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The Good Dad

By: Ikay



It was a nice lazy Sunday evening and I got ready to do what I always do every Sunday: watch football on TV with a chilled six-pack of my favorite beer. I was in a good mood. My wife was upstairs in bed with the flu which means I was spared her usual nagging and my beautiful daughter was home for the weekend. She's in private school and I hardly see her so whenever she's around my rather dull, predictable life gets a little sunnier. Darlene is my only child and daughter; it's no wonder that she's the apple of my eye. The fact that she is also easy on the eye doesn't hurt at all.

Darlene is a real babe, five foot nine, very curvy with great legs. She has a very pretty face with blue eyes, a small nose and full lips. Her major attractions are her tits which on another girl might look too big but my daughter carries her tits well and they never seem to sag. Luckily she's got her mother's dumb blonde looks and personality so she's blissfully unaware of the effect she has on me. She loves me dearly and there are no secrets between us. There are a lot of hugs and kisses when we are together and I look forward to them all the time. Her body is so soft and supple and I love the way her big boobs press against my chest anytime we cuddle and I take my time to stroke her like a cat and tell her how wonderful she is. You see my daughter has esteem issues and she usually turns to me for moral support which I am more than willing to give especially when she's sitting on my lap and I am slowly rubbing her thighs and her back. It makes her feel much better. Am I not a good dad?

I had gone through two cans of beer by the time she skipped gaily down the stairs in a white tennis outfit. Her bra couldn't stop her huge tits from bouncing around and I could clearly see the outline of her thick nipples. The frilly skirt flapped up and down and I could clearly see the white panties under which a pair of thick lips made quite an impression. I immediately got aroused and hoped my corduroy pants wouldn't give me away.

"Hello, Dad!" she chirped as she ran towards me and flopped heavily into my lap. She nearly took the wind out of me as her sizable bum hit my stomach before settling on my crotch.

"Darlene!" I chided her in a mock serious tone, "You're not a little girl anymore! You're much heavier now."

Immediately her smile turned upside down and I immediately felt guilty.

"Are you saying I'm fat?" she asked sadly.

"Of course not, Baby" I said quickly as I put my arms around her and drew her close. The side of her breast pressed against my nose, "I was only saying I'm getting old and you aren't a toddler anymore but a big beautiful woman."

She smiled at that and she wrapped her arms round my neck, oblivious that she had stuffed my face into her cleavage.

"Thanks, Dad. You're the best."

She heard my muffled response and realized my head was wedged between her two breasts. She giggled and released me.

"Sorry, Dad, are you alright?"

"I'm very well, thank you, Darlene" I mumbled, grinning sheepishly trying not to show how much I had enjoyed my mild asphyxiation. She smiled and leaned against me again. By now I had forgotten all about the game and the beer. I told her to tell me about her new boyfriend, which I knew would keep her occupied while my hands took a grand tour of her body. I was good at listening. All I needed to do was to switch to autopilot and smile and nod in understanding to whatever crap she was telling me while my fingers played around discreetly. However I did like it when she told me of incidents concerning her boyfriend's sexual escapades with her. That really turned me on.

She began to tell me of when Jake (her boyfriend and I must confess a real hunk, it made me jealous when I thought of all the things he must be doing to my daughter) dragged her behind some bushes when they went camping and copped a feel of her tits. That gave me an instant hard on and with false concern I asked her to give me all the details. Meantime my left hand was on her knee and later I moved up to absent-mindedly caress her thigh. She was used to me doing this and she thought nothing of it.

"Jake said we should take a walk and we were in this really lonely part of the woods when he pulled me by the wrist and dragged me behind some bushes. I protested a lot but he didn't listen to me at all. He just pushed me on the ground and straddled me. Then he pulled up the tank top I was wearing... and it was real hot, so I... I wasn't even wearing a bra. My boobs just spilled out and he grabbed my arms and pinned them under his knees. When I complained he just laughed and began to fondle and squeeze my tits. I was so embarrassed!"

"What a bad boy" I said heatedly, my rod stiffening intensely, "What happened next? Did you scream?"

"No... I kind of liked it after a while and I didn't want to get him in trouble so I just let him get on with it. When he got tired of squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, he then yanked off the shorts and panties I was wearing and began to touch me down there."

"What a dick" I said shaking my head, trying to put on an expression of outrage but only managed to look like an old ram on heat "Did he... have sex with you?"

"No, he didn't have a condom and you told me to never allow a guy to penetrate me without putting on a condom so I refused."

"Good girl" I said with a mixture of relief and disappointment "So what happened next?" 

My hand was resting on her upper thigh; my fingers were slightly under the hem of her skirt. Her skin was very smooth although much hotter as I got closer to her crotch. She continued babbling and by now my hard on was pressing against her bum. She was used to that too. When she first experienced the feel of my cock when she sat on my lap, she curiously asked me what it was. That was so many years ago. I told her then that it was nature- anytime she sat on my crotch she would feel something hard in return. She didn't really get it but she trusted me so she accepted the silly explanation and from then on anytime she felt my bulge she would rearrange her bum to feel more comfortable which was usually sitting so that my hard cock would rest between her ass cheeks. Of course now that she's nineteen she knows exactly what's prodding her but she still doesn't mind. In fact she likes to rub her ass gently whenever she's on my lap.

"He now confiscated my panties and told me I wouldn't be getting them back! He said I could wear my shorts but he was going to keep my panties as a souvenir. I was so ashamed! He just sniffed them and put them in his pockets."

"That Jake is a very bad boy" I said solemnly. My cock was now pressing very hard against her bum and she turned to back me so that my shaft could fit more comfortably between her buttocks. Her skirt was spread out over my lap so my cock was pressing directly on her panties. I reached round her front and placed my hands on her stomach. My fingers would gently climb till they reached those heavenly tits.

"I've dumped him" she declared, "He told me he would add my panties to the collection he has but I don't care what he says. He's such a jerk!"

"It's okay, Baby. He isn't worth it."

"Thank you, Dad for being there for me."

"You don't need to thank me. I hope your... er... breasts aren't sore?"

"No, I don't think so."

"You know I love you and I'm after your well being... I'm going to have to give your breasts a quick feel and you tell me whether it hurts, okay?"

"Okay, Dad but don't squeeze too hard! My nipples are sensitive."

"Okay, Darling. Now pull up your t-shirt and then place your hands on your head so my arms can have some room while I ....er... feel you up."

"Okay, Dad."

She raised her t-shirt and they rested easily on her mammoth boobs. She raised her arms and placed her hands on her head. I reached forward; I had to actually stretch my arms, to get my hands on her tits. My big hands couldn't go round it but I managed to knead and squeeze her soft but firm flesh. She gasped and arched her back to push her tits further into my palms.

"Anything hurt? Do you feel any pains?" I tried to keep my voice all parent like and full of concern.

She grunted and wriggled a little. 

"No, I don't think so... but my nipples are still sore... ow!"

"Like right now?"

"Yeah... ooh... especially when you tweak them like that."

"Turn around and face me. I want to look at your boobs and make sure there are no welts and bruises."

"Okay, Dad."

She scrambled round and faced me, wrapping her legs round my waist. Her bum rested on my erection. I shifted forward from the sofa to give her legs more room. I felt dampness on my crotch and realized she was very wet. 

Her boobs were big, round and milky white in color with thick dark brown nipples that pointed sternly at me. The areolas were wide in diameter and nearly took up half of her tits. I badly wanted to suck them.

"Are my tits alright?" Darlene asked anxiously, her hands on her head. I smiled reassuringly at her and leaned forward to kiss her left nipple.

"They're fine, Darling, but keep your hands on your head and tell me how this feels. I want to make sure your tits still respond accordingly after the traumatic experience you had with Jake."

"Okay, Dad."

I opened my mouth and took one of her eraser like nipples in my mouth. I rolled it with my tongue and gave a gentle suck. She gasped and her eyes squeezed shut as her hands left the top of her head and instead went to grab the back of mine.

I couldn't put the whole breast in my mouth- it was too big for that so instead I had to be content with sucking her nipple and using my tongue to lick the boob all over. When I finished with one tit I switched over to the other and meted out the same treatment. My daughter gasped and moaned as she arched her back, pushing her soft melons deeper into my hungry mouth. I raised my face to look at her and she stared dreamily down at me. Cupping her face in my hands I gently pulled her down for a kiss. Her lips were moist and wet and I really enjoyed running my tongue over them. She stuck her tongue far into my mouth and I could feel her exhaled breath on my noise. She's a real wet kisser and all you could here in the living room apart from the sound of the game on TV was the sounds of slurping and sucking. Eventually she came up for air and groaned.

My hands slipped under her bum until my fingers touched her soaked panties. My fingers trailed her camel toe and she jumped at the contact. I decided that today I would fulfill all those years of wondering how her teenage pussy would feel on my fifty five year old cock. 

I pulled down my zipper and pried my throbbing tool from the confines of my underwear. I held my darling daughter at the waist and lifted her easily- I'm a really strong bastard- and guided her to my shaft. I pulled her drenched panties to one side and gently fixed her vagina down on my penis. I am quite big down there and it would have hurt her quite a lot if she wasn't so wet. Gravity slowly pulled her down until she was fully impaled by my cock and she let out a short scream. I wasn't worried about my wife hearing the sound. She was out cold. I slipped in some sleeping tablets in her juice.

Still gripping Darlene's waist I gently lifted her up and down, slowly building up the momentum. As the tempo increased, so did her moaning until she was crying and squealing in pleasure. She was deliciously tight. I had never enjoyed sex this much not even when I first fucked her mother back in her prime.

"Daddy! Ow! Ooh... don't stop!"

Poor Darlene's eyes were squeezed shut, her nostrils flared and her mouth agape. A dribble of saliva trailed from the side of her mouth and down her chin. I gently licked it off her.

Her tits bounced rhythmically in front of my face and I stuck out my tongue to catch the dancing nipples. Using my hands I pushed the two nipples together and stuffed them in my mouth. I gave them a long, good suck and she whimpered her appreciation.

I continued to hump her, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the house. Finally she let rip a really loud scream and shuddered like a leaf in the wind. Thirty seconds later I gritted my teeth and clasped her hips as I came forcefully. She rested her head against mine as we panted and wheezed for breath. I listened to her ragged breathing as her sweat and saliva covered breasts heaved in my face. We made no move to disconnect and I knew I would be hard again soon enough. 

"Daddy?" she murmured.

"Shush, Darling."

"Mom's going to be mad."

"Mom's never going to know. From now on you are my bitch, okay?"

"Yes, Dad. I want to be your bitch."

"That's my girl. Am I not such a good dad?"

"Yes, Daddy, you are. The best in the world!"

The Good Dad Returns



This story is for Padme. Hope you like it.

*

It was a beautiful Monday morning. The sun was streaming through the windows and the birds were singing in the trees. I was in a good mood. I had fucked my daughter last night till she passed out while her mother lay unconscious in the bedroom. Darlene's pussy was real tight when I first impaled her with my cock but by the time I had finished with her she was wide open, oozing cum and pussy juice. I had to carry her to her bed and leave her there to come to. I decided to go and check on her. 

Before I left the bedroom I glanced at the body of my wife under the sheets and confirmed she was still breathing. Damn tricky things those sleeping pills. You just had to give your intended victim the right dosage. Much as the thought appealed to me I just couldn't let Darlene's mom die of an overdose. I was too lazy to think of what to tell the cops and all that crap.

Darlene was lying on her back on the bed, her arms and legs all flung out. Her hair made a messy blonde halo round her head; her eyes were shut with her pretty mouth half open. Her massive breasts rose up and down as she snored, the two white globes so heavy that they spread over her chest and down her sides. The nipples were still hard and I wondered if that was how they always were. She was completely naked because I had stripped her of her soaked clothes before placing her on the bed and her young, juicy body was almost entirely covered with dried cum. There was cum on her cheeks and chin, between her tits, all over her thighs and her pussy hole which yawned at me. I cocked my head to one side to observe her. I got a kick seeing her so wasted and felt myself getting hard. I considered fucking her again as she lay helpless but I heard the phone ringing in the living room and reluctantly went to answer it.

"Yeah?" 

"Mike?"

"Hey, Andy, what's up?"

Mike is my childhood friend. Tall, dark and handsome even in his fifties he was every much a bastard as I was. We shared everything as we grew up: food, toys, clothes and even women when we got old enough. Even my marriage didn't affect our relationship. He boasted to me that he would fuck my wife and I dared him to try. One day he triumphantly showed me a video he filmed with his camera phone of him ass humping my wife Catherine on my own bed when I wasn't home. Apparently she didn't know he had sneakily set up the phone to capture the action and she noisily moaned and squealed while Andy massaged her big boobs and made faces at the camera. When Catherine had finally passed out he took the liberty of getting close ups of her face, boobs and pussy. I was furious and incredibly turned on at the same time and demanded for him to delete it. Of course he refused but downloaded a copy for me instead. I still have it on my mobile; I use it to wank anytime I'm bored. 

"I'm popping in this evening to say hi. Is that okay?"

"Sure, bro, come around."

"What do you have for me when I get there apart from booze and porn?"

"You've already had my wife, you greedy prick."

"Yeah, but I got tired of her big wobbly ass and boobs, Mike. When are you going to dump her spent ass and get a new wife?"

"Hmm... you know I think I have something for you."

"Really? What?"

"It's a surprise. Just bring your ass over here. And bring some mutherfucking weed as well."

"No, problem, my man. I hope you've got something good because I'm horny as hell."

"Have I ever let you down?"

"Nope. See ya!"

Andy hung up and I went back up to Darlene's room. There was no change in the scenery except for a bluebottle fly that was taking a morning hike across her right tit. 

"Darlene, darling, wake up" I said as I gently shook her shoulders. She moaned and woke slowly. 

"Daddy?"

"Are you okay, sweetheart?"

"I'm a little sore but I think I'm okay."

"Let's get you cleaned up okay? You're a mess.

"Alright, Daddy."

I prepared a bubble bath for her and told her to hop in. Taking off my shirt I was all parent-like as I gave her a good scrubbing. I ordered her to stand up and bend over as I thoroughly cleaned her ass crack and butt hole. I also cleaned her pussy and massaged her boobs. She grunted and groaned as my hands groped her and held on to my shoulders for support. When I was done I kissed her on the lips and wrapped her in a towel. Back in her room I told her what was up.

"Darlene?" 

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I would like you to do me a favor."

"I would do anything for you, Daddy."

"Good girl! I have an old friend coming around this evening to see me. You haven't met him before and he doesn't know you're in town. I want you to help me host him."

"Okay! What do you want me to do?"

"Oh... nothing much. He's about my age and a bit lonely. His wife died in a car accident about ten years ago and he has never been happy since. I need you to make him happy."

This was a blatant lie. Andy had never been married but was I supposed to tell her outright that she would be the main course for my horny friend? Understandably Darlene oozed sympathy for my 'bereaved' friend.

"Oh, the poor man! I'll do my best to make him happy."

"That's my girl. Now go and find something sexy to wear, okay? Something that shows plenty of cleavage and thigh. Maybe that pink slip dress that I like so much."

"Okay, Dad. What about mom? Won't she be awake? She might not understand that we are just trying to make your friend happy."

I grinned evilly.

"Don't worry about mom. I think she said she would be in bed all day again..."

*** 

Andy arrived around seven. He was casually dressed in t-shirt and jeans which showed off his athletic body that I had always envied. He playfully punched me in my potbelly as we exchanged the customary pleasantries. I led him to the living room and we sat down on the couch still trading barbs.

"Want a beer?" I asked grinning.

"Hell, yeah! What else you got?'

"Where's the weed?"

"Right here" Andy said, conjuring up a small nylon bag, "Do we smoke it here? Where's your wife? Won't she object?"

"The old hag is sleeping off the flu. She won't bother us."

"So whatcha got? Hookers? Drugs?"

"Patience, you shameless old fart, let me get you the beer first." I clapped my hands and Andy looked at me in amazement. He asked me whether I had recently hired a butler and I told him to be quiet. 

Darlene cat-walked into the living room and stood before us. She was wearing a very short, pink slip dress that stopped just below the hard line of her bum. If she raised a leg you could catch a glimpse of her lace panties which barely hid the thick patch of blond hair between her creamy thighs. The dress could barely contain her boobs which threatened to spill out with every movement she made. Her hair was now combed and straight and nearly reached her waist while her pretty face glowed healthily. Her puffy eyes had been skillfully concealed under the makeup. She really looked voluptuous and delectable. I grinned to myself and turned to look at Andy. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head and his mouth was wide open.

"Andy, have you met my daughter Darlene?"

He didn't answer. He was still staring. Darlene just stood there patiently with her arms behind her back and her tits sticking out. She looked much taller on black heels.

"Andy! Focus!"

"Yeah! Uh... No, I haven't" he garbled almost incoherently. I saw a tent building on his crotch and shook my head in amusement.

"Darlene, this is Andy. Say hi to Andy."

"Hi, Andy" she chirped.

"Hi."

"Darlene, fetch us two cold beers, okay? Off you go, quick as a bunny."

"Yes, Dad."

She sashayed into the kitchen with Andy's eyes drilling holes in her firm bum.

"Like what you see?" I asked him smugly.

"You bet I do. I didn't know your daughter was smoking hot!"

"She is, isn't she? I told you it was a surprise."

For the first time in our long friendship I saw Andy look at me with a mixture of intense gratitude and disbelief. Normally I was the one who got things from Andy since he had always been well off. Now he looked like he was ready to kiss my feet.

"You mean... I can... have her?"

"Hell yeah. But on one condition."

"What? I'll do anything? I'll suck your dick if you ask me to!"

We laughed at that.

"No... thanks for the image but that's not necessary. You'll have to let me watch you fuck my daughter. In fact I think I need a new video to jack off to. The one in which you fucked my wife is getting stale."

Even Andy looked shocked by my words.

"Mike, are there no limits to your depravity?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Can I go all the way with Darlene?" Andy asked hopefully, "You know how perverse I can be."

"Look who's calling the kettle black. Sure you can. Just don't snap her neck or stick her head in the loo. That sick stuff you can do to my wife."

"Sorry, Mike, I would love to but Catherine's way past her sell by date."

"Yeah, pity."

Darlene came back with the beers and handed them over to us. Andy still looked perplexed as if he didn't know what to do next. I decided to take control of the situation.

"Darlene, be a good girl and give my good friend Andy a striptease."

Her eyes widened in shock for a few seconds but she then smiled nervously and went to put on some music. The organized noise of some diva filled the living room, I guess it was Britney Spears or whatever the fuck these stupid kids listened to nowadays, and she approached the couch slowly and started to dance. 

Andy sat watching, his mouth still agape and his tent growing while Darlene slowly and seductively pulled her slip dress over her head. When she stood before us in her underwear, even I who had seen it all before felt my breath quicken at the sight of those huge boobs with the pink lace bra struggling to hold them steady and her blond thicket sprouting out of her small lace panties. She gyrated to the beat of the song, swinging her wide hips and running her hands over her body. I heard Andy moan. I decided this was the time to leave the two to get acquainted while I fetched my camcorder.

"Andy" I said, winking at him, "Let me check on poor Catherine. She's really feeling down you know. I can't leave my darling wife to be just there on her own. I'll be back soon."

As I walked past Darlene I squeezed her bum, particularly the part uncovered by her ridiculously small panties and went to my room. I barely glanced at my wife as I took my camcorder from a drawer and I took my time going back to the living room. 

Darlene was completely naked and dancing in front of Andy. His fingers were softly stroking her thighs. There was a leer on his face that I last saw on video when he fucked my wife. 

"How's my boy doing?" I asked jovially.

"Doing very well, thank you, sir" he replied without taking his eyes of my daughter.

"Very good then, carry on." I switched on the camcorder and placed it on a chair in a vantage position to catch all the action.

I sat down next to Andy and watched him slide his fingers to the bush between Darlene's legs. He slid a digit into her pussy and wiggled it around. Darlene gasped and squeezed her breasts together. He pulled out the finger and sucked it clean.

"I must congratulate you, Mr. Jones; your daughter has the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted."

"Thank you, Mr. Campbell, you are too kind." 

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. He stuffed his face in her crotch and began to guzzle noisily. Darlene whimpered and grabbed his head. I loved the scene so much that I pulled out my dick from my shorts and began to stroke it. It reminded me of the good old days when Andy and I would hide somewhere and watch strange men fuck his hot mom senseless. Sigh... great times.

As my friend lapped at my daughter's juices he raised his arms and grabbed her huge tits with his big, strong hands. He fondled her roughly and she squealed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Darlene suddenly shuddered and she nearly fell. Andy grabbed her ass and made sure she came fully in his face. When he withdrew from her pussy he looked like someone had poured yogurt all over his mouth and nose. 

"I think your daughter should suck our stiff rods, don't you think?"

"But Andy, how did you know that was what I was thinking? You must be fucking telepathic or something."

He dragged her to her knees and whipped out his cock. His tool was long and sleek while mine was real thick. We still debated which one was better. Darlene put Andy's cock in her mouth and started to suck him vigorously. He grunted and groaned as he held on to her long hair. Several minutes later she pulled out and she took my penis in her hand. Mine didn't go in so easily and her lips had to really stretch over my shaft. She sucked it bravely and even I began to feel sorry for her so I grabbed her hair and gently pulled her off. She licked my balls instead.

Eventually Andy and I got tired of the foreplay and he pulled Darlene to her feet. He grabbed her waist again and lifting her easily, dropped her on his dick. His aim was perfect and with a wet squish, he impaled her. Darlene screamed. 

I must say he really knew how to fuck. He pumped her silly while she moaned and begged for him to stop. He came a little quickly and passed her on to me like a joint. I gently pushed my penis into her dripping pussy and the lips still struggled to accommodate me. Eventually I was all in and after a few gentle thrusts I began to fuck her mercilessly. Her tits bounced on my face as I used my hands to lift her up and down with amazing strength. She really screamed a lot. I came noisily after she must have had multiple orgasms. When I finally stopped she was weeping. I took her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. I told her I was sorry and that she should shut the fuck up.

"Now off you go to your room, you slut, quick as a bunny" I said cheerfully.

"Yes, Daddy."

Later in the evening I saw Andy off and he couldn't stop yakking about the great time he had.

"Can I have her for at least one weekend?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh well, I'll think about it."

When I got back to the house I went to check on Darlene. She was still panting as she got ready for another bath.

"You okay, Babe?" I asked.

"I'm fine" she said with a smile.

"Hope you had a good time."

"Yes I did."

"So what do you have to say?"

"Thank you, Daddy. You really are the best!"



The Good Dad Strikes Again



For Padme. 

Happy Christmas!

*

It was another beautiful Sunday morning. The cloudless sky was a clear steel blue and the brilliant rays of the morning sun filtered through the windows and lit up the house. I was in a good mood. I wandered around the house in careless abandon, humming to myself as I reflected on what to do with my day. The reason for my contentment was simple: my wife was going to spend the weekend with her parents after been down and out with the flu for over two weeks. This means I have the weekend to myself. A weekend without that nagging bitch was a rare gift of Heaven and it looked like someone was smiling at me from up there today. But there was also something else that would be left to my greedy self and that was what mattered to me the most: my only child and daughter Darlene.

Darlene was the kind of eighteen year old daughter every dad would wish to have but would never admit openly. She was the human manifestation of every male's perverted fantasies, a creature so delectable that all you wanted to do when you saw her was take her to somewhere quiet and lonely and fuck her slowly for a very, very long time.

She's a tall, well built blonde with massive tits and a cheeky smile. She liked to prance around all day with very little on and her boobs would wobble and shake with every movement. When her mother was around it was a running battle to keep my cock from tenting my shorts and giving my lust away. But I loved Darlene, I really did. Without a doubt she is the best thing that has happened to me.

I pretended to be sad to see my wife go and I hugged and kissed her at her car. Darlene did the same. My daughter was wearing a half-top and a very brief pair of shorts that exposed most of her supple ass cheeks. I got a kick out of watching her hug her mother. Their big boobs squashed against each other and for a moment I wished I could fuck the two of them at the same time. My wife zoomed off and Darlene scampered inside. My eyes were glued to her butt as she wiggled her hips at me. This was going to be a nice weekend I thought. 

I noticed my daughter was playing hard to get. As I sat on my favorite chair watching football, she would hover dangerously near me but sufficiently at arm's length, just out of range. I smiled to myself. You little cock tease I thought; I can't wait to get my hands on you.

I decided that if she wanted to act that way, then so can I. I studiously ignored her as she pranced about the house, walking past me about a hundred times to fetch an item from a cupboard or fridge that had no particular use to her.

This was now a battle for control, to see who would crack under the intense sexual tension and be reduced to drooling puppies. 

Nah, not me. I'll show my darling slut of a daughter who's the boss around here.

She finally dropped into a sofa near me and I noticed that her bum shorts had disappeared and she was now wearing a tiny pair of white panties. The frail fabric scarcely covered her pubic mound and I could clearly see her glorious bush. I gulped and dragged my eyes back to the TV. 

"Daddy, have you seen my Britney CD?" she asked loudly.

"Darlene, why the fuck should I know where your CD is?"

"I think it's under the TV."

"Okay, Sweetheart" I said exasperatedly, "Go and check."

Darlene got up from the sofa and cat-walked to the set. I watch her perfect hips sway from side to side and I thought I would cum on the spot. Her panties and disappeared into the crack of her ass and all I could see were perfect white globes. The globes increased in size when she knelt in front of me and bent forward to rummage through the stacks of CD plates under the television set. I noticed that her panty clad pussy was damp.

My hand automatically reached down to stroke my stiff member as I watched her wriggle her bum at me. She wanted me to leap out of the chair and take her down like a lion on a gazelle. Sorry, Sweetheart, but you'll have to try much harder than that.

Darlene eventually sat up and announced that she couldn't find the CD. I shrugged. I didn't care. She got up and walked back to me. Before I could blink she plopped on to my lap, her ass landing straight on my pole. I groaned as I reflexively held on to her waist to slow her descent before she fractured my dick with her considerable weight. She giggled mischievously and wiggled her bum, and my covered cock almost impaled her panty clad pussy. 

She pretended to watch football while her back completely obscured my view. I sighed. This wasn't fair. She cheated. She wasn't supposed to use physical contact. How could I now resist her with her gorgeous bum grinding against me? With a snarl I snatched her up into my arms and with surprising strength for an old codger like me, stood up from my chair. She gave a sharp, delicious squeal of terror mixed with anticipation and without further ado I slung her over my shoulder like a sack of wheat and carried her up the stairs. I placed a hand on one of her butt cheeks and caressed it, slipping my fingers into her crack.

"You've been a bad girl, Darlene and I'm going to punish you for that" I growled, "Mom's not around to save you and you know that the more you beg for mercy, the more it will turn me on."

"Please, Daddy, I'm sorry" she whined without sounding sorry at all, "I'll be a good little girl! I'll do anything you want."

"Really?" I asked as I pulled down her panties to feel her bare flesh, "What can you do for me?"

"I'll suck your cock!"

"That's a start!"

I dropped her on my bed and she splayed out ungraciously. Her panties were at mid-thigh, displaying her thick bush and her top had ridden up to expose her massive tits. There was an apprehensive wanton look in her eyes that turned me on to no end. I really loved my daughter. She really was the queen of lust.

She watched me as I unhurriedly removed my t-shirt and shorts. I wasn't shy about this. Despite my age I'm in excellent shape and my tool still made an impression on the ladies. Darlene was eyeing my cock the way a fox eyes a prize chicken. Her gaze was so intense I felt like blushing.

Standing nude before her I walked to the edge of the bed. I grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her towards me. She gasped as she was drawn nearer, her hands grabbing at the sheets to resist movement. I knelt down in front of her and grabbed the other ankle. Her pussy was right in front of my face. I spread her legs wide open, tearing her panty in the process and buried my face in her bush. I was nose deep in her juices and lapping thirstily away. She grunted and squirmed.

I licked, lapped and sucked her for a long time. With each passing minute her moans got louder and louder and I wondered whether my entire neighborhood could hear what was going on. I sensed she was about to cum and surfaced immediately. She gave an exasperated cry of discontent.

I didn't want her to wait too long so I flipped her over so that her ass could face me. She glanced back and wiggled her bum sexily at me. I gripped her waist and, none to gently, plugged my cock into her glistening pussy from behind. She tossed back her head and wailed in pleasure.

I really enjoy fucking my daughter Darlene from behind. I really, really like it. I love the way her ass billows out in front of me blocking everything else but her mane of hair flapping around. Her pussy feels tight despite being so lubricated and the pressure on my cock is fantastic. I won't last long.

We came together. Our bodies shuddered and I reached forward to grab her breasts. I squeezed them mercilessly as I poured my last drop into her.

I didn't release her just yet. I knew I would get hard again. I licked the sweat of her exposed back and she purred like the cat that had just eaten the canary.

"You haven't sucked my cock yet" I said sternly.

"I know. My punishment is not over is it?"

"No, it's not. Your punishment is going to last the whole weekend. And I don't want any protests from you. You're going to take it like the slut you are. Understand, darling?"

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me all day and all night, I don't care. I've been a bad girl, I need to be punished."

"And you know that I'm doing this because I love you, right?" I released a tit to stroke her hair.

"Yes... you're doing this because you're such a good dad!"



The Good Daughter



Sometime in the late summer of the year 1950, owing to a recent and rather messy divorce, a woman and her young daughter moved to the country, to live with the woman's newfound lover. The woman's name was Evelyne Castelle, she was thirty-nine years of age, tall, with a buxom figure, that is to say a prominent bosom, wide hips and thighs, and a rump which although sizable was pleasantly shaped and appealing. Her face bore in it the generous traits of her nature, her eyes were wide-set and of a sparkling green, her lips full and lush, and of a rich Burgundy robe, her skin smooth as the lining of a white peach. She was a woman of a bold and carnivorous demeanour, at once seductive and slightly menacing. A voracious lover, whose many sexual appetites were always in demand and actively pursued.

If the woman's carnality was on constant and evident display, this was in open condradiction with the portrait of her daughter, a young doe of just eighteen years of age, pretty as a lark, with clear, unblemished skin, a slender body, newly budding breasts, dainty hands, and delicate features of the most striking and naive beauty imaginable. Everything about her bore an aura of such childlike innocence that one felt compelled not to view her so much as a lady in bloom but as a debutante utterly ignorant of the charms she possessed. This was most manifestly demonstrated by the way which she moved, alternately awkward and graceful, as if she were in the act of discovering the capacities and limitations of her body. She was shy to a fault, often covering her rosy bud of a mouth as she laughed, although when she omitted this gesture her lips revealed the most exquisite and sparkling display of pure, ivory teeth. At times, when left to herself, she would twirl strands of her long, golden hair inbetween her small fingers, before taking hold of them between the fleshy rouge of her lips, a habit of hers which Evelyne discouraged. This young girl was named Emilie Castelle, and she was the pride of her mother, who had not, even in the apotheose of her youth, possessed such a candid and effervescent comeliness. 

If for every beauty there is a Beast, lurking somewhere in the shadows, then in Emilie's case this opposing creature must most certainly be her mother's lover - a man of such crass and vile properties that one would have difficulty imagining how he had managed to obtain the graces of a woman as charming as Evelyne. He was a man of rough and ill-hewn proportions. He had dark skin, black eyes, a broad nose and shoulders wide as barrels, hairy oafish forearms, a gut rippled with savage energy, thick legs, a manic laugh and a heathen's manner to him. He was a magnificent brute, of such ferocity that only Evelyne seemed capable of facing him and rebuffing his sordid, penetrating gaze. His hands were always over her, lascvisiously stroking, snatching and clawing at her pearly skin. Emilie was considerably frightened of him, and in the months after he had become a part of their lives she obstinately refused to exchange even the mildest talk with him. It a feat of considerable bravery on her part if she ventured to steal a timid glance at the bulk of his body, no less to contemplate the dark savagery of his face. 

The man's name was Roberto Manel, and he was of Southern and perhaps Andaluzian origin. Despite his coarse manners and appearences he was educated, well-versed in music and literature. He was fond of eating and drinking and horse-riding, and a great portion of his estate was devoted to the keep of his favorite mares and stallions. He was a wealthy man too, owning a sizable manoir in the Loire Valley, which, in addition to the main manor house also included the aforementioned stables, a small chatêlet, a large and well-tended flower garden, many acres of thick pine woodland, ponds for fishing, kennels with dogs for hunting, a colombier and a marble Folly. He had been married several times before, and all of his wives had abandoned him, in turn, unable to endure the visceral emotions his crude and degenerate lust had reduced them to. He was well known in the voisinage for being an eternal and incorrigable seducteur, preying ruthlessly and without shame upon widows, married women, servant girls, and whatever came within his reach. He was a fearless predator, willing to tackle any woman, no matter how obstinate, of such a base and perverse nature that he seemed wholly above and beyond any morale or reprimand. 

Perhaps, if Evelyne had known him better she might have feared for the safety of her young daughter, but so enthralled was she by the imposing character of her lover, that she turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to whatever villainous attributes he possessed. 

In the first week following their arrival at the manor, Roberto conducted himself in an attentive and relatively considerate manner towards her. He inhabitually ignored and spurned whatever other females were about : namely the young mulatto maid who did the washing - a tan Haitien girl who flirted actively with him, when she believed Evelyne was absent. Evelyne had caught her several times in the act of attempting to seduce her lover, and she would have fired the maid, had she not found a certain appeal to the idea of this native girl consumed with lust over her man. Besides the maid, there were other threats to her happiness, the most imminent being their new au pair, a lazy Polish girl of perhaps twenty-one years of age, with a reddish-blonde mane, a sultry walk and lips curled in a perpetual pout. She was a bit dull, lacking in wit or intelligence, and for this reason alone Evelyne kept her on the staff, considering the au pair too stupid to even camouflage a potential affair.

Even if she believed in according these women the benefit of her trust, the truth was she felt herself compromised and slightly threatened by their presence, although she would never admit this, and she responded towards them with a marked hostility that veiled her inquietude. She barked orders at them, night and day, treated both the native maid and the Polish au pair to a variety of enthusiastic insults, of which, due to their foreign natures, they were blissfully uncomprehending. Roberto seemed amused by his wife's treatment of the servants, and rarely intervened on their behalf, unless it was to issue an order of his own. He was constantly reassuring and soothing his wife's passions and outburts, treating her as if she were a spoiled child, in need of attention. 

In the midst of these charades, Emilie went for the most part unnoticed. She roamed the grounds, on solitary afternoons, while her mother and father were in the manoir, either arguing or making-up, and she would go to the stables to visit the horses, or she would stroll the woods and bathe her feet in the ponds, or else she would spend long hours alone in her room, re-arranging the contents of her dresser, or studying her slender figure and timid gaze in front of the mirrored-armoire. 

One such afternoon, being frightfully bored, she was undressing herself in front of the mirror, preparing to change her tenue for the fourth time that day, when Roberto barged into her room and slammed the door behind him.

Emilie jumped in shock at the sound of the door being slammed, then she recoiled in fright. Roberto had never breached the privacy of her bedroom door before. He appeared angry, his large chest was heaving, the muscles of his jaw and forearms were bunched, his eyes were twitched, his face was red and perspiring.

"That woman," he said, "Is driving me mad!" He pointed towards the door. He advanced in the room, wheeling around, as if uncertain what his purpose was. Then his stare landed on Emilie, who had nothing on but a loose summer skirt, sandals, and a blouse which she held in front of her naked breasts. His gaze wandered over the uncovered parts of her body, the tiny, freckled shoulders, the bare calves, the slim neck. In the waves of sunlight spilling through the stone-laced windows of her room, her hair and skin were bathed in a sumptuous golden hue. 

Sensing the weight of his regard she struggled to compose herself. "What are you... doing?" she ventured timidly. "This is... my room..."

Seeing her distress he relaxed his shoulders, gave her something of an amused smile. "My apologies, young lady, I didn't mean to intrude. I can see you are - well occupied."

She blushed scarlet, clutching tighter to her blouse. "Please, leave."

He held up his broad hands. "You shouldn't be frightened of me," he said. "You have no reason to."

She looked down at the floor, curled her toe at the rug. Swiftly, before she could answer, he had covered the distance between them with three rapid steps and now stood, just a few inches from her, feeling the warmth of her supple, young body radiate against his, feeling her sweet breath on his bare arms. Her head was just beneath his torso, turned facing to the side, she dared not look at him this close.

Carefully, he stroked the silky hair at the back of her head. His strong fingers slid down her neck and caressed her bare back. She shivered. He leaned close to her ear.

"You are a very beautiful thing," he whispered. Then he retreated from her room, shutting the door behind him. Only when he was gone from the room, and she had heard his footsteps descending the stairwell did she dare open her eyes. She could still feel the line his fingers had traced on her bare back, and his hand on the nape of her neck. She felt her whole body tingle and flush with a nervous excitement she could not identify. She threw herself onto the covers of her bed, stroking the damask quilt and pillows, trying to react the scene in her fantasy. It was the first time he had ever addressed her directly and what had he done but call her beautiful. It was the first time anybody besides her mother had said that to her.



TWO



It was the Polish au pair who first caused Evelyne to irretrievably lose her temper. In the midst of cleaning the salon, the girl had broken an expensive porcelain vase, and then, in her clumsiness cut herself trying to salvage the broken pieces, staining the flair rug with her blood. Evelyne grabbed her by her wounded hand, leading her into the kitchen, where she scolded her on her lack of poise or dexterity. The girl mumbled some inaudible complaint as Evelyne washed her cut hand in the kitchen sink over the dishes. She tried it off with one of the linen dishtowels, then had her hold the towel against the wound while she rummaged in the cupboards for a medical kit, all the while cusing the girl's stupidity. 

When she managed to located the gauze and bandaging tape she turned around to find the poor girl in tears. Feeling slightly guilty her tone of voice softened somewhat.

"Come now, Anna, there is no need for such drama. I'm only asking you to be careful with things - it's for your own good you know."

The girl looked up at her mistress, her eyes large and tear-filmed. An eyelash was glued to one of her plump cheeks. She stammered a round of apologies as Evelyne bandaged her hand. Finished with the bandaging Evelyne put a finger to her lips.

"Hush," she said. "It's all right. It was only a vase. I don't hold it against you."

"You're very kind," said the au pair, looking down at the bandaged hand, resting on one of her knees. She was sitting on a chair, at the edge of the kitchen table. Evelyne stood in front of her.

"You may take the afternoon off, if you please," said Evelyne tersely. "It's not as if you'll be much good to anyone in this state."

The girl nodded humbly. "Thank you, Madame."

Evelyne waved her off. "Don't thank me for it. It's not as if I'm doing you a favor."

The girl looked at her again, her eyes were clear and honey-colored. She had the prettiest little nose, Evelyne thought. Slightly pointed and upturned. Her bosom was rising and falling rapidly with emotion, and behind the black, buttoned shirt of her maid's outfit, Evelyne could not help but notice the large, pointed nipples butting through the fabric. She felt suddenly uneasy alone in the kitchen with this girl. The girl was looking at her too in a way she had not seen before. It was as if she were soaking in, through her eyes, the contours of Evelyne's body. 

"You may go now, Anna," Evelyne said, struggling to keep her voice calm and neutral.

The girl rose from the chair, very slowly, her eyes still locked on Evelyne's. The tears suddenly evaporated her eyes seemed to sparkle with electricity. She sensed her mistresses uneasiness and a slight smile curled at the corner of her pouty lips. 

"If Madame pleases, I will leave," she said, brushing even closer to her mistress. Evelyne felt the girl's flank press against her hips, and her belly quivered in excitement. She felt a lump catch in her throat, she couldn't open her mouth to respond. She felt she must say something, anything, if only to regain her mastery over this insolent girl. But it was impossible for her. 

To make matters worse, Anna leaned forward, letting her perky breasts slide directly against Evelyne's large bosom. She pressed her head forward, until her lips were almost touching Evelyne's. She breathed slowly and provocatively into Evelyne's parted mouth. 

"Would Madame desire me to leave?" she asked.

"P...please," stammered Evelyne.

The Polish tart smiled, and in one swift, sure movement had placed a hand firmly on Evelyne's firm, luxurious bottom. She slid her hand around the curve of the buttock, directly to the crease, letting it linger there, as Evelyne gasped in surprise. Then she issued a few mild patts on her mistresses derrière.

"It's all right," she said, tickling Evelyne's earlobe with her sweet, perfumed breath. "It's only an ass - I don't hold it against you."

And then she withdrew and left the kitchen, swaggering triumphantly as she walked, leaving Evelyne breathless behind her.

THREE

The encounter with the au pair, had stirred Evelyne's imagination and excitement to such a degree that that same evening, after dinner, she threw herself upon Roberto with a voracious passion that surpassed any of their former ébats. He reacted avidly, stripping her bit by bit, tearing off her black lace undergarments, the bustier, the porte-jartelle, and throwing her, naked as an infant, onto the wide, masterbed, where he promptly proceeded to run his hands and tongue over the insides of her thighs, her smooth belly, the undersides of her massive breasts, which when exposed, fell each slightly to the side under their substantial weight. He mashed her breasts together and licked the aura of her nipples as she groaned in pleasure. He tore off his own clothing, and pressed his naked body against hers, his male member ripe and massively swollen. He attacked her mouth greedily, sucking at her lips and tongue, as she responded with muted expressions of desire. 

Her hands were on him too, feeling the outlines of his broad shoulders, stroking the back of his thick neck, running down his sides, over his ribcage, down the hairlined navel -

He fell back onto the bed and she went on all fours, presenting her splendid buttocks to him as she arched her back inwards. Her cunt was sopping and exposed, glistening with a clear sheen. He slid a finger around the swell of her Venus, then pressed it lightly against her tender asshole.

Unable to contain herself further, she let out a series of loud, unabashed gasps. She ran her hand from his navel straight to his bulging testicles, squeezing them, then she grabbed hold of the base of his cock, which rose in a slightly curving arc, both of her hands, one atop the other, barely covering it halfway, and she held it tight and ran her red tongue all the way up the lengthy shaft and when she got to the helmet she sucked it into her wet mouth, voraciously, salivating over the flesh of it as she struggled to accomadate it in her mouth.

When she had licked and sucked his cock until she was near short of breath, she withdrew it from her mouth, with a sucking pop, bent the entire thing back against his navel and licked his swollen glands, savoring the feel and the smell of them. 

He reached over, pulled her back by the hair of her head, got to his knees on the bed and pushed her forward, in front of him. He pushed her head down, deep into the bed, her struggling for breath, and he grabbed her ass with both hands, one on either cheek, and pulled them apart. Then he mounted her from behind, pushing his enormous cock into her cunt, entering the entire length in two or three insistent motions. She nearly screamed as he pounded against her, his cock sliding on a wet film, abusing her inner walls. He fucked her hard in this position, gripping her hips, her shoulders, his hands around her throat, and then suddenly, without warning, he withdrew from her wet and abused cunt and pressed the swollen head of his glans against her asshole.

"No... not there!" she gasped.

Ignoring her he proceeded to push it in, overcoming the initial resistance easily, defeating her sphincter as her ass stretched to accomadate him. He worked it in halfway, held it there, then continued his pursual, with each thrust gaining a half inch of terrain, until at last, her defenses shattered, and he ran his cock in her ass all the way to the hilt - he kept on after this, pulling it out, smacking it against the smooth orbs of her ass, running it back in her widening asshole and then at last he withdrew and came in great sticky jets over her, over her back, her ass, and then turned her over and came on her breasts and in her open mouth -



The Good Daughter



Dear reader:

*This is not an incest story. If you are looking for that don't read any farther.

*This a reluctance/blackmail story but not a very heavy one. If you are looking for very strong reluctance or non consent story you will not find it here.

*Although I use my name in the story this not something that happened to me but a story I have heard from a friend. 

*****

Ten years ago my father was diagnosed with cancer. That was a terrible blow for my family but thankfully we had help from the beginning. It was from our family doctor, I will refer to him as Doctor S. He was for many years a friend of my father and he took over arranging all the medical exams and used his connections to give my father the best treatment.

Having such an experienced and well-connected Doctor helped me as well. You see, my father and my family counted on me the most to help them through this ordeal. I was the only educated family member but the truth is that I was watching all this unfold without being able to do anything other than show a brave face and take care of any papers Dr. S. asked.

That meant that for a year I had weekly meetings with Dr. S and our relationship was warm and friendly. I enjoyed the visits at his office, especially when I wasn't escorting my father. It was a place for me to decompress with the only man who had any control over the situation. I admired the man for his successful medical and business career, his knowledge and that he used all of that to help us. Apart from that, although he was twenty years older than me (I was twenty at the time), I saw in him an older version of the man I wanted to attract and marry.

A few months had passed from the beginning of the treatment and Doctor S. called and asked me to visit him at his office.

It was about money.

When he told me how much all the treatments had cost and how much more I needed to pay I felt overwhelmed and ended up staring at my shoes in fear. Doctor S. told me that he had done the best he could to lower the costs and he even covered a lot with his own money but he could no longer do that without any return.

I told him that I understood and thanked him for keeping up his help for free for so long.

Starting the following week all the medical bills start coming at my house and immediately I zeroed the balance in my bank account trying to keep up.

I told nothing to my father who was certain that the social system handled every cost of the treatment. Despite his mental stress my father had a very good moral and was fighting. I would have hated myself if that changed because of money. It was my responsibility keep my father happy and focused in his well-being. My siblings were very young and my mother was really passive, she was not one to take the initiative.

After thinking about it, I figured that we could pay the medical bills. I would have to move in with my parents again, get a full-time job and probably drop out of my studies, and even with all that we would most likely end up broke. I could live with that but what would the future be for my younger siblings especially if my father didn't recover.

When Dr. S called me again I was desperate for a solution and I didn't hesitate to ask if he had any idea how to ease the financial costs.

He enthusiastically asked me to come to his surgery that same day telling me that he was certain we could reach an arrangement. I hadn't seen him for more than two weeks and I was certain that this meeting would be a good one. I had high hopes that his business background and experience would help me found a solution.

I went to his office late but still had to wait since he was still receiving calls. He looked so business like and I must have stared at him with admiration. He smiled at me and whispered with his hand covering the mouth piece of the handset that he would be with me in a few minutes. I smiled back and then sank into one of the chairs in front of his office pondering the money problem.

When he finished his phone call Dr. S came and sat in the other chair in-front of his office facing me. He leaned toward me with his legs closed and his gaze not making contact with mine.

"Georgia, I know that your father's illness has the potential to destroy your family financially unless you get some help. I gave a lot of thought to how to help you and I want you to hear me out before making any objections," he began.

"As you know, I am married for the last ten years, but except my two kids my marriage is dead. I have gotten no pleasure from this marriage for many years but I want you to believe me that until I met you, not once had I thought to cheat on my wife."

"I don't want you to think of my proposal as something indecent," he continued, "All these months I have valued your personality more than your beauty. Be assured that you will get from this as much as I will and I will cover all your father's treatment costs."

I felt my lips trembling and I was about to cry. It was not by shame than by anger for the betrayal I felt after hearing this proposal. I wanted to start cursing at him but I couldn't. My father's life was in his hands.

"You are one slick bastard, you call me here to help me and instead you offer to make me your whore or else you will let my father die! Now what do you want me to say to you?" I asked him and got up.

He sat up-right in his chair, crossed his legs and looked me straight in the eyes. Whatever weakness his confession about his failed marriage gave him was only temporary and now Dr. S was sitting calmly.

"Take your time Georgia, and give me your answer when you are ready," he said calmly. "And I don't think of you as a prostitute. Not at all."

I left his office without saying anything more. I saw him once more that week when he came to my father's home and I was visiting as-well. He started telling my father how expensive everything was these days and then immediately started praising me. He told my father how well he and I worked together and how much I looked over my father's interests.

My father was ecstatic hearing Dr. S praising me, but I was shaking from anger, especially when he looked at me with lust and when I saw that mischievous smile on his lips as he was talking about me.

No matter how angry I was at him I could see that his proposition still held and his interest was greater than before, and that flattered me. In addition, the bills kept coming and I was funding it difficult to pay them. I had to decide fast.

I waited a few days before I called him and told him over the phone that I accepted his proposal. I only asked for more discretion since I didn't want my father to find out.

He was just as eager to keep our relationship a secret from his wife and asked me if I was available to visit him at his practice that Friday late after work.

I agreed and that Friday night after dinner in my parent's house, I went to his practice.

The streets near his practice in up-town Munich were empty and the building which housed mostly offices was dead quiet since it was late.

A security guard escorted me to his office and immediately after the guard left Dr. S greeted me and told me to undress and stand by the examining bed.

"Thank you for taking my offer Georgia, but it is not a deal yet. I will see you naked and check you for sexually transmitted diseases. If you are clean, I will make love to you and if we are a match our deal will start", he said from the bathroom. Then he came into the room as naked as I was.

He had the body of an athlete or a soldier than a doctor, 192 cm tall and slim with wide shoulders and more devilish eyes then I had ever seen on his pale face.

I was in the opposite spectrum. I am 168 cm tall, a dark-skinned brunette with green eyes and big brown nipples.

He walked up next to me and started examining me from head to toe. He was keeping notes, taking pictures, collected swabs and at the end he drew blood for further testing.

"Wow, Georgia you would make your compatriot goddess Aphrodite proud with this body and face," he told me while taking my blood in the most weird examination ever.

"You are not bad yourself," I told him not being able to take my eyes from his hard cock that was centimeters from my knees. I was without sex for about a year since the start of my father's illness and it was exciting for me to have that great specimen of a man standing next to me. When I first saw him from afar his cock looked average but that was an illusion because he is tall.

Standing close to me, the twenty centimetre hard thick cock was more appropriately sized with his tall, slim but surprisingly muscular body.

Completely naked in front of the forty year-old doctor I had every centimetre of my body examined for anything that would show an STD. Then I started answering questions about what turned me on and what I was willing to do. He questioned me by saying "Do you like..." and I answered yes to everything.

Some of the things I answered yes I hadn't ever done but I would consider doing them like "anal, facials and swallowing cum" but other hadn't even crossed my mind like "sex in public, group sex, spanking". Knowing that I had to pass the "test" to make the deal happen, I answered yes to everything to please him.

He suspected that and told me that I better tell him the truth because we would do all the things that I said I liked. He caught me cheating the test but I didn't back down. I felt that I passed the test because he asked me to come closer to him. We gave an oath of fidelity between us and warned me to be careful with the pill so he wouldn't have to use a condom.

All this talk of sex and the sight of our naked bodies had us both so horny and ready to fuck. But he said that he wouldn't touch me or let me touch him with bare skin until all my tests came back negative. But he had another way around that.

"Since the taste of cum doesn't disgust you Georgia I will give a taste of mine so you will get used to it," he told me and gave me a pair of blue latex gloves to wear.

I was seeing my sexual confessions immediately working against me. I had told Dr. S that I had swallowed once and now he would use that to turn me in to a cum-slut.

I put the gloves on, knelt in front of his chair and took his long hard cock in my hands making him moan as I stroked his cock.

When he was about ready to cum he told me to open my mouth until his cum streamed in again and again from the tip of his cock. Seeing him squirm and barely avoiding screaming during his release made me feel powerful and that balanced the disgust I felt from having the warm salty sperm in my mouth for the first time.

Dr. S soon found his composure and asked me to masturbate for him.

"A true prostitute cannot hide herself," is a saying from my country and I felt that it suited me well.

I got up from my knees and sat on a leather couch in the waiting area. I raised my legs up from the floor and rested my heels on the couch's cushion, spreading my legs wide so he could watch me fuck myself from across the room. I had to restrain myself so I wouldn't put on too much of show for him. I touched and caressed every part of my body while I could still taste his cum in my mouth, I licked my boobs and fucked my pussy until I had an orgasm. After my masturbation he came running up to me. He pushed his hips forward bringing his cock in front of my mouth and with one hand was resting against the wall and the other was stroking in a frenzy until he came in my mouth for a second time.

It was one hour past midnight before he sent me home for a good nights sleep. I walked home and on my way I struggled to explain why I felt good with what had just happened. The circumstances had brought me closer to him than any other lover. He had checked every part of my body and even took my blood. He came twice in my mouth. He was honest about what he wanted and what he was offering. With most men you have to fight to reach that point. I didn't know what it said about me but in the end I decided I had a truly great time that night and it was the first time I felt alive since the start of my father's ordeal. I mean I really wanted to be the good daughter but I wanted to live my life and have fun, and Dr. S was the first to do this for me in more than a year.

When my blood test results came back negative he invited me to an apartment he rented just for us. He wanted me to dress sexy. I changed in the campus toilets into a black mini dress, sexy underwear and high heels and visited him at his secret apartment to which he had gave me the keys. He was waiting for me in the living room drinking scotch.

"Hi, I guess it is time for my last test," I told him while he was taking in my appearance.

"I don't think you should worry," he told me, got up and led me to the bedroom.

I left my handbag on the dresser and got on the bed. I wanted to pass that last test but I also I felt like it so I put on a show. I lay back on the bed and raised my feet high on the air giving him a view of my red lace thong. I could see from his face that he was getting excited, not to mention the bulge in his pants.

I pulled aside the front of my thong and slid a finger in my wet pussy, then brought it to my mouth and licked it. Then I got on my knees in the bed and with my back to him I bent forward and at the same time started lowering my thong.

He couldn't stand by just watching anymore and came up behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and then pushed my dress down to my belly exposing my breasts. While groping them he whispered to me, "I never expected that you could be such a tease Georgia."

"I did what the good Doctor asked me," I told him while he pulled my dress up and my thong down.

"I'll fuck you like a whore," he whispered and his bare cock entered my wet pussy and started fucking me. My tight pussy hadn't had a cock for a year and he felt like it was my first time again but better. His long thick cock fucked me so good I wanted to collapse on the bed and let him take me but he wanted me on all fours and in this position. I moaned and screamed as he pumped in and out of me. His moans and grunts were telling me that he enjoyed it just as much as I did and he almost howled when he came inside me.

After a break we made love again on the king size bed and then he left for the night to go home to his wife. I stayed there not wanting to walk the streets during the night. It was about seven o'clock in the morning when he rushed back in to the house dressed casually. He was leaving early the next morning for a week with his family at some ski resort.

"Did you forget something?" I asked him.

"My mind, I feel like I am twenty again and all I could think about since I woke up today was sex," he said and pulled me off the couch where I was sitting and watching TV.

I only had on my bra and t-shirt which he pulled up and immediately he started rubbing his face on my body, licking his way down to my pussy slit were he plunged his tongue in. I moaned with pleasure while he was doing it but then his mobile rang and he stopped. It was his wife looking for him and while he was talking to her I sat on the couch, playing with my pussy. The bulge on his trouser tempted me to take his cock out and suck him while he was talking to her but that would break our discretion agreement.

When his wife hung up he said that he was in a hurry to leave. He pulled his cock out and approached me ready to fuck me. I laid on the couch while he was fucking my pussy from behind. He said that he was in a hurry but I think he was trying to hold on to every second because moments after I came he finished inside me in with a great release.

That was how my relationship with Dr. S started and unknown to my family it went on for more than a year. I visited him at his practice or our secret apartment. Sometimes staying there for the weekend or whole weeks. He had become my full-time lover and I gave myself to him in every opportunity and every way.

Then the end came. For my father, not my relationship with Dr. S.

It was spring when he passed away and we took him back to Greece to put him to rest in the village he had left 38 years before. Apart from my family in Germany, no other relative or friends attended. All the living family was spread across the world in the USA, Germany and Australia. Dr. S was there though. He was there for me and for my father and his presence didn't surprised anyone, on the contrary we considered it an honour that he was there.

By noon the funeral was over and my siblings were resting in our two room family home while Dr. S and I went for a walk in the nearby hills. I felt sorrow for my father's death as expected. I was also happy because that ordeal was over, both my father's and mine. The seriousness of his illness and my success to get him the best treatment didn't allow me to feel any guilt, only pride.

I lead Dr. S to climb a hill telling him that from there he would see a great view of the mountains. I wanted us to get away from house so I could get him alone with me. We reached an abandoned stone house and I went in, telling him to follow me a few seconds later.

When he was in I drew him close to me and hung from his neck, forcing him to bend down and kiss me.

"Don't think badly of me Dr. S, I need to feel alive and enjoy every second," I told him while unbuttoning his trousers to take his cock out.

He was holding back because of the situation. In any other occasion he would be hard when I pulled him out from his pants. It didn't matter if he wasn't, once I had him in my mouth he was hard in seconds and a few minutes later he released all of his sperm into my mouth.

All the time that we were in Greece and I could find some time alone with Dr. S I would give him a blow-job and swallow. He didn't seem to enjoy it apart from the purely physical sensation. He understood that I was just using him to cover the emptiness the death of my father had brought to me. He had worked out a lot of his family distresses and grievances with me in the same manner after-all.

Back in Germany my relationship with Dr. S continued for many years and evolved. We are still together and I now have two beautiful kids with him, although I am not married to him.

*****

*I want to thank hacker831 for the editing he did for me. 



The Good Daughter Ch. 01



I had met and surpassed my sales quotas on one of my recent business trips out of town so I decided to fly home a few days early and enjoy the home that I had worked so hard to buy and keep up. If I had known what was in store for me when I got back then I would have gotten home even sooner.

I need to back up and tell you a bit about me and my situation before I give you all the glorious details about my great new sex life. I'm a widower. My wife died in a car accident less than a year ago and now it's just me and my daughter. I'm 45 and in good shape. My daughter, whose name is Ann, is a slender woman with a sunny disposition, a sexy tanned body, and she is 20. She's got shortish blonde hair and she the cutest pair of 34B breasts. Her little butt is round and it juts back just a bit, just enough to make you want to reach out and caress it. She looks in fact like Kate Bosworth crossed with Keira Knightly.

Ann was still adjusting to life without her mother and had decided to take some time off from college. I of course was glad to have her around for the company and so she could look after things while I was on the road with my sales job.

It was hot and sunny that day when I came home early and my life changed forever. I noticed a strange car parked in our driveway as I drove up. I wrote it off to being one of Ann's friends and I parked and went inside.

The house was nice and cool and I tossed my keys into the bowl we keep on the table by the door. I undid my tie and took it off, then I took off my suit coat and I began walking up the stairs. It was then I heard someone moaning and I knew right off the moans were ones of pleasure. I knew Ann was sexually active and I had told her if she was discreet she could bring boyfriends home. 

I had began to look at Ann as a sexy grown up woman around the time of my wife's fatal accident. I admit that I leered at her nubile young ripe sexy body but I had resigned myself to never doing anything about it because she was my daughter. But just because I was never going to touch her sexually that did not mean that I did not think about it and I did not want to deny her her needs while she lived under my roof. 

I could hear the sound of some lucky young guy pounding her as I walked down the hall. I swear I did not mean to but since her door was slightly ajar I could not help myself and I looked inside her room. What I saw stopped me in my tracks.

My little angel was naked on her bed facing away from the doorway. Behind her and inside her was a young black male. He was slowly fucking her and it looked like he was loving every second of it. I could see her swollen pussy lips as he pushed his big black cock back in and out of her. When I finally stopped looking at him pump my daughter I looked up and noticed that she was sucking another young black man while she was getting fucked. His cock was enormous and she could barely get past the head as he fucked her sweet little mouth. His eyes were closed and he was carried away by the oral pleasure my daughter was giving him. 

I looked to my left and I noticed yet another young black man sitting naked watching them as he stroked his dick. It looked to be about 8" and thick. He moaned and offered encouragement as the two other men fucked my daughter in her mouth and pussy. 

I was mesmerized by the sight of these hot young black men enjoying my daughter. My cock sprang to attention and my breathing became ragged. The man inside her pussy began to pump faster and I could see my baby daughters wetness on his cock as he slid back and forth in her. I watched as his ball sack tightened and then he cried out, "Oh hell yeah, I'm cumminnnnnnnggggggggggggggg." He held onto her and he filled her with his cum. I almost blew a load just watching. 

I have never wanted to lick a man's cum out of a woman until that second. I decided right then to take my relationship with my daughter to a new level, I had after all seen what a little sexpot she was and I figured that I would take my chances and if she spurned me then at least I tried. I slowly opened the door and I put my finger to my lips to make sure that the guys would not say anything when I came in the room. The guy in the chair noticed me but he remained silent. The man whose cock was in her mouth just kept enjoying her oral skills with his eyes closed. The young buck who had just filled her slowly pulled his dick out and he backed off the bed. He turned and saw me but I shook my head no as I kept my finger to my lips to silence him. He backed up and I whispered in his ear, "It's okay, just be quiet." I looked down at his glistening dick and I got even hotter than I had been. 

Slowly and silently I got on the bed behind my daughter. Her scent mixed with the smell of male cum was in the air and it was driving me crazy with lust. I knelt behind her and I gently brought her wet cum filled pussy to my face. I began kissing and licking it like I was a greedy child on his mother's tit. I snaked my tongue deep in her and I could feel her reacting to it. Her natural wetness mixed with that young buck's cum was the only meal I ever wanted to eat. I dove deeper and deeper in. 

As I ate and ran my face along her sopping crack I her that cock pop out of her mouth. She said, "Yeah Ty, eat me baby. Suck that cum out of me so I don't get knocked up."

Before I could stop him Ty said, "That ain't me baby. It's some white dude." Ann yelped and jerked her pussy away from me. She turned around quickly and saw it was me who had been eating her out. She screamed, "Daddy! What the hell..."

I tried to calm her. "Baby, it's okay. Don't be mad at me....."

The guys all got a little worried and they grabbed their clothes and began dressing as they ran out of the bedroom and to their car.

"What the hell is this Daddy?" Ann started crying. "What the hell did you do that for?"

I moved up to sit next to her on the bed with my face still wet from her pussy. The taste of her was still in my mouth. "Honey, I'm so sorry. I just walked by and I saw what was going on and I could not help myself."

"You're not supposed to be home for three more days."

"I'm sorry baby but I got done way early so I decided to come home early." I looked at her and she was crying and trying to cover her naked body with the sheet I was sitting on.

"You may think Daddy is a pervert or worse but after seeing you with those guys and after I did what I did, then I'm glad as hell that I came home early." I got up so she could cover herself with the sheet. Then I sat back down beside her.

She was still red faced and sweating from her sexual encounter. "Really? You're glad to see me getting fucked by three black guys?"

I nodded my head. 

"You got into that? You liked watching your own daughter getting stuffed with dick?"

I nodded again. "It's the sexiest thing I ever saw."

She protested. "But I'm your daughter. Your biological daughter, your flesh and blood."

"You're also a beautiful woman who I've been admiring for years now. I'd resigned to never touching you or even letting you know I though about you sexually but I just got overcome with desire for you as I watched those guys use you."

Her tears had stopped and we looked at one another. "I'm flattered you like me like that Daddy." She blushed slightly. Then she looked down and saw my erection. "I used to rub my pussy when I heard you and Mom doing it. I imagined that it was me you were fucking."

I scooted closer to her. "It was never fucking with me and your Mom. It was making love." I put my hand on her thigh.

She laughed a bit. "What I was doing with those guys was pure and simple fucking."

"I know hon and it turned me on to watch it. You were like an animal." I gave her thigh a squeeze. "I have a whole new respect for you after seeing you do that babe."

"Really? I'm so ashamed you saw it."

I took my hand off her thigh and I brushed some hair out of her eye. "Don't be ashamed. It was sexy and I know a girl your age has needs. I wish I wasn't your Dad some times so I could be the one to satisfy those needs of yours."

She took a deep breath and she let the sheet fall off her naked body. I stared at her breasts and I saw the bite marks and hickeys the black guys had left on her. My cock grew ever harder. She leaned over to me and she said, "I don't care if you are my Dad or not, I want you so bad right now I can taste it." She put her lips to mine and she drove her tongue in my mouth. Her hand went to my dick and as she rubbed it and we sat there kissing I knew we had crossed into a new territory. 

I silently prayed that this new phase of our relationship would last forever.

More to come later.....



The Good Daughter Ch. 02



My daughter and I did not break our passionate kiss as we fell back on to the bed. Her hand gripped my stiff as steel dick and I could tell she was getting more and more excited. I could smell it and it turned me on to no end knowing that I was making my own hot daughter who had just been with three black studs hot, wet, and fragrant.

Her body was still wet with sweat from her encounter with her black friends and so was her pussy. It was sopping wet as a matter of fact. As we kissed and she jerked my dick I slipped two fingers in her. I was shocked when she broke our kiss to say, "More. More fingers Daddy." I obliged by sliding in three. She humped my fingers for a bit then she said in a husky sexy voice that sounded just like her late mother's, "More. I'm so fucking hot, I need more in me." I slid four fingers in her and she began to buck like crazy. She let go of my dick and she reached out to her sides and she grabbed the sheets below her and she clenched them with all her might as she came. I could feel her pussy pulsate as wave after wave of climaxes washed over her. "Yes baby," I said, "Cum for Daddy. Be a good girl and cum on Daddy's hand." She squirted, moaned, and yelped as she finished cumming.

After she finished I slid my hand out and I immediately began inhaling her scent and licking her juice off it. Her juice mixed with her sweat and the cum from those black studs made for a tasty treat for me. A moment after she finished she opened her eyes and she watched me licking her off my hand. "Daddy," she took my hand from my face and she kissed and sniffed it as she said, "Get inside me. I've got to have that big fat cock of yours in me or I'll fucking die." She smiled seductively.

Laying on her back she spread her legs wide and that beautiful pussy of hers was open for my taking. "Your wish is my command baby girl." I got between her legs and I slid my dick in her. Despite taking three big blacks in her young pussy just a few minutes ago, despite having my four fingers in her, her pussy was tight. It was such a great fit, it was as if my dick was made for her tight pussy. 

It was when I began to pump my beautiful daughter that I realized that we were in the land of no return. And I would not have had it any other way. I took long hard strokes inside her with my dick. I could see her eyes rolling back in her head as I fucked her. As I looked at her sweaty beautiful face which was flushed with sex and desire I was overcome with love for her. I leaned down and kissed her as we fucked. My tongue probed her mouth and my lips sucked hers. The wet smacking sounds we were making made me all the more hotter and I kissed her harder.

She held me close as we fucked passionately. Her nails raked my back and we lay there fucking like wild animals. Her body melted into mine and mine melted into hers. No father was closer to his baby daughter than I was right then. No father loved his daughter more. No father ever made love to his daughter more passionately then I did right then.

Ann whispered in my ear in her sexy throaty husky voice. She said, "Cum in me Daddy."

"You sure you want that baby?"

She bit her lip as I fucked harder. "Yes."

Our bodies were soaked with sweat and sex. "Are you the pill?" I hit her pussy with everything I had. 

She moaned and made guttural noises as I pumped for all I was worth. She managed to sputter, "N-n-n-n-n-n-oooooooo!" 

The thought of making my daughter pregnant made me even hotter. I couldn't hold back. "Baby, Daddy's cumminnnggggggggggg." I began to shoot inside her and I felt like I must have dumped a quart of cum in her womb. My body jerked as I came and she held me tight and gave me little wet kisses all over my face and neck as I filled her up.

Finally after the last drop left my shaft I collapsed beside her. She lay there in our afterglow and she looked so lovely. Her blonde hair all messed up, her body wet with sweat and red with hickeys, some from me, some from her black lovers, her pubic hair all matted with our sweat and cum. I could not take my eyes off her. I knew right then I was under her spell and I would do anything she asked of me just so I could get back between those legs again. 

"I'm not sorry we did that Daddy. To be honest, I loved it." She kissed me softly.

I kissed her back and caressed her naked body as we lay there. "I'm not sorry either. I'm over the moon about it. I finally got to make love with the only other woman I loved more than my wife." She snuggled up to me. I looked deep in her eyes and said, "Ann honey, I love you."

She blushed. "I love you too Daddy." 

I leaned up on my side and I said to her, "I mean I love you like I loved your Mom. Like a man loves his wife."

I could see tears welling up in her blue eyes. "I love you too and you know what?"

She kissed me and licked swollen lips. I said, "What?"

She reached down between her legs and she pushed out a bit of my cum onto her fingers and then she brought them to her lips. Before she licked them clean she said, "If you'd have me, we could live as man and wife from now on." 

My heart melted as she looked at me shyly sucking on her fingers. I did not say anything for a moment or two. Then I reached down and I slid two fingers in her soaking wet pussy. I then brought them back to my mouth and before I sucked them dry I said, "Of course I'll have you as my wife. I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

She squealed with delight and she kissed me happily. She said, "Lets seal our 'marriage' now Daddy." She took my cock in her hand and she said, "I promise to love, honor, and cherish you and your dick for as long as we both shall live." Then she kissed me.

I reached down and put my hand on her wet pussy and I said, "I promise to love, honor, cherish, and obey you and your pussy for as long as we both shall live." Then we kissed again.

We jus laid there snuggling and enjoying our 'wedding' for a while. After a bit I said to her, "Honey, will you promise me something?" 

She said, "I'll do anything for you Daddy." I got lost in her sexy blue eyes for a minute.

I kissed her soft pouty lips and I whispered in her ear, "Promise me you won't stop fucking black guys just because we just got married." 

She giggled and her eyes got wide, "You mean you want to share me with black men?"

I nodded. "Does that bother you? I know that sooner or later I won't be enough for you and I want you to be happy."

I could see her getting turned on again. "If that's what you really want, then I'll be glad to promise you that I will still fuck black men even though I'm your new wife."

I kissed her hard and then I said, "But you have to hold off until I get you pregnant." She looked kind of surprised I said that. "You will have my baby won't you Ann?"

She pulled me to her and her naked body felt so good on mine. "If you keep me knocked up, I'll have all the babies you want Daddy."

As my dick sprang to attention after hearing her say that I knew we'd end up fucking the night away, which was fine by me.

More to come in Chapter 3!



The Good Daughter Pt. 02



FOUR

The following morning, Evelyne was in an improved mood with the house staff, and even paused for a moment of detente with the Haitian laundry-maid, who she had grown increasingly fond of, finding her a suitable and dependable companion in her husband's increasing absences. She learned that the maid's name was Constance, and that she had a son, twenty-some years of age, who worked as a stable-boy, for another household. Evelyne suggested he might want to visit the estate with the purpose of teaching her daughter to ride. She worried that her daughter might be isolated in her new surroundings, having no one of her age with which to be entertained. She had seen her frequently talking with the Polish maid, Anna, and she said she did not want her daughter socializing with people of inferior intelligence. 

"I will ask my boy if he will come around," said Constance, and with that they left the matter of Emilie's social life unaddressed.

Then, Evelyne asked Constance if she were married, to which Constance replied that she had been, in the past, but she had lost her husband due to a misfortunate accident that had left her widowed with her son and two daughters to fend for. Her daughters did not live with her anymore, both were now grown up and had husbands of their own. When she confided this, Evelyne was surprised that someone who appeared so young, not even thirty years of age, should have children already of a marrying age. When she asked Constance about this Constance laughed and said that she was older than she looked, and that in the islands where she came from, women had children at an early age. 

"Emilie is my only child," said Evelyne. "And I don't intent on having another."

"She's very well behaved," remarked Constance.

"Yes. Perhaps too well behaved," sighed Evelyne. "She doesn't dare contradict me. Sometimes, sometimes I wonder if she has a mind of her own. And she's so dreadfully shy, I worry about her making proper friends. What will happen when she must go to school?"

The Haitien maid waved her off. "These things take care of themselves," she said, and smiled, her tan lips revealing perfect, glossy teeth. 

Evelyne remarked then what a surprising and exotic beauty Constance owned. She was a woman in complete command of her body and of her senses. She moved with surprising sensuality, as if preparing for a dance. She often walked about barefoot, but her feet were always clean. She had thin, wiry arms, kinky hair which cropped about her pretty face. She had small breasts, pert, a very slender waist, angular hips, and a small round bottom that could not have been more perfectly shaped. Evelyne felt herself irresistably drawn towards this woman, but she did not dare act on her passion, for fear of arousing an adverse reaction. She excused herself rather and escaped from the vicinity.

It was then that she went into the garden, and came upon Anna, who was lying on the grass, near the bank of a cool pond. The girl was wearing a tight red dress, and had a scarf around her neck. She had her eyes closed to the sun, and did not see Evelyne approach.

Evelyne snapped, "I don't pay you to sunbathe."

Anna's eyes opened to her Mistress glowering over her. She propped herself up on her elbows and snorted. "I can do whatever I like -"

"Oh can you!" Evelyne felt herself trembling with rage. "I'll have you know that -"

Anna rolled over on the grass, ignoring her. She kicked her legs behind her, like a little girl. Her beautiful rump swelled against the rouge of her dress. Evelyne tried to say something further but she couldn't. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. The girl was so petty, so vulgar, and so enticing all at once. 

"Stop that -" Anna said.

Evelyne jerked. "Stop what?"

"You know -" the girl fiddled with a blade of grass, crushing it between her fingers. "Stop staring at me."

"I'm not - I - I wasn't," Evelyne crossed her arms defensively.

Anna cocked her head at her, gave her a naughty gaze. "Yes you were. You were staring right at my ass. I could feel it."

"Well - "

"Don't deny it. I may be stupid like you constantly insist - but not that stupid."

"I - well what if I was." Snapped Evelyne. "Can I help it, if -"

"If what?"

"Nevermind," Evelyne waved her off. "I'll leave you alone."

She turned to leave.

"No, wait," Anna rose to her feet. She grabbed Evelyne by the wrist. Evelyne sucked in a breath, feeling Anna's fingers press on her pulse.

"Say what you were meaning to say," Anna said to her.

Evelyne eyed her. "All right, I said I can't help it if I "

"Yes."

"If I find you beautiful." She exhaled loudly. "There, I said it. Now will you let me go?"

"Do you really want to go?" 

"No. I... I don't know what I want," Evelyne confessed, shamed, confused. 

"I know perfectly well what it is you want," said Anna coyly. Still holding Evelyne's wrist, she lifted her limp hand to her mouth, took hold of Evelyne's long forefinger and sucked it into her wet mouth. Evelyne felt a chill run through her, such as she had never felt before. The chill ran to her very entrails. The girl took her wet finger and slid it behind her dress and straight inbetween the mounds of her perfect breasts. 

"You want me," she said.

"Yes," stammered Evelyne.

"Here -"

"Yes. Oh yes." 

Anna took hold of Evelyne's blushing face, in her hands and she cocked her head slightly and she shut her eyes and kissed her lightly on the lips. She went on kissing her, probing her mouth, kissing her throat, sucking at her lips, flicking her tongue against Evelyne's. 

"So you want me," she said, teasingly.

"Yes."

"Tell me -" she whispered, taking Evelyne's hands, and guiding them to her firm, proud rump. She posed them against her ass cheeks. "Is this what you really want?"

"Oh yes!" Evelyne gasped. "Anna - please -"

"Then take it." Anna said.

Wasting no time, Evelyne, hands trembling with excitement, loosened the dress from Anna's shoulders and slid it down her body. She pulled her bra down, exposing the breasts, running her fingers in Vs around the hardening nipples. She ran her hands down the flat of Anna's belly and reposed them on the curve of her hips. Then her fingers ran to the lace thong Anna was wearing and she slowly pulled this down her legs, the thong sticking slightly against Anna's labia, before slinking its way down her thighs.

Evelyne pushed Anna's legs apart, exposing her plump cunt to the sun. It was beautiful, fat, rosy, glistening with moisture. She could smell its sweet and powerful aroma. She licked the curling pubes above Anna's cunt, then slid her tongue around the sides and then straight into the quick of it -

"MMM Mistress, you surprise me," Anna whispered, as Evelyne lapped thirstily at her cunt. "Oh yes - that's really quite wonderful you -"

"Shut up," Evelyne ordered. She grabbed the girl roughly by the arm and shook her. Then she turned her around.

"Face that way," she barked.

"But Mistress I -"

"I said shut up." Evelyne repeated, slapping the girl's rump for further emphasis. 

"Ow -" the girl winced.

She slapped her again, three more times, back and forth, until her ass was streaked and red. "Quit talking back to me. There's more of that for you. Dirty cunt. Now stay put -"

She grabbed Anna's firm buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing her tight, pink cherry-colored asshole. 

"You were right," said Evelyne, running a finger over Anna's asshole. "This is what I want."

Then she pulled Anna's ass apart further and shoved her mouth and nose into the crack, licking at it lustily, smelling the earthy tones of her ass, spitting on it, watching her saliva run in rivulets down the insides of her thigh, licking it back up, tasting her ass and cunt juices. She wet a finger and thrust it into Anna's ass

"Mistress please!" Anna shouted out

"Quiet!" Evelyne yelled. She slapped her hard, five, six, ten times, spanking raw her ass. "Quiet. Do as you're told. Get down on the grass."

Trembling Anna fell to her knees.

"Kneel forward!" Evelyne ordered. "Go on!" She shoved at her violently. "Kneel forward you stupid cunt. I'll show you what you really want."

"Mistress I - yes - yes -" Anna went on all fours obediently, kneeling her head forward as her plump and perfect ass sailed high in the air.

Evelyne paused to admire its beauty and then she sucked two fingers in her mouth, wetting them and pushed them into Anna's unviolated asshole.

Anna groaned and struggled as she pushed them in, but she continued, probing them further and further, she wiggled them around inside her ass, stretching her sphincter, then she pulled them out and licked them. She wetted a third finger and forced the three of them into her target.

"Mistress no I -" Anna wailed.

Ignoring her Evelyne persisted to brutally sodomize her with her fingers, gaping her asshole even larger. She pulled them back out, admiring the dilated hole, then she grabbed Anna by the hair and pulled her head back and shoved her fingers into her mouth.

"Go on - taste it," Evelyne said.

"Mistress please."

"Taste it, taste your ass," Evelyne ordered. But there was no need to insist, Anna had gobbled her three fingers into her open mouth and was sucking on them greedily. 

"Does that taste good? I'm positive it does, you little bitch," Evelyne snarled, now finger-fucking her mouth. She tore them back out and shoved her fingers back into Anna's ass, finger-fucking her some more.

"My turn," she said, licking on them. She spit three times on Anna's asshole and licked it all up again. Then she spanked her brutally until her ass was raw and shining, after which she left her, head in the dirt and grass, snuffling to herself, shaking with her recent rodgering -

FIVE

It was Constance who betrayed Evelyne's confidence. She had spied her frollicking with Anna in the garden and, gripped by an insane and overpowering jealousy, had rushed to Roberto and relayed what she had seen. He took it in stride, seemingly surprised but not overwhelmed by his wife's arduous conquest. 

"Thank you for sharing this with me," he said to Constance. "I know it must not have been easy for you."

"Please, don't tell her you know this," said Constance.

He promised her that she need not fear this, then sent her away. Then, once alone, with his thoughts, he said to himself. "Well, at least we have established one fact. She is as much a libertine as I am -" And with that he huffed proudly, elated with the sense of freedom that this bit of information had granted him. 

He knew his wife would begin washing up, when she returned from her libertinous adventure in the garden, and he knew that she would avoid him when she did this. So he resolved to turn this to his advantage.

He went quietly up the stairs to Emilie's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" he heard her say, absently. 

"I need to speak with you," he said, surprised how his voice strangled.

There was silence, and then the door opened and she was standing there, looking shy and defiant all at once.

"What is it?" she demanded. "I'm busy -"

"Busy? Doing what?" he asked.

She flushed crimson and looked down at the floor. His gaze was too much for her tiny frame to handle. "I was - trying on some clothes," she said.

He came in the room, shut the door softly behind him. "Oh. Anything interesting?"

She was wearing a pretty blue skirt, with flowers printed on it, and a halter top tight against her budding breasts. Her belly was exposed and had the beginnings of a tan. 

"I can see you've been in the sun," he remarked. 

She blushed further and covered up her midriff with her arms. "Do you have to do that?"

"Do what?" he asked, intrigued.

"Look at me like that," she said.

"Like what?"

"You know," she reddened. "It makes me uncomfortable."

"Well, we wouldn't want that now would we," he said, hopping over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

She stared at him speechless. "This is my room."

"Yes I know."

"You have no right to be here."

"Do you want me to leave?"

She stopped. Bit her lower lip. 

"That's a very pretty skirt you have on," he said appraisingly.

"Stop it!" she blushed violently.

"But it is," he said.

"I know, but stop -"

"Why?"

"Mother will be here soon."

"She's drawing a bath. Won't you show me that skirt, a little closer please?"

Emilie hesitated, then feeling herself drawn to him, by some magnetic charm, she took two steps closer to the bed. "Like it?" she asked him coyly.

"Very much," he said. "Would you mind coming a little closer still?"

She sucked in a deep breath, pushed her bosom outward, and, trying to comport herself coolly, as a woman should, she stepped right up to his knees. He grabbed at her suddenly, and drew her into his lap. She squealed and kicked off one of her sandals, it went crashing against the armoire. She struggled and he held her tighter. She bent her head and she bit his arm.

He grabbed her budding breasts. She suddenly stopped moving. Her breathing paused.

"What is it?" he asked her. "Cat got your tongue?" His hands cupped around her breasts, slowly milking them into excitement. 

"Do you know what these are?" he asked her.

She tried to say something smart but her breath caught in her throat.

"Well? Don't you have anything to say?" he asked her. His hands continued massaging her breasts. Then they slid down her tiny, slender waist, his fingers almost meeting as he cupped her about the waist. He gave her a little squeeze and she let out a yelp and a laugh.

"That tickles! Stop it!"

"OK," he said. 

She arched her back, suddenly aware that she was sitting on his lap. She pressed her tiny buttocks down against his thighs. Then she moved her waist in a circle. 

"Don't do that!" he warned her.

"Why not?"

"You know why."

"No I don't. Tell me -" She shook her rump against him. "Does it excite you?"

"Yes," he stammered.

"Really!" 

"Very much." He gasped as her tiny ass moved against his crotch.

"Show me," she said, jumping off him and turning to face him. She kneeled on the rug in front of him and her hands went to his knees.

"Emilie, you're just a child -"

"No, I'm not. Now show me - please," she added insistently.

He took one of her tiny hands and guided it to his crotch. Then he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock, semi-stiff, which flopped to the side and curled upwards.

"Oh - oh my god," Emilie gasped. Her slender fingers gripped the base of his cock, and it swelled in her grasp, larger than she could imagine. It was huge. Four or five times the size of her palm. Instinctively she begin to flog it, up and down, watching it harden, swell even further, until it was this giant, pulsating thing in her tender grip. With her free hand she began to explore the weight of his testicles.

She lowered her small head, until it was nearly level with the head of his cock. 

"Go on, taste it," he told her.

"But -"

"Go on, Emilie!" he encouraged her.

"But - I don't know if I can - it's too big."

"Just try it. Try licking it first."

"OK," she complyed. She flicked her tongue hesitantly at the helmet.

"Is that good?"

She licked it again, three more times.

"Emily? Answer me. Is it good?"

She forced her mouth around the head of it, sucking it in greedily, halfway up the shaft which was as far as her tender inexperience would allow. Try as she might she could not swallow further, so she resolved to suck him this far.



The Good Deed



I'm sitting on the couch silently watching him pace up and down the room.

"What am I supposed to do? I haven't been single in ages and I'm not sure I can cope."

I keep my eyes fixed on his face; I know what will happen next. He's just too easily read.

"I... I..." He looks over at me with his hands in his pockets; when he looks like that I just want to stuff him in my pocket and keep him safe forever. 

"Come here," I purr, and signal for him to sit down by my feet. I haven't been his Domme in a while but I guess he's desperate, and he's next to me in the blink of an eye. 

I carefully run my hands through his hair. I feel him clawing at my rather unsexy, plain blue dressing gown. I know fairly well that I don't need a latex catsuit to intimidate him, so I carefully let my slippers drop to the floor and place a perfectly pedicured foot on his right shoulder. He lets out a low sigh of relief and begins to kiss it passionately. I sense all the pent up frustration in him and I let him grovel longer than normal before I abruptly kick him away. 

I just love the puppy dog look they always serve me when I reject them like that; it makes me so incredibly horny.

He crawls back on all four, careful to avoid my gaze. I turn on the spot just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my pussy; he gulps and that makes me want to laugh so badly. But I can't. Not now. There will be plenty of opportunities for that later. 

I let a hand slip beneath my gown to touch myself. I watch him cringe; he wants that. He NEEDS it. But not yet. I can't just GIVE him anything. He has to earn it like everyone else. 

I get up and walk across the room to a chest near the window. I hear some alley cats singing a melancholy song somewhere in the distance; everyone's depressed nowadays it seems. I turn my focus back to the task at hand; it has to be my favourite crop. Nothing else will suffice tonight.

I gaze over at him and notice his face light up with fear and anticipation at the sight of the ruby-studded riding crop in my hands; I'm such a sucker for red and black together.

"M... Mistress?" He sounds nervous but ready as I approach him. I tell him to undress and he quickly removes his shirt and trousers. He folds them once before placing them on a chair; bless his little heart! He still remembers how strongly I despise sloppy slaves!

I order him to kneel in front of me, and let my crop slide carefully down across his back and buttocks. I do enjoy the effect this has on his skin and muscles; they ripple and tense up beautifully. I let my gaze linger on this for a second or two before I strike him forcefully across the ribs.

"Thank you, Mistress!" He yelps but his harsh breathing is filled with subtle hints of love, respect and a desire to please. 

I strike again, and this time I have the pleasure of seeing a more physical reaction; his arms buckle under him and he nearly falls forward.

"Thank you, Mistress!"

Twenty lashes is needed before I get the reaction I really want; he drops to the ground and subserviently grasps for the hem of my dressing gown, silently pleading for my affection. I let the gown drop to the floor and watch as he musters his hidden strength to get back up once more. He bows his head and crawls close to me; I feel his breath on my thighs. 

I run my hands through his hair again; he's all sweaty and I know he's ready for his treat. I press his face against my wet pussy.

It takes him three full seconds to realise that he's really allowed to savour my cunt, but once he does he starts lapping away at it like it's the last time; I like that about him. He never saves anything for tomorrow. 

Involuntarily I let out a soft moan; his tongue works my clit like his life depends on it. I bite my lip to shut myself up and silently curse him for showing up at 3.00 in the morning on a work day.

Work! Damn it! I need sleep or my boss will kill me for falling asleep in the office. 

I coo at him and gently push him away. I lie down on the couch to let him have better access to my pussy before I allow him to approach me on all four again. 

"Make me cum," I order while I pinch my nipples. 

"May I please you as well as I can, Goddess?" He looks almost like a schoolboy and I don't bother suppressing a giggle.

"You may do all that you can to please me, pet. You please me well."

It's obvious from his renewed efforts that he's giving it his best, and oh my! I feel my nails dig into the pillows and I just KNOW my toes are curling! His tongue is like a hurricane, and the way he uses it drives me faster towards an orgasm than I thought would be possible.

I hear him moan as he inserts two fingers into my pussy. I gasp and grab hold of his hair and grind my pussy against his face.

"Fuck yes! Keep going, bitch! Don't stop!" I can't conceal my moans anymore and as the perfectly obedient little slut he is he doubles his efforts. 

My orgasm hits me like a truck. I feel him lapping away ay me throughout my climax and it just heightens my pleasure. I feel his whole body relax between my legs when he knows he's done his job well. 

He plants an affectionate kiss on my right knee before looking up at me; 

"Spare pillow is still in the wardrobe, right?" 

I merely nod and slide down on the floor. He gets up and totters off in quest of a blanket while I remove the cushions and yesterdays newspaper from the sofa. 

I watch as he settles down to sleep; the difference from when he turned up is so great I wouldn't know it was the same man if I hadn't been the one holding his leash. He seems happy, relaxed and rather pleased with himself.

I pick up my riding crop and head off to my bedroom; the day hasn't even begun and I've already done today's good deed.



The Good Deed



This is one my first stories. If you are looking for a quickie, this is probably not what you are looking for. It has a little bit of a slow start, but I hope that the ending is worth it for you. And if girl on girl sex offends you, you probably shouldn't read this. Constructive comments or criticism are welcome. This stories is owned and copyrighted me so no stealing please :). Enjoy.

*DING!* "Please have a seat and fasten your seat belts. We will be starting our descent to land in Narita International Airport shortly."

Sam lethargically complied with the voices request. She had been trying to sleep for the last 4 hours of the flight, but it didn't work out well. The spaces around the seats were terribly small. And the huge man in the seat in front of her had made sure to pull his seat all the way back so that she could have as little room as possible. Her neck was sore from sleeping the wrong way.

"Mike better find a way to get me into first class on the way home because I don't think I could make another 10 hour flight back like this," Sam thought to herself

She pulled her seat up and waited for the plane to touch down in Tokyo.

After another 45 minutes or so, the passengers were able to get off the plane. Sam got through Customs without a problem but found herself stuck in a very congested baggage claim area waiting for Mike to show up. 

"SAM!" called a voice amongst the crowd of people. Sam turned to find the source and was approached by a man in blue cammies. 

"Now where the hell have you been?" Sam said as she hugged the large man.

"I'm sorry sis, but it takes a long ass time to get around here in Tokyo," Mike chuckled; hugging his sister back. "But anyways, let's get going before rush hour starts up," he tells her as he grabs her luggage. 

--

Sam wakes up on her brother's couch slightly groggy. "Man, the time difference is a pain in the ass to get used to," she talks out loud to herself as she heads to the bathroom to freshen up. While brushing her teeth, she is reacquainted with a vague memory of that morning. 

"Hey Sam, I gotta go to work. But I want you to meet me at this restaurant for dinner. I left the directions on the counter."

"Oh that's right, he was saying something about treating me to dinner tonight," Sam said with a mouth full of toothpaste. 

After the bathroom obligations were taken care of she walks out into the kitchen. She notices that her brother has a small but pretty nice place. The place seemed rather clean, which was probably thanks his girlfriend, Misa. She finds the note right where he left it and starts to read it aloud,

"Sam, 

Misa and I have planned a dinner for you. You will need to meet us at a place called Yamato's around 1800 hours. You need to leave the apartment no later than 1630 to get there on time. The train schedule and pass are enclosed."

"Wow, the Navy has got him all orderly and demanding now," she thought to herself. "That boy has changed so much." 

It had been a couple of years since Sam had last seen her little brother. He joined the Navy when he was 19, and had been so busy with his A and C schools that he didn't have time to come visit home. She had always wanted to visit Japan and when Mike got stationed there she thought it was a good excuse to vacation there for a few weeks. 

"Alright, well if I gotta leave here around 4:30, what time is it now?" She searched for a clock. It read 2pm. Sam decided she would start getting ready so she could leave early and maybe she could see the sights a little. 

--

Sam left Mike's apartment with plenty of time to spare. As she headed toward the station, the cherry blossoms she saw were beautiful. The streets were crowded with people. And when she arrived on the train platform, she realized that the streets were nowhere near as packed as the station was. She was lucky enough to get a seat in a chair when she boarded the train. 

At the next stop, some people got off but even more people got on, and along with them was an elderly woman. Because there were no seats left for her, she ended up having to stand with everyone else. Sam watched to see if anyone would give up their seat for her, but no one did. 

"Sumimasen obaasan?" Sam called out trying to get the woman's attention. She wasn't sure if the woman would notice her. 

"Hai?" The elderly woman spoke as she saw Sam. 

"Suwatte kudasai," Sam responded back while motioning for the woman to sit in the seat she just vacated. 

The older woman smiled and responded with something in Japanese that she did not understand. She thought that woman was trying to say something along the lines of, "Oh no thank you, I am fine."

"Onegai!" Sam pleaded for the woman to sit down until she finally agreed. 

"Arigatou," the woman thanked Sam as she sat down. 

Sam was now standing within the crowded bodies. She didn't really like being packed in with so many people but she didn't want the woman to have to deal with it either. 

"It's ok, it shouldn't be so bad," Sam said out loud to comfort herself.

"That was very nice of you." The voice caught Sam by surprise. It belonged to a very attractive woman with flowing dark hair, a warm butter like complexion, and enticing light brown eyes. 

"I'm sorry?" Sam barely let out. She was trying to get her brain focused again.

The woman smiled and spoke again, "That was very sweet of you to give up your seat like that."

Sam tried to stop herself from blushing as she said, "It's no big deal. I just thought that she could use the chair more than me."

"You're not from around here are you?" the woman questioned. Her lips were still forming a smile.

"Umm... no, I'm an American. I think that's probably very obvious by my choppy Japanese," Sam explained. 

"Actually, I think you did very well."

"Thank you." Sam blushed from the compliment. But immediately started to wonder how this woman spoke English so well. She did not even appear to have an accent. 

"You're English is very good." That was all that Sam could think to say. 

"Oh yes, I'm a professor at Tokyo University. I teach English courses there."

"Oh wow, that's cool," Sam could hear herself say. "What the heck was that? She probably thinks that you sound like a freaking kid," her brain screamed at her.

"So what brings you here to our lovely country?" 

"I'm here on vacation to visit my brother. "

"Oh so you have family here?"

"Yeah but just him. He got stationed here a few months ago. As a matter of fact, I'm heading on my way to meet him and his girlfriend for dinner at Yamato's."

"That's lovely. Yamato's is one my favorite places to eat."

Right at the moment, Sam had an overwhelming urge to ask this woman out with her. "What are you thinking? You guys don't even know each other. Why would she come with you? And besides she would probably think you were weird if you even tried asking her."

Regardless of what her head was telling her, her gut made the decision to go ahead and try to invite this beautiful woman to out with her. 

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I would like it very much if you joined me?" Sam's heart was beating so fast. This woman was having a strange effect on her. 

"Oh no, I couldn't. I wouldn't want to intrude. Besides, I'm a complete stranger. We don't even know each other's names," The woman responded with a giggle. 

"Well that can be easily fixed. My name is Samantha, and I would love for you to join me so we can get to know each other a little better. Then we will no longer be strangers," Sam spoke with a confidence that she didn't feel. 

The woman was silent for a moment as if she was deeply contemplating the request. And then she answered, "My name is Yuko, and yes I would love to join you for dinner."

--

Mike looks at his watch, it reads 1807. "She is late. For crying out loud, I gave her specific instruction to be on time," he complained. 

"Sweetie, she probably got a little lost. It's no big deal. It probably would have been better if we would have picked her up ourselves," Misa exclaimed. 

"Hey bro! Sorry we're late," Sam announced out of nowhere. 

"It's about time," Mike replied. He did not recognize the woman that was standing next to his sister. 

"Mike, Misa-chan, this is Yuko-sensei. Yuko-sensei this is my brother Michael and his girlfriend Misa-chan."

Mike and Misa were confused. How did these two know each other?

"We met each other on the train, and I invited her to have dinner with us," explained Sam, as if she read their minds. 

"I see, welcome Yuko," says Mike. "Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu," Misa adds.

"Yoroshiku," Yuko reply back. 

"Sensei huh? So that must mean you are a teacher or something?" inquires Mike. 

"Yes, I am professor at Tokyo U," Yuko explains. 

"That is very impressive."

"Thank you very much."

"So what are you doing with my sister? She is way too weird to be hanging around a professional such as yourself."

"Hey, that's messed up bro!"

"That's not very nice sweetie."

Sam is starting to get irritated while Yuko giggles at the bickering going on.

"Well, I was heading home early from work today and I just so happen to be sitting there when your sister offered her chair to an elderly woman on the train. I expressed how thoughtful it was and we got to talking. She was able to persuade me into coming to dinner."

"Yes, that was very considerate of you Sam," Misa agreed. 

"Yeah, yeah, no more of this good Samaritan junk. It's time to get to the good stuff. Let's get to eating," Mike demanded. 

Dinner continued peacefully. They talked and learned more about each other, laughing and joking with drinks in hand until the wee hours of the night. Mike was the first one to suggest calling it a night. 

"Hey sis, Misa and I are gonna head home. We are beat. You gonna come with us?"

Sam was a little on the buzzed side. The alcohol seemed to give her the courage to announce, "Naw bro, I'll give you guys a little bit of alone time, if you know what I mean." Misa was blushing and Mike just shook his head in disappointment. 

"Alright dumbass, just don't get into any trouble out here," Mike shot back.

"No worries Mike, I will behave," Sam joked. 

"Don't worry, I will take care of her," Yuko added. 

And with that the two parties went their separate ways. Yuko wanted to show Sam a little more of the nightlife around Tokyo, so she took her to a few shops. They sang a little bit of karaoke and had a bit more drinks. At the end of the night, they ended up in front of Yuko's apartment door. 

"Hey, did you wanna stay with me for the night?" Yuko asked.

"I don't want to bother you. It's late and you need to get some rest."

"It's ok. I don't want to have you head home by yourself. It's a little dangerous alone at night in Tokyo. Plus you've never been here before. You could get lost."

"Ok, ok I'll stay. You're so insistent. Just let me text my brother and let him know I won't be coming home tonight." 

They headed inside Yuko's place and Sam was blown away. "This is your place?! It's freaking gorgeous," Sam remarked. 

"Thank you. The bathroom is down the hall. I'm gonna grab you something to sleep in."

"No it's ok, I'll just sleep in clothes I have."

"Nonsense, I can't let you do that. Here, I know none of my clothes will fit you, you have a stocky build so how about some of my old boyfriend's clothes."

"Uhh... no thanks, I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing his clothes."

"Don't worry, they are clothes I bought for him that he never wore." Yuko didn't wait for a response. She walked into her room and walked back out with a pure silk pajama set. 

"Are you freaking serious?! I can't wear this. It probably costs more than what I make in a week."

"It does not. Just put it on, you will love it."

Sam knew she had no choice so she took the clothes and headed into the bathroom. 

"There are new toothbrushes under the sink. I'm gonna make some tea," Yuko shouted as Sam closed the bathroom door. 

Sam couldn't believe what was going on. Yuko seemed to be very well off. Maybe even more well off than a regular professor at Tokyo U. The bathroom was totally westernized; beautiful glass shower stall with a separate Jacuzzi tub, exquisite tiled floor and walls, and marble sinks. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. 

"Hey you can just leave your clothes there and I will have them washed so you can wear them in the morning," Yuko shouted through the door. 

"Oh ok. Thanks." Sam responded back. 

When Sam finished showering and everything, she headed into the kitchen to meet Yuko. Sam stopped dead in her tracks. She just could not believe her eyes. Yuko was wearing nothing but a towel while pouring tea into very expensive glass cups. Her hair was wet, so she must have just gotten out of the shower also. The towel seemed to be straining to stay tied against her breast, and her legs were long and slender. 

"Damn," Sam said underneath her breath but apparently it was still loud enough for Yuko to hear. 

"Damn what?" Yuko asked. 

"Oh um nothing, I just um forgot something at home that I just remembered," Sam lied. 

"Is it something important?"

"No don't worry about it. It's not important at all."

"Oh ok, well the tea is ready. Come and sit with me."

They sat next to each other on the island of the kitchen counter. Sam desperately tried to keep herself from staring at Yuko's hot body. The last thing she needed was for Yuko to think she was some creepy sick pervert and kick her out.

"Those pajamas look really good on you Sam."

"Thanks, they feel really nice. You have a lot of nice stuff here Yuko."

"Yeah, my family is pretty well off. And my job at the university just adds to the spending money I have. Did you like the tea? It's some special stuff that I had ordered from England." 

"Yeah it's delicious." Sam could not believe it. This girl was crazy rich.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah what's up Yuko?"

"Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"For spending my birthday with me. It was very nice."

"WHAT!!!!? Your birthday!? Why didn't you tell me?! Wait, why did you spending it me? I bet you have lots of friends that you could have spend it with. 

"Well I was going to spend it with some acquaintances, but then I met you on the train, and you seemed really cool and down to earth. So I decided I would spend it with you instead of some snooty people who do nothing but agree with me because my dad is very powerful figure."

Sam could not believe what she was hearing. What the heck did she get herself into? She didn't know what to say.

"So.... How old are you?" Sam was finally able to squeak out.

"I just turned 26."

"Wow, I'm only a few months older than you then."

"Really?! When is your birthday?"

"January 22." 

"That is pretty cool. I had the feeling you were older than me."

"Oh really why is that?"

"I dunno, you just seem that way. Like you are a little more mature."

"Don't lie. You are just trying to say I look old."

"No! No it's not like that. You don't look old. You are actually very attractive."

Sam watched as Yuko's cheeks burned a red hue. She wondered if her ears and eyes were deceiving her. 

"I think you are very attractive also." Soon Sam's cheeks were also flushed red. Yuko smiled at her and started to get a look in her eyes that Sam could not place. 

"It's getting late. We should probably head to bed." 

"Yeah it is getting late," Yuko agreed. She stood up and started taking the dishes to the sink. Sam followed her. Yuko was startled when she turned around to see Sam standing right behind her.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," Sam whispered as her free hand gently brushed up against Yuko's bare arm. 

Yuko could feel her body starting to respond to Sam's closeness. She broke out in goose bumps from the touch of Sam's hand. Her breathing slowly quickened and she reflexively licked her lips. Sam suddenly felt the lust emanating from Yuko's body. Their bodies were slowly gravitating towards each other. Soon their faces were only inches from apart. Yuko bridged the gap first, and their lips met for the first time. The kiss was soft and innocent. Their lips were merely getting acquainted with each other, gently brushing against one another. 

Sam moved her hand to place the dish onto the counter. She didn't need any obstructions. All she wanted to feel Yuko's smooth hot skin. They wandered down to her thighs, playfully grazing the bottom of the towel. Yuko let out a moan. Her kisses getting more aggressive. Their breathing getting ever more labored. Their bodies getting even closer, threatening to defy the laws of physics and join into one.

Yuko can feel Sam's knees gently settling between her thighs. She knows that she is soaked and Sam will be able to feel her heat. Their tongues start to gently wrestle with one another. Both of them are moaning now. Yuko's hands are floating over Sam's neck, arms, and torso. She can sense Sam's quickened heartbeat and it excites her even more. Sam's mouth moves to nibble and draw letters with her tongue on Yuko's neck. Her hands slowly going up Yuko's body beneath the towel, gently playing with her belly button.

Yuko can hardly stand the teasing. She wants Sam's clothes off now, and Sam feels the same. The towel comes off and so does the silk shirt and pants. Sam marvels at Yuko's beautiful breast. Her nipples are so hard. It's as if they are trying to extend just enough to make contact with Sam's flesh. They kiss again, with more passion and vigor. Their sweltering bodies pressing against each other. Yuko breaks the kiss to explore Sam body. Her lips caress the length of the muscles in her neck and shoulders. Their thighs nestled between each other's slick pussies. 

Sam starts to grind herself into Yuko. They begin to establish a rhythm. Yuko reaches for Sam's ass, pulling her body closer, sweat and nectar mixing together. They feel the waves of an impending orgasm growing larger with each passing second. Sam reaches to caress Yuko's swollen breasts. The flesh is so soft. The nipple is begging with need. She grant's its wish and pinches it hard. 

This sends Yuko over the edge, blinded by the clouds of bliss. Sam isn't far behind. When she hears Yuko scream her name, her body dives in to join Yuko in the cool waters of a heavenly orgasm. 

Their bodies are now too heavy to hold upright. They collapse onto the floor, embracing each other, and kissing softly. Yuko moves to straddle Sam. She loves the feeling of Sam's hard abs brushing up against her clit. Sam looks up at Yuko with only one thought on her mind.

I have to taste her.....

She turns Yuko over so that she is on her back, kissing her way down her body, caressing her ribs, breasts, and tummy. Yuko's heart is beating so fast with anticipation. She feels Sam's tongue lick her swollen nipples and bolts of excitement flow to her pussy. She can't wait until Sam reaches her destination. She grows more and more anxious with each kiss that gets closer to her sweet center. Sam teases her, kissing and licking her inner thighs. She grabs her hair, pulling her to where she needs her tongue the most. 

Sam is intoxicated by Yuko's aroma. She licks the outer folds of her labia. She can taste her sweet cream combined with hint of sweat. 

"Baby please... don't tease me..." Yuko moans

She can no longer keep this gorgeous angel waiting. She inserts her tongue deep down into Yuko's hot box, using her nose to rub against her clit. Loving the contact, she grinds harder into Sam's face. Her breathing is labored. She is so close and Sam can sense it. She continues to tongue fuck her harder. Yuko is moaning uncontrollably and as soon as her lips create a seal over her clit, she explodes. While gripping on to her thrashing body, Sam continues to suck and licking gingerly, gently coaxing Yuko's body back down from her high. 




The Good Deed



Yuko's body is drenched in sweat, her hair is a mess, and her chest is pounding like a jackhammer but she is still the most captivating creature Sam has ever seen. She moves up her body to get a better look at her beautiful face. They share another sweet and loving kiss and then fall asleep exhausted in each other's arms.



The Good Deed



All Megan can do is force a thankful smile as she stomps out of the board meeting as soon as the doors swing open. She dressed in her best wool grey blazer over a black Adrianna Papell dress, with a brown leather brown belt to tie everything together and black pumps that were digging into her feet. She wore formal looped earrings and a gold necklace to look more professional.

And to still be told by the dean that she's being given the same joke of a budget as last year and still be expected to pull off the two plays and three trips she planned was an insult for a ivory college program, but to be told that she's being given a favor by the budget not decreasing was a shock to her system. And the only thing she could do during the meeting was smile thankfully.

Megan guesses that her hatred is showing, as students get out of her way in the hallway. A nice gesture but nothing they would understand, most of them still lives with their parent's in their mansions in West Riverside. Not that she's judges them. If she was eighteen again, living at home with their money, she'd make all the same mistakes of her youth but she'll enjoy them more.

"Get out of my fucking face!"

Without seeing her, Megan knows Courtney's voice since getting into three public arguments during her freshmen year. Megan knows Courtney's type, because they both grew up on East Riverside. But she knows Courtney is a good student, she volunteered for bake sales and already scheduled herself to tutor incoming freshmen. 

As Megan makes her way through the growing crowd of students, she sees Courtney first. Despite approaching the pending drama, Megan can't help eyeing Courtney's dirty blonde hair in an unkempt ponytail with her amazing slim body. Courtney's sultry look is enhanced by black eye shadow to compliment her brown eyes, dark earrings, and black nail polish, but she'd be gorgeous if she smiled with her sleek lips.

Megan always thought Courtney has a cute face, a hot body, and charm to spare but looking skimpy in her uniform doesn't hurt either.

As Megan breaks through the crowd, she sees that Courtney is cornering a junior. Not just any junior, a blonde little tart named Katherine Clark, whose family paid for the business wing of the college to keep her in school to counter her bad grades. If Katherine makes one mention to her parents in her freak voice that is a horrible mix of Farrah Fawcett and Kermit the Frog, Courtney's done.

Megan grabs Courtney's arm as she pulls her back and barks, "We had enough of your shit young lady!"

Megan's heart sinks when Courtney says with a miffed voice that echoed her disbelief, "Ms. Poland, I didn't do anything. Why are you doing this?"

"God you were always trouble! Go to my office after school, no excuses!" Megan looks around at the student's surprised looks; it's expected, she rarely yells and is this harsh with. She walks Courtney past the crowd and down the hallway, looking away as Courtney has tears in her eyes. 

"This isn't fair."

Megan whispers, "I'll explain later." Courtney looks at her with a confused look on her face. "I don't want to hear it! Now go to class!" She pushes Courtney forward. "Now go!" 

Courtney gives her a look with enough contempt to make a baby cry before she turns around and walks away, wiping her eyes.

As the students look at Courtney walking down the hallway, she prays that Courtney figures out her guile. Everyone else slowly disperses, not that they were suddenly afraid of her but because the show was over.

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Megan forces her office's metal door open inwards, a feat that can only be done by her, the janitor, and Jesus Christ. She picks up and lugs her workbag full of textbooks and purse full of a teacher's true necessities, gum and skittles.

Megan walks into her office that's located in the college's downstairs basement, the one place that's still in the original section of the college that's from the 1950's. She's grown use to the daily reminder of the cost of telling the dean to go to hell after dismissing his advances; a publicly known punishment for a semi-private crime, thanks to his connections.

She drops her workbag and purse on her metal desk with a deep sigh. She forces the light switch to the on position with her thumb, as the ceiling light eventually turns on she looks at thumb and fears callus will form in a month.

Megan looks back at her desk and sighs. She forgot to put away her Fifty Shades of Grey book, again. The faint smell of pine from the thin carpet means the janitor already vacuumed and will look at her with a smile next time he sees her in the hallways.

"It's going to be alright Megan," she calmly tells herself.

She lost her own access to the supply closet and she's considered a leaper at the teacher's lounge, she can survive being known for stretching her mental muscles and so forth. Megan closes the door after putting her shoulder into. She then moves around her one guest wooden chair, pushing it against the wall.

She briefly looks over the stacks of syllabi she's going to pass out to her classes tomorrow neatly piled on top of her only cabinet; she wonders how quickly she'll find them discarded on the school grounds at the end of the week

Megan wiggles between around the corner, being careful not to tip over her warped, four foot, plastic aquarium green plant that she calls the Audrey II; her only décor item she can afford with her pay.

She sits downs on her stiff, wooden chair and opens her purse. She takes off her necklace and earrings and plops them inside. She takes her cell phone out and places on the desk before she snaps her purse closed, she plans on not using those pieces of jewelry until the next crisis. She opens her bottom drawer and slides her workbag off her desk and into the drawer with a groan.

"Christ, I hate being thirty five." 

She kicks the bottom drawer closed and opens the top drawer, smiling when she finds a day old cup of coffee from Dunkin Donuts. She exchanges the purse for the cup and closes the drawer. She takes a sniff and it smells decent enough to clear sinuses but not to drink. She looks for a garage bin and then remembers that she doesn't have one. She laughs at herself as she hides it back in the top drawer.

Megan plays an easy listening reggae song saved on her cell phone, takes off her black pumps, wiggles her toes, and feels a sense of calm with the universe as she leans back, her chair creaks as she does.

She closes her eyes, which is a better alternative to looking up at the vent above her that doesn't work. Her mind takes her to the normal fantasy: She's on a sandy beach, wearing a two piece bikini that actually flatters her body, feeling the warm sun and a cool breeze on her tanned skin, and drinking an island drink with a small pink umbrella. All the women wink at her as they pass her by. No one is working as servers expect for the dean and the teaching staff. 

Her fantasy makes a wonderful addition by making Courtney walk out from the clear, blue water in a red micro mini bikini. Courtney's completely slicked back hair opens up her face when she smiles happily. Her breasts bounce with perfect symmetry and her long, smooth legs ooze with sex appeal as water flows down them. 

A hard knock on her door snaps her out of her fantasy and from sitting position. 

"Ms. Poland, are you inside? I can't open the door," Courtney says.

Megan quickly turns off the music, she doesn't know why but she's suddenly nervous and anxious. "Sorry, one second!"

After she puts her pumps back on, Megan makes her way around her desk and opens the door, laughing at Courtney's surprised reaction at the door being opened with a loud scrape against the carpet. "Sorry, old door."

Megan continues to smile as Courtney walks in with her book bag and gym bag, taking note of Courtney's change of clothes into a loose pink v-neck top that clearly showed her black bra, tight black jeans shaping her toned waist and backside, and a basic pair of black sneakers. Megan imagines that Courtney is planning to hang out with her friends or whatever nineteen year olds do after school instead of going home.

As soon as Megan closes the door, she turns to Courtney and watches with an understanding smirk as Courtney eyes her small office, dropping her bags next to the one and only guest chair. 

"It's not much, but it's home away from home. Hey... I'm so very sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to make you cry. You're not in trouble, please...please believe me, I was just trying to help you." Megan presses her chest for added believable when Courtney turns to her with a friendly grin. "And please tell me I didn't bruise your arm."

"No...it's cool. I mean, I was pissed at you for awhile but after I told my girlfriends, they were like...nah, not Ms. Poland she's from the streets like us...she's too cool. Then when I told them who I was cursing at, they called me stupid for twenty minutes." 

As they share a laugh, Megan is taken back how Courtney's face lightens up. Megan extends her arms. "Can we hug it out?" Megan is happy to know that Courtney's parents won't be getting involved and she knows she's being greedy by asking for a hug. But as Courtney hugs her, she smells Courtney's rose petal scented perfume on her neck and enjoys how soft Courtney's body feels; her greed is justified.

As they pull away, Megan notices how Courtney is smiling widely, lighting up her face more. 

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Megan didn't realize she was staring and still holding unto Courtney. She immediately gives her another hug. "I'm...just so happy that you're fine and that you've forgiven me." As her drama teacher once said, improvising is your best friend.

"I'm ok Ms. Poland." Courtney gives her a few friendly pats on the back.

As they pull away, completely this time, Megan says, "Well...I still need to know what that argument was all about. Sit down please."

Megan watches as Courtney nicely smiles as she playfully rolls her eyes. Megan is entertained to see Courtney taken back as she pulls the chair in front of her desk and sits down with the sudden realization of how uncomfortable it is. "Wow, this chair is...um..."

"Shit...I know. Excuse me, I need to wiggle by." Courtney moves the chair forward once as Megan makes her way by. "Thanks."

Megan is not too proud of herself, but she sneaks a peak at Courtney's cleavage; her soft breast are seemingly inviting for tasting. In the mist of her shame, she notices that Courtney is leaning forward to help her in her transition.

Megan says, "I'm not that chubby young lady." Megan turns the corner and sits on her chair when she sees looks up at Courtney, sitting up straight with a large grin. "What?"

"No...um...it's nothing."

"What is it Courtney?" Megan is waiting for a fat joke to come out, so it excuses her to throw something at her.

"Um...it wasn't...exactly...your stomach that was rubbing against my head."

"Oh god..." Megan covers her mouth with a sudden embarrassment of her large breasts. "Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

After a light hearted giggle, Courtney replies, "No, it's all good." 

Megan uncovers her mouth to reveal a humbled smile. "My day is just getting better and better." Megan looks around her desk for something to use as a funny change of topic. "Hey...I got a plant, its plastic." 

Courtney smile as she says, "Oh, you got that plastic type. I hear that's the latest thing to have."

Megan smirks. "Ok, smart ass, what happened this morning?"

Courtney leans back in her chair. "Ok...so I'm Science partners with Katherine's sister, Connie. So, Connie said Science was her major and that she'll do the math and experiments if I bought the items that we needed and typed up the report because I'm an English major...because I could translate our experiments and logs into summaries and results."

"Ok."

Courtney says loudly, waving her hands in the air, "Then Katherine gets in-my-face saying that Connie is doing all the work and that wasn't fair! After I told her what the arrangement was, she says...oh, well, you need to make new arrangements."

"I see." Megan is trying not to laugh at Courtney's imitations, pressing against her lips for a moment. "Continue."

"Then that bitch gets in my face with her finger calling me East Riverside trash! Then I told that whore to back off! And that's when you came in."

Megan gives Courtney a minute to put her hands down and calm down. "There's a joke I can say right now, but it's not appropriate for me to say to you...um...." Megan looks on with a smile as Courtney laughs briefly. "I'm ready to talk to you professor when needed. But come to me if Katherine or Connie makes things difficult for you. Other than that, how are things at home, ok?"

"My mother is dating an asshole, but he doesn't hit on me like her previous choices. So...upgrade!" She smiles, playfully raising her thumbs up briefly.

Megan shakes her head in disbelief, but still smiles. "What ever happened to teddy bears, worrying about leaving dresses on the floor, and posters of Jewel?"

"That stuff got replaced by pink wide-eyed toy monsters, shirts with drawings of skulls with pink bowties on it, and posters of Taylor Swift."

"Wow...that's hot. People still say that right?"

Courtney grins as she moves her legs slowly back and forth. "Sure Ms. Poland."

Megan wants to pay attention to Courtney's face, but the idea of putting her face in between Courtney's legs creeps in and is making her moist. 

"Do you mind I ask you a personal question?"

Megan swallows hard as she briefly rubs her neck as the tiny hairs start to tingle. "No, that's fair. Go ahead."

"Is it true that you kicked the dean in the balls for grabbing your ass?"

Megan laughs lightly, reliving the moment briefly. "Well, yeah." They share a laugh, but she can't stop taking the occasional look as Courtney continues to moves her legs.

"Cool...cool. Um..."

"You should go," Megan says quickly but happily, as she resisted the forbidden fruit that was before her. 

As they stand up and Courtney moves the chair back against the wall, Courtney says nicely, "I'll need help with the door, please.

"Yeah, sure, I got it."

After Megan makes her away around the desk, Courtney quickly says, "Actually, I heard some music that sounded pretty cool before I knocked on the door. Do you mind if I hear it right now? I have a thing for good songs."

"Yeah...sure...." Megan sits on her desk and grabs her phone. "It's already on pause on that track, but its' part of island playlist if you're interested."

Before Megan can cross her legs, Courtney leans in close, making it hard to subtly cross her legs without kicking Courtney; Megan doesn't have it in her to ask Courtney to stand back. As their hands touch as Courtney takes her cell phone, Megan's reason diminishes another level. Courtney looks down, plays the song, and listens with a smile as she bobs her head to the music. Megan is tempted to touch Courtney's sides as they are being swayed back and forth around her legs. The soft brushes against her knees are making her tingle more and more.

Courtney slowly looks up at Megan. "What's this group's name?"

It takes Megan an extra second to answer; she's unable to stay focused as she looks at Courtney's soft brown eyes. "I don't know." Courtney smiles at her as Megan continues, "You'll understand when you get older and get a job."

Megan laughs nervously, but it's brief because Courtney leans in and kisses her softly. Megan looks down, embarrassed, but smiles.

Courtney laughs lightly, holding Megan's hand. "Oh my God, you're shaking."

Megan wants to say that parts of her have been shaking for the past five minutes; it has just taken this long for the rest of her body to play catch up. Megan couldn't help wanting her, she's so beautiful. "Um...that shouldn't have happened."

Courtney puts the phone down and lets it play as she holds Megan hands. She leans in close and whispers softly, "Are you sure?"

Megan looks up and watches Courtney cock her head to the side and goes in for a kiss. Megan doesn't resist, she can't resist. They close their eyes and kiss slowly. Megan tastes her lips again, drawn into the sweet taste of Courtney's dark pink gloss balm and enjoying Courtney's wanton tongue slipping into her craving mouth.

Megan feels Courtney's hands slide down her sides, past her dress, and unto her legs. She takes a few deep breathes as Courtney pushes her dress forward.

"Are you ok," Courtney asks as they continue kissing.

Megan grins. "Yeah...tell me you'll take care of me....take control...make it hot." Megan opens her eyes and Courtney does the same. Megan hopes she didn't make things weird.

"I'm going to take..." Courtney grabs unto her legs and pulls her closer. 

Suddenly Courtney pants were rubbing against her exposed panties and it immediately makes her hot. "Oh shit."

"...good..." Courtney continues before she's pushed on her back. Megan doesn't mind, it was hot as hell that Courtney was being a little forceful, it was making her wet. Courtney continues after she pushes her dress up, pulls her panties off, and slams it on the desk, "...fucking care of you."

Her clit was aching to be touched by the time Courtney bent down, but when her soft tongue touched it Megan took deep breathes as concentrated pleasure is disbursed throughout her body. "Oh God...oh God..." 

Her legs part for Courtney like they've been waiting for her all summer. Megan unbuttons her belt, removes her jacket, removes the shoulder straps of her dress and bra, and plays with her breasts. As Courtney continues to please her, they lock eyes with each other. Megan sees enjoyment is written all over Courtney's face as she uses her talented tongue. And that turns Megan on more.

After Courtney warm lips sucks unto her pussy lips with light smack sounds, Courtney asks in a low sexy voice, "Do you like that Ms. Poland?"

Barely able to talk, Megan answer, "You can stop calling me..." Courtney continues her onslaught of pleasure by licking her clit with a high pitched moan, slipping in a finger. Megan closes her eyes and breathing deeply, touching her nipples. "Fuck, you're good at this."

"Thank you Ms. Poland."

Megan looks back down as Courtney giggles, standing up straight to remove her top and bra to show off her perfect round breasts.

"Oh look at those."

Courtney rubs them hard. "You can suck them later, but first things first." Courtney smiles as she bends back down and insert three fingers inside her, being turned on by the sound of them smacking fast and hard against her pussy. Megan has no choice but to lay there and take it; it wasn't a hard choice.

"Oh yeah, finger fuck me...mmhmm...oh God...oh yes."

"Oh wow...you're...getting so wet...want to get something?"

"Fuck the desk...don't stop, don't fucking stop...oh yeah...oh yeah."

Courtney continues working miracles by exploring areas that hasn't been explored for the past month, as the college doesn't consider vibrator replacement as a medical expense. Besides, Megan doesn't care about the sweat stains or any other stains for that matter, because she's feeling too damn good.

Megan lies flat on her back. "Oh my god...oh my god..." She struggles to stay on the table, partially wondering if it could handle the rocking from her body, until she feels Courtney warm lips hum on her clit again. "Oh fuck..."

Megan's body is surging with electricity as she cums and pins Courtney's face in place with her hands as her hips shakes. Megan pants and moans, her head tossing back and forth. Even after her hips stop moving, Courtney's fingers stay in place and her lips are still sucking on her clit, despite her head being used like a dildo. Megan rides the feelings like rippling effects of pleasurable jolts through her system until they fade away as Courtney stops.




The Good Deed



Megan looks down as she loosens her grip off Courtney's more cluttered hair. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Megan tries to fix her hair, but stops when it doesn't help.

Courtney's kisses her clit before she looks up. "Don't be, that was hot. Anything else I can do for you Ms. Poland?" Courtney licks Megan's pussy lips. 

Megan's body jolts again briefly. "Give me a minute...um...wait...I'll take care of you next?"

Courtney laughs. "No worries, I have a party to go to."

Megan's eyes widen. "What now?"

She watches as Courtney gives her one more last kiss on the clit, then stands up, putting her shirt and bra in one swift motion. "I'm good." She walks to her gym bag, unzips it, and takes out a small bag of wipes. She wipes her mouth and fingers. "Here you go."

Megan watches as Courtney casually throws the wipes on the desk. "Um..."

Courtney looks around. "Where's your garage bin?"

Megan sits up and pulls her dress down, feeling she is about to make things weird. "I...don't have one. Um...what's happening?"

Courtney grins and then walks to her. "Oh, sorry...you wanted these?" With one swift motion, she pops out her breasts. "Go ahead," she says encouragingly, leaning in close. 

Megan finds it assuming that Courtney is offering her breasts as if they were warm, buttered bread to eat before the main course. But not wanting to be rude, she sucks on Courtney's tender breasts. She grabs them tightly from the excitement and thrill of the moment. Megan makes smacking sounds as she slurps her breasts, leaving a trail of her saliva. 

"Oh God," Courtney says.

Megan is turns on by Courtney's sudden touch on her head, partially tugging at her hair and her hot breathe on her forehead. Megan grabs Courtney's ass and pulls her close with a sudden surge of want. 

Courtney moans lightly. "You want me that badly huh?" 

Megan hears Courtney's belt being undone, her hands immediately dips under Courtney jeans and squeezes her soft ass. They kiss long and hard.

"I could be late for the party..." Courtney begins to whisper before Megan immediately places Courtney on her back on the desk, Courtney giggles lightly. "Oh shit...ok then." Courtney continues to giggle until they continue to kiss.

There are several things that happen quickly in Megan's life: The time it took for the board to calculate her yearly budget for her, the time it took her to get hooked on coffee from teaching, and the time her knee met the dean's crotch.

None were faster than the time it takes Megan to remove Courtney's pants off her amazing body. Megan smiles quickly and kisses Courtney eagerly; she plans on giving Courtney some well deserved payback.