21 comments/ 179521 views/ 5 favorites Cristi By: Sylvan My sister Cristi and I weren't always friends, but, being similar ages and personalities, we always knew we could rely on each other for advice and support. The summer after I graduated high school, when she got home from her freshman year of college, was when things changed for us. We had a swimming pool in our basement–-yes, in the basement, not the yard–-and this gave us great opportunities to relax, even at night when outside there wouldn't be enough light. The previous summer I had spent a lot of time ogling Cristi's tightly-suited body when we both got bored late at night and felt like getting some activity that wasn't too strenuous. Back then we'd gotten into the habit of talking with each other (mostly her giving me advice about classes to take and teachers to avoid at the high school). This was a tradition I hoped to revive from the first night we were both home, not least because of the ogling, but also because she was excellent company. I was gently gliding from one end of the pool to the other at about midnight when Cristi stepped into the pool room. Her body hadn't changed at college, at least as far as I could tell, but having been at home for a week with no high school hallway eye candy, she looked even better than it would have otherwise. Her blue one-piece, rather than giving every little detail away about her figure, made my imagination work a little to see the wonderful curvature of her abs, and deemphasized her breasts. I knew them to be a C-cup from years of snooping in the laundry room, but her suit gripped them tightly enough that they wouldn't wobble, with the side benefit that I could distinguish her nipples. What little brotherly propriety I had left in me made my eyes drift over her mound quickly, getting right to her smooth, shapely legs. Cristi usually runs for exercise, giving her basically perfect legs. I'm not sure, but I may have forgotten to breathe for a few moments. "Something wrong, Jon?" I hadn't noticed that my eyes were taking her in a little too intently, so I had to recover and try not to blush too much. "Well, Cristi..." "Checking for tattoos?" "As a brother, I have to make sure that your no-good boyfriend isn't hitting you. It's a protectiveness thing." I thought she didn't buy it when she sliced into the water, but then she popped up right next to me, embracing me, much to my surprise. "Thanks, Jon. That's sweet, whether or not it's completely accurate." She pulled back and smiled at me. "But I don't even have a boyfriend right now. So you have nothing to worry about." "No boyfriend? For how long?" "I went on a few dates this semester but the only guy that lasted more than a week was first semester." She didn't look upset by this at all, so I didn't see any reason not to ask for more information. "Now Cristi, I don't mean to pry, but..." "No, I didn't sleep with him." I was relieved I didn't have to finish the question. "I'm still a virgin, Jon." After a moment in which I didn't know what to say (hey, *you* try to say something there that doesn't offend or trivialize her), she broke the silence again to ask, "How about you? Have you had sex yet?" My male instincts screamed at me to bluster and inflate my experience, but we made eye contact and I humbly sighed, saying, "No, I haven't. The closest was a handjob nine months ago." I blushed at this admission. Cristi, a little embarrassed to see me so vulnerable, brushed a strand of her wet hair behind her ear as she floated closer to me in the pool and said, "A few guys have groped me a little through my clothes. The most intense it's ever been was when I had my hand over a guy's fully-clothed crotch and he...um, I guess "came" early." I don't know what came over me, but suddenly I got a shot of courage and said something I wouldn't have in a million years expected to say to my sister. "We should do something," I said. "What do you mean?" "Well, I've never gotten farther than handjobs, and you've never gotten further than heavy petting. Why shouldn't we? I can't think of a nicer way to learn about sex than with someone I trust, like you. We're both mature and attractive people, and from what I've heard, it's pretty fun." She was quiet for a minute, as if she didn't know what to say. Finally, "You're attracted to me?" Her facial expression was not encouraging, but it was still more surprised than revolted so I quickly worked to recover. "Definitely. How could I not be? You take good care of yourself. You're thin, curvy, and soft-featured--how much more could I ask for?" She looked at me like she still didn't know how to respond to the idea. "How else would we lose our virginity? To some transient post-adolescent relationship? I don't anticipate falling into real love for a long time. I think it would be a great way to become closer between us. It would be a way to express our friendship in something beautiful. I don't wanna pressure you, but I don't want you to dismiss the notion out-of-hand. And if you don't want to, I'm not offended, so don't take my feelings as significant. It's your feelings that matter." She said, hesitantly, "I don't know, Jon. Don't think I'm not flattered or that you're not attractive, but I had never really thought of this before, and you obviously have. I'm sort of dealing with the idea a little more." She paused, pursing her lips in just the thoughtful way I found so appealing. She crossed her arms over her breasts as if to hug herself. "Just leaping into your bed seems like the wrong decision, but I am curious, and I do trust you and value our relationship." Another pause, shorter this time. "I think that it could work just fine if we took it slow." She smiled at me and I smiled back awkwardly, internally calming down from the coronary events of the past few minutes. "So, where do we start?" Cristi asked. "The better question is, how far we want to go this first time." She pondered it, and came upon a solution. "Let's not touch tonight. We should watch each other." I nodded approval eagerly, and we climbed out of the pool. After a few awkward moments not knowing how to strip in front of an imminent lover, we each ended up completely naked. Cristi was one of the lucky women who was just as beautiful with her clothes off as on. Her naked body was sculpted into just the right curves. Her breasts weren't huge, and they weren't small, but they were neither saggy nor hard; they had that exquisite balance of the two. Her legs weren't *as* perfect as those tits, but the silky skin was so smooth that my eyes could hardly believe themselves. By the time I was done with my first visual examination, my mouth was watering and I couldn't hide my seven inches of satisfaction from her if I'd wanted too. I looked back at her face, and after a few seconds, her gaze drifted from my cock to my eyes. "You're beautiful." I told her. Silently knowing that the other wanted to proceed, we both sat down, in the his and hers deck chairs that sat at the poolside. We were looking straight at each other from hardly ten feet apart. A lot of nonverbal communication was going on, as if we were each beaming signals to each other that both of us were afraid. I moved my hand around my shaft, never taking my eyes off of her as she moved her hand down to stimulate herself, inserting first one finger, then another. As I started moving my hand up and down, she started to move her fingers faster and faster, letting out a moan and briefly closing her eyes as if to let herself catch up with all the stimulation before accepting more. The hottest part about it was how she kept staring at my cock, like she wanted it more than anything. Eventually she devoted her thumb to rubbing her clit, which I took to mean she was nearing her orgasm. It was a good thing, too, because I probably couldn't hold back much longer, and I wanted her to cum first. "Cum on me, Jon, please!" That was it. I could hardly get over there fast enough, no matter how short a distance it was. There was no holding back once a woman that hot and ready gave the command. No sooner was I in position than I started to release, and, not knowing where she wanted it, satisfied my fantasies by sending the whole load onto her tits. It was probably the greatest orgasm I'd had to date, and it set her off into her own writhing ecstasy. Afterwards, we went upstairs and lay together naked on my bed with my arm around her while we talked about it. When she finally decided to go to bed, her parting words as she finished pulling her pajama shirt over her head were, "More tomorrow?" The next night, we were talking again about school and our lives, and it was finally late enough that our parents would be asleep. At a pause in the conversation, Cristi said, "Should we touch tonight?" "It's up to you," I said. She thought about it and decided, "I'm not ready for oral sex, but I would like to give you a handjob and let you do the same for me. I think that'll be tonight's fun." No sooner had she finished than both of us started stripping. I was still amazed that she was so hot naked, and she seemed proud of her ability to turn me on just from her looks. There was a moment where we weren't sure who should go first, but then I motioned for her to sit down, and got my hand in position. Kneeling between her spread-eagled thighs, I inserted two fingers and put my thumb where I thought her clit was, but she giggled at my error and clued me in to the right spot. I tried to be gentle and soothing, eventually getting her extremely wet, and she almost purred a few times. When I started really moving, her breathing got faster. Remembering something I read online, I turned my index finger to make a beckoning motion inside her until she arched her back in a climactic orgasm. Quietly removing my hand, she thanked me in a whisper and, after taking a few moments to recuperate, directed me to sit in front of her. I did, my manhood rigid before her. She gently reached her all-too-smooth hand around it, grasping it experimentally, and then started to jack me off. I improved her grip a little, and before long I was moaning. Seeing my younger sister's hand slide up and down my shaft, her tits shifting as she jacked me off, was incredible. Soon, I knew I was going to cum, and relayed the information. Cristi just increased speed. My jizz fountained up, making a true mess all over her hand as I felt on top of the world. When I finally stopped spewing, she removed her hand, licked it clean, then wiped more of my juices off of my shrinking cock and licked those up, too. "Ooh, tasty! Thanks, Jon." She got up and started to get dressed while I sat there watching her increasingly less-naked form bend over, twist, and generally ooze sensuality into the room. When she was fully dressed, I was hard again. She turned around and saw my state, grinning widely. "Did I do that?" "Ohhh, yes. Cristi, you're the hottest woman I've ever seen. I'd be worried if you dressing in front of me didn't send me rampant." "That's so sweet. You just hold that thought for tomorrow night, though." She went to the door, and before she opened it, turned around and said, "But don't jack off. That cum is all mine, and if you waste it, then how can we have fun?" She left with a smile on her face and an erection on her brother. I thought about jacking off, but decided to follow her mandate. Who knew what she might have in mind for our next fun? Twenty-four hours later, I was sitting in my room waiting for Cristi to show up. it was about midnight, and I was a little worried why she wasn't here. Was she having second thoughts? Would I never see her beautiful form in the nude again? I sat around for another half an hour before she walked in, silently closing the door after her. Bracing myself, I awaited her words as she paused. After about ten seconds, she flung her hair over her shoulder sensuously and began to speak. "Jon, I've been thinking, and I don't know if this is right. I know what you said earlier, but now that we're kinda into it, I'm a little uncomfortable." "Cristi, what can I do to make you feel like this relationship is just the same as one with any other guy?" "Well, I think it would be better if we did things in my room, for starters. I also want you to call me Cris. Only mom and you call me Cristi, so it kinda reemphasizes our connection." I raised my eyebrows, wondering if that was really all she wanted, those miniscule issues. "I also want us to not go all the way. I've managed not to lose it so far to anyone, and I think I want to save myself for marriage." I let go of the breath I'd been holding. So she didn't want to call it all off. We could continue, but I wasn't getting snatch. I could handle that. "No problem, all those things are fine, Cris. Why don't we go off to your room and have some fun?" She smiled and nodded, and we shuffled along the hallway to her room. Once we were there, we quickly and un-self-consciously stripped our clothes. Her stunning body was once again before me, and I was well on my way to maximum stiffness by the time she was done. "Sit down, Jon." I did so, sitting in the middle of her bed and looking forward to whatever she had planned. She kneeled in front of me, wrapping her hand around my shaft, then moving it up and down. I was entranced by the bouncing her bare tits were doing, and the incredibly silky skin of her thighs. I didn't even notice her head was moving until she released a hot breath on my cock. Our eyes met, and I got the stupidest grin on my face, like a man who'd just struck gold. She moved her mouth over my twitching cock without touching, removing her hand to hold my side. Then, in a moment, she had enveloped me in her mouth, setting off just about every pleasure center in my body. As she bobbed her head up an down on my shaft, I was lucky to even remain conscious from all the pleasure. And this was only her first time! I thought I was going to explode, when she suddenly pulled off. I was sitting there catching my breath, when she rotated me to lay on the bed. I was a little confused, since she had just told me she wouldn't go all the way, but as my hormone-dazzled brain eventually figured out, there was more than one way to penetrate a woman. Cris lowered herself onto me, grinning at my pleasantly surprised expression, and suddenly my wet and rigid cock was at the entrance to her asshole. It was like a tight dream, fully encompassing me. After the initial resistance, it only took a few more moments before I bottomed out in her ass. I decided that whatever feeling she was getting in exchange for the tight fit wasn't enough, so I used my right hand on her steamy wet slit. That definitely got her moving, because only a few seconds later, she was having an orgasm, clenching her ass muscles in a way I couldn't resist. I pulled her all the way down, grunted, and sprayed my sister's interior with jet after jet of semen. Cristina & Sophie - Intimately My name is Sophie. I'm 28, gay, and madly in love with my Miss, Alison. Ally introduced me not all that long ago to the glory of a woman loving another woman. Being the scamp that she is, she accidentally, intentionally bumped into me as I was walking, lapping at an ice cream cone. She apologized profusely, of course, and led me by the hand to the ladies, where she made a rather futile attempt to clean me up in a stall. She looked me dead in the eye and told me to take off my blouse, as most of the ice cream had fallen (somehow) into it. I stared in shock and amazement; she repeated the "request" again in a tone that brooked no nonsense. Her eyes never left mine as I undid the buttons -- and I blushed furiously from her gaze and from baring myself to a stranger and a woman. She bent and licked the ice cream as it lay between my breasts. I felt faint; my heart was pounding in my chest and roaring in my ears ... and, umm, down there. I think I may have a spend just from writing of it -- and the remembering. We spent the entire weekend together. Some time later I sought and found employment at the same company as Ally. She sits in an office in a fashion that I can see her and she me -- this was intentional on her part, as was her placement of me at my desk. Our days are often long, and our bus ride home takes an hour, on good days. There is a company that has people clean at night. Sadly we see them more often than not. It was about a month ago that a new lady came on the floor. She is absolutely glorious. Her name is Cristina, she has the most gorgeous hazel eyes, a mop of curls on her head, a slender figure, and breasts that --oh my -- they, umm, I'm having a flood thinking of it as I write. My face burns with embarrassment and I'm glad of it. When she bends to take my waste basket -- oh dear, I can't take my eyes off her. My Miss knows of how I fancy her. She teases me of course. I hear her cough as Cristina comes near me. She talks of her after our lovemaking as we lay in our bed. Just the other night as I was bathing her toes with my mouth and tongue (I love doing it more than she enjoys my doing it, I think) Ally beckoned me to the bed. She had me sit opposite her. I could see from the smirk and the twinkle in her eye that she was up to something. She spoke softly to me about Cristina, asking me to describe how I would make love to her if given the chance. I spoke haltingly and softly. She slithered toward me and bade me to spread my legs wide. I was frigging myself, at her bidding, and speech became a bit of a challenge in my growing excitement. She slithered further, her eyes eating me up, further building the heat that was building in my ... umm ... you know where. She slid a bit more and, in a soft voice, told me to hold my lips (yes! those lips) apart. My mouth gaped. "Don't take your eyes from mine Sophet," she hissed. She slid a bit further and slipped her big toe inside my ... inside me. (me: blushing) I squeaked, my eyes wide with shock. "Your loving with Cristina -- how will you manage it with the language barrier, pet?" (Cristina is Portuguese) We had spoken of it before; it would pose a challenge. I confessed, again, that I didn't know. "Keep at yourself, pet, while I pleasure you." I was already ready to go round again ... it wouldn't be much longer. "Will you take her with your mouth, pet, with your fingers, or both?" I gasped out the words in my answer. Then I heard it: "NOW!" My body froze as it pounded through me; I panted, jerked, twitched and cried out from the hot, lovely power of it. Ally's bidding me to spend always leaves me breathless, sweaty, and spectacularly wrecked when it's over. I felt the devil of it as her toe pushed, my fingers teased, and then it slipped away, leaving me moaning in agony. I had wanted it never to end. I blinked a couple of times; Ally was smiling gloriously. She took the toe from me and brought the foot to my mouth. I took it in my hands, bent my head a bit, and tasted myself as I cleaned and loved her foot. I shivered in an aftershock; Ally's eyes were heavy with lust and glowed with love. We didn't get to sleep for a while that night. There was an evening when my Miss had a dental appointment. She had left and would return; then we would bus to home. Cristina came by as always. She bent at my desk -- gloriously. I don't know what came over me in that moment -- I reached for her hand. She jumped and turned to me. I had already risen to my feet -- no, I don't know how or why. Her eyes showed her confusion as I moved closer -- they got very, very wide. But she never moved away. I leaned to kiss her. She didn't close her eyes. When I pulled away she smiled. Oh dear. - I got up my courage and moved to her, putting an arm behind her back and my hand behind her head. This time I kissed her; her lips parted for me. I darted my tongue, hers met mine. I think we moaned at the same time. I heard her breathing -- it had sped up a bit. The kiss was lovely. I felt her hands on me. She lifted my blouse from my skirt. My eyes flew open; she was watching me too. She pulled from the kiss and smiled again. She took my hand and led me to the conference room that was down the hall. She flicked on the light and closed the door. She pointed to the thick carpeting and moved to lay on it, pulling me with her. She rolled me to my back -- ohmyohmy! I had kissed her; she had quickly taken control. My Miss and I had mused if Cristina was "family;" it certainly seemed so. She removed my blouse and kissed my shoulders, neck, and the valley between my breasts. She moved my hands to the front clasp. Her eyes were on mine as I undid the clasp. I shrugged clear of the bra. She bent to kiss my breasts. I arched my back to meet her mouth. She was fabulous with them ... loving them thoroughly, lapping, nipping, suckling, teasing. I moaned and held her head to me. I couldn't wait for my turn at her. As her mouth loved me, her hands worked the zipper of my skirt. I lifted my bum and she slid it and my panties off. I was embarrassed -- my Miss had me ribboned for the day. Oh well, at least I hadn't had the pacifier in. (blushing again) I love it!! I thought to myself -- Only one of us is nude. Hmm! Cristina was moving down my body, wreaking glorious, loving havoc on me. Her eyes rose to meet mine; as she did so, her fingers slid into my, umm, my center. She smiled as I gasped in pleasure. I brought my feet up and spread my knees apart. Her eyes stayed on mine. She slipped her fingers from me; miserable bi ... I cried out my frustration. She smiled, stood, and straddled me with her feet. She undid the draw string of her uni pants and slid them off -- and the thong with it. Oh My! There was a thin patch of hair above her umm -- there. She smiled at the want in my eyes. She pulled the top off and let it fall. I held out my hands to her; she nodded and went to her knees. I undid the bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders. I sat up and took those glorious mounds I had lusted for all these mouths -- umm, months. Oopsie! Yes, I took one in my mouth -- she held it and fed it to me; the other hand on the back of my head, fingers slipping in my hair. Her moans let me know she was taking as much pleasure from me as I was in bathing her with my mouth and tongue. She shivered deliciously and trembled a little. I moved to its twin and loved it thoroughly and well. I lifted my eyes to her; her eyes were closed and her beautiful face was aglow with pleasure -- and flushed. I moved my mouth, reluctantly, from her, and pulled her atop me. She slipped between my legs and smiled as she kissed me. She found me with her sex; she was hot and wet. I lifted a bit; she began. It is only one way women love each other; it's my favourite, as I can see my lover's face and eyes, and kiss! Oh my yes -- we did. It's also Ally's fav ... OH MY!!! Alison!! She'll be back soon. Oh my ... Cristina had sped up her hips; I did as well. Oh this is fabulous!! I found her eyes ... hot and wild. I lifted my head to beg for a kiss; she fucked, umm, she kissed me hard and she, umm, her tongue was ... wild. I had my legs high in the air now; I held them with my hands and kept them wide for her. Good lord I was close to my spend!! Oh please yes, hurry with me!! Cristina threw her head back; her cry was low and harsh with her lust. She bucked her hips hard to me and I pushed back as hard as I could; she shuddered wonderfully and ... oh, yessss, thank you, yes!! We both spent at the same time!! I cried out at it ...My god it was wonderful, the fury and heat as it ripped me apart gloriously. I tried so hard to keep my eyes on her but they closed as another starburst of light went off in my head. I thought I might faint as she sped up still more; then with a grunt and a moan, she stiffened, pushed at me one last time, and fell atop me, limp and spent. Mine lasted a bit more -- praise god! I moaned when it slipped away. Cristina lay with her head on my neck; her breath was hot and wonderful on my skin. I cooed and held her as we both came back from it. I heard hands clap, and a voice, "Well done Sophet!! Well done indeed." Ally!! Cristina's head jerked and she looked for the voice. I, umm, forgot -- my Miss loves to watch and direct. Neither of us heard the door open or close. Cristina tried to get up; I held her to me and kissed her. No point now! I kissed her face, eyes; we hadn't spoken a word. None were needed. She smiled at me when the kiss broke and kissed the tip of my nose. She sat up and tried to put her things on; I giggled. Silly bird -- Cristina turned, looked at me and giggled as well. I stood up, blushing furiously. Ally was beaming; I reached for Cristina's hand and brought her to her feet; we both bowed -- one partly dressed, one not, both blushing and giggling. Cristina hurriedly dressed. Ally came round and hugged Cristina, kissed her, and patted her cheek softly in approval. Cristina smiled, nodded and left. We missed our bus that night. (wink) Author's Note: There is one piece of this that is fact -- there is a young lady who cleans an office at a place where the two women work. The story itself is a fantasy of one who, in the story, is named Sophie. She has a secret crush; her lover, Alison, in the story, knows of it and, as the story hints, encourages it -- as a fantasy. They are truly, sweetly, and completely in love. To be able to create a story that brings each of them giggles and joy is a blessing. Thanks to you both for everything. Cristina's Re-birth Christina rocked my world the first time I met her. There were no fireworks. No wildly passionate sexual adventures. But, these eyes had never seen a more stunningly beautiful woman. It was embarrassingly easy to stare. And, it was equally difficult to not maintain visual contact. What made her so attractive? I guess, and this has ran through my mind often, that a woman with all her attributes just doesn't come along very often, if ever. I can describe how Christina appears but it will never do justice. She is about five feet, eight inches. Hair of blonde, almost shoulder length. Eyes the color of warm chocolate. A wide, happy smile that could stop enraged animals in their path. Skin that hinted of porcelain. She carried herself with refined grace,never a wasted movement. A slender frame that hints of ballet in her past. Her attire is always simple and impeccable. But, as said earlier, this description is utterly lacking. Maybe these words can convey a small part of her totality. She was a new employee, co-worker, that well-remembered morning. We did not work in the same department but since the company is relatively small, we did cross paths often. Over a period of time it became quite evident that her intelligence, and common sense, carried her to that point in her career. Most would have assumed that looks were the deciding factor in her hire. Gradually I overcame my uneasiness of Christina's presence. I would never consider her as a friend, only a fellow worker. Our conversations were mostly work related and never too personal. But, I looked forward to every moment and spoken word. A glancing view from the end of the hallway was enough to brighten my day. Her life away from work was a total mystery, as was her past. All in all, it was better to be on the periphery of Christina than trying to match her splendor. Then, without any advance notice, Christina was gone. I heard through the office grapevine that her long time boyfriend had proposed marriage. He lived in the neighboring state and wanted Cristina to move immediately so wedding planning could begin. There was an emptiness that couldn't be completely explained. I knew that there was not, and never would be, anything between us. I knew that there was obsession on my part. And, that could be dealt with in time. I was well aware that time would relieve me of my loss. The strangest feeling though, was one of foreboding for her. I couldn't escape the feeling that she was not happy. Not that I was capable of providing her with a contented and happy existence. So, over a period of a few weeks, Christina became a pleasant, but distant, memory. Over the next two years my own career proceeded nicely. I was rewarded for my competence by being promoted to the head of my division. I must say the level of responsibility was staggering but there was enough stubbornness to never back down from a challenge. When I graduated from college the jobs were long hours and little pay. Now there was a sense of accomplishment. Unfortunately the personal life suffered as a result. Unbeknownst to me, that was headed for change. While sitting at my desk, working through lunch, waiting for my secretary to return with some takeout, I heard a soft tapping at the door. The immediate thought was anger due to the interruption. When I raised my eyes that changed completely. There was Christina, more radiant than ever before. I quickly rose to my feet and gestured her inside. I blurted out my surprise like some pimple-faced teenager. When I asked what brought her back here there was an almost imperceptible drop in her smile. That's when I saw her left hand missing a ring. There was elation that she wasn't encumbered, but sorrow for her life not going as planned. She told me that the marriage went sour from the moment the ceremony ended. Her few friends were in this city and she wanted to work for the corporation again. She asked me if there were any openings in my division. Christina told me that her whole life had been one where men wanted her for a trophy. I was one of the few who treated her as only another person and didn't overstep my bounds. I couldn't tell her that my fears prevented approaching her. I couldn't tell her that I desired her along with all the others. As she talked her shoulders slowly sagged. There was a sadness that I had never seen on her face. In fact, I could not remember ever seeing Christina's face without a smile. I knew that my hidden caring would be reason enough to not hire her. But, how could I refuse? I knew that she would be a great addition to my division. There were accounts that would only prosper under her guidance. I had removed the thoughts of Christina over the past two years. Now they were flooding back like a burst dam. I honestly didn't know if I could handle working that closely with her. I told her that there were positions available. The salaries were not to the level her work deserved, but she could pick the one she liked most. The look on her face was all the justification I needed. I felt bathed by the glow of Christina's face. The effusion of thanks left me slightly uncomfortable. She assured me that her work would be top-notch. That was never a given a second thought. My questions were of a completely different nature. Over the next few months Christina settled into an amazing pace. She had a capacity for solving problems that was unmatched by anyone I had ever worked alongside. She rapidly learned my feelings on how to handle catastrophes and dealt with them without ever letting them cross my desk. We did spend much more time together, but it never had any tone other than professionalism. I still knew nothing more about her marriage and divorce. I knew little about her life away from work. She never mentioned whom she saw after hours, if anyone. And I had the good sense to not ask, for my own sanity. In fact, the rumors were that she had friends at work but not away. I really didn't believe that she confided in anyone. My secretary was wary of Christina. It wasn't jealousy. It was more of a feeling. Grace was reluctant to trust someone with so many hidden areas in their life. It was like Christina lived a secret life. But, it wasn't my business even though I often thought about how she could be so wonderful in her job, have the adoration of the clients, and never mention what she did away from the job. I had my close friends and occasional romantic interests. So, I became adept at keeping Christina from my thoughts, except while at work. That's how it had become, life with and without Christina. The company had few clients outside of our city. We were quite comfortable providing services unmatched by any other firm in this area. The advantage was not making business trips. I hated changing my routine. Unfortunately, a large firm from the other coast was planning on opening on office nearby. We had been recommended to handle issues for them, rather than have a firm three thousand miles away try to be hands-on. That meant the inevitable cross-country trips to set up the initial contract. Christina was the logical choice for that job. I gladly let her fly back and forth. It was a very comforting feeling to know that she was in charge of the deal. But, two days before the contract was to be finalized Christina called me in a panic. The fact that she was not calm and cool was enough to make chills travel up my spine. There were some last-minute changes that she didn't have the authority to make. The clients board of directors wanted me to fly out and deal with everything first-hand. Great, not only did I have to leave on a moment's notice, but wondering how badly it might be if Christina was flustered, caused my stomach to turn over. Two days of round the clock work solved all the points of contention. Christina was valuable beyond belief. She was able to wade into the middle of hard-set ideas and soften the steeliness. I mentally told myself that she was going to get a raise and promotion when we returned. The contract was signed on Friday afternoon, late. Since it would be impossible to get a return flight that evening it was decided that we needed a celebratory dinner. The hotel concierge told me of a wonderful Italian restaurant three blocks away. He arranged the reservations while we changed clothes. I was waiting for Christina in the lobby when she made her entrance. I know that every person, man and woman, had to notice her as she walked out of the elevator. I had regaled in her beauty for so long there was some degree of immunity. She wore a simple black dress, just above the knee. It showed her figure without revealing anything. Her body seemed to glide under the fabric. Christina's only jewelry was an elegant pearl necklace and matching earrings. Her smile reminded me of that first day, many years before. She marched up to me and gave me big hug. I barely remember her voice, thanking me for coming out to help. She immediately let go her grip, headed for the door, looking over her shoulder and telling me to hurry up. She was hungry. That was the first time we had ever touched. I felt the blood rush to my head and appetite vanish. At least I gathered my wits before she turned out the door. Did I really see a barely perceptible glint in her eye? The restaurant lived up to its billing. It was very rustic. None of the large rooms crammed with tables from corner to corner. It was filled with small alcoves holding two or three tables. We were seated in a tiny corner that blocked us from other diners. The food and wine was exquisite. We even shared a desert. Again, the conversation rarely ventured from work. But, Christina was more animated than she ever had been. I wouldn't have complained if she had talked about acne and incontinence. I wished we didn't have to leave but three hours for one meal is long enough. As we entered the hotel Christina asked if I would like to join her in the lounge for a last drink before heading to our rooms. Anything, to prolong this night, was welcome. The lounge was mostly deserted. Just a few pairs of businessmen near the bar. Christina chose to sit on a leather sofa near the fake fireplace. Undercurrents flowed through my brain. This was, like the restaurant, quite romantic. We sat mostly side-ways so it would be easier to see each other as we talked. The waiter brought our drinks and we spent several minutes just watching the gas logs. Christina was the first to speak. She softly told me, "thank you". I reassured her that it was my job to come help, if it was needed. "No", she said. " I mean thanks for everything else". She could see the look of confusion on my face. Christina told me how much she appreciated that in all the years since we met, I had never once tried to delve into her past or life. She took a long, deep breath and said, " I think it is time you got some explanation about myself". I started to open my mouth but she held a finger to her lips to shush me. I was instantly on edge. I was about to hear her story. What made Christina the person she has become? Why everyone knew so little of her life. She told me that since early childhood her beauty had shaped her existence. She always was treated like some rare antique doll. Fawned over by an over-protective mother. Isolated by a father who knew the boys would be coming with intensity. Her entire childhood had been one of exclusive private schools, modeling classes, dance instruction. She thought at times that she was being groomed to be queen of something. Her life was never her own. She never received the opportunity to get dirty, to make mistakes, to have friends that were not approved. Her life was totally sheltered until she left for college. She related that the desire to leave town for college almost estranged her from mom and dad. They still wanted to rein her in at every point in life. When she left for college, Christina had never been on a date where there weren't chaperones or other couples. Her parents called her every day to check up. Most weekends found them driving to see her. She knew it was their way of keeping control. She wasn't bitter. She realized, in her heart, that they loved her deeply. And, they knew there would come a time when they couldn't stop her from spending time with young men. They had seen the way the males at every point in her life had looked when she passed. She did start to date during her freshman year but quickly learned that most men wanted one thing from her. They could not seem to understand that just because she was gorgeous did not mean that her life experience was vast. She had been so repressed by her folks that she had no clue about personal relationships. There were no girlfriends to share the thoughts and ask questions. The women around her avoided her like she was a leper. One had told her that no woman wanted to be near her and be ugly in comparison. So, in time, she was thought to be cold, aloof, and bitchy. She learned to entertain herself. She poured her time into the books, becoming a stellar student. Not that she was lacking in intellect to begin with. It became her refuge from life itself. By the time she graduated, with honors, from the university, Christina could count her dates on both hands. She had long before felt relegated to a life of loneliness. It wasn't what she dreamed about but it did keep her from delving into the psychological reasons for her life. Her parents had instilled in her a fear that men would never want her for what she was. She felt cursed by her beauty and secretly hated her looks. She knew her appearance kept any man from seeing the true person that lived inside. And she had no clue how to show them. She met her fiancé soon after graduation. He lived in the apartment next door. It wasn't that he was different from other men. He just happened to be more insistent than any other. She still had no idea how to open her feelings to someone else. She maintained her celibacy like it was the one thread that kept her constant. To give in before marriage would be an admission that her parents had been right and she had failed them miserably. When the proposal for marriage finally came Cristina felt as if life had finally turned her way. Regretfully, the lavish wedding turned into a honeymoon nightmare. Christina had buried any thought of sexual expression for so long. Her new husband never thought to ask Christina if she was a virgin. He assumed that she had partners before but decided that it was better for them to wait for marriage. She never thought to tell him of her rudimentary, at best, romantic skills. She had no idea how to please a man. She had no clue how to accept pleasure for herself. The intimacy, after so many years of isolation, was terrifying. She knew that her marriage and new husband should give her pleasure but there was no knowledge to draw from. He was frustrated with her coldness. Actually, she was terrified. He could not understand that it was her abject fear, not him. She didn't know how to explain. Before the honeymoon ended the riff had started. Every time her husband approached her for sex she would tense up. Her thoughts were always that boys only wanted one thing, even him. He quit asking. And, ten months after the wedding, he filed for divorce. She was not unhappy. She knew he was not getting what he deserved from her, as a wife. She didn't know if she would ever be capable of giving that much of herself to anyone. She still had never obtained any pleasure from their lovemaking. After the divorce was finalized she knew that moving back to our city was her only option. After trying to stay for several months Christina gave up and moved. She had prayed that a job would be available. Even though no one would ever have noticed, she was happy at our company. She always knew that I was the one who held no high expectations. Christina told me of her fears as she approached my office. What would she do if no job existed? How could she continue this woefully isolated life without even some semi-friends at work? She was slowly dying inside and was so entrapped by her past there was no hope of escape. My granting Christina the job was the only moment of happiness that had passed her way in recent memory. As she finished talking Cristina's eyes began to tear. Her usual smile was now melancholic. Barely perceptible sobs were racking her shoulders. I could not begin to imagine her pain. I felt so totally helpless. My mind was still numb from her narrative. How could anyone manage to get to this age of life, experience all the negatives she had waded through, and still maintain a semblance of sanity? Christina was hurting and I was in agony watching her cry. I slowly slid over to her side and put my arm around her shoulder. It seemed the correct thing to do. Christina buried her head against my neck and chest. The quiet sobs finally came to an end but she didn't move. How long we sat, who knows? It didn't matter. This unbelievable woman had poured her life out before me and if she needed to sit until tomorrow it would be all right. As we sat Christina placed her hand over mine and gently squeezed. I knew it was her thanks. She shifted her body to move tighter to my side and whispered, " I feel safe". Christina then lifted her head and lightly kissed my cheek. Her lips on my skin were more electric than any moment of my life. That was the instance the lights dimmed and brightened to announce the closing of the lounge for the evening. Why now? I removed my arm from Christina's shoulder and slowly stood. When I offered my hand it was readily accepted. As we walked to the elevator my mind was racing in every direction. Was this tiny show of emotion more than Christina could bear? Did I overstep? Did she have any inkling of my feelings? We silently rode the elevator to our floor. I didn't to leave her. I really feared that she was too fragile. Standing at the door I reached out and put both arms around her, hugging tightly. Her arms surrounded my back and returned the hug. She looked up and said, "Please don't leave me alone. Too much of my life has been alone." I was hopelessly lost. I do believe that if she had asked me to set fire to my hair and run naked through the streets it would have seemed reasonable. After entering she told me to sit and be comfortable. She had to wash the smeared makeup from her face. That was when I first noticed that she was less than perfect looking. But, in that imperfection Christina had become a person. She had shed some of that long-term pattern of never being out of place. And, in that instant, Christina became more beautiful than ever before. I placed my jacket over the back of a chair, loosened my tie, unbuttoned and rolled my sleeves, and settled onto the couch. She smiled and went into the bedroom. I could hear water running. I had no recognition of time. It could have been five minutes, or easily thirty. My mind was trying to assimilate the past several hours, with no real luck. I knew she had entered a new stage of life. One of openness, even if I was the only one who knew. I heard the water shut off and the door slowly opened. Christina had changed into the palest pink silk pajamas. They were far from revealing but my imagination was running wild. It was the first time I had ever seen her without makeup. I remember thinking, "Why does she need makeup at all?" She looked alive. The smile, both in mouth and eyes had returned. She motioned for me to not get up and walked to the mini-fridge. Christina removed a bottle of chilled wine and proceeded to remove the cork. I could tell that she wore nothing under that fine fabric. The hints of her shape were revealing themselves. I was beyond captivation. I had never felt this way about another human being. She walked to me with two glasses and asked me to stand. She raised a toast and started to speak, saying, " You will probably never understand how much your friendship has meant to my life. So many times I have sat alone in my apartment secretly knowing you were the only person I could trust. That knowledge gave me hope when there was none. I want to apologize for never telling you. There was always unconditional respect and support. When I quit to get married you were the one I missed most. While the marriage was decaying, you were the one who I wanted to be near. And, I always wondered if you were the one who could make me feel. I never knew your true feelings but I know mine. If I am capable, to any degree, it is you I love." Cristina's Re-birth I know that time stopped at that point. The woman I viewed from afar, that seemed so beyond anyone of my stature, was telling me of her love. I realized then that my feelings for Christina were of love. I took her glass and placed both on the table. My hands rose to that wonderful face and gently lowered my lips to hers. The warmth of that kiss, our first real kiss, was permanently imbedded in my soul. When I finally broke away Christina forcefully pulled me back. Her kiss was of desperate hunger. I was being devoured and didn't care. She stopped the kiss but never fully disengaged our lips. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing heavy. Christina, strength in voice, said, " I have never felt real love in my life. If you have any degree of love for me, please show me. Teach me. My heart has been stagnant for too long. Don't let me fall asleep another night without being able to be loved. I have never known sensuality. I have had sex but never with tenderness or caring. I must know if these feelings are real or just another joke on my heart." I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Suffice to say, we made love that night. Christina responded with a fire of immense proportion. I will never forget the initial sight of her naked body, lying next to me. Her unquenchable thirst for more after each climax. All the pent up emotion, finally released. My fingertips, my tongue, will never forget that night. Christina's outward beauty was no match for what lived inside. Her heart blossomed that evening. And I was the recipient of such a magnificent bouquet. That night was twelve years ago this week. Christina quit working at the company not long after we returned from our trip. She needed the time to arrange our wedding. I consider myself so fortunate, to find the true woman of my dreams. She has become my lover, friend, counselor, wife, and not least, mother of our two sons. Every day I wake to Christina's smile. And I know that she is truly happy. We learned together that it is impossible to make someone happy. It is very possible to share two peoples happiness and make it greater. Cristina's Visit with Dad During spring break, I went to visit my father with a few of my college friends who were on their way to Cancun for Spring Break. I hadn't seen him since the fall after going away to college. I'm about medium built long beautiful raven hair and big brown eyes. My skin is on the light side and have always been a little on the heavy side. The large posterior I got from my dad's side of the family and everyone on her mother's side is top heavy, so I was blessed with a very voluptuous body. But because of my weight I always worn baggy clothes and spent most of my time studying. When I visited my dad I could tell he was in shock because of my new look. I had told him that I was eating healthy and working out but never in a million years did I expect his reaction. Come to think of it, I don't think he recognized me as I walked up the front door. My tiny little white halter top and a very tiny denim micro mini skirt with platform shoes were not the style of clothing he would remember. Also, I let my hair down which came half way down my back and I was wearing makeup. It was seldom that I wore my hair down and I only put on the basic makeup when I lived with him. I was dressed like a little Latina hoochie mama like the ones you see at the clubs or the mall and I was flaunting my many curves. His jaw had dropped and he was speechless when I gave him a hug. It was the reaction I was hoping for. "Ay dios mio Cristina what happen to you," I heard him say. With a big smile I skipped to him giving him a big hug then stepped back and gave a model's twirl then went into a series of sexy poses. I could tell I took his breath away but I was not sure what did it; my incredible body, my new found confidence, or the sexuality I was exhibiting. The skimpy little outfit did nothing to hide my naturally voluptuous body and I was showing it off like an expert. It was so exciting having my dad drool over me; my very nasty dirty little secret was coming to life. "Well Papi what do you think?" I asked. "You look absolutely incredible. I almost didn't recognize you. Dios mio nina, you're all grown up," he said in amazement. "And grown out," I interjected as I posed showing off my firm 36dd and full bubble behind. I then giggled and gave him another hug. I felt my full round firm massive globes on his chest and did everything within my power hoping he would get aroused. All too quickly he ended the embrace and turned so I could introduce him to my college friends who included Manuel, Jason, Susie, Sarah and Alejandro (my secret lover and college professor). He invited us all in for a late lunch. We sat around as I told him about the great time I was having in college, everything we are learning, and how we can't wait to get back. By late afternoon my four friends left because they only an hour away from their hotel and we invited the professor to stay the night since his journey would be considerably longer. It was a poor excuse for having him spend the night. During the evening, my dad did his best to embarrass me by telling of my youth and divulging childhood events that caused much embarrassment and trauma. It had been six years since my mother left us and for him dating was sparse. If it was not for internet porn, he would be in very bad shape. Before leaving for college I stumble upon some sites he visited on a regular basis. Poor dad needed an outlet and the internet gave it to him. That is where my first naughty fantasies began. I would fantasy that he could come across a naughty picture I posted which would lead to incredible sex, or he would catch me on his computer and things would get hot and heavy from there, and a lot of naughty scenarios. Throughout that afternoon I caught him stealing little glances of my pink little thong or my cleavage whenever I bent over. Several times I caught Alejandro doing the same and I was too scared to say anything; the mix of excitement and trepidation filled me. Would my dad say something if he caught Alejandro looking? Nobody said a word, but I still noticed both men looking at me. We talked and drank late into the evening having a great time. As a good host, my dad showed Alejandro to his room while I got ready for bed. After getting ready for bed I went to say good night to my dad. "Come in it's open," he called out. I walked in wearing a tiny little see through pink lingerie that became more transparent when the light hit it just so. I could see that two things caught my dad's attention through the sheer fabric. For the first time I could remember, I know he could see my full firm perky breasts as if I was not wearing anything. They were perfectly round with big long pink nipples which looked like a pair of strawberries. The other item which caught his attention was the see through pink thong I had on. It also was so transparent I know he could make out the little trimmed arrow that pointed to my pussy which was begging to be licked. For the second time that day, I had left him speechless and breathless. His eyes rotated from my breasts to my pussy as if he were in a trance. "Daddy, are you ok?" I finally asked. "Yes," he replied trying to shake off the lustful look in his eyes. "It looked like you were in a trance. I was talking to you and you were just staring off into space," I told him as I sat next to him. "I'm ok. Just a little tired," he lied. "Thank you daddy for today, it was perfect. My friends really like you," I told him. "Well they are nice people. I'm glad you're enjoying college and having fun mijita," he replied forcing himself to look at my face. "I am daddy. Well I will be right down the hall for you need me from anything papi. Just let me know," I smiled, bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Then I got up and began to walk out the door. Again, I felt his eyes were glued to my body. I know my perfectly round Latina behind was tempting him to no ends. I wanted him to touched it, feel it, spank and do several other things to it. I turned, looked at him and gave him a wicked little smile. It was like one of my fantasies coming true. "Oh by the way papi, do you like my little outfit?" I asked. "It's cute mijita," he responded. I giggled, "Cute if is for little girls. It's supposed to be sexy. Don't you think it's sexy?" "I can't say that about you Princess, you're my daughter," he replied again. "It's ok daddy. You don't have to say it. I can tell you like it. I can REALLY TELL you like it," I giggled as I walked out the door. As I walked back to my room I was on fire. My dad got a huge hard on and I wanted to feel it, touch it, and taste it. What am I doing? He had seen me half naked and was checking out my tits, ass and pussy. My face went flush with excitement, embarrassment and guilt. I know I've had thought of my dad ravaging my young hot body, but was I really teasing him? What would he think of me? He caught me looking at his huge beautiful erection he must think I'm a horrible daughter. I was torn between guilt and lust, my mind was running wild and I could not think straight. In the mist of all these emotions, I wondered if I was really ready to suck his big fat juicy cock. Moreover, how would I feel letting my dad touch me, gag me, or fuck me. I fought with myself because logic told me it was wrong whereas lust was telling me the exact opposite. At that moment I knew I wanted to be my daddy's little slut. My room was on the other side of my split wing house and for a second I almost went back to my dad's room but I made it all the way to my own bed. I was not too sure which room to go to my dad's or Alejandro's room. While I lay in bed wondering what to do next, I heard the door open and saw Alejandro sneaking into my bedroom leaving the door open slightly. He was only wearing his robe, which quickly came off and he walked naked to my bed. "Are you lonely little girl?" he teased as he pointed his huge hard cock at me. With his big strong hands he positioned me doggie style on the bed as he got onto the bed with me. He slapped my ass with his ever growing cock. I arched my back and spread my legs slightly, looking over my shoulder as he grabbed my hips. Slowly, he took off my nitey and let it fall to the floor. Then he began to slowly take off my thong. I heard a noise at my door and saw my dad in the shadow. Alejandro had just thrown my tiny thong in front of me and was beginning to rub the head of his cock on my pussy. I spread my legs further apart, got down on my elbows and pushed my ass into the air giving him the perfect position for him to fuck me. I knew the scene had left my dad paralyzed and in shock as he watched this strange man, his age and which he just met a few hours ago, enter my young body. My hands grabbed fistful of sheets, as I arched my back titling my head up and letting out a soft lustful moan. I was looking at my dad who was trying to be silent and not be seen. His eyes grew larger as Alejandro penetrated my small entrance sending heat waves through my body and mind. I was about to speak when he spanked me. I knew my face and eyes told my dad I was in heaven and I wanted Alejandro to do more to me. My dad kept in the shadows and continued to watch. My eyes were half closed and my mouth half opened as I moaned and gyrated on Alejandro. Alejandro grabbed my hair and pulled it back giving my dad a great view of my over developed chest as he began to using my young body. He spanked me again and began pumping his manhood into me nice and slow. "Fuck Tina you've had me hard all day. That outfit shows off your big tits and round ass so good I couldn't stop staring. You like that don't you. You like me staring at your big tits and firm ass huh little girl," moaned Alejandro. Keeping my eyes half closed and my mouth half opened I let out a little moan as I shook my head yes. I was enjoying the attention my professor was giving to my body. My nipples poked out begging to be sucked as my breast swayed back and forth. Small whimpers escaped my mouth every time he pushed it back in. Every time Alejandro heard me do that, he spanked me. "Your dad's a nice man, but I couldn't wait for him to leave so I could shove my fat dick into his little girl's tiny wet hot pussy. Fuck my cock feels so good in your tight hole. Come on babygirl fuck my big cock. Ride it like you did the other night," moaned Alejandro. My mind raced knowing my dad heard that Alejandro has been fucking me. I wondered what went through his mind at that revelation. It made me hot and wet knowing that my dad knows I've been fucking so I began to rock my body back and forth onto Alejandro's fat cock. My big firm perky breasts swayed with my movements as I began to moan. Knowing that my dad was still watching I made sure he saw Alejandro's cock penetrating my pussy. "Oh yea that's it mijita. You know what daddy likes. All the way in, let my balls smack your ass. MMMM. You do that so fucking good. You like having my dick in you? Huh, you like that you little slut," Alejandro asked as he spanked my bottom once again. "You loved showing off for me today didn't you, you little tease?" Alejandro asked. "Ay si," I moaned softly. "And you loved how the guys were checking you out too, huh little girl?" he asked. "Ay si," I moaned again. "But what really got you wet was having your dad check you out huh?" he asked as he spanked my firm bottom. "Ay si que rico," I moaned a little louder. "You loved him checking out your big firm tits and cute round ass. You wore this just for him huh," he spanked me again. "Si, I wanted him to look at my tits and ass," I moaned. "I saw you spreading your legs when we were sitting down so he could see that little pink thong you put on huh? You did that on purpose," he told me. "Si, I wanted him to look between my legs at my pussy," I confessed. "What were you thinking when he was looking at it?" he asked. "I wanted him to touch it, to rub it, to run his fingers between my lips. I wanted my papi to touch my hot pussy," I moaned. Even though my dad tried to keep in the shadows I saw his hand pulling out his throbbing manhood and squeezing it as he heard my confession. His hand worked fast and hard stroking his fat cock as he watched this stranger use me like his wanting whore. I moaned with untold lust, half closing my eyes I licked my lips wanting to taste my dad's fat dick. It looked so yummy I wanted it down my throat. "You want your dad to fuck your little hot pussy don't you? I bet you want to be on your knees sucking his fat hard dick. Just making you gag while you play with his balls. Huh, you little cock sucker," Alejandro told me and spanked my firm round ass again. "Oh yes, I do. I want his fat dick n my mouth," I replied as I began to buck my hips back into him. "What would you do if he founds us right now you little bitch?" he asked me. "Ay dios no please," I moaned as I backed up onto his fully erect shaft burying it deep inside my hot body. "I can tell you like that idea. You got so hot and wet on my dick. You want your dad to see you fucking my big fat dick, don't you? You want your dad to know you're a little cock slut. I want to see the look on his face as you gobble down his fat dick," he moaned as he began to pump his hips like a piston. "Ay papi. Ay papi. Ay papi," I moaned as he ravaged me like a common whore. I kept pace with Alejandro meeting his every thrust moaning and digging my finger nails into my bed. My heavy breasts swayed back and forth to the rhythmic rocking while we were fucking. Faster and harder our bodies collided as we worked towards our climax. "Louder you little slut, I want your Papa to see you getting fucked. Louder, so he can hear his little princess being a puta," Alejandro commanded me. "Ay papito. Ay. Ay. Ay papi si. Papi cojeme estoy bien caliente. Dame tu leche papi," I moaned. I saw my dad's hand feverishly moving up and down his fat cock as he watched and heard me utter such profanity. The slapping of our flesh filled the room as we fucked like wild animals. It was the most erotic scene I ever did; letting my dad watch me get fucked so deep and hard. I was moaning, moving my body back and forth onto my instructor, and uttering some of the most perverted words I ever said. Alejandro grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my back. Scrambling over me body, he mounted me and put his slick hard dick between my magnificent breasts and began to cover my face and tits with his white milky juice. My face became drenched with his gooey white liquid. I used my hands to clamp his angry shaft between my bosoms and milked every last drop from his dick. We smiled at each other as, Alejandro slowly rocked back and forth on my chest. Alejandro then reached behind his back and brought forth a camera. He took a picture of my messy face as I was sucking on the head of his cock. I was hoping my dad was still watching when Alejandro took my picture. It was hot to imagine him, and some of his closest friends, admiring my cum covered face and chest; each one asking my dad for permission to do the same to me. Yet, the most erotic part was when they asked for permission to view me tity fucking my own dad. "This is going to look good next to your other photos," Alejandro said smiling down at me. I looked back at him and continued to suck on his hard cock. Sucking and licking his dick, I hoped my dad was watching what a good little cock sucker I turned out to be. Again, I pictured my dad in Alejandro's place while his friends surrounded us, each stroking his cock while they watched me gobble up my dad's dick. This made me suck Alejandro with untold passion. Shortly Alejandro shot another down my throat and I swallowed as much as I could. He fell next to me breathing hard trying to catch his breath. We lay very still and drift off into sleep. The next day Alejandro and I got up early and made breakfast hoping to surprise my dad. Since he was not up, we played and flirted while preparing the food. "Como quieres tus huevos?" Alejandro asked me. "MMMMMM como los de anoche, bien grande y con mucha leche," I giggled as I responded. "Que linda y quieres chorizo con tus huevos ninita?" asked Alejandro with a double meaning. "Solo si esta bien grande el chorizo," I replied. We heard my dad cleared his throat as he stepped into the kitchen. I hoped he saw Alejandro caressing my body under my tiny robe and me pulling my hand from under his pants. Yet we separated like nothing was happening and continued to make breakfast; trying to act like nothing was happening between Alejandro and me. "Buenos dias papi, how did you sleep?" I asked. "Ok and you mijita," he replied. "I slept like a log. I was so tired papi," I lied. "Y tu Alejandro? How did you sleep?" he asked. "The same, I was so tired from everything we did yesterday. I never slept better," Alejandro answered. "So what's for breakfast?" he asked. "Huevos con chorizo," we both replied. "Mijita I never knew you liked chorizo," he asked in a surprise manner. "Well since she started college she has learn to love chorizo," stated Alejandro with a little hint of a snicker. "Si papi, I've learned to love it," I repeated trying to deflect the obvious attempt at his double meaning. "See I told you, I bet if she could she would have chorizo con huevos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," continued Alejandro. I was not sure if our innuendos were not lost on him: I pictured my dad looking at me last night, on my back getting my face covered by Alejandro's cum. This evil and lustful imagine made me instantly hot. It seems both dad and I were lost in thought when I heard Alejandro asked another question. "So you never gave Cristina some chorizo and eggs?" he asked dad. "No why," he answered. "If she was my daughter I would have been giving it to her every day. Cristina would you have liked me giving you chorizo con huevos every day?" he asked me. "Sure, especially if you gave me lots of cream with them. You know how hungry I can get sometimes. I would just suck it all down," I replied as I sipped my coffee giving both men a wicked little smile. "You know I would. I would make sure you get full too. I would let you gobble it all up. What do you think? Would you mind if your daughter gobbled it all up," Alejandro replied. "As long as she minded her table manners, she has to be a proper young lady. I don't want anybody talking bad about my baby" replied my dad. We both laughed. "Oh daddy, you can be so silly sometimes," I said bending over giving him a quick peck on the cheek. As I bent forward I remembered I was naked underneath my robe, it opened up just enough so he could see my big round pink areolas and the tiny strand of hair under my bellybutton. I bent over making sure Alejandro could see my pussy from behind. My dad's face went flushed as he took in my body and the thought of Alejandro looking at my bald pussy made my nipples ever so hard. We both joined my dad at the table and we ate our breakfast while enjoying some small talk. Alejandro and dad kept stealing quick glimpses of my cleavage which I tried to display without being too obvious. Alejandro finished first and went to change because he was getting ready to leave for home. Dad and I finished our breakfast while we enjoyed more small talk. Several times throughout breakfast I got up for more milk, toasts and jelly. On two occasions I bent showing my dad my pink tiny little lips. I knew it was the same view Alejandro saw when I bent over to kiss my dad. I just wished he would stand up and fuck me like a dirty whore, I was so wet. Yet, my dad did not say a word or made a move. I could not stand it anymore I had to make the first move. After finishing my breakfast and cleaning up and I decided to tease him some more. He was at the table sipping on his coffee when I sat on his lap. With my hands around his neck, I sat on his lap and smiled. To my surprise he was hard as a rock and as thick as a log; it felt huge through his boxers. I just sat there looking at him not saying a word but slightly wiggling my ass on his cock. Was he enjoying it or did it hurt him? It was unclear. Yet, I could feel his lose boxers getting tighter and tighter. Cristina's Visit with Dad Even though mere seconds passed by, it felt like an eternity as I sat transfixed on my dad. Then I was pleasantly surprised when his erection finally popped out of his boxers between my thighs. Still, we sat without moving or saying a word as I felt his cock caress my inner thigh. I was unsure what to do because I was so excited but a little scared. Alejandro was still here, so I thought I should wait until he was gone. I slowly stared getting off his lap. Yet, what I did surprised both of us. As I was lifting my body off him, his fleshy throbbing erection was sliding along the inside of my thigh. When I was up far enough it pushed its way towards me while the head ran along my pussy. I felt the smooth tip of the head caressing me. His dick and I both stopped moving at the same time. The tip of the head had found the moist velvet fleshy entrance to my pussy and was determined not to move from this spot. When I looked at him, I saw his torture because he was both in heaven and hell. Slowly, I lowered my body back down onto him. I felt every inch of his dick enter my tight hot moist entrance. I could not believe the wonderful waves of sensation that crashed through my body as I impaled myself onto his hard thick shaft. Biting my lower lip and I let a little moan escape my lips. Looking into his eyes and at his facial expressions I could tell dad was in heaven. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his fat dick. My tiny wet pussy was being stretched around his thick throbbing cock. I was about to speak when we heard Alejandro walk into the kitchen; neither one of us moved or spoke. "Thank you for all your hospitality. I had a wonderful time but I must get going," I heard him say as he approached us and stood in front of us. "It was our pleasure. We were glad to have you stay with us. Here let me see you out," I replied, trying to sound nonchalantly. As I started to rise so I grip down on my dad's dick sending more waves of pleasure over my body. I was hoping that Alejandro had not found us out and dismissed me being on my dad's lap as daughterly affection. Trying to follow my example dad too tried to act as if nothing was happening and looked at Alejandro with a smile. But Alejandro knew what was happening, he reached over and push me back onto my dad stopping me before I could utter a word. "No. No. No. Don't get up. I'm sure you and your father have lots to do. I can see myself out," he responded. "No, it's no trouble. My dad and I have lots of time to catch up, right daddy?" I stated as I began to get up once again. Alejandro pushed me back down onto his long pulsating cock. Every thick inch was pushed into me that both my dad and I let out a little grunt as my ass touched his lap. The huge smile on Alejandro's face let us know we were found out. It was the que I was waiting for. No longer caring what Alejandro thought, I began riding my dad like a dog in heat in front of Alejandro. Looking up at his face, I firmly gripped to his hips for support. "Does your daddy have a big cock Tina?" Alejandro asked me. "Ay si it's huge," I moaned back as I moved back a little so Alejandro could see my dad's cock going into my bald pussy. "Is it bigger than mine," he asked me. "Ay si, esta bien grande," I moaned again. "Te gusta que tu papa te esta cojiendo muchachita?" he asked. "Ay si, que rico. Tiene la verga bien grande y dura. Cojeme papi. Cojeme duro," I grunted. "Your daughter has a tight hot little pussy don't she? How does it feel having your big fat meat in her? How does it feel fucking your own daughter? Me, I love fucking your little slut," Alejandro said looking down at my dad. Hearing him utter such filthy words to my dad made me get hotter than I ever thought possible. Then I saw him unzip his pants and pull out his own hard cock. No, he was not going to make me suck him in front of my dad was he? Alejandro grabbed my head and began slapping my face with his own cock. He laughed as he looked at my dad. "You never thought your daughter was such a big slut did you? Bet you never even thought about that tight pussy wrapped around your big dick did you? Yea, I can see it in your eyes. You want to see your precious little mijita to gag on my fat dick don't you? Come on tell her. Tell your daughter to suck my dick. You know you want to see her gobbling up my chorizo," he demanded. "Mijita mamale la verga," I heard my dad say. I didn't even let him finished speaking before I had it half way down my throat. I sucked it with wild abandonment and untold lust. I was sucking and slurping that fat dick like I was starving and it was the best thing I ever had. My head bobbed up and down and I was gagging on it as I tried to fit it all down my throat. The more I slurped the harder I felt my dad's cock get. "Fuck, look at your daughter suck my cock. She's all into it. She was born to suck dick. Doesn't she look so fucking hot gagging on a dick? I bet she would look hotter slurping yours up. Dam she sucks cock so fucking good," Alejandro moaned as he forced his cock into my mouth. He reached down and took off my robe so I was completely nude while sucking and fucking them both. Then he grabbed my dad's hands and placed them on my round firm globes helping him feel how firm and smooth they were. They both pinched and pulled on my nipples making me moan and ride my dad harder. Their hands felt so wonderful on my firm full chest. Alejandro put his hands on my head and began to back up causing me to shuffle forward. I didn't want his cock out of my mouth so I kept sucking the entire length. Grapping my hips my dad had to stand up and follow me otherwise he would have pulled out of my pussy. I was bent over between them; sucking Alejandro's cock while humping my dad's dick. I am so good at it I did not miss a beat on either one of them. It's my specialty pleasing two men at the same time. I grinded and pushed my hips back onto my dad because I wanted every inch of his thick dick in me. "Stand up and turn around Tina," Alejandro commanded me. I stood up like an obedient little girl and turned to face my dad. It was the first time we truly looked at each other since breakfast. I bit my lower lip as I lowered my eyes to look at my dad's throbbing cock. It looked so yummy, I licked my lips then I looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled. His eyes roamed from my firm perky tits to my bald little pink pussy then to my tits again. I cupped my tits and pinched my nipples which made his dick to twitch in excitement. "Spread your legs and behind over for me Tina," Alejandro told me. Again, I obeyed him without hesitation. He grabbed my hips and placed his cock between my legs pushing it until the head was in front of me while his cock was between my thighs. Slowly he pushed it up into my tiny hole then bending me over some more he pushed into my waiting body. I moaned as I felt him go in and looked into my dad's eyes showing him how much I enjoyed being fucked. My dad could not resist my stare. Stepping towards me he pushed his fat long cock into my hungry mouth. I looked up at my dad as I swallowed his throbbing dick. I wrapped my hot wet hungry mouth around his thick shaft and used my tongue exploring every inch I had swallowed. He put his hands on my head and began to pump this dick into me. Alejandro spanked me and began to maul my firm round Latina behind. "She sucks good huh? Tell him what you told me last night Tina. Tell your dad your dirty little secret," Alejandro told my. "Ay Papa when he was fucking me last night I told him I wanted your dick in my mouth. Papi, I told him I loved how you were looking at my tits and pussy yesterday. I put on that tiny shirt and skirt so you could look at me papi," I told my while getting pounded by Alejandro. "Tell him what you wanted to do to him," he told me. "Ay mi Papa. Le dice que te queria mamar la verga. Papi I've seen it hard and I've always wanted to taste it. Papi I want your cock in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum. Papa I am a little cock sucker and I want to suck your dick Papa. Meteme tu verga en mi boca Papa," I pleaded. It was the most perverse thing I ever said in my life. My dad was hearing me beg for him to let me suck him dry while getting reamed by my professor. I confessed my inner most dark nasty secrets to my dad and Alejandro. "Eres una nina muy cochina mijita. Eres una putita lo sabes. Te tengo que dar toda mi verga para sepas como se tratan las mujeres como tu," he told me as he slapped my face with his dick. "Te voy a cojer esa boquita chula que tienes y te voy a dar toda la leche de mis huevos," he told me as he shoved his cock down my hungry mouth. My dad began pumping my face with untold fury; he was making me gag with every thrust. I felt the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat as I gagged and chocked. Alejandro grabbed both my arms and began to fucking me with the same motion so they were in sync. They both thrust their bodies into me punishing me for being such a dirty little slut. I gagged and chocked on my dad's dick as he pushed it as far down my throat as he could. My talented tongue and mouth worked its magic on his rod and soon my dad began to stiffen up ready to shoot his load. "Your dad is about to shoot his load down your throat you dirty little whore. Make sure you swallow every drop of his cum. This is what we've been talking about and your about to make your dream cum true. Now suck his fat dick and make him squirt it down your throat. Suck his cock like the nasty little girl you are," Alejandro moaned as he picked up the pace. I picked up the rhythm as I began bobbing my head up and down on his long shaft. As I slobber all over his cock I began to moan louder and suck longer. My dad's body tighten up and his hands pushed my face further down his dick. Letting out a low guttural animalistic growl he shot his load deep into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed every shot like a trained professional and kept milking him of every drop. No man had ever cum so much down my throat, it felt like there were gallons of cum coming out of my dad. After cumming hard, my dad stumbled back onto the chair and continued to watch Alejandro fuck me hard. Sitting there with his semi hard cock he watched Alejandro plow my tiny hole. Within a few moments Alejandro commanded me to get on my knees facing him while still letting my dad see my face. He slapped my face with his erection, like my dad had done earlier, then he began jerking off onto my face. Within seconds my face was covered in his white milky man juice like the night before. Every shot was perfectly aimed at my face or my chest. Seeing me covered in the white goo and licking Alejandro clean gave my dad another erection. "How does your daughter look sucking on my cock with her face full of cum," Alejandro laughed. "She looks so hot, so beautiful," he stammered. "Crawl to your dad so I can take a picture of both of you," Alejandro instructed me. Again, Alejandro was prepared to take pictures of me naked covered in cum. The first picture was of my face as I licked the head of my dad's cock. Second, I was licking his scrotum and slowing jerking off my dad's dick. Third, he took a picture of me swallowing most of his cock and smiling. Finally, he took a picture of us while I was on my dad's lap. "Well sir, thank you and your daughter for your hospitality, but I really must go. I have to get home to my own family because they are eager to see me. I hope to visit soon. You two be good," he told us as nonchalantly as can be while shook my dad's hand. It was strange after our experience to be treated so formally, especially by a naked man who had just abused my body in front of my dad. I distantly remember hearing my dad mumbling something as I followed Alejandro to his room. I helped him get dressed and we said our good-byes while I saw him to the door. I returned to my dad in the kitchen. "Papi you're not mad at me are you?" I asked. Still sitting on the chair, he did not answer me. His dick was as hard as before and he just kept looking at my cum soaked chest. Not knowing what to do, I kneeled between his legs and wrapped his huge cock between my tits. "Don't be mad Papa. I'm still your little princess right Papi? I'm still your little angel right daddy?" I pouted as I took the head of his cock into my mouth and tongued it softly. He drew his head back and moaned, enjoying my tongue. "Daddy please tell me I'm your precious mijita and don't be mad Papa. I promise to be a good daughter and do everything you tell me papi," I continued to pout as I continued pushing his hardness between my milky globes. "I'm not mad precious. Keep fucking my dick with your big tits mijita. Don't stop. I want to cum all over your face and tits just like your professor did. Cum on babygirl, make daddy cum again," he moaned. I smiled up at him and began moving my big tits up and down his shaft. Every now and again, I would lick the shaft or suck on the head teasing it just right. I love sucking cocks and having them in my mouth, they feel good when I'm deepthroating them. "Papi do you like tity fucking my big tits Papa?" I moaned as I kissed the tip. "Ay si mijita do it better," he moaned. "Papi do you like my hot mouth on the head of your dick Papi?" I continued to tease. "Si mijita keep doing it," he said between labored breaths. "Papa me vas a dar tu leche?" I asked. "Toda mijita," he replied. "Si Papa dame tus mecos. Quiero tomarme toda tu leche. Andale papi cum all over my face papi. Cover your little Angel in your juice papi. Daddy please shoot your hot creamy load on your little girl's big tits," I moaned as I worked his thickness. "Ay te vay. Andale mijita ya vengo. Si mijita ay te van mis mecos en tu carita preciosa," he told me as he unloaded his heavy stream onto my face. Grabbing his hard throbbing cock, I aimed it at myself making sure every shot was just right. Once, he was done I took it back into my mouth to suck and lick it clean. Again, he sat down exhausted from our morning workout. "Wow daddy you sure know how to fuck. You made me gag a lot. I bet mom loved when you fucked her huh papi?" I said. He only looked down at me and smiled. "I only wish all my girlfriends could see what a big dick you have. They would be so surprised. I'm just glad I got to taste it and feel it deep in me. Thanks Papi, you're the best," I smiled as I got up. "Well I have to go clean up papi," I said as I shook my ass and walked away. I wonder what my dad thinks of me now and what plans he has for the next week. I can't wait to find out. Cristy Everyone is over 18. I own the copyright 2004. Ask, if you would like to use this story else where. Hope this is a good read for you. Let me know what you think or feel about it. I love to hear from you! XO Magick ------------------------------------------------- Techno dripped in my ears, the smell of stale beer and cloves assaulted my noise. I wanted a woman, a good looking one of course. All night I had my eye on a young, lithe, blonde. Her perky nipples erupted into her tight short shirt that showed off her belly piercing. She seemed to be here with a short melon breasted friend. Only one hour left before the club closed for the night. It was now or never, my gut clenched, I swallowed my bile and walked up to her. Her blue orbs glanced me up and down, pausing at my zipper, a board look on her blood lipped face. "Want to dance," I asked with a shy hopeful smile. She glanced at her friend with a laughing smile. "Bit to many zits," she laughed. My heart fell to the floor and bounced. It was not the first time with bitches like her. I just hoped that this time someone would want me. My chest felt tight, hurt as I slid off to the dance floor by myself. I danced alone for a few more changes, just enjoying the now. I grabbed my wool coat and headed out. On the gray street it was icy cold with the last frosty nights of Boston's spring in the air. The sidewalk was dirty with lipstick stained butts, dirty circles of gum and a thick oily layer of gray shiny grime from months of dancers. I looked up from the grime. She had on a clean pink bolo over a tight black leather jacket and short black leather skirt. Hot, I thought. Too bad I still had the zits and not enough heart left to even try. Her eyes burned into me. She turned, body facing me full on. "What makes you think I would want you," I said, a preemptive strike. No more pain tonight! A sad, hurt look smoked over her round face. "Why are men such jerks!" Her white breath hung in the air. "Because women just want muscles and a big dick," I said. "I don't! All I want is a man who can master me." That turned my head. What the hell was she talking about? "And you take one quick glance at me and think I could?" "A slave knows a master when she sees one." "What?" "A slave knows a master when she sees one." I'm not dumb. I knew this girl wanted me. At least I thought I knew it. The goo in my head was still catching up. Did I really need a crazy chick in my life? My full cock seemed to think so, this woman was having strange effects on me. "Tell me your name?" "Cristy," delicate, china white hand out. "Jeff, Lets go and get a bite," shaking hands, feeling the cool soft flesh of her palm. "Okay, Where to?" "I Hip is open, I'll take you there." At the I Hip we ate a quick snack of warm grease, white flour and grizzle. Cristy told me about growing up with a dad who sold cars and mother who taught middle school. After that I payed enough to buy an aged NY steak at the market. I asked her over for a drink. She accepted and we headed over to my flat. "Nice place, I like your leather couch and Persian rug." she said as she draped herself over the couch. "I saw this setup on one of those dumb fix up your house shows. Not something I would have come up with but I like it. It reminds me that I want to be CEO of my company but all I am is a sales man," I said with down cast eyes, handing her a gin and tonic in a hand blown swirly red glass. "I'm sure that you have what it takes to take control," she said while looking into my eyes. After our drinks and more chatting I asked her if she'd like a foot massage. "Who's ever heard of a master giving a slave a foot massage?" "Okay, you give me one then." "Make me!" "Massage my feet or I'll spank you!" I couldn't believe I just said that. My heart raced. "Promise?" She said defiantly, with her chin up and to the side, her eyes all over me. I was feeling a little perturbed. What would it take?" Get down on your knees and rub my feet!" I bellowed. Fear ran through me. "Yes sir," she said, looking a little shocked at the sudden change in my voice as she slid down between my legs. My cock swelled as she capitulated. Cristy took off her black shoes and stockings from her soft little feet and then she took off mine. Curled there she stared at my crotch and the bulge that was growing there. "Looks like those pants need to come off so that I can run my fingers over your legs." She reached up and slid off my belt and then I raised my hips up. She grabbed my pants and yanked them down over my ass. I was shocked. It was not just the pants that were gone. My hard delicate cock was bobbin' in the breeze. Cristy laughed, "A bit too much." Then with a devilish look she trapped my cock in her tight little fist and slipped it into her mouth. Her head started slowly sliding up and down my shaft. She was so hot. I was once again shocked but I was not going to complain. My hips bucked as my stomach muscles rippled with goose bumps, the blue sweet sensations where shooting from the head of my red cock to the tips of my hairy toes. She had control of my soft flesh. I was losing. My lip trembled like a moth in a fire. I hated to lose. My hand shot out and grabbed the wavy brown hair at the back of her head. My happy cock popped out of her mouth all wet and shiny. "I said to rub my feet, not suck my cock. Now I have to teach you to do as I say." She was right about me, I was really getting into this." Stand up and take off your skirt." "Make me." she pouted. Holding her by her strawberry-smelling brown hair, I took hold of her black leather skirt, pulling it and her humid underwear off in one hard pull. The smell of hot damp earthy sex wafted up to my nose. I placed her ass over my lap as I reclined back on the sofa. Her ass was soft, pail and pink, arching up over my nude lap. I could see the black wet pubic hair on the lips below her dark puckered anus. I raised my paw high and let it fall fast. It struck with a load clap of rough skin over delicate skin. Her whole body convulsed with the effect of making my bulbous stiffness slip up between her soft legs. I grabbed one leg in each hand split her thighs and closed them again, rapping my rock hard cock between Cristy's puffy wet inner lips. My hand descended, spanking her ass again. With each swat, her squirming and bouncing pumped the head of my cock repeatedly over her hard little clit. At first she cried out from the searing but then after a few strokes her breathing became ragged and sexual as her skin flushed red. Lust surged through her body forcing her to desperately seek to impale her sex on my poll. But this was punishment not pleasure. I stopped despite the immense pleasure my oozing cock was receiving. "Now Cristy, stand up and take off all the rest of your cloths!" She stood up rubbed her ass and then looked me right in the eye with her piercing blues as she slowly dropped the pink bolo from her neck, swiftly followed by her jacket. Under the jacket she had on a tight white button-down shirt with short sleeves. Her hands reached up and softly began to unbutton the shirt from the top down. After the first few peal buttons the gentle slopes of her creamy breasts came into view like the sun coming up in the morning. A few more buttons and the white cloth parted, falling to the floor, to reveal the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever seen. Big, but not too big, perky with large dark pointed nipples. I watched as her nipples slowly hardened with the chill of the air. I needed to feel my tongue gliding over them. I shed my shirt from my body. Sitting there completely sky-clad I said, "Come and impale yourself." "No," "Do it or I will really let you have it!" Cristy walked forward, stood on the couch over me with her sweet pussy in my face not moving a muscle. I reached up, grabbed her ass and pulled her into my face. My tongue snaked out over her stiff pink clit until her legs began to buckle and a deep grown exploded from deep in her gut. Then I swatted her hard into my mouth. She yelped with surprise. "Do it!" This time she quickly squatted down, rapping her arms around my body and sliding her chest against mine as she impaled herself in one drop on my stiff shaft. As her sex descended I could feel the hot slick ribs of her tunnel gripping my shaft. This was just what I wanted. I moved my head to a chocolate nipple and sucked it in. Cristy let out a low animal moan as my teeth clamped down. At the same time she began desperately grinding her hairy mons against mine. Her aromatic body slowly bobbed up and down with dripping wet sounds. Little quivers shook her sweaty body. I could envision her bound and hung as she struggled against being lowered into a polar ice-hole full of floating ice bits. Goose bumps ran over her body. Holding her breast in my mouth with suction I grabbed her hips and began rhythmically pumping her cunt with my hard cock while my tongue played over her puckered salty nipple. Her grunting became hotter and louder with each body rocking thrust. Soon I felt that dick tingling sensation, with my balls contracting up to my ass. The sharks were coming. I knew I was going to cum. My blood boiled hot. I kept thrusting harder and faster until I felt her guts spasmodically milking my shaft, pulsing on my cock, her hot voice crying against my neck. That was all that I could take. Her teeth sank into my soft neck. My toes curled, my cock began pumping as wave after wave of cannibalistic pleasure poured through my body. At the same time Cristy grabbed my head, pulling our lips together, in a desperate panic to suck my tongue and lick my mouth, the whole time screaming her desires into my mouth. Like an avalanche we came together. Blood in the water. The inferno between her legs pounded my senses. Crystal pleasure raced through our bodies, one unified quivering mass of fucking, pumping sweat. My claws reached into her back with one last great fuck as I pulled our bodies into one. I came. As the trembling pleasure wained, I relaxed, holding her sexy, sweat-dripping body against mine. "That was great," she whispered. She felt soft and lovely, her breath playing on my ear. A little more training and she would be perfect. From now on Cristy would be my slave and nothing would ever make me give her up. She had found my true power, my true kinkiness. My first slave would be my triumph. I owned her. ------------------------------------------ Hope you liked it. I would love to hear what you think! Email me or at least vote! I hope one day to write a story that is good.