes, I have."

"Do you imagine me dancing with some tall, good looking young guy?"

"Yes."

"Do you visualise him putting his arm around me as we queue for drinks?"

"Uh huh."

"Can you picture him taking me in his arms and kissing me gently on the lips?"

"Yeah."

"Then later, after quite a lot of champagne, we're back at our table and he's kissing me passionately, and I'm kissing him back. His hand is working it's way up between my legs. Should I push him away or open my legs to give him access to my pussy. What do you think I should do?"

"Open your legs!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

My wife was still stoking my cock gently, up and down the entire shaft, rolling over the head. It was tantalizing and getting me closer and closer.

"So, he's playing with my pussy, his fingers are inside my panties, rubbing my clit. I'm soaking wet and horny as hell, and he pops the question, "let's go to my room." 

"What do you want me to do my love?"

"Oh God, don't make me say it!"

"You want to cum don't you?"

"Yes!"

"So say it!"

"Go to his room! Let him fuck you!"

"You're sure?"

"Yes!!"

"Ok, I will."

And then I'm over the edge, my cum is squirting up into the air like the fountain in Trafalgar square. My wife keeps the gentle pumping going, and I keep squirting. Eventually I slow down and stop. My wife cuddles up to me and scoops up my cum in her fingers and feeds it to me. Scoop after scoop. Finally there is no more, and she holds my penis gently and lovingly as it gradually wilts.

"Now my love, we'll have no more protesting. You want me to fuck other men, and I really want to. It's going to happen. Get used to it, and I'll make it fun for you as well. Do you agree?"

So, I was trapped.

"Yes my love."

"Now go to sleep my darling. We're going to have such fun. I love you."

"I love you too"

"I know."

Two days later, in the early evening, my wife phoned her sister to get an update on how her packing to move to us was going. After talking about what she should bring, and what she should sell, my wife told Carol how much she was looking forward to going out with Carol, just like when they were in their twenties.

"I've already told him that I will be going out with you, to pubs and dancing, looking for guys," she revealed.

I decided that I wanted to hear this conversation, so I sat down next to my wife.

"And was he ok about it?"

"Fairly ok, but I made it clear that he had no choice in the matter, didn't I darling?"

"Yes, my love."

"Anyway, he eventually admitted that the idea turns him on, and that he's been wanking imagining what might happen."

"Wow! That's brilliant" Carol said "I can't wait to ask him all about his fantasies"

I couldn't believe my wife had told her that, it was so humiliating.

"There's more," my wife continued.

"Do tell."

"I told him that there was a real possibility that I will end up being fucked by a new guy." She crowed

"Crikey, did he get really mad?"

"No, but then I was stroking his cock at the time. I teased and teased him, then led the conversation in the direction I wanted, telling him how our evening might go, then when he was right on the edge of climaxing, I asked him whether he fantasized about me fucking another guy, and finally got him to admit that he fantasizes about me with another guy when he wanks."

"I think he'll be wanking himself silly when we're out jolling then."

I knew that 'jolling' is Africaans for clubbing, drinking etc. My wife has told me that she and her sister did a lot of jolling when they were younger, and that they invariably got drunk and ended up in some guy's bed. Thinking she might revert to that life had me scared, but also hard as a rock. In addition, I was completely humiliated by my wife telling her sister about my masturbation habits and fantasies.

I could only just hear Carol speaking,"Why do you allow him to wank anyway?"

"Well, he needs more sex than I do."

"He doesn't need it, he just wants it. If I were you I'd lock him up and put a stop to it pronto."

"What do you mean, lock him up?"

"A chastity cage, they're brilliant. I'll sort it for you when I get there. I don't want him wanking when I'm living there, and also it'll stop him griping about you sleeping with other men."

"Oh, ok, brilliant," my wife replied.

It sounded as though my fate was sealed.

"I hope you can see where your kinky fantasies are getting you." she accused.

"Now, go and make me a nice dinner. I'm feeling lazy"

So I went to the kitchen but couldn't stop thinking about my sister putting a cage on my winky. It was the most terrifying prospect, but also, in an odd way, incredibly exciting.



Persuasion



"You like it don't you?" I ask.

Your reply is breathless and without hesitation, "Yes. I love it!"

"Will you do it for me now?" I ask you for the hundreth time.

"No, I can't, I won't, it's too much, even for me."

"Ok then, it looks like I'll have to try harder."

I pick up the box. My hand turns the dial a little higher than the last time and, after a brief pause, higher still. I press the green button, instantly allowing the current from the mains to flow through the transformer I'm holding and on through the wires, the charge terminating in the two clips I have attached to your nipples.

Your reaction is instantaneous - your back arches, your body straining against the velcro straps that hold your wrists and ankles fast against the foot and head of the bed. A low moan escapes your lips, your forehead beading with sweat. I stand there rooted to the spot, enraptured by how your body responds to your movements. You full heavy breasts shaking, the thick layer of flesh around your midriff quivering.

"Still loving it?" I ask. Shifting my position in order to disorientate you, knowing that the blindfold you're wearing makes you rely solely on your ears for sensory input. 

"Yes I still love it," you reply, an air of defiance in your words. "I'm still not going to do it, anything, I'll do anything you ask but this, please."

"I know you'll do anything else I want, that's why I want you to do this one thing for me."

I move to the foot of the bed. Standing between your legs, looking down between your legs to your vagina, to be precise, my cunt, mine to do with as I please. I shift my gaze, up, over your tummy and across your heaving breasts, watching them rise and fall in time with your breathing, marvelling at the sheen on your skin from the layer of perspiration that coats them.

"No, I still cant do it, you dont know him, it would kill him."

I tell you that I dont care, that there is room only for one man in your life and that man is me, that I wont share you in any shape way or form with anyone.

"Now, will you do as I ask?"

"No, I can't. We've discussed this so many times and I've told you I wont, I cant. If I had known that you were going to bring this up again I would never have agreed to your fucking electrical game!"

I harden even more at the sound of profanity delivered in your girlish voice. My cock now throbbing to the point of bursting in my boxers.

"Ok then slut, it pains me to do this. I never mentioned that there is a third lead on this little magic box I'm holding.

As if you've read my mind you immediately bring your knees together in an attempt to stop the inevitable. 

"No. Please. Dont. Not there, I cant take it there, this isnt fun anymore. Please, undo the straps and let me up. We can talk about this. Maybe reach a compromise."

I laugh, a snort of derision escaping my mouth. 

"No, there will be no discussion, there will be no compromise. I wont be satisfied tonight until I take full and total possession of you."

"No, you can't. I won't allow you to," you reply more in hope than conviction. 

"Allow me? Allow me? My darling, you're in no position to allow or deny me anything. Now part your legs. I can do it myself but why should I when you will do it for me? Thats like having a dog and barking myself."

You redouble your efforts, the flesh at your knees blanching from them being pressed so tightly together.

I silently move to the head of the bed. 

You're not even aware that I've moved until you feel the teeth of the alligator clip that's attached to your nipple begin to bite deeper into the soft sensitive flesh as I squeeze.

"Open them for me. Open them now. Do as I say. Now."

"Never! I'm never going to do anything you ask of me again. We're finished, done."

I reach with my free hand and take the other clip, I simultaneously squeeze both clips until they bite deeply into your nipples, breaking the skin this time.

I quickly move a hand and cover your mouth to muffle the scream that's sure to follow my rough treatment of your nipples.

"Do it for me, do you think I enjoy hurting you this much?"

You shake your head.

"You're wrong. I'm loving this. I'm thoroughly enjoying persuading you to do as I ask. Now open your fucking legs and let me have your cunt!!"

There must be an edge, an alien tone in my voice, one you've never heard before because you relent, parting your legs and exposing whats mine to me.

"I'll ask you again, will you do it?"

"No. I just cant."

"Ok then, you know what happens next."

I move to the middle of the bed, inserting the third wire into the box as I go. I reach between your legs and part your lips, revealing the soft, pink flesh of your cunni. With my other hand I place the clip onto your clit.

"This is your last chance, will you do it?"

"No, I wont," your voice shaking, quivering through the impending tears.

"Ok then," you leave me no other choice.

I reach for the dial once more. I turn it up once more. Half as high again as the last time. I press the button for what I hope will be the last time. Your body begins to jerk, to trash against the restraints. You gasp for air as your movements become more pronounced. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you say the word I've been longing to hear.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'll do it."

Without missing a beat, I climb on top of you and without ceremony I ram my cock into your cunt. I fuck you, hard, taking my frustration out on you with my cock. I feel my orgasm approach. I grab your phone, dial the number and hold the phone to your ear. 

"You know what to say."

"Hello dad, its me, I'm just calling you to tell you I have a new Daddy and he's just about to explode inside me and fill me with his hot come."

As if on cue my orgasm overtakes me and I erupt deep inside you.



Persuasive Approval



The chapters unfold in a sequence of events from 1966-2005. 

(Chapter 7)

*****

"Persuasive Approval" (circa-1971)

Meeting Beverley Jackson for the first time after their impulsive moment of intimacy when Charles and George left them alone in the hotel to visit the landlord of the Red Bull was always going to be a little uncomfortable.

He stepped out of the car and walked into the hotel reception. 

Other than muffled voices coming from the television he was surprised to find the place deserted. His accommodation was always booked in advance so he knew Charles and Beverly would be expecting him. 

A cigarette and a comforting stool at the end of the bar eased the anxiety and give him a moment to reflect on the events over the week-end. 

He was still angry with Karen Ashton and his friend Jeff Calder for their irresponsible behaviour, which led to him and Jeff spending Saturday night in Gateshead police station.

After staggering out of the Cavendish Club, Karen shamelessly announced that she was up for a threesome. 

It must have been two in the morning when he pulled the car into a quiet country lane. 

The heated copulation quickly gathered speed, clothes abandoned on the floor, a tangle of impatient hands fondling and groping in the back seat of the car, Karen giving him a blowjob while Jeff fucked her from the back. The night promised hours of steamy entertainment until Karen said she desperately needed to pee. After gathering her clothes from the floor she left the car and headed for the privacy of the bushes. 

In the crippling silence they waited for almost fifteen minutes, brushing condensation from the windows and staring into the darkness, watching and waiting... No sign of Karen. 

One foot inside the car and the other foot on the ground, his eagerness to search for Karen interrupted by the glare of a torch shining in his face and an unexpected voice laden with mocking amusement forcing him back into the car. 

"Well-Well-Well and what have we got here?" the policeman chuckled, the shadowy silhouette of another uniform peering inside the car. "They look like a couple of nice boys. It's not something you see every day. Two naked men in the back seat of a car in a quiet country lane," he sniggered, lighting a cigarette and making an unnecessary comment about needing a puff. 

The echoes of mocking innuendo threw them into chaotic retreat. They fumbled nervously in the back of the car searching the floor for randomly discarded clothes, bumping heads in the claustrophobic darkness, cursing and swearing and occasionally swapping garments, words stumbling between stammers, trying to proclaim their innocence, searching for mitigating words in their defence, muttering words like homophobic, straight men and this will all be revealed when Karen gets back to the car. 

But Karen had spotted the two police officers questioning her two companions and she had no intention of having a confrontation with the law. 

When one of the policemen made a sarcastic comment about Jeff's sexuality he knew they were in trouble. Jeff completely lost control, hitting back with an outburst of verbal abuse. "Up yours arsehole," he barked, sending another message with a couple of fingers. 

As the voice of a police controller crackled through the radio in Echoes, Bravo's and Foxtrot's they were hastily bundled into the back seat of the police car. 

The haunting images of a courtroom suddenly fed his panic. 

The Trial... The Judge passing sentence... The newspapers...

The sound of creaking hinges and a door opening behind the bar interrupted his thoughts. 

Beverley Jackson emerged from the dark abyss of the cellar, struggling with a heavy crate of alcohol above her head. 

Crushing his cigarette into an ashtray and leaping from the bar stool he rushed to her assistance, taking the box with one hand and helping her up with the other. 

A moment of agonising silence hung over them in a veil of unspoken emotions, two people shuffling uncomfortably from one foot to the other, nothing more than a brief exchange of nervous glances and forced smiles between them, both searching for something appropriate to say, both trying to figure out how to greet each other.

After a little light-hearted small talk, mostly to release the tension and to remove the uneasiness of the situation, they sat on one of the sofas near the fireplace drinking coffee. 

Beverley informed him that Charles had flown to southern Spain for a few days to play golf. He breathed a sigh of relief into his cup and offered her a cigarette. After a long pause he asked her if she would like to have dinner with him tonight.

A reassuring smile lifting the corners of her mouth gave him the answer. 

They sipped coffee between fleeting glances and anxious smiles, watching the flames from the log fire disappearing up the chimney, the mood and the conversation eventually settling into compliments and words of endearment. 

He told her that ever since their night of passion he couldn't stop thinking about her. He said he went to sleep thinking about her and he woke up thinking about her. 

She shrugged her shoulders, forced a laugh and obliged him with a bashful smile. 

As they parted he wasn't sure whether they had instinctively kissed or if it was just an accidental meeting of faces. Nevertheless they were both feeling more relaxed and continued to go about their day.

It was just after seven when he greeted Beverley in the hotel reception. 

Sweeping gracefully across the floor on towering heels, her blue eyes sparkling with erotic enchantment, her smile, as always mysterious and intoxicating, a red satin dress clinging to every curve like a second skin, the front cut low exposing shapely breasts and a deep cleavage, swaying her hips and bottom in a tantalising way that seems to come naturally to a beautiful woman wearing heels. 

The thought of ripping her dress off and throwing onto the floor and fucking her until she couldn't breathe was almost overwhelming.

"You look beautiful," was all he said.

Bruno Dante greeted his two guests in the entrance foyer of the Bella Roma restaurant. 

"Mrs Jackson, how beautiful you look tonight," he smiled through a well-rehearsed bow, kissing her on both cheeks, his persuasive Italian culture always gaining her approval. 

"Bella Donna...Bella Donna," Bruno chimed, his voice taking on a sing-song melodic tone, casting a suspicious eye at her friend. 

The hesitancy to enter into any pleasantries or formal introductions was somewhat expected, although the disapproving look on Bruno's face when he guided them to their table made him feel like he was being marched to the gallows.

All conversations with the other diners fell silent when the lady in red glided across the floor swaying her Marilyn Monroe curves to perfection. Bodies shuffled in seats, heads turning in all directions, admiring the vision of beauty with natural grace, some of the women exchanging looks of despair, some men revealing a hint of jealously. 

They sipped their wine over a brief exchange of light-hearted humour and meaningless trivia, the speculative type of information that always seems to interest us as human beings, the conversation inevitably turning to questions and answers. 

He was giving Beverley a brief synopsis of his remit with his employer over the next three years and a little bit about his upbringing living in the North East when a waitress delivering food and bottle of wine to their table interrupted the conversation. 

After filling their glasses Beverley lit a cigarette and spoke about her life with Charles.

"We've been together for almost ten years," she sighed, blowing smoke above her head. 

"We first met when I was on holiday in Majorca. Charles was there playing golf with some friends. He bought me a drink at the hotel bar and asked me to dance. He was charming and a perfect gentleman. Later that evening he asked me to have dinner with him the following day," she sighed, her eyes unable to hide the look of disappointment. 

"The rest is history," she smiled, stubbing her cigarette into an ashtray. 

Echoes of guilt and betrayal rattled around inside his head, searching his subconscious for words that might help to ease her anxiety and absolve him of any misbehaviour. 

After a moment of deliberation he choked back a lump in his throat and forced a smile.

"I do value our friendship, Beverley and I don't want to risk losing it," he sighed, lighting a cigarette and blowing a stream of white smoke across the table, searching her eyes, a confession forcing its way between tight lips. "If Charles knew what my intentions were I'm sure he would despise me. Or even worse...He might want to kill me."

She sighed into her glass and lowered her voice to a surreptitious whisper. 

"There's something I need to tell you," she volunteered, glancing over her shoulder, staring at faceless people with furtive hesitation. 

"About five years ago Charles was diagnosed with diabetes and is now dependant on insulin. There can sometimes be serious side effects from the medication doctors prescribe to balance the body's sugar levels," she confirmed, with a tone of authority, draining the wine in her glass. "Unfortunately, for some men, one of the symptoms associated with this type of illness can lead to erectile dysfunction." 

She pursed her bottom lip and sighed into her empty glass. "He's impotent." 

After a long agonising pause she smiled and added. "We haven't had sexual intercourse for almost four years," she confessed, pouring wine into glasses and lighting a cigarette, shuffling uncomfortably in the chair, letting her head fall back and blowing plumes of smoke above her head. 

"I should also tell you that for most of our time together Charles was only interested in sex when he had too much to drink, and even then his mind was willing but his equipment needed help," she declared, the white smoke coiling around her face. 

"His interest in sex declined long before his medical problems," she sighed, searching inside her bag for a paper tissue, forcing a smile and brushing a tear from the corner of her eye. 

"For a long time I've shared a bed with a deficient lifeless man. Most nights I just lie in bed imagining what it would be like to have a physical sexual partner. I'm still young. I have needs," she sighed. 

"This conversation doesn't make me feel any better," he snapped, pausing long enough for Beverley to interrupt his thoughts. 

"Charles understands that everyone has needs," she said reassuringly, her voice trailing off as she sipped her drink and gathered her thoughts. "So I asked him if I could sleep with you," she said, shamelessly and rather matter-of-fact, the boldness of her statement forcing him to gasp into his drink. 

"You asked him...What!?" he barked, picking up a serviette and wiping dribbles of wine from his chin, lowering his voice to a whisper when he realised his outburst was attracting the attention of other diners. 

She paused long enough to give him time to compose himself. 

"After a long conversation on the matter Charles said that I could sleep with you. He even gave us his blessing. And he told me that he also values your friendship," she said, with casual ease, raising her glass as if proposing a toast. 

"You asked him if you could sleep with me?" he repeated, warning bells ringing loudly in his head, his stomach churning, wishing the floor would open up and swallow him alive. 

It had started to rain when the taxi dropped them back at the Royal Belvedere Arms Hotel. 

To avoid suspicious eyes and gossiping tongues and to give Beverley enough time to let the staff go home and lock the premises, he made a hasty detour to his room. 

After waiting anxiously in his room for twenty minutes he returned to the bar. 

The room was dark and quiet and there was no sign of Beverley, although the two glasses of wine on the bar with a smearing of red lipstick on one of the glasses, suggested she wasn't too far away. 

Sitting on a bar stool smoking a cigarette and sipping his wine, humming to the soft soothing voice of Roberta Flack singing "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face," glancing at the clock on the white painted wall, watching the hands approaching midnight, a reflection in the mirror behind the bar and a shadowy figure at the top of the stairs interrupting the song playing inside his head. 

Spinning around on the stool, his eyes wide open, his jaw hanging slack, a vision of beauty posing in a full length mink coat, flashing her eyes and gazing down from the top of the stairs, a mischievous smile lifting the corners of her mouth. 

Like unveiling a statue she opened the coat, brushing it casually from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, both hands resting on her hips and endless legs growing from a pair of towering heels, swivelling and turning, flaunting he body like a well-practiced model revealing all her naked beauty. 

Coughing into his drink and almost falling from the stool, his eyes opening like saucers, his heart beat increasing by the second, a familiar stirring inside his pants, staring at the vision of beauty floating on air down the stairs, her long legs balanced precariously on lethal heels, her soft blonde hair falling seductively over her shoulders, her shapely breasts bouncing in a slow rhythm, rising and falling naturally with each intake of breath, the impossible curves and contours of splendour masked in a captivating silhouette, glistening against the low lighting of the room, revealing nothing less than perfection.

Faces touched, lips met and mouths crashed together in a smouldering kiss, her warm breasts flattening against his chest, inquisitive tongues invading mouths, searching and duelling, twirling and dancing over teeth, two hearts beating as one, two bodies converging in a physical exchange of passion. 

The embrace, the closeness, lust and urgency fuelling the fire of pursuit and expectation, inhibitions melting away, the need, the desire, the acquaintance of touch washing away guilt, his earlier declaration about valued friendship evaporating in the heat of passion, lips parting, breaking from the sanctuary of the kiss, stealing warm breath from each other's mouths, breathing in the intimacy, the promise of engagement, breathing in the scent of arousal, the aroma of excitement, the smell of sex.

Fingers gliding with sensuous meaning, embarking on a journey of sexual discovery, tracing her ears, her nose and her face, sweeping over her back and down her waist, dancing lightly over soft sensitive skin, exploring every smooth texture and feminine curves, fondling and squeezing her breasts, nipping and pulling each nipple, squeezing her bottom and parting the soft globes, a probing finger gently teasing the anal opening, the unexpected intrusion forcing a gasp and soft whimpered cry, the threatening lump growing inside his pants bringing a smile to her lips. 

"It feels like someone is ready to get down to business," she smiled, arousal flirting with curiosity, lowering her hand and squeezing the impressive goods. 

"Let me help you with that," she offered, in a low sultry voice, impatient fingers loosening the buttons on his shirt, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zip on his trousers, slipping her fingers into the waist and pulling his pants and briefs over his thighs, pausing to admire the magnificent standing object peeking through his shirt.

A body swimming in a sea of testosterone and hormonal chaos, a heart banging inside his chest, a surge of blood rushing into genitalia, impatient gestures responding to impulsive urges, removing his shirt and kicking his shoes across the floor, almost losing his balance as he stepped out of his trousers. 

A brief exchange of lips, gentleness courting affection, lifting her in his arms as if she was no heavier than a child, walking into the open lounge area and laying her down on one of the rugs in front of the open fire, pausing briefly to gaze at the vision of wonder before him, a welcoming smile playing upon her lips, an aching vulva open and inviting, the warm liquid heat manifesting between her legs indicating her readiness and her willingness to submit to a commitment of coital interaction. 

Urgency responding to expectation, dropping to his knees in an intimate union of sixty-nine, his buttocks hovering above her face, his oval testicles swinging precariously in a tender sack, dangling like two hairy plums, occasionally brushing her chin and nose, slipping his hands between her warm thighs, parting her legs and opening her body, his talented tongue embarking on a thrilling journey over her navel and pubic bone, tracing a moist path over the soft skin of her inner thighs, his mouth following the warm wet trail of saliva, his lips peppering soft kisses along her thighs, his tongue leaving a trail of fire over her burning skin. 

Pulling the cheeks of his bottom apart and running a finger along the perineum, pulling the dark pubic hair inside the crack of his buttocks and probing his anus, moving away from the anal enquiry, gripping the fleshy limb in her hand, working him hard, back and forth, pulling the tight foreskin over the bulbous head, stretching it down the swollen shaft, sweeping her tongue over the hairy scrotum and cradling his balls in her hand, giving each one a gentle squeeze before taking them into her mouth, swirling the hairy spheres over her playful tongue, nipping the rough skin gently between her teeth, letting them slip from her mouth to the sanctuary of the scrotum, traces of lipstick coating the rugged skin. 

The warmth of his mouth, the acquaintance of touch and the electric sensation of his velvety tongue travelling south and bathing her naval inviting pleasurable moans and a simulation of persuasive movements, his nimble fingers moving in a timeless dance, following the moist trail of his mouth, his lips feathering traces of fire over her soft thighs, pressing his chin against the pubic bone, increasing the pressure, letting her feel the heat of his breath, a well-practiced tongue gifted in the art of cunnilingus searching through the pubic jungle, feeling the fine silky hairs slipping between his lips, vaginal fluids mixing with oral secretions, the musky odours of sex teasing his nostrils, his warm wet tongue moving with heightened intensity, licking and tasting, feasting on the soft petals, lavishly licking the delicate tissue around the urethra, twirling in sensuous circles over the moist wings and petals, coaxing the clitoris pearl hidden beneath the sanctuary of its protective hood. 

The sensation of touch, a wanting woman aching with desire, impulsive urges stimulating senses, warm fluids seeping from a burning vulva, long wheezing gasps and deep shallow moans turning into urgent cries, a moment of impulsive euphoria gathering behind clenched teeth, tight lips blowing a breathless whisper of encouragement.

A pelvic movement, an urgent gesture of intimacy inviting a gentle rhythm of involuntary thrusts, lifting her bottom slightly from the floor, his skilful fingers parting the outer lips of her labia, opening her body and sliding two fingers between the slippery folds of flesh, entering and penetrating her inner depths, sliding in and slipping out, hard and fast, opening and closing, curling and dragging his fingers against the inner walls, twisting and turning, stretching her inner core, going in pursuit of the g-spot.

"Oh Yes...Oh fucking yes," she urged. "Don't stop," she begged. "More. More fingers," she pleaded. "Oh! Yes...that feels so fucking good," she cursed, thrashing her head from side to side, the promise of euphoric release running up and down her spine. 

The waves of passion consumed her body in repeating tremors, explosive emotions flooding through her body in a powerful surge of blissful contractions, pelvic muscles tightening and legs stiffening, grabbing his buttocks with both hands and digging her fingernails into the soft flesh, lifting her hips and pushing her vulva hard against his face, letting him smell the heat of passion, letting him taste the fluids of arousal, breathing in the aroma of sex, grunts clinging to muted cries, rapture and euphoria claiming her body, moans and groans joining whispers of endearment, calming words turning into filthy obscenities. 




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"I'm coming. Fuck!" she screamed. "Oh my God!" she cursed. "Oh please God!" she shouted. "Faster. Harder!" she screamed. "I'm fucking coming," she hissed. "I'm...Ahhh...Ohhh... Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, my God...Fuck me...Ahhhhhhhhhh." 

The intensity of the most monumental release flooded her body in an ocean of ecstasy, spasm after spasm flowing through her body in a torrent of convulsing tremors, fluids of passion coating his mouth and teasing his nostrils, words gathering behind tight lips, moans and groans stumbling over curses, screams muted through clenched teeth, incoherent words escaping from an abandoned mouth, a body undulating in the aftershocks of a frenzied orgasm, breasts rising and falling and lungs burning for oxygen, sucking in precious air in short panting gasps, trying to calm from the storm, waiting for the tremors to subside, a body surrendering into silence.

A contented smile, a deep sigh and breathless mutterings, brushing away a few strands of hair hanging over her face, gestures and persuasive hand movements was all she could manage until her breathing had calmed enough and she could operate her mouth. 

"Wow!" she managed to utter. "I'm absolutely drained. I want to stand up but my legs are trembling so much I don't think they are capable of supporting my body." 

He lifted her from the floor and put her down on a one of the sofas in front of the fire, the flames casting shadows of the phallic object against the wall.

"I'll have to do something about satisfying that beautiful specimen," she said, in a breathless whisper. "But if you're going to fuck me you're going to have to carry me up the stairs," she smiled, offering her hand.

There must be more than sixteen stairs. Fucking old buildings, he thought, thankful that he still had the strength in his legs to carry her up the creaking stairs. 

He was heading to his bedroom when she pointed a finger in the opposite direction. 

"A double bed will be more fun," she smiled, flashing her eyes with wicked intent, a shiver of excitement running up her spine as he eased her to the floor, a playful hand grabbing his swollen appendage, skipping along the corridor, swaying her hips and wriggling her bottom with alluring fascination, a smile and a curling finger beckoning him into the room. 

The bedroom was spacious boasting a huge four-poster bed and an en-suite bathroom in the corner of the room. A table lamp next to the bed threw soft light and shadows across the room and a row of mirrored wardrobes opposite the bed offered endless opportunities for furtive observation. 

Heart beats raced and pulses throbbed, urgency stimulating arousal, expectation fuelling the fire of passion, eyes met and lips touched, two hungry mouths crashing together in a pulsating kiss, eager tongues invading mouths, duelling in a battle, dancing to a salsa, twirling and wrestling, a mutual exchange of breathless whispers laden with sexual desire, lust overflowing with passion, urgent gestures responding to touch, a tangle of hands moving to persuasive instincts, sweeping over familiar curves, touching and feeling, probing and searching, arms wrapping around each other, two lovers embracing in a courtship of intimacy, two impatient bodies suffocating in the heat of passion. 

Falling on the bed, the mattress creaking under their weight, cradling her weighty breasts in both hands, feeling the soft flesh between his fingers, nipping and rolling her nipples between his finger and thumb, pulses increasing by the second, her shapely breasts rising and falling in rhythm with a racing heartbeat, arching her back slightly from the bed, lost in the erotic sensation, whispers of encouragement willing him to take her body, a compelling urge for oral stimulation, pleading for his hungry mouth to feast on her tits. 

Planting lingering kisses across her chest, an inquisitive hand moving with meaningful pursuit over her stomach, pushing her hot tits up to his waiting mouth, tasting the sweetness and the warmth of her skin, sweeping and wriggling his tongue in an intoxicating dance, sucking one nipple and then the other, gripping one in gentle capture between his teeth, her fingers pulling recklessly at his hair, her voice fading into pleading whispers of urgency, her invitation to suck them hard hissed through clenched teeth. 

The unexpected ringing of the telephone interrupted their moment of passion. 

A blanket of silence suddenly descended on the room.

"I have to get that," she sighed, lifting her shoulders and frowning in resignation, the bedspring squeaking in quiet protest as she lifted from the bed, a familiar wetness pooling between her legs forcing another sigh and a hesitant pause before picking up the phone. 

"Hello," she whispered into the mouthpiece..."Oh hi," she answered, pointing a finger at the phone, pursing her lips and silently mouthing 'Charles.' "Are you having a good time? What's the weather like in Spain?" She asked, her words full of pretence, a playful smile pulling at her lips, flashing her eyes with hungry pursuit, her demeanour embarking on a precarious undertaking, walking slowly towards the bed, the telephone cord coiling in her wake, a warm hand reaching down and gripping his meaty length, working his cock up and down with shameless amusement.

"No... I'm just about to go to bed," she said truthfully..."Yes we had dinner at the Bella Roma. Bruno sends his best wishes," she added..."No. I'm alone in my bedroom," she lied..."No, he didn't... No, we haven't... He has a meeting first thing in the morning so he decided to have an early night," she lied again..."Okay, enjoy the golf. I'll see you in a few days," she said, dropping the telephone into the cradle, a deep sigh of relief bringing a wide smile to her mouth and a renewed vigour in her step, falling on the bed in a playful giggle, her dignity lost in the increasing pulse between her thighs, parting her legs and opening her body, giving him an inviting view of the precious delights awaiting him.

Ignoring the brief interruption his warm tongue embarking on a journey of irresistible need, marking a warm wet path over the smooth soft skin of her stomach, caressing the toned sculptured curves of her waist, pausing to slide the tip of his tongue into her naval, bathing the curves and textures of smooth skin, sweeping a moist trail along the edge of pubic hair, peppering soft kisses between her inner thighs, dancing in slow figure of eight circles over soft receptive erogenous zones, blowing and licking, nibbling the sensitive frills, teasing the moist flaps of her burning vulva.

"Oh yes...Oh, fucking yes," she cursed. "Oh, please don't stop," she begged, sweeping her fingers through his hair, keeping his head pressed against her warm wet entrance, his nimble fingers gliding in a sensuous and seductive tempo over the swollen clitoris before slipping inside the warm wet depths of her sheath, opening her centre and probing her inner sanctum, her body responding to the stimulation, arching her back and moving her hips in gentle thrusts, meeting the force, slippery fingers moving in and out of her body, opening her legs wide and drawing them in deeper, a moist opening aching for penetration, fluids of passion flowing from her glistening pocket, breathing in the musky aromas of passion, the odours of mature sex. 

Words whispered in panting gasps and deep intakes of breath, her fingers grabbing the bed sheet, the warmth of his mouth and the tip of his tongue brushing against the urethra, sweeping over the sensitive hood and teasing the clitoris, thrusting her hips to meet his mouth, waves of lust washing over her, a compelling urge to taste his cock, high-pitched moans and suffocating groans, pants and wheezes stealing the breath from her lungs, arousal forcing curses between tight lips, propelling her senses into overload.

Eager, hot and hungry, a body driven by responsive need, expectation stimulating lust and passion, shifting her weight on the bed, lifting and straddling over his body in an intimate alignment of north and south, balanced on both knees, her bottom perched above his face, vagina and anus open and inviting, her warm wet mouth travelling in a downward path, her pendulous breasts swinging and bouncing, sweeping over his chest, letting him feel the welcoming softness, the weight and the warmth of her tits, the stimulation of touch, the arousal of hard nipples brushing sensuously against his skin. 

A pause and a snorting gasp, sucking in air through her nose, breathing in his masculine aroma, rejoicing in the sweet smell of sweat, her skilful tongue marking a warm wet trail from his knees and over his muscular thighs, feeling his sturdy erection brushing against the side of her face, closing her eyes and running a teasing finger through his pubic hair, dragging a finger nail over the rough skin of his scrotum and along the throbbing limb, teasing the smooth head and probing the small eye, grabbing the bulging veined object with both hands, clutching the swollen flesh between her fingers, feeling the pulse of blood surging through the web of blue veins, working the length back and forth, sweeping her tongue in a playful dance around the rim of the glistening helmet and over the engorged head, easing him into her hungry mouth, taking him deep, the colossal girth stretching her lips and making her gag, easing him out slowly and dragging her teeth over the sensitive membrane, looking into the mirror, rejoicing in the erotic reflection, wiggling the tip of her tongue in the myopic eye, savouring the taste of his sticky arousal. 

An urgent adjustment on the bed, the mattress squeaking under her weight, lifting from the oral position and squatting on top of him with both knees on each side of his hips and both hands outstretched on the bed, hovering over his torso, feeling the intimidating force pressing hard against her bottom, her blue eyes shimmering with lustful intent, her breathing rapid, the onset of dampness building between her legs, her feline frame arched upwards like a prowling lioness scenting prey, moving her hips and wriggling her bottom, her pendulous breasts swinging from side to side, her nipples brushing against his face, her buttocks rocking back and forth in a seductive dance over the perilous attachment. 

She smiled into his eyes, the corners of her mouth lifting in a wicked smile, the promise of suggestion dancing behind her eyes, sweeping her tongue over her top lip with flirtatious intent, leaning forward and sliding down his sculptured stomach, her shapely tits flattening against his chest, her bottom resting on his muscular thighs, cupping her weighty breasts in each hand and lowering them over the monstrous limb, pushing her tits together and wrapping them around the length, capturing the swollen limb firmly between her bosoms. 

Sliding up and down in a slow seductive tempo, the throbbing muscle a prisoner in her cleavage, watching the small eye opening on the downward stroke and then closing on the upward motion, a breathless moan and a grunting groan hissing between tight lips, the euphoria of his impending release interrupting her teasing intimacy, shifting her weight on the bed, sitting up and letting his cock slip from her cleavage.

A moist vulva rubbing against his meaty length and a familiar sensation flooding her thighs, a compulsive urge for penetration, reaching down in hungry pursuit of carnal pleasure, gripping the sturdy flesh in her hand and guiding his massive cock in line with her receptive sleeve, opening her body and preparing the moist lips for entry, a whispered cry and a hissing curse blurted through tight lips, nine-and-a-half-inches of hard flesh easing inside her body, her vulva stretching to accommodate the long thick column, thrusting his hips back and forth, the formidable length completing its journey to the cervix, the muscles of her inner walls tightening around the thick shaft, her clitoris rubbing against the hard limb, the pleasurable acquaintance teasing her senses with heightened expectation. 

Bodies connecting, hips and pelvis moving to persuasive urges, pulling him deeper inside her portal of pleasure, raising her bottom slightly, lifting and lowering, up and down, gaining momentum, joining and separating, easing him in and easing him out, lifting and dropping, thrusting and grinding, wiggling and thrashing, lifting and lowering, hard and fast, soft and slow, the threatening limb breaching the fleshy folds, stretching her burning entrance, the pace quickening, curses joining gasps, pants and grunts smothered under the sound of a banging headboard and squeaking bed springs. 

She was fucking him. He was fucking her. Two bodies fucking to a chorus of urgent grunts and a verbal commentary of filthy curses, a brief exchange of compliments, heads swimming in euphoric glory, rejoicing in the heat of passion, caressing and squeezing her breasts, capturing her nipples between his finger and thumb, nipping and pulling, bruising her body and torturing her senses, electrical charges exploding in a blinding light of euphoria, the invading force probing and penetrating her inner depths, reaching the limits of the vaginal vault, banging against the cervix, her body tensing, her toes curling, a climax building, thrusts gathering speed, lifting and lowering, up and down, easing the massive object inside her body, stretching and filling, violating her burning vulva with an uncompromising force, each thrust pushing her closer and closer towards the edge.

"Oh...Yes...Yes...Ahhh...Fucking yes," she cried. "Ohhh... Ahhhh. I'm...I'm...cuuminng!" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! she screamed, deep guttural moans and cries of orgasmic euphoria hissing and wheezing through gritted teeth, arching her back and letting her head fall back, a shudder and a violent thrashing of limbs, the walls of her vagina contracting and gripping his swollen cock, the warmth, the relentless force, the energy of a tidal wave, the overwhelming heat of passion washing over her in a crescendo of rapid spasms, an impossible release, an inner fire igniting tremors of elation, hot fluids spilling from a burning vulva, a breath-taking orgasm pushing her over the edge, breathless pants and wheezing gasps stumbling over choking sighs, her arms giving way under her weight, collapsing on his chest, a vulva bruised and burning, a head spinning in a delirium of blissful ecstasy. 

Ignoring her moment of orgasmic bliss and her breathless pleas for calm, clutching her bottom and lifting her up, pulling her down the slippery shaft, lifting and lowering, pushing his sturdy limb deep inside her wet orifice, keeping his strokes to a steady pace, pushing in and pulling out, increasing the momentum, sweeping his hands over her bottom, pulling the soft cheeks apart and slipping a finger into her anus, thrusting and grinding, fucking hard and fucking fast, each thrust penetrating deeper and deeper, his liquid pleasure erupting with the force of a volcano, emotional lava filling her warm depths, splashing against the inner walls, coating the mouth of her bruised cervix, groaning out his pleasure as the last tremors of his ball crushing climax spilled from his body. 

Lost in a moment of sensory fulfilment, unprepared for the Intensity of the overpowering release, gripping the bed sheets with both hands and lifting her weight, his softening organ slipping from her body, their bond of passion broken in trailing strings of seminal fluids, falling face down on the bed, two bodies melting together in pools of perspiration, sucking in precious air, gasps fading into silence, waiting for calm.

The welcoming surge of nicotine drawn into lungs and an exchange of compassionate words and meaningful compliments broke the brief silence, the mere mention of the telephone call with Charles filling her head with confusion and uncertainty.

"The lies...The deceit...He said I could sleep with you...Why didn't I just tell him what we were up to," she uttered, her eyes searching his for assurance, his nodding head and occasional grunt offering little comfort. 

"Why didn't I just tell Charles we were in bed?" she repeated, blowing a stream of smoke through a frustrated sigh, knowing that a confession was inevitable.

A long painted finger nail sweeping over his stomach and an invitation laden with flirtatious suggestion interrupted his nodding head.

"I want you in the shower." she said, more of a command than an invitation, rolling of the bed, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet, flashing her eyes with lustful intent, skipping with eager enthusiasm across the bedroom floor, heading to the en-suite bathroom, any thoughts of a confrontation with Charles brushed from her mind. 

The warm stream of water poured from the shower head, splashing her face and soaking her hair, spilling over feminine curves and disappearing between the bubble shaped cheeks of her bottom, slippery hands and curious fingers roaming over smooth skin, probing and exploring, groping and searching, infusing the delicate curves of her neck with warm kisses of affection, blowing in her ear and sweeping his tongue from the base of her neck, marking a sensuous trail over her shoulders, lifting her chin and peppering kisses over her nose and eyes, lips meeting and mouths opening, tongues courting affection, twirling and probing in an intimate dance, the persuasion of touch, the interaction of genitalia responding to impulse, the intimacy momentarily broken by an overwhelming need and a desperate urgency for penetration.

"Fuck me from the back," she said, brushing water from her face and turning on her heels, her arms outstretched against the wall and her hands flat against the tiles, arching her back and opening her legs, feeling the pulse of his throbbing muscle pressing against her bottom, feeling his masterful hands gliding over her waist and his playful fingers brushing through the thick bush of pubic hair, applying a little pressure over the pubic bone, parting the outer lips and teasing the delicate folds of her inner labia, sliding inside and slipping out, stimulating her clitoris, the arousal of touch heightening expectation, soft whimpering moans of encouragement overflowing with desire, a pleading voice craving for cock. 

Sliding his hands between the slippery globes, pulling the soft cheeks apart and sliding a finger into the soapy groove, teasing the dark secret entrance and probing the sphincter, slipping a finger slowly and gently into her private place of intimacy, the unexpected invasion captured in the hesitancy of a whimpered cry and a whispered gasp.

There was nothing to compare to that invigorating feeling you get when you fuck a woman covered from head to toe in soapy water. He wasn't sure if it was the slippery movement of hands running reckless over body parts or the assistance it offered when attempting to penetrate a tight opening. 

A body responding to impulsive persuasion, imagination feeding curiosity, an irresistible urge for anal penetration sweeping away hesitancy, arching her back and pouting her bottom, spreading her legs and opening her body, both hands finding purchase against the wall, a shuffle, a wiggle of her hips and a fleeting glance over her shoulder, a broad smile, a nod of approval and a whispered invitation dancing behind tight lips. 

The soft cheeks parted, the dark anal shrine open and inviting, the sphincter muscles pulsing around the rectal pocket, gripping his swollen appendage firmly in his hand, guiding the smooth head against the tight opening, the soapy lubricant assisting penetration, pushing slowly and gently at first until the anal passage yielded and the gruesome limb slid slowly inside her bottom. 

"Oh, my God!" she cursed, her voice echoing inside the steamy enclosure, sucking in air between gritted teeth, a hesitant pause and an uncomfortable shuffle, the unexpected visitor an unfamiliar display of intimacy, a contorted face looking over her shoulder, reaching back with her hand and gripping his arm, a moment of unnerving silence hanging between them.




Persuasive Approval



"Give me a moment," she sighed, her voice barely a whisper, a painful cry and a choking gasp blowing from a breathless mouth, the brief pause giving her time to regain her composure before letting go of his arm, a reassuring smile brushing away the need for caution, a deep intake of breath and a nod of her head signalling her willingness to continue. 

A moment of composure and a renewed enthusiasm, easing in gently and easing out slowly, a soft lazy rhythm of give and take, an exchange of coital intimacy, discomfort surrendering to pleasure, hands reaching back, gripping his buttocks and urging him forward, wriggling her hips and pushing back to meet the force, momentum gathering pace, thrashing her head from side to side, her tits swinging recklessly, her body jerking with each pounding thrust, easing in and pulling out, entering and retreating, balls deep inside her bruised bottom, sphincter pulsing in quiet protest, anal muscles tightening over the thick muscle gripping his cock like a vice, giving and taking, giving more, taking more, the threatening length and impossible girth, stretching and filling the dark abyss with an unforgiving force.

A collection of unrecognisable sounds spilling in muted curses from a helpless mouth, uncomfortable shuffles, painful grunts and short gasping pants, moans following groans, a burning sensation claiming her tight orifice, the dark shrine of intimacy bleeding fluids, a frustrated sigh hissed between tight lips, tearful eyes looking back over her shoulder, her bruised mascara smearing her face, painful whispers stumbling over agonising cries. 

"You're too big. It hurts. I think my legs are about to give way."

Easing the blockage slowly from her body, a sigh of relief spilling in snorting gasps from a breathless mouth, a bruised and battered body pleading for calm, but the suggestive movements of an intimidating force bobbing urgently against her bottom were letting her know that calm would have to wait a little longer.

"Oh fucking yes," she cried, a renewed vigour in her voice, the brutal entry parting the fleshy folds, stretching the inner walls of the vaginal vault, wriggling and swaying her hips in a mutual rhythm of give and take, body-to-body, flesh-to-flesh, feeling the force of his hard thighs smacking mercilessly against her buttocks, thrusting and banging, grinding and penetrating, fucking like a wild stallion in heat. 

"I'm coming, she screamed. Fuck me harder...Fuck me faster," she pleaded. "I'm coming. I'm fucking coming... Ohhhhhhh" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she shouted, pushing her hips back and driving him deeper, feeling the bulbous head battering the cervix, a crescendo of muscle contractions and a sea of spasms flooding her body in an ocean of ecstasy, cries of bliss and filthy curses bouncing off the shower walls, a shuddering explosion between her legs, a teeth-clenching orgasm rushing through her burning body, the heat of copulation and the combustion of their union spinning her head into sensory overload, a delirium of coital elation consuming her body. 

A libido without restraint, his endless stamina without compromise, vaginal fluids spilling down the long shaft, in and out, back and forth, deeper and deeper, hard and fast, plunging in and pulling out, penetrating and stretching, a perpetual battering ram filling her body with hard flesh, his legs stiffening, his calve muscles tightening and his body tensing, his balls boiling, seminal fluids embarking on its irrevocable journey up the shaft, reaching the summit in an explosive release. 

A phenomenal quantity of seminal ballast spilled with a force inside her body, spurt after spurt of his milky white cargo washing the inner walls of her vagina until the last drops of liquid pleasure drained from his testicles and his softening penis slipped from her body. 

No words were spoken as they staggered breathlessly from the shower. The aftermath of the knee-trembling orgasm and the brutal invasion of her bottom had left her incapable of speech or any movement in her legs. 

Falling on the bed and pulling the bed sheets over her battered and bruised body, a fleeting glance at the clock on the bedside table a cruel reminder that the early morning staff would be arriving for work in less than three hours. Flicking the switch on the lamp and resting her head on the pillow she closed her eyes.

The telephone started ringing...



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I have written previously about the time that Dave, my boss, seduced me while my husband was away on a business trip. That was the first time I had extra-marital sex. Despite the initial guilt feelings, the sex on that occasion had been so erotic and stimulating that I could not refuse further escapades with Dave. What made it even more exciting for me was that sex with my husband also got better – probably as I became less inhibited.

Dave regularly created situations where we could indulge in various levels and forms of sex. Much of this was at short notice, and so it made it even more exciting not knowing when and where I would have my next orgasm or be naked with my boss again. I soon took to wearing sexy underwear at all times, partly because it kept me feeling sexy, but also so that I was always ready for Dave.

Although Dave engineered other opportunities as well, most of our sex took place at the office. Dave would arrange for me to work late and as soon as everybody had left the office we would drop the work for more exciting things. We did it all over the office – on his desk, in my desk chair, on the boardroom table, and in every position imaginable. Dave got me to be far more adventurous and less inhibited than I had been in the past. Things I had considered taboo previously now became erotic escapades. The more sex I had the more my appetite for sex seemed to grow.

After one particularly uninhibited session of amazing erotic stimulation and orgasmic sex in his office, Dave told me that he wanted me completely exposed to him and so wanted to shave my pussy. 

I hesitated, thinking that this was something rather radical that I certainly couldn't hide from my husband. Would it make him suspicious? On the other hand it probably would feel quite sexy being naked down there.

Dave obviously saw my body language and read my mind, and quickly said, "Oh come on Sally, just tell your husband that you thought you would give him a little surprise that would spice up your sex life with him."

When I nodded in agreement, Dave took me by surprise by pulling out shaving kit from his desk drawer. I had forgotten that he sometimes shaved at the office. He fetched some water from the bathroom and then instructed me to sit on the edge of the desk and to spread my legs so that he could shave me. The slight nervousness of having a sharp razor operating near my pussy was soon forgotten, as I got turned on by him touching, caressing and working between my legs. When he was finished I ran my hand over the smooth area and was amazed at how erotic it felt. Dave also could not resist and moved his mouth over my smooth pussy, expertly licking and sucking all my sensitive areas. It was not long before my body shuddered in orgasm again.

By now I was so tender from all the sex that I had to ask Dave to stop. I slid off the desk and started getting dressed. When I looked for my panties, Dave smiled at me and explained with a naughty glint in his eye that my pussy would be able to cool off more effectively if it was not covered. I could get my panties back the next day he said.

Needless to say it had the opposite effect, especially having been just been shaved down there for the first time. I felt all the breezes and so felt more exposed than ever. What a turn on that was. By the time I got home, I was totally horny again and ready for sex with my husband. I barely managed to wait until we had finished dinner, and then showed him my new look. He loved the shaved look and this resulted in the best oral sex he had given me in years. He never questioned why – he liked it so much.

While my sex life was in top gear, I was actually being very successful with sales as well. After a few months Dave announced that he wanted me to take over some of the customers that he had personally been dealing with, so that he could concentrate on building other areas of the business. I was happy for the promotion and looked forward to the new challenges.

The next morning we set off to meet with his customers and to introduce me. 

I had chosen to wear a formal outfit consisting of a slim fit, buttoned blouse that showed just a bit of cleavage and a sensible length skirt that revealed just enough leg to tempt but still look professional. Underneath that I dressed for Dave, with a nice sexy lacy bra, and a matching lacy thong, just in case we had an opportunity for some erotic fun.

We had a few customer visits in the morning, which went well, with most of them happy to work with me in future. Only one woman's body language seemed to imply that she did not approve of me – possibly because her boss was clearly enjoying my cleavage.

Next we went off for lunch with a long established, very good client, by the name of Matt. We were to give him a presentation on our company's new systems at his office after lunch. Dave warned me that Matt could be very demanding but that if we worked to keep him satisfied he was very loyal to our company.

I found Matt very pleasant company over lunch, and started to relax as the meal went on. Matt did not seem in a hurry to get back to the office so we sipped quite a bit of wine while chatting. I noticed that Matt's eyes drifted down to my cleavage ever so often. Since it was not a lecherous stare I found it quite a sexy sort of compliment. He could get a hint of what I allowed Dave to enjoy to the full.

All feeling quite relaxed, we headed back to Matt's office for the presentation. As I was setting up the computer and projector, Matt quipped that he hoped I was good at selling, as he was a tough customer that needed a lot of persuasion. I assured him that I was very professional with a good sales track record and so was unlikely to leave there disappointed.

Dave and Matt sat at the boardroom table while I stood next to the screen and went ahead with the 

presentation. Normally at the start of a presentation I would be quite nervous but after the wine at lunch I was feeling relaxed. Matt did not ask questions or pass comment as I spoke, but I did notice his eyes on my cleavage a number of times. I was getting a little uncomfortable at the lack of questions so 

I stopped and asked Matt if everything was clear.

Matt looked directly into my eyes and said, "It is fairly clear to me at this stage, but you are not being very persuasive. If you removed your blouse I think it would help me come around to your point of view."

He seemed absolutely serious, and I stood there totally dumbfounded, just staring back at Matt. I looked to Dave for help, hoping he could talk us out of this situation. Dave took his cue, but the response was not what I expected.

Smiling at me he said, "Oh come on Sally, just do it to add a little spice to the presentation. Only Matt is here and the door is locked. Nobody else will know. Go ahead – take your blouse off!!"

My mind was reeled in confusion. Here was my lover encouraging me to stand in front of a stranger in only my bra - and he almost certainly would have guessed that I was wearing a very lacy see-through bra. I started to object about this not being professional, but Dave cut me short and reminded me that Matt was a very important customer.

As I looked back at both men I could see from their expressions that they were fully expecting me to comply. Feeling extremely apprehensive, but sensing that I would cause quite an upset if I did not comply, I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse and let it slide off my arms.

I awkwardly hung the blouse over the nearest chair and stood up front again. I was very aware of how transparent my bra was, and there was no way of hiding my hardening nipples. I tried to cover up my embarrassment and nervousness, by putting on a defiant look and attitude. In fact I was also trying to cover up the slight thrill I experienced at being relatively exposed to this stranger.

Matt smiled and said that I was making more sense now. Staring straight at my hard nipples he quipped, "Your points are more persuasive now!"

His comment made me blush and made my nipples go rock hard. I focused on the screen and 

continued my presentation, sensing that both men were concentrating more on my breasts than the 

slide show.

I was just getting a little more used to my state of dress when Matt shook his head. 

"Sally, although the presentation has improved, I think you will only convince me of the products merits if you complete the slide show without your skirt."

Hell this can't be happening, I thought as I looked to Dave appealingly. I was only wearing a very small, super sexy thong. I could not stand in front of my customer dressed like I was ready for sex.

Dave sat back and smiled at me. "Go on Sally - you are nearly finished. Let Matt enjoy the rest of the presentation. You certainly would be very persuasive making your sales pitch dressed in your bra and panties. I'm sure Matt will not ask for you to take any more off during the last bit of the presentation."

Matt nodded in agreement. Again I was confronted by two men fully expecting me to comply with 

their wishes.

"Okay," I said hesitantly, "But that is it and I will not have to remove any more clothing. Is that our understanding?"

Matt nodded his head again. I felt myself blush a second time that afternoon as I unzipped my skirt and let it slide to the floor. With the small lacy thong it was quite clear that my pussy was shaved, while my entire butt was exposed. An involuntary shiver went through my pussy. While I was further embarrassed, I did find myself getting turned on at having these 2 men watching me dressed only in the skimpiest underwear. Thankfully my figure was in good shape from my regular gym workouts.

I rushed through the rest of the presentation wanting to get my clothes on before my state of arousal became too obvious. Once I could get my clothes back on it would be less obvious. As I reached the end, I looked at Matt and asked if he had been persuaded of the presentation.

"You certainly make some very attractive points," he said again staring unashamedly at my very pointed nipples.

"However, I still need to get to the bottom of the business case. Please come over here and explain the financial aspects," he added and indicated for me to go and stand next to him to talk through the papers he had in front of him.

He had me in a bit of a dilemma. Standing up at the screen a few feet away from Matt was very 

different to standing right next to him given my state of dress. Dave was already walking around the table to Matt's side, and beckoned me to join him.

"I'll help you get through this quickly with Matt," he said very disarmingly. 

Not knowing how to argue against this I moved next to Matt and bent down to start explaining the numbers. Dave stood the other side of me and put his hand on my back, which felt quite comforting. As Dave leaned forward so as to be able to see the papers, the pressure from his hand increased causing me to put both hands on the table to keep my balance.

This placed the edge of my bra covered breast quite close to Matt's face. He smiled in appreciation and without hesitation brought one hand up and caressed the underside of my breast. Instinctively I tried to move away but found I could not with Dave's hand still keeping me bent over.

"Matt, please don't do that. Please respect the fact that I am a married woman," I protested, and looked at him pleadingly. My body was already responding to the erotic thrill of being right up next to two men while being very under-dressed. I really did not want to be further stimulated.

Ignoring my comment, he continued the caressing and told me to focus on explaining the financial 

numbers I had prepared. I tried to explain the numbers logically but it was not easy as I was getting stimulated from Matt's gentle caresses. His hand was were now moving from one lacy covered breast to another. With the caresses Matt occasionally squeezed my nipples, which extracted a little sigh from me each time. I could not believe how hard and pointed my nipples had got, and what a shiver was sent through me every time Matt tweaked them.

"Matt and Dave – please don't do this to me," I protested, looking at them hoping to end the 

stimulation. My body was starting to respond to Matt's touch and I did not know how much longer I could resist. Dave detected the slight quiver in my voice, which he knew indicated that I was getting turned on.

"It seems as though you are enjoying Matt's touch Sally – but your bra is spoiling the experience," chirped Dave, unclipping my bra strap, while maintaining the pressure on my back. 

I was forced to keep my hands on the table to keep my balance as my bra slid down my arms. I felt a distinct thrill as my 36C tits and rock hard nipples became fully exposed.

"Oh God no!!. Dave why are you doing this?" I exclaimed as Matt and Dave each grasped a tit and started massaging. It felt so good - but I knew it was wrong and my brain was telling me that this should go no further.

Trying to prevent any further exposure, I feebly said, "Matt, you clearly said you would not ask me to take any more clothes off."

"Sally, we will stick to our word and not ask YOU to take any more clothes off. Instead, WE will take your clothes off," he chuckled and continued rolling my exposed nipple.

At this point I stopped all pretence of continuing with the business meeting. Clearly the focus was now much more sexual. I was also getting really turned on and was just letting Matt and Dave have free reign with my tits.

Regular moans escaped from my lips as the fondling continued. It crossed my mind that if this continued, I would almost certainly be naked with these 2 men very soon. I had never been in this situation before – and I found the prospect seriously erotic.

Dave sensed that I had now submitted to the erotic pleasure I was experiencing. The hand that was pressing on my back slid down over my arse. His fingers traced down my butt crack and in between my legs sending a shiver through me. As he made contact with my pussy, through my thong I groaned partly in pleasure and partly in anticipation.

He rubbed me briefly through the meager cloth, before sliding it aside and slipping a finger inside my dripping wet pussy. 

"OHHHHHHHHH" I groaned in satisfaction. My body and mind had now submitted completely to the 

gratifying pleasure. I stopped caring that I was just about naked and in the throes of pleasure in front of another man, who was both a customer and a stranger. 

Just as I started to ride the thrust of Dave fingering my pussy he stopped and told me to stand up straight. He turned me to face Matt.

"I think it's time to get totally naked for Matt and show him your nicely shaved pussy," he said slowly sliding my thong down to my ankles. I did not even have a chance to object – not that I would have, as I was so turned on now.

Matt placed a hand on my knee and slowly slid it up toward my exposed pussy. All the while he was 

looking me straight in the eye. I was not sure if he was checking my eyes for defiance or if he wanted to see how I responded to the prospect of him touching my pussy. All he would have seen was growing lust in my eyes.

"Open your legs for me Sally," he instructed as his hand got to the top of my thigh. I hastily stepped out of the thong that was still around my ankles and stood with my feet apart.

"That's good! I like girls who follow instructions. I also like a shaved cunt because it means you are a naughty girl with a desire to expose yourself to men completely!" Matt teased.

"VERY EROTIC!" he said, at the same time sliding 2 fingers right up my pussy.

"AHHHHHHHHH. Oh my!" I exclaimed as a huge wave of pleasure rolled over me.

At this point Dave moved in behind me, slid his arms around me and started to roll and pull on my nipples. Having one man finger my pussy and rub my clit, with another massaging both nipples made my body shudder with erotic stimulation. I knew that I would soon orgasm if they continued.

Dave leaned into me and licked the side of my neck (which I also find thrilling), before saying in a very soft, seductive voice, "You have 2 men wanting to fuck you Sally. Do you want that to happen?"

The prospect was very exciting and brought me closer still to my orgasm. I nodded my head in 

acceptance.

"GOOD - you really are a horny lady," Matt smiled at me. "Have you ever had a threesome before Sally?"

"No, never," I replied, feeling almost slightly embarrassed at having to admit this.

"I'm sure you must have fantasized about two cocks pleasuring you. Would you like us to make your fantasy come true?" Matt tantalized me, as he stuck yet another finger up my pussy.

"Oh hell yesssssssssssssss! I panted, now totally submissive to the erotic pleasures.

As the thrill of the prospect hit home I started to cum. Matt and Dave both sensed it and turned up the tempo of their stimulation, turning it into a really huge orgasm.

"OHHHHHHHHH MY FUCK," I exclaimed totally losing any inhibitions about swearing. My body 

shuddered and shook as the men squeezed a totally complete orgasm out of me.

Dave lay me back on the boardroom table to recover. As I lay there in a state of erotic bliss I was aware of both men undressing. Wow – there is more to come I thought to myself.

Matt came over to the side of the table and stuck his rock hard cock close to my face. It was clear what he wanted, and I was happy to oblige. I eased over, opened my mouth and licked all round the tip of his long, thin cock before easing my lips over the end of his cock. It was quite a thrill sucking off only the second cock (other than my husband's cock) since I got married. I gently fondled Matt's ample 

balls as I slid my mouth up and down over his cock.

I was aware of Dave joining in the action. He eased me legs apart, and I felt his mouth close over my pussy. Despite my orgasm just a little earlier, I was still very horny which was compounded by the excitement I felt at stimulating Matt. It felt a real thrill at sexually pleasuring and sucking the 

cock of a man I had only met a few hours back. This was pure sex, and felt very erotic.

Dave soon had me sighing with pleasure as he lapped my pussy lips and clit, while occasionally shoving a finger or two up my pussy.

"Sally, you are a hot little woman. You obviously need more sex than you get at home. You love being fucked don't you?" Matt asked.

Lost in a world of eroticism I just nodded my head in reply, as I did not want to let go of his cock, which was starting to twitch. I sucked harder and stroked his cock faster, wanting to maximize the pleasure for this man. I felt like a bit of a slut, being so focused on pleasuring a relative stranger, but the erotic 

thrill was immense.

Matt's eased his cock a bit deeper in my mouth, as his breathing speeded up. When he slid his hand behind my head I knew he was about to cum and that he expected me to swallow his cum.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH" was all I heard as Matt's cock erupted in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as loads of cum filled my mouth. I found myself wondering at how different his cum tasted 

to my husband's cum.

Having completely spent his load Matt pulled back. "Fuck that was good!!" he said quite simply, making me feel great about what I had just done for him.

Meanwhile Dave had stopped licking my clit, but was still slowly fingering me. I think he had really enjoyed the sight of another man cumming in my mouth.

"Now it's time for a good fuck," Dave said, his voice full of lust. He moved my butt to the edge of the table and picked both my legs up onto his shoulders. He lined his cock up with my cunt and in one thrust shoved it all the way up.

"Oh Dave - that feels so gooooood," I exclaimed. I had not realized just how wet my pussy was, and just how ready I was for a cock, despite having orgasmed only a short while ago.




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I quickly started meeting his thrusts and was really enjoying the feeling of his cock pounding my pussy. The sexual tension started rising in me again, and with each thrust I let out a deep moan of pleasure. My eyes were closed enjoying every little sensation, when suddenly I felt a mouth closing around my nipple. Matt was leaning over me and sucking on one nipple while teasing the other with his hand.

This felt like the ultimate sexual experience – having one man fuck me while another stimulated my sensitive nipples. The combined sensation was just amazing, which was enhanced by the erotic mental state of knowing that 2 men were simultaneously working on my sexual pleasure. I was lost a sea of sexual bliss – and let out a huge sigh of pleasure.

With such an erotic state it was not long before the shivers running through my body indicted that I was heading towards my next orgasm. I really did not think I could orgasm so soon again.

Dave clearly read the signs and quickly stopped his thrusts. "Matt, are you ready to fuck Sally?"

Matt stood up, with a smile on his face, sprouting a raging hard on. "You bet I am!!!" 

I was impressed that he could be back in that state only minutes after he had cum in my mouth. Dave kept his cock buried in me until Matt had moved next to him. Dave quickly withdrew and Matt's cock slipped into my cunt within a second. It was an amazing feeling having one man's cock in your cunt, only to be replaced by a different cock seconds later. I felt like a slut but was loving it that these 2 men both wanted to fuck me.

As Matt started to stroke in and out of my cunt, Dave took over at sucking my nipples. He soon also started little caresses of my clit. It did not take long for the all this incredible stimulation to get me moaning and groaning again. I started panting as my orgasm approached. Dave had other plans. He stood back and told Matt to stop. 

"NO GUYS – Please don't stop now!!" I pleaded.

"Wow, it so erotic to see a respectable, married woman pleading to be fucked by other men," Matt 

commented, looking at the lust and frustration showing in my face and eyes.

Indicating to Matt that it was time to swap around again, Dave said to me, "I want you to get the most out of your first threesome - especially since it is not with your husband. We are going to take turns to fuck you and stimulate you. We will decide when it is time for you to cum Sally."

I was on such a sexual high that I happily submitted. "I am all yours – please just fuck me."

With that Dave resumed fucking me while Matt attended to all my other erotic stimulation spots. Each time I seemed to be approaching orgasm they would stop and exchange places. This took just long enough to pull me back from the edge, but still leave me desperate for sexual relief. Sometimes instead of fondling me Matt would stick his cock in my willing mouth again. 

Even in my wildest fantasies I had not dreamt that the pleasure and eroticism of a threesome could be so great. I felt like my body was being kept on the edge of orgasm, just waiting to explode in a surge of monumental sexual pleasure.

I had already experienced the fantastic stimulus of having each of the men's cocks in me a number of times when Dave asked Matt to stop what he was doing. Dave had his cock deep in me and said he was about to shoot his load right up my cunt, but did not want me to cum at the same time. With that he thrust into me a few more times before his cock erupted.

"OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS" he hissed. 

Just his shear expressions of pleasure and the feeling of his cum deep in my pussy nearly made me cum as well. I squeezed my pussy walls to extract all his juice.

As he got his breath back he sighed and smiled at me. "Hell, you are such a good fuck Sally!!"

Looking at Matt he added, "She is all yours now Matt. Make her cum as you like."

Matt got me off the table and asked me to turn around and lean on the table. He wanted to do me 

doggy style. He slid in from behind into my stretched, and by now slightly sore pussy.

"Sally, I think you should lick Dave's cock clean, and then Dave can also play with your tits while I fuck you," Matt suggested. 

Dave thought it was a great idea and moved into position in front of me. I ended up with one hand on either side of Dave's legs to brace against the thrusts from behind, and had my head in his lap, licking his cum and my pussy juices off his half limp cock. I had always thought that being fucked when bent over like I was, seemed to be a very sexually submissive position. The eroticism of this situation was 

increased for me by having not only a cock in my cunt from behind, but another in my mouth at the 

same time.

My body and mind now really needed that orgasm which I had been so close to for so long now. I was hoping Matt would let that happen.

As Matt slowly started fucking me from behind I felt him slide a few fingers around the area next to my pussy. With his fingers wet from the combination of my juices and sperm from Dave, he started massaging my tight little anus – which must have been totally exposed to him.

In surprise and trepidation I lifted my head from Dave's lap. "Matt please don't do that," I said with a bit of pleading in my voice. That was private territory he was touching.

"Oh Sally, just relax. You will enjoy the extra stimulation - and you want to cum don't you?"

I did not want him fingering my little puckered ring, but I sure as hell wanted to cum. I just accepted his ministrations and went back to sucking Dave's slowly hardening cock. Dave in turn went back to softly caressing my nipples. I was pleased for the softer touch, which was just as stimulating as the earlier harder tugs on my now tender nipples.

Matt wet his finger a bit more and now started to apply a bit of pressure to my tight ring. I had to admit, that although I felt uncomfortable about what was happening it did feel quite stimulating. There were some really thrilling tingles coming from my puckered hole. Matt applied a little more pressure and suddenly his finger slipped right in.

"OHHHHH MY" I sighed as the fulfilling sensation of a cock in my cunt and a finger up my arse hit me.

Matt slid his finger in and out of my arse in rhythm with his cock pumping in my cunt. The sensation was amazing. I had never had this done to me before. Soon I started trembling as I rose to another sexual high. Was I going to be allowed to cum this time?

"Not just yet Sally," Matt chuckled pulling out of me. I groaned in desperation.

"Please guys don't let me wait anymore. I REALLY NEED TO CUM," I begged.

"I love it when a woman is so horny she begs to cum," Matt said to Dave, who chuckled in agreement.

Matt rubbed more juices on the entrance to my tight ring. I wondered if he was planning to finger my arse a bit more to keep me on the edge a bit longer. The next thing I knew, I felt his cock head rubbing against, and then applying pressure to my little puckered ring.

"NO MATT – you can't fuck me there!" I blurted out in panic. Matt just responded by applying a bit more pressure.

"OH NO. NOOOOOOO. .................OHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD" I exclaimed as I felt his cock press pass my tight sphincter, and then slide right into me.

"I feel so full," I sighed as my body automatically started to meet his thrusts.

"OHHHHH. AHHHHHHH," the moans just eased out of me. I could not believe the erotic sensations I 

was experiencing. It did not take many thrusts in my tight arse to start my orgasm rumbling through my body.

'ARGHHHHHHHH. OH FUCK YES. I AM CUMMINGGGGGGGG" I yelled as my mind and body rose to levels of extreme pleasure. I shook and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me.

With my mind on such a sexual trip, I was only dimly aware of Matt's cock erupting in my arse. He was also letting out all manner of expletives as he orgasmed for a second time that afternoon.

I collapsed exhausted next to Dave with the top half of my body just flopped on the table. Dave slid off the table, stroking his rigid cock. He moved behind me masturbating furiously and very soon proceeded to shoot a load of cum all over my arse.

I lay there for a while hardly believing what an amazing experience this had been. I had just 

experienced the most incredible orgasms ever, had been in my first threesome, and had anal sex for the first time.

Matt kindly brought me some paper towels to clean myself up. I did just that and slipped on my skirt and blouse, not bothering with the underwear, before dashing off to the ladies bathroom.

When I got back the men were dressed and chatting. Both gave me big smiles as I walked in and asked if I had enjoyed the afternoon.

"That was incredible. It was better than all my threesome fantasies. Thank you guys!"

Matt smiled and said, "Well it will be a pleasure doing more business with you Sally. You certainly are quite a persuasive sales lady. I trust that I will have the pleasure of you personally collecting our orders for your systems from me."



Persuasive Workmen



It was another balmy night in the Philippines and I just wanted to stay in my cottage and do nothing after a hectic day of work. Turning on the shower, I went into the bedroom and undressed completely. Completely naked now and walking back into the bathroom not worrying about what to change into after my shower, someone starts knocking on the door. Quickly grabbing a towel and tying it around my waist, I opened the door slightly when I saw that it was a group of Filipino workers sent to repair and service the air conditioners I was complaining about. 

Because they were eight of them standing there with parts and supplies and I not knowing if they would be back, I opened the door for them to come in. Closing the door behind me, I could tell it was going to be some time before they would be finished. As I walked by the bedroom door to turn off the shower, I could see my clothes still on the bedroom floor. Do I draw everybody’s attention to the fact I am naked under the towel or just go about my business until they leave? 

Thinking the latter, I went back into the living room. As one of the workers had an air conditioner half way out of the wall, I could see he was having trouble. Offering to hold the machine while he tightened this bolt and that bolt, I didn’t realize how heavy the machine was until he let go and I was holding it by myself. If I let go, the machine would fall. The other guys just seemed to be standing around where l was holding the air conditioner. The longer this went on, the more suspicious I got of these guys. Sometime during my holding the machine, it donned on me that here I was holding this air conditioner naked except a towel wrapped around my waist and these guys had to know it. 

I could feel the towel slowly loosening. Not knowing what to do, and knowing I couldn’t just drop the air conditioner, I continued to stand still. Even standing still, I could feel the towel continue to loosen around my waist. I slowly looked around the living room and the eight guys were pretty much focused in my direction. I tried to ignore the group of guys hoping they would go back to work. Feeling the towel loosening more, I knew it would only be a matter of time before the towel would fall off. My next thought even surprised me.

I wanted the towel to fall off! It would look like an accident. But in my mind, I wanted the towel to fall off leaving me completely naked in front of these eight Filipinos. Setting my plan into action, I made several quick moves as though I was adjusting to the weight of the air conditioner and as I had hoped, the towel loosened up completely and fell to the floor – exposing me completely naked in front of the guys. None of them made an effort to pick up the towel. Although I knew the guys were checking out my body, there was nothing I could do to stop them. 

After all, is this what I wanted to happen? In order to make it look like an accident, I asked one of them to pick up the towel for me. I would slowly turn my waist so my cock would sway from side to side and each time I would see their interest grow. Having trimmed my pubic hair only days before, I knew they could see everything pretty good. It was then that I came up with the idea of making a deal so good for them that they would go along with it not knowing I planned it. To them it appeared I had no choice. Offering to pose in my jockstrap for these guys later that night if they would allow me to get dressed now, there was no response. Seeing that this idea was going nowhere, I finally offered to let them come back later in the evening at which time I would pose naked for them. The guys finally took hold of the air conditioner and let me get dressed after I had agreed to let them come back later that night and take photos of me in the nude. 

At the agreed upon time later that night, all eight Filipinos arrived at my cottage. Having second thoughts, I told the guys I didn’t think I could go through with the arrangement. Seeing that I was trying to get out of the earlier promise, I was told if I didn’t pose for their cameras, they would make up stories about me and make it difficult to remain in my job. Knowing I had no choice now, I was being blackmailed into humiliating myself in front of eight strangers. Going into the bedroom and closing the door behind me, I couldn’t believe I was really going through with this. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I slowly undressed till I was totally naked. Opening the bedroom door, I walked into the living room where the guys were waiting for me. I felt like I was going to faint. I walked around till I was standing in the middle of living room and then turned around facing all the guys. Nobody said a word – it was an awkward moment for me. 

As I looked around, I could see their eyes traveling all over my body. The more I stood there, and the more these guys stared at my nude body, the more uncomfortable I got. They had me move around so they could take frontal pictures, side views, and standing with my back to them. They had me posing nude laying on my back with my knees bent and feet on the floor, they had me laying on my side, they had me laying on my stomach. Standing back up, one of the guys stripped down to just his thong. He stood next to me and had someone take pictures. Three more guys joined him beside me in just their thongs and lots of photos were being taken of us. 

Not trying to be obvious, my curiosity got the better of me and I snuck looks at the guys in their tight thongs. They were all in good shape mostly from all the manual labor. Their ages ranged in the twenties and thirties. From the bulge between each guy’s legs, I could tell they were well endowed. One of the guys taking pictures had the idea of me lying down at their feet. With the prompting of all of them, I laid down at their feet facing the camera as though they had just captured an animal. Flashes were going off from different angles. As one of the guys standing above me yelled out “how about one like this”, the guy quickly pulled off his thong and was now standing above me naked. As I looked up, I could see his cock hanging between his legs supported by huge testicles. Even soft, his cock was several inches longer than mine when hard. Within a few seconds, the other three pulled off their thongs and were now standing above me nude. Looking at each one, I felt my cock harden to its full 6 inches. They couldn’t help but notice my reaction to their nudity. As the four of them stood naked over me, I was instructed to get on my knees. As I did so, they moved around me so one was on each side of me and two were behind me. Many pictures were taken of this pose. 

During the photo shooting, I had the opportunity of sneaking peeks at the muscular guys at my sides. As I saw each guy’s cock hanging between his legs, my erection was stirring. Somewhere along the line, they had gotten me to put my arms around each of their waists and pulled them in tighter to me. In this position, their cocks were only inches from my face. I could see their cocks growing in length and thickness – the older guy’s cock had to be at least 11 inches long and 4 inches thick while the younger guy had to be 10 inches long, 5 inches thick, and wide knob. It was at this point that I didn’t know if there was any turning back from what must be on their minds. 

With them having their hardened cocks only inches from my mouth, I could imagine what was going through their minds. One of the guys standing behind me was now standing directly in front of me with his cock pointing at my mouth. I could see the guy move his hips toward me. It was at this moment that I felt the tip of his cock touch my lips and I knew then that I was about to suck my first cock. With his continued pushing the head of his cock on my lips, I opened my mouth allowing him to slide his thick eight inches into my mouth. I could feel the knob of his cock touch the back of my throat. He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth until just the knob was in my lips and pushed his hips forward again so the knob of his cock was in the entrance of my throat. As the night wore on, I gave each of the eight guys repeated blowjobs swallowing their loads down my throat. One of them just put on his thong briefs and said he was going to spend the night.

After the other left and as I was about to put my clothes on, the guy staying with me told me to remain naked. As I walked around nude, the guy just sat on the couch watching me. Looking down once in a while, I could see his cock was starting to harden again. Now it was my turn to tease him. Each time I had the chance, I made sure he got a good look at anything he wanted. I passed in front of him on purpose to give him plenty of views. I even made it a point to bend over in front of him a few times so he could see my ass cheeks separating. As I was bent over in front of him, I knew his eyes were locked on my ass and my testicles hanging between my legs. Standing back up, I saw his thong he was wearing all of a sudden being tossed at my feet. He was now nude also.

As I turned to face him, I could see his huge brown cock sticking straight up from his crotch. His balls were now drawn up tight. As he instructed me to get on my knees, I took hold of his cock and started jacking him off until he started moaning. His cock was now twelve inches long and thick as a baseball bat. The knob of his cock had to be at least four inches round. Licking my lips, I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and slowly worked my lips over the smooth knob until I could swallow his thick shaft. Letting him fuck my mouth, his cock seemed to be getting thicker. Before he shooting his load, he had me stop and stand up and turn around so my ass was facing him. As he pulled me down on his lap, he took hold of his immense cock and aimed the head at my rectum. 

As I came down on his lap, the entrance to my ass came in contact with the head of his cock. Because his cock was wet with a mixture of my saliva and his pre-cum, the head of his cock finally popped into my rectum as I was forcing my hips down. I now wanted to take this guy’s huge pulsing cock in my ass. As I was pushing myself down on his lap, I could feel his thick shaft sliding in between my virgin ass muscles until I felt the head of his cock hit my stomach wall. I was completely full of his cock and still I was not sitting completely on his lap. 

Now lifting and going back down on his slick twelve inches, I gently rolled his testicles in my fingers hoping to get him to empty his load into my ass. It didn’t take long before I felt his warm juice spurting against the inside lining of my stomach. Now satisfied and completely drained, he insisted I clean him off with my tongue. Knowing I didn’t have a choice, I slowly stood up feeling his still throbbing cock sliding out of my ass followed by globs of his semen. As he got dressed, he told me he was bringing four of his black friends over next week so I could do them and that I would need a large supply of condoms. Pulling out his wallet, he threw five dollars at me for my services. After he left, I laid there naked on the carpet still with the taste of his cum on my lips and a warm burning sensation in my stomach. Rolling over, I fell asleep where he left me.

If response is favorable to this humiliating experience, another new experience is waiting on the shelf.