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The Art Of Seduction

By: naughtybabysis



"....they were the best parents anybody could have. May they rest in peace."

As Sean watched his parents get buried he looked over at his sister who was in tears. Their uncle was holding her while she cried on his shoulder. He knew its too late to change the past. He'll never forget that day five years ago when he left the house leaving Lana and his parents behind.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. It was finally summer and he was done with highschool. Sean knew he wanted to be in the Navy since his first toy boat. He hadn't told his parents but he had already applied for the Navy and got in. Sean remembered getting the letter in the mail. It was the best day of his life. He was so excited, he planned on telling his parents and sister during dinner.

That evening everyone was sitting around the table. Sean looked at his parents and told them he had very good news. 

"Well what is it?" his father asked.

Sean explained to them what he wanted to do and how he recived a letter saying he had been accepted in the Navy. He thought his family would be happy for him, little did he know that none of them would support him on this decision.

"WHAT! You are NOT going to waste your life trying to play hero. I thought we agreed you were going to go into law like me." his father roared.

"Dad I dont want to be. I'm not going to do something I dont want to do. Its my life and I can choose to do whatever I damn well please!" Sean yelled back.

His mom and sister were quiet watching them argue. Sean finally looked at his mom and asked her what she had to say.

"Well sweety I think your father's right. I dont want to be crying my eyes out if you dont call one day or something happens to you. I think it will be better for all of us if you become a lawyer like your father." 

Sean couldnt believe his ears! Everything from there was a blur. He ran to his room and started to pack his things. Sean's sister who was 15 at the time came into his room in tears. He looked at her and calmed down a little.

"Dont leave. I don't want to be alone. They dont understand me. Who am I going to talk to. " Lana cried.

Sean just stared at his little sister crying for a while. He finally sat her down on his bed.

"Sweetheart listen to me. Its going to be ok. Look I'll leave you my E-mail address so you can write to me anytime you want. I'll write to you and see how your doing ok. Don't worry we'll see eachother again someday." With that he kissed her forehead and finished packing.

Running down the stairs Sean headed for the door. His mom also in tears told him not to leave. He looked at her and kissed her on the cheek. Sean's father was sitting in the living room looking at his case files. Sean looked at his father for a second waiting to see if he would stop him but he didnt even blink. 

With one last look at his mother and sister Sean went out the door and never looked back. 

Sean and his sister kept in touch, during the years he was gone. She talked to him about all her teenage problems. The usual, gossip in school, parents, and senior prom. 

One night checking his E-mail Sean saw his sister had written to him again. He opened it and read in shock as she wrote about their parents' death. Sean took a leave of absence and went back to the place he thought he would never see again.

They planned the funeral invited the family and now they were both watching their parents get buried. After the burial the family came to their house and they had fun thinking about the great times the family had together. 

Later that evening Sean and his sister finally had time alone to figure out what they were going to do. Lana stared at Sean from across the dining room table. He looked back and noticed how much like his mother she looked. She had beautiful gray eyes that matched his own but somehow looked more sparkly on her. She had long black hair that was now hanging loose and the face of an angel.

As he watched her he got a pang in his stomach and he remembered how he hadn't listened to his mother when she tried to stop him from leaving. He quickly looked away from her and moved the food around on his plate.

"Sean?" He looked up and met his sister's gaze. She was in tears again.

"What am I going to do? Your probably going to have to leave soon and I don't know whats going to happen. I can't be by myself right now and I just dont know what I'm going to do." 

Lana was crying while she said this and Sean didnt know what to say. He knew he was going to have to leave but he hadn't really thought about it till now. Sean got up and hugged his sister to him. She was trembling he picked her up and took her upstairs to her bed. 

"Get some sleep sweetheart and we'll talk about this later." He turned off her light and let her sleep.

"Wait! Daddy! I'm coming too! Dont leave me here alone. Mom! Dont go...stop.." Lana woke up with a start. She looked around her dark room and saw 3:00 in neon color on her nightstand. What a horrible nightmare. She was running towards her parents but the faster she ran the farther they got. She was yelling at them to wait for her not to leave but they vanished and she was left in the dark all alone.

Lana brought her hands to her face and noticed they were wet from tears. She sat there crying for a while and heard her door open. Sean came in and without saying a word sat down on her bed and took her in his arms. She was crying still but felt much better. Her brother's arms were strong and he felt like an anchor in a storm that she seemed to be caught up in.

He changed alot over the years. He was taller about 6'2. He looked like a tower compared to her 5'5. His hair was ebony like hers. He had it short and spiked. He had a lean muscular body that covered hers perfectly. When she looked into his eyes they had more wisdom than before. They told you that he has been through things that you could never imagine. 

He looked down at her and smiled. She noticed that he had two cute dimples on his cheeks. He had a nice smile. She had missed him alot, when she was young he was her hero. Her big brother that never let her get hurt, always defended her when their parents were going to punish her for doing something bad, the only person that listened to what she had to say.

When he left she cried and wanted him back. She wrote to him everyday. He always answered back and gave her advice. Even when she told him about stupid fights she had with their mom. He always listened and told her it was ok.

"Sweetheart are you ok? Don't worry I'm not going anywhere at least not now. And I promise that I will never leave you alone." 

"Yeah, I'm ok dont worry. I just had a nightmare thats all."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sean said a look of concern in his eyes.

"Nah its ok." She looked into his eyes and quickly looked away from his penetrating gaze. She felt like he could see right through her. 

"Are you sure?" Sean persisted.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Lana said quickly.

"Ok...um..I'll let you sleep. Goodnight sweet dreams." Sean kissed her on the forehead and laid her down on her bed.

Sean headed for the door "Wait, Sean dont go yet."

He turned and his sister had a frightened expression on her face. It reminded him of the night he left when she wanted to stop him. He sat down on her bed.

"Stay with me for a while. I dont want to be alone tonight." She looked scared.

"Sure sweetheart I'll stay as long as you want." Sean said smiling down at her.

She scooted over and gave him some space. He laid down next to her. She snuggled next to him draping an arm over his chest.

"Promise?" Lana whispered

"Yeah, I promise. Now go to sleep honey we have along day tomorrow." He rubbed her arm until he felt her relax and fall asleep.

Lana woke up to an empty bed. She was trembling from the nightmare she had and really needed someone to comfort her. She went across the hall and checked her brothers room. He wasn't there. She went downstairs and saw he wasn't there either. Lana searched the kitchen and still didnt find Sean. Still feeling scared from her dream and finding herself alone Lana crumbled to the floor and cried, her face in her hands. 

She was crying for a while thinking she was left alone. When she felt someone sit down next to her and hug her. She looked up tears in her eyes and saw Sean's look of concern in his eyes. She hugged him tight.

"Sean I thought you left me. I couldn't find you and I was scared." she said in his shirt.

"Oh, sweetheart I would never leave you. Its ok I went outside to take out the garbage. Don't cry honey I'm here." He rocked her in his arms for a few minutes then picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table. Wiping her tears with a tissue he smiled at her and threw the tissue out.

"I'm going to cook you breakfast ok. How does pancakes, eggs, and bacon sound?" 

Lana smiled. "Wow being a Navy SEAL really changed you. I remember you couldn't even turn on the stove and now you can cook, it better not taste bad."

"Yeah, you dont have a mom there to cook you things. They kinda make you learn that thing on your own, dont worry I promise it'll taste good." Sean smiled back.

Just as he promised he put a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs in front of his sister. He put syrup on her pancakes and sat down with his own plate. Lana who hadn't had any thing to eat for more than 12 hours ate happily.

"So did it taste good?" Sean asked looking over at his sister's empty plate.

"Well..." Lana said looking up pretending to think hard "I've had better." 

With speed Lana didnt know Sean had he picked her up around the waste took her to the couch and started to tickle her.

"Ssstop Sean" Lana screamed between laughs. He continued to tickle her 

"Say uncle" Sean said ignoring her yells for him to stop.

"Ok uncle, uncle" Lana said.

Sean stopped tickling her and smiled down at his sister. She looked up at him her eyes bright.

The last thing he expected was for her to start crying.

"Lana why are you crying did I hurt you?" Sean was worried he might have tickled her too hard.

"No, its just...do you think its ok to laugh and be happy with what happened." she looked up at Sean 

"Oh baby, its ok to be happy. Mom and dad want us to be happy. You can laugh and smile all you want sweetheart." Sean looked down at his sister and gave her the best smile he could. He was glad to see she smiled too.

"What are we going to do today Sean?" 

"Well, the lawyer for the Will is coming today to tell us what mom and dad left you."

Lana noticed how he said 'you' and wanted to know why.

"What do you mean 'you'?" Lana asked

"Well they sure as hell wont be leaving me anything after what I did to them." Sean said reluctingly as though he didnt want to remember it.

"Sean you idiot." Lana said. He looked at her and to his surprise she was smiling.

"Of course they left you something. All mom did was talk about you and ask me about you. They would read E-mails you sent me telling me you were ok. At first dad didnt want to admit that he was wrong for telling you what you should do in your life but he gave in and asked me about you just as much as mom." 

Sean was surprised to hear this but couldn't help douting her. 

"Well...why didnt they ask me to come home if they missed me so much?" Sean couldnt help but ask

"Well as much as dad admitted he was wrong he was to stubborn to actually apologize to you. He knew you were ok and happy so he left it at that."

"Wow. I didn't know." Sean felt like something heavy had lifted of his shoulders.

That afternoon the lawyer came to their house and left them an envelope from their parents. Sean opened it and found a letter from his parents along with some other papers. Sean read the letter aloud to his sister:

Dear Sean and Lana,

 When you read this letter we are not going to be there with you. We love you so much and didnt want you guys to be left with nothing when we someday wont be able to take care of you anymore.

Sean we love you and care about you . We are sorry for trying to make you do something that you didnt want to do. We've missed you alot since you were gone but we knew you were ok. Please take good care of your little sister. This is a time when you guys need to stick together. You need to be a family. Don't let her get into trouble.

Lana, honey we know that there were times when you felt like you wanted to strangle us but you need to know that your father and I only wanted the best for you. Please take care of yourself. Help your brother out and don't get in to much trouble. Be good my darlings.

       Love,

      Mom and Dad

When Sean finished reading the letter he looked at his sister who had tears in her eyes. putting the letter down Sean looked in the envelope and took out documents that said both he and Lana owned the house. Their parents had left a good amount of money on their bank accounts and made sure the house was paid. Lana gets the Volvo while Sean gets the Mercedes.

Sean held his sister while she cried. Later in the evening Sean cooked dinner. Lana let out a big yawn, they had a long day and Sean knew she was tired. 

"Go to bed if your tired sweetheart." Sean said after she let out another yawn.

"Uhh no I'm not tired I'll stay up with you and watch t.v like old times."

Sean knew she was tired but didnt say anything. They went into the den to watch some t.v. Sean sat down while Lana laid on the couch with her head on his lap. After twenty minutes of Jay Leno Sean noticed that Lana had fallen asleep. He gently took her head off his lap. He stood up and stretched. He watched his sister sleep for a while. She really was beautiful just like her mother.

He picked her up and she leaned her head on his chest. She was so light only anout 125 pounds. Sean has carried heavier stuff so her weight didnt bother him. When he reached her bedroom he laid her down on the bed. She instinctively stretched her arm feeling for something. She mumbled something but he couldn't hear her. 

Suddenly she opened her eyes. She looked around quickly ready to get off her bed when she saw him standing in front of her.

"Oh, there you are. I thought you left me here alone. Stay with me tonight ok?"

"Of course sweetheart I told you I'm not going anywhere." Lana moved over to make room for Sean. He laid next to her and she snuggled up to him gave him a kiss in the cheek and laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead. 

"Goodnight sweetheart sweet dreams." Sean whispered in her ear. 

"Goodnight Sean I love you." Lana murmured and soon fell asleep.

Lana woke up the next morning feeling a little uneasy. She dreamt that she had asked Sean to come to her bed because she had a surprise for him. When he laid next to her he saw that she wasn't wearing any clothes. She kissed him softly on the lips. He returned the kiss gently nibbling on her bottom lip. He took off his clothes and she could see his hard chest. She swelled up with love for him that she had never felt for any other person. He laid on top of her and made love to her until she died from ecstacy. After they were done he told her he loved her and would never let her go.

Lana noticed that her nipples were hard from thinking about the dream. She heard soft snoring and realized that Sean was still asleep next to her. She looked at him and he looked so peaceful. The blanket was draped around his middle. He must have taken his shirt off while she was asleep. That same feeling she had in her dream happened again. 

Lana couldnt believe it. She had fallen in love with her brother. She stared at him for a long time until she saw him open his eyes. He stretched letting out a loud groan then finally looked at her. He gave her that cute smile showing his two dimples. "Morning sweetheart"

Sweetheart she loved when he called her that. He was moving to get up but she stopped him. 

"No dont leave stay here with me." he laid back down and loooked at her.

"Sean I...you know how much I love you right?"

Lana was looking at him differently. Sean knew something was wrong.

"Yeah I know, I love you too but, that's not what you want to tell me." Lana looked up at him. She didnt know how to tell him. What if he left her or thought she must be losing it.

"No you dont know how much I love you Sean. I dont mean in a sisterly way. I mean I've fallen in love with you. I love you like a sister shouldn't love a brother. I realized it now but I think I loved you all my life. When you left five years ago I didn't know what to do. I would sleep in your room. I didn't understand it then but I know now. I just wanted to be in things that you were in. I want you to touch me Sean. I want your hands on my breasts, you lips on mine, your cock in my pussy. I want all of you baby."

Sean was speechless. He didnt know what to say to her. What she said surprisingly turned him on. He could feel his cock shift as she said those words. 

"Wow, Lana."

"Sean its ok if you dont love me anymore. You dont have to keep your promise. You can leave if you want to." Lana said tears now running down her cheeks.

"Wait, wait, wait baby dont cry. I love you Lana and I'm never going to leave you. It's just you took me by surprise that's all." Sean lifted Lana's chin and wiped her tears off.

"I dont think its such a good idea for us to you know do things. It's not that I dont love you its just I dont think its right." Sean said looking into Lana's sad eyes.

It hurt him to make her feel bad but, if he touched Lana he didn't think he would be able to stop. When he was laying alone in his bed he would think about her. What she was thinking, if she was asleep. He wanted her but he knew he couldn't have her. He wanted what was best for her even if he had to get one of his best friends to date her. No matter how jealous it made him feel.

"Are you ok sweetheart?" he said looking down at her.

"No, how can I be ok when the man I love and want with all my heart doesn't want me back."

"Lana I-"

"No its ok. I'm sorry I said anything. Don't worry about it." With that she got up and walked out of the room leaving Sean to think about what she said.

Later that day Sean was picking up leaves in the backyard still thinking about what Lana had said. He looked up and could see Lana cooking in the kitchen through the window. She really was beautiful. Her hair was loose on her back and it moved when a slight breeze entered through the window. 

When she left him in the room that morning he felt stupid for rejecting her. He wanted her the way she wanted him but he didnt know if he could go through with it. Would he be able to let her go after he touched her silky skin, kissed those full lips and touched her where she so wanted to be touched.

He already knew the answer to that. If he made love to her he would never want to leave her. He would forget everyone else but her. When he went downstairs she was showered and cleaning the den. The whole day she acted like they normally did as if nothing happened. When she was cleaning he couldnt help but look at the sway of her hips when she moved. The way her ass filled out the jeans she wore. How her breast filled out the tanktop she had on. 

He hadn't noticed these things before. Now he couldnt help but stare. Out of the window she looked up from the food she was preparing and smiled at him. Wow what a great smile.

After cleaning the backyard Sean came back inside sweaty and hot. He took his shirt and shoes of as soon as he got to the house. He laid down on the couch to rest before taking a shower. He closed his eyes and dosed off. He was walking to his mom and dads bedroom.The door was slightly ajar. He went inside and stopped at the sight that greeted him. Lana was laying naked on the bed sleeping. He walked slowly up to the bed and looked down at his beautiful sister. His gaze lowered to her round breasts. They were topped with puffy pink nipples. 


The Art of Seduction



I was sitting in the waiting room with about twelve other applicants. The agency said there would be competition, but I never expected this much. I had arrived just after lunch and I was the next to be called in for my interview. 

When the receptionist nodded to me and said, "Becky, your next," I stood as she opened the door to the office. He stood and motioned to a chair at the side of his desk. I sat down and demurely crossed my legs. I had deliberately dressed down. I mean more appropriately for a business interview than I normally would dress, more casually.

For a moment he went over my resume and while he read, I had an opportunity to do my own evaluation. Perhaps thirty. Not much more I would guess. Good looking. Maybe too good looking. Tall, handsome, athletic, with a quiet sort of masculinity that most men lack.

I wanted the job desperately and as he began to ask about my experience, I realized exactly how weak I was in some areas and had to admit it. He smiled and just seemed to skim over my shortcomings. He was actually making me feel very at ease. 

All the other interviews I had been on were conducted by men or women I felt very uncomfortable with, but he was different. Not exactly fatherly, but sort of understanding, almost as if he were deciding if I were worth hiring with out having the best resume possible. 

Another thing about him. He was exciting me. I don't know why, maybe the way he moved, or his aftershave lotion, sort of like when you see some good looking guy in a movie and can't get him out of your mind. I really don't know what it was, but I was actually responding sexually to being near him.

At the end of the interview I expected the usual, "don't call us, we'll call you" dismissal, but no. He got up and walked around the desk and taking my arm led me to the door. I was terrified. Turning he smiled and sort of whispered to me. You're coming back tomorrow. I have more to interview, but you're definitely in contention.

I was floating. I took my cell phone off vibrate, and called Marcy, my best friend and roommate to tell her about the interview. At that point all I could really tell was that the guy who interviewed me was so damn sexy that I thought I'd die if I didn't get the job.

Then it dawned on me. What if the administrative assistant job was for someone else? Like a nasty old guy or woman. I needed a job yeah, and one that paid well but for a person I could feel comfortable with.

That night, my fantasy was him. And lying in my bed with my eyes closed, I almost set a record for cumming. Six times. Actually I think I could have gone on and on but I had no spare batteries and my hand got tired. 

I should explain, my clitoris is very sensitive and except for four or five days a month, I can't wear panties. The friction would drive me insane. So anyway I masturbated again and again and dreamed up names for him. Actually he had never introduced himself to me; I only knew he was Mr.Tarker.

The next morning at ten I was in the office again. The lady sitting at the desk across the room was reading something. I was edgy so I started a conversation.

"Er. Miss, is the gentleman interviewing us one of the officers here?"

"Mr. Tarker? He's the president and owner. His first name is Brad. But I wouldn't use it unless he sort of tells you that you can. I think he's interviewing for an administrative assistant. Someone to take the load off his shoulders, so to speak."

There was a long pause and I started again.

"Is he...you know, difficult to work with?"

She smiled and looked a sympathetic. Then she answered.

"Honey, he's every girls dream but ever since his wife died seven months ago he's been sort of aloof. Ya know. Every woman in the typing pool and all the others, even the visitors who come in on business, have been throwing themselves at him"......... She paused and continued.

"Even me and I'm married. He was devastated when she died. For almost two months all he did was come in and sign what ever papers he absolutely had to, then leave. He didn't want all the predators hounding him. Or maybe he just isn't interested."

"Was he married long?" I asked.

"No actually only about eight months. His wife was pregnant when it happened, the airplane crash, I mean. But even before he got married he had a stable of women clamoring over him. He's just that kind of guy, ya know, cool and laid back, sort of shy in a boyish way. Not very aggressive, though I've heard he used to be something special in the love making department if you know what I mean."

I sat quietly, not wanting to push it too much. Something on her desk beeped and she stood up. 

"He's ready for you, Miss Radner."

"Go right in. And good luck." 

This time she just nodded to the door. She didn't get up or open it. But she did turn and whisper. "Good Luck Becky. I hope it's you."

This time when I went in, he wasn't behind the desk. He had his back to the door and was looking down at something in the park across the street. 

I moved to his side and looked down. He was watching some children playing on the swing sets across the way. I couldn't read his mind but suddenly I felt very close to him and sort of sorry.

Turning he asked me to sit down. Then he took his seat and swiveled towards me. 

"Becky, this job isn't terribly difficult but it does require a fair amount of intuitive decision making. You know sensing what has to be done and reading what a client wants without them knowing themselves. You seem to be able to...well look at a situation and understand what needs to be done. Last night I reread all of the resumes and I made my choice. If you still want the job it's yours."

Oh my god... I fought the urge to jump up and throw my arms around him. Staying as calm as I could, I managed the expected, "Thank you, and you won't be sorry", crap and satl back down in my seat.

I was in the clouds and really only got bits and pieces of what he was saying from that point on. Something about being back at nine in the morning, and about him explaining something. Not a hell of a lot more.

On my way out the lady at the desk, gave me the thumbs up and welcomed me aboard. The next day I learned that her name was Rita and that she was forty five years old and married.

It was crazy. I had the job but I was more elated by the fact that I would be with him. Brad. 

Again I called my best friend, Marcy at her job and told her the good news. That night we celebrated. Well sort of... We went to our local watering hole and got a bit stewed.

Marcy kept pumping me about Mr. Tarker. Was he single? Did I like him? Was he sexy? (Translation: would I like to go to bed with him), and what was I going to do in my new job.

The, "was he sexy", thing surprised even me. I confessed that I hoped something would happen, but it was so unlike me. Anyway after having too much to drink we went home. That night I had a name for my fantasy lover,"BRAD." As numb as I was, I managed a record breaking, seven.... I had stocked up on fresh batteries.

The next morning I was at work early. I was surprised to learn that my office was a private one adjoining his with a private door between our offices. I was shown my desk and given a copy of my job description. Things that I was expected to do.

On the second paragraph was the phrase, "Accompany the president on travel when necessary and attend social functions as directed." I felt giddy. And for the next hour I rearranged the office to suit me.

The office was almost as large as Mr. Tarker's. I had a separate computer desk at one end and my regular desk towards the center of the other end. Though not nearly as large as his massive black walnut desk, mine was sufficiently large enough for most executive's purposes. And I had a long black leather sofa thing with a sort of coffee table in front of it to lounge in when time permitted.

Even before Mr. Tarker came in, several of the girls from the pool arrived to look me over, presumably to introduce themselves. In reality I was their boss and they probably wanted to see if I was going to give them any trouble.

I must confess, there was a lot of competition in front of me. They could all have been models for some mans magazine and if they had designs on Brad and had failed, I'd have to come up with something really different if I wanted him.

Over the next two weeks things went smoothly and I learned a bit more about my boss. We got close enough to be on first a first name basis. I would relay his directives to the girls and they would take care of things. But on those occasions when it was necessary for one of the girls to have a one on one meeting with Brad, I began to notice a pattern.

It began one day when Angie Phelps was called in to go over some invoices. Brad spent about fifteen minutes with her, hovering over her, pointing out discrepancies and her nodding her head. When she left not more than a minute passed before Brad asked me to find her and give her some invoices she had left behind.

I went out and looked for her but her desk was empty. I laid the invoices down and asking the others where she was, they simply nodded their head towards the ladies room. Entering I found her standing in the corner of the lounge with her skirt up around her waist, her left leg up on the bench, while she was pumping a rather large dildo in and out of her pussy.

Seeing me, I expected her to stop, but she didn't. She waved me off and gasped, "Let me finish. I'm almost there."

I watched her masturbate, unashamed in front of me, for a full three minutes more. I was at a loss for words. 

As she came she tossed her head back and let out a long low moan, then pulled her dildo out, pulled her skirt down, and went to the sink and washed and dried her little toy. After she put it in her purse she turned to me and as if nothing had happened asked, "Do you need me for something?"

I fumbled a few words telling her that Brad wanted to return some papers and that I had put them on her desk. I turned to leave.

She caught up with me just outside the door and walked with me to her desk. 

"After you've been here a while you'll understand. We all do it. It's something about being with him. Soon you'll be in there too, you know, relieving the tension." I left, shaking my head. 

Over the next few weeks I saw the same thing with the others and then it suddenly dawned on me. I'd been doing the same thing after a meeting with him.

I would go back to my office, lock the doors and use my fingers to get off. We were all addicted to him. But maybe more so because he was my lover before I went to sleep each night too.

It wasn't more than two weeks later that Angie came in to my office early one morning. Closing my door she leaned up against it and handed me a CD. "Put it in your computer and watch this."

She watched me walk to my computer and I insert it. 

There on the monitor was a cam recording of my office. I had apparently forgotten to turn it off or one of the girls had turned it on without my knowing. About a minute into the recording it showed me coming out of Brad's office and locking my door.

Then I walked to my couch and sat on the edge and, hiking up my skirt, I began playing with my pussy until I came. 

I was more than just a little upset but what was just a little more upsetting was in the long gift wrapped box she handed me. Inside was a dildo of some sort of flexible material with a handle on the end.

She smiled when she saw my face. "You're going to wear your pretty little hand out using your fingers and I figured this would work better. And oh, I'm the only one who reviewed the CD, so don't worry about the word getting around."

That was the morning that Angie had me sit on the armrest of my couch, hike up my skirt and she performed cunnulingus on me. I came in a flash and when I finished, she hiked up her skirt and standing, put her foot on my chair and began fucking herself with her fingers. 

I totally lost it. I was so horny watching her, that I went to her. I've had girl, girl, affairs in college, and Marcy and I, quite often get together and tribble and have scissor sex. Or make out together whenever we get bored, so I have no problem with it, but here I was supposed to be miss prim and proper, her boss.

That was the morning I promised that in exchange for her confidentiality I would be her partner at work whenever she really needed help. But since it was Brad that seemed to trigger her, I made a mental note to keep her as far away from him as possible. In return she promised that she would do the same if I needed her help. I do her, and she'd do me if I wanted.

For the next five days I steered her away from Brad. Although she was damn good at eating pussy, I was more into my own fantasies about Brad thant having one of my girls substitute for him. I had put her gift in the bottom drawer of my desk along with a bottle of lube And I used it a lot.

The first time I was out with Brad was at a luncheon at his country club. He told me a day in advance about it, so I was a bit more casual in my dress. A midi skirt that had a small slit down the side and a blouse that was a bit snug and outlined my perky nipples. 

We had a great time and though he carried on the conversation, for the most part, with his male associates, I really felt that I was an asset. Some of the others there had brought their wives or girl friends so we had casual conversations off by ourselves. 

They all had questions about my relationship with Brad, and all seemed interested in how I had managed to become so close to him. I was sure that any one of them would have been more than willing to have an affair with him if they had the opportunity, married or not.

About this time I had gotten into the habit of getting off at least once at work each day, mostly around eleven just after our morning meetings. I was hooked. A day without Brad was a day wasted. And I got so damn wet when I was around him that It sometimes became uncomfortably sticky. 

The dresses I wore were always rather blousy. I couldn't stand to have anything snug across my hips and thighs and it was easier to hike that sort of skirt up when I got back in my office than more chic formfitting things.

That's when I finally got around to asking if there was a dress code for the company employees. He said there wasn't but that something discreet was generally best. 

I asked about what I had been wearing and he smiled before telling me that he thought I was dressing down a little too much and that he wouldn't mind if I choose more,...Then he paused and said, "Revealing things."

That's when I switched to minis and snugger blouses and pullovers. The girls in the pool picked up on that and they too began wearing more suggestive things. I may have just screwed things up for myself. Some of the girls began doing their hair in more stylish fashions and wearing some rather revealing blouses. 

Activity in the girls lounge picked up and the office traffic along with it. My god, I caught all of the girl's jilling in the lounge at least once during the next week. And they were like a family without any secrets. Not even attempting to stop when they were caught or showing any signs of being shy about it. I even found Angie and another girl, Tina doing each other.

Marcy and I were sitting on my bed one evening trying to figure out ways I might be able to break Brad and seduce him. Blackmail was out. He could just fire me and coming on to him wouldn't work either. Every girl in the office including old Rita had tried that.

I did have the edge over the others. I was now his confidant. We actually confided in each other about things such as what sort of foods we liked and what interests we had when away from work. It had gotten almost to the brother sister sort of closeness.

Then on Wednesday he told me we had to go on a trip together. A client wanted our company to purchase a yacht for him and his wife. We had to meet and go over the details and I was to read into what they really wanted. I was to dress up. You know, sheath, high heels, the works. He gave me off Thursday afternoon to have my hair done and we met at the office at six.

It was cold out and I was wearing a shawl that matched my gown. The drive was about fifty miles and we reached the restaurant at seven or so. The client and his wife arrived about fifteen minutes later. 

He was interested in me. His wife was after Brad, and I was furious. I actually caught her with her hand on Brads cock and although it was obvious, her husband didn't do a damn thing about it but did try several times to slide his hand up my leg. A difficult thing to do when your contending with a form fitting sheath. Finally dinner came and she had to sit up straight and behave like a lady. 

Brad acted as if nothing had happened. Anyway the deal was sealed, and the two reluctantly left. We stayed and had another drink before leaving too.

When we came out it was snowing. I wore only a shoal over my bare shoulders and in this sheath and high heels it was difficult to walk. Brad had to support me all the way to his car.

About thirty five mile from town, it got so bad we were sliding all over the road and at eleven in the evening, with all the snow coming down you couldn't see ten feet in front of you. 

The motel sign showed dimly on our right and he pulled in. The parking lot was packed, mostly with trucks and Brad ran in. Ten minutes later he returned. "We got the last room. But Becky it's only a single. Just a queen sized bed and not much more. We'll just have to rough it and make do. Are you up to it?

My god if he only knew how my heart was pounding. I went into my "shy mode." "Well if that's all there is I suppose we can share." Then I remembered. I had no bra on because the sheath I was wearing was topless, and I never wear panties. Oh god I thought. I can't sleep in my dress and...... 

Panic turned to elation. Maybe, just maybe tonight would be the night. 

It was far too late in the evening to get a cup of coffee or something warm to drink so he helped me thru the snow to the room. It was nice but sort of isolated at the far end of a long row of rooms on the first floor. 

Entering, there was only the bed and a couple of straight back chairs and a dressing table with a TV on it. We would be forced to share the bed if either of us even hoped to get any sleep.

But I was now so excited and feeling so giddy that I was anxious to see how he would react.

We had no luggage so we just stood inside the door and considered options.

He began. "Becky, I'm really sorry for this but it was the last room. How do you think we should handle this? I could move the two chairs together and probably doze off. It's only eight or nine hours until morning and then we can see what the roads look like.

My heart sank.

"Look Brad, I'm no prude so I could make a more practical suggestion. We share. You take one side, and I'll take the other. That way we both get some rest."

He looked at me then up and down. "You can't possibly get any sleep in that gown thing. And I'm in a suit. No, that won't work." 

I made the next suggestion. "Well, the room is rather dark and the shades are down maybe if we turn off the lights it'll be dark and we can get out of these clothes and into bed without really embarrassing one another."

He went to the wall and turned off the light, then turned it back on.

"Your right. It sure is dark. I can sleep in my shorts, if that's all right with you," he suggested.

My heart was going like a trip hammer by now. Keeping up my demur act, I nodded yes and acted shy as I went to the bed and sat down.

He turned off the lights and I heard him fumble as he undressed on the far side of the bed. Finally the bed moved again as he slid between the sheets. Now on my side of the bed, I slipped out of my sheath. My shoes had been kicked off when we came in so now I was totally nude.




The Art of Seduction



Again the rustling of sheets and the bed moved slightly as I slid in on my side.

I lay there in the dark trying to get up enough courage to do something. Fifteen minutes later I turned onto my back and accidentally bumped into his bare back.

"Sorry. It's a bit smaller than I'm used to. Are you asleep yet?"

"Not yet,' he answered.

I sighed. "You know it's been years since I was in bed with a man."

He paused then confessed. "It's been a long time since I was in bed with a woman, Becky."

Again a five minute pause. 

Just knowing he was inches away from me had me getting wet. I let my hand snake down to my vulva and brush across my clit. God I wanted to cum. This was pure torture.

Finally I whispered... "I used to get a good night kiss before sleeping. Would you be upset if I gave you one?"

I felt him roll onto his back then turn again and his face was over mine. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and felt his breath on my cheek. Then the kiss. But he missed the mark and just kissed my forehead.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I squeezed his neck and pulled his head back down. Searching for his mouth I put my lips to his and kissed as passionately as humanly possible. It was a deep kiss and I forced my tongue into his mouth.

My mind was spinning. I thought, Brad, oh god if only you knew how much I want you. Then I lost control. He moved his tongue back into my mouth and our mouths opened wider. He was responding. We dueled with our tongues and the kiss became more intimate. He was crumbling.

"Becky...no...it's too soon."

"No it isn't, I breathed back. We both need it. Just let yourself go. Feel me. I have nothing on. I want to feel you against me. Just for tonight Brad. It'll be all right. Tomorrow we'll both forget tonight ever happened."

He didn't say anything but turned on his back as if it were over. I chased him. Now I leaned over him and pressed my hard nipples against his chest while my lips again covered his. Finally he moved his arms around me and slid his hand down my back and over my ass. 

God he had to know I was telling the truth. He had let his hand move down from the nape of my neck to the crack of my ass. 

I squirmed in his arms. I dragged my breasts across his bare chest and I nibbled at his lower lip. 

"Brad, I want it. Don't stop. I'll be good for you. We'll be good for each other."

Locked together we rolled to my side. Now he was over me and I tore the sheets off. Long kisses became more intimate. My hand slid down his back and I tugged at his shorts. He didn't resist. 

Now he began. All his pent up hunger was obvious. He kissed my forehead, then my nose and cheeks. Perhaps the tasted the salty wetness of my tears gave me away, but then he kissed his way back to my lips before moving on.

I was sopping wet at that point. I moved so he lost his shorts somewhere at the foot of the bed and now I pressed my pussy against his thigh. I could feel his cock, hard and firm, trapped between my thigh and his body.

I wanted to sob. I wanted to cry out but all I could do was feel his cock nestled between us. Oh god what I was feeling was deliriously erotic. I ground my clit against his leg and gasped.

So close and yet I didn't want my first orgasm to happen so fast.

Now his lips were just under my ear, at my neck and I choked back a sob. Soon his mouth was at my throat, and he kissed his way down to my heaving breasts. I died when he took my nipple between his lips and raked his teeth up and down.

Something was happening that I couldn't control. As he suckled me, my vagina began to ache and throb. It seemed to be responding to my nipples being sucked.

When he moved to my other breast and began to drag the tip of his tongue around my dimpled aureoles I groaned. 

Suddenly he slid his free hand down my tummy and I rolled off his leg and spread wide.

My hand moved down and I clutched his erection. My god he was hard. I had an uncontrollable urge to suck it, to love it and taste it. I wanted his cock more than life itself at that moment. 

I slid my hand along its hot surface and over its head. Pre-cum coated my palm and lubricated my fingers as I began to stroke him.

He could never have known how sensitive my clit had become. His fingers softly caressed my swollen labia, scarcely touching it and each time he moved his fingers across my clit, I sobbed aloud. 

To distract myself I concentrated on his cock. Sliding my curled fingers up and down its length I imagined how long and thick he was. It was sort of futile. I was going to explode in the most erotic and wonderful orgasm you could ever imagine.

But just as it was about to happen he did something unexpected. He abandoned my nipples and moved his lips down across my heaving abdomen and put his mouth where his hand had been moments earlier. 

He began by just running his tongue up and down, separating my inner labia from my outer mounds using his wet tongue. 

Up and down and when I thought it couldn't get any better. He slid several fingers into my vagina and clamped his mouth over my clit.

I couldn't stand it. I screamed every obscenity I had ever heard and added a few that probably never existed. I was in an exquisite agony of the most unbelievable climax of my life. 

"YESSS, OH YES, I AM! CUMMINGGGG. MORE! OH GOD DON'T STOP. YEAH AGAIN, MORE, FUCK ME WITH YOUR MOUTH BRAD. OH GOD I LOVE IT!"

It's amazing how he held on to me. His fingers were deep inside me, twisting, turning and thrusting in and out, and his tongue was swirling around and round my clit until I couldn't stand it any longer. I practically begged him: STOP! NO MORE. I can't breathe. Oh god you're killing me. Let me rest a minute.

I lay panting, my breasts heaving, when he took his fingers out and lifted his mouth from my vulva. Needing a moment to rest yet afraid he was done with me, I scrunched around and pushed him onto his back.

Holding his cock up I took his heavy balls in my mouth, one at a time I slid my tongue around each. He was still oozing pre-cum and I continued to jerk his cock. 

Being shorn of his foreskin my hand slid over the hot shaft making a sort of shuck, shucking sound. I was desperate to keep him interested at any cost.

Abandoning his balls I lifted up and sucked his cock into my mouth. 

My god, I thought. It's as stiff as a board. There was nothing soft about it except perhaps its head. Not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind, I abandoned my sucking and straddled his hips.

Now kneeling, I lifted my ass and directed his cock to my vulva. Sliding its head up and down the warm wet valley between my labia I found the soft entrance to my vagina and eased him in.

"Becky...Becky my god girl, you feel so good......... It's been so long."

"Sssshhhh, I know Brad, for me too. But god this feels so right. It's almost more than I can stand. Can you feel my tight pussy sucking your cock in like this? My dear baby this is so right. It's something we both need. Hold off as long as you can but let me know when you're going to cum. I want to take it a different way."

He didn't answer. I kept fucking him and some minutes later he gasped. "Becky, I'm gonna cum! It's here.

I scrambled off his cock and twisting around drove it into my mouth and bobbed my head. Seconds later he shot. I mean he really came hard.

More than I could hold in my mouth, I was forced to swallow most of it. 

That's not something I have ever done before and I thought it would be gross, but actually I didn't really taste much, just that it was kinda stringy and a little salty.

Thinking we were finished I was about to release him but he grabbed my ass and pulled me over his head. Now in a 69 position he began to do those deliriously exciting things to my pussy with his tongue and fingers again.

I loved it. I felt it. I felt everything. His tongue whisking up and down the trench of my pussy. His fingers toying with the cheeks of my ass as his fingers probed the little portal between my buns. Then his tongue swept over my clit again and I was on my way.

The guy was an expert and really enjoyed what he was doing to me. When he did something exceptionally exciting he heard me gasp and continued doing that until I was moaning like some animal in heat. 

When he forced the tip of his tongue between the hood at the top of my inner lips, and my clit, I went insane again. I can't stand that sort of wet friction around and over my clit for very long and I cried out just as another flow of my juices wept from somewhere inside my vagina.

"CUMMING AGAIN.....Yeah it's now. Now, NOW, like that, do more like that!"

There are orgasms and orgasms. I mean no two are exactly alike and what I had experienced tonight was beyond description. They were intense beyond belief.

I couldn't tell him to stop. I was breathless and my pussy was throbbing and the muscles in my groins felt like they were on fire. I could only roll to my side and try to recapture his cock in my mouth.

He was as hard as a rock again. He was unbelievable. 

"Brad? Would you get on top and fuck me? I want to feel you doing that to me. You know, feel you deep inside me and moving in and out."

In the quiet darkness I felt the bed move. Then his knees were between my calves and I lifted my legs high and let them form a giant V. He teased my pussy by searching for my opening, then finding it, slowly he leaned forward, stretching me open.

Sometimes with my legs folded over his forearms and at other times with my knees on his shoulders he drove in and out. 

My clit is very close to my vagina so the way he was leaning forward, his cock was doing terrible things to my clit. I couldn't stop myself from cumming a third time, then a fourth and fifth.

I had been screeching to him during the whole time and during a lull I heard his voice growl low and seductively. 

"I'm ready. Shall I stop it?"

I cried aloud. "Nooo. Keep it in. It's mine. I want it Baby. Give me your cum I need it now."

He was sort of grunting low when I felt him spasm. He stopped thrusting but his cock was deep and I could feel it pulse over and over again. He was filling me with his body, pumping his sperm, his seed deep and I drank it with my pussy.

As it slowly ended, I was exhausted and wet. He stayed inside me for minutes before slowly withdrawing his cock and falling over to the side. We lay there in the dark panting until he finally managed to speak.

"Wonderful. That was beautiful Becky...Thanks....Your fantastic."

Frightened out of my wits that he wouldn't want me again I asked. "Do we have to go back to the way it was? I mean ...do we really have to try and forget tonight?"

He turned to me and whispered. I can try, but maybe that was something that is unforgettable. What about you? Can you forget it?"

I thought: "no way In Hell." Then, taking a deep breath, I simply answered with three words murmured low... No I can't.

When we turned on the lights in the morning and looked down at the bed it was obvious to anyone that we had made love. Between my juicy pussy and his cum we had pretty well saturated the bedding. 

That was the first real good look I had of him. And he had of me. We joked. "Like what you see?" I asked.

He smiled at me. And whispered secretively, "Beautiful, simply beautiful."

I think I actually blushed and in the same sort of tone, whispered back. "And I like what I see too. That thing between your legs is going to get a lot of attention back at the office. Can we add that to my job description? Taking care of business behind closed doors?"

He chuckled and nodded. Then added, "Other duties as assigned?"

Back at work on Monday it must have been obvious that Brad was treating me just a wee bit differently.

The girls in the pool were almost green with envy and I was thoroughly enjoying it. 

Angie pressed me for information. And although I was tempted, I said nothing but she suspected.

Tuesday came and I teased Brad. Not wanting to be too forward and yet wanting him to tell me he needed me again, I played the game. He didn't bite so I went into aggressor mode. 

"Brad... somebody needs some attention. Are you willing to sort of ...you know, give some tender loving care to a really hungry little pussy cat?" 

He smiled and decided to play my game.

"Now about this pussy cat...who might it be? And what is this thing about feeding her....... MMMmmmmmmmmmmm what would she want. Warm milk or just something to make her purrrrrrrr a little?"

God, I melted. Add the teasing to the way he looked at me and I was ready to rape him.

I made a slow walk to the door of his office as suggestive as possible and Locking it, went to the other door and locked that too. Then I did a little strip tease kind of wiggle in front of him before walking to his desk. He was sitting on the front corner of it, just beaming at me.

"Just let your little pussycat warm things up, OK?" 

He wasn't helping any. He just smiled as he watched me practically begging him. I was learning. He liked the woman to be the aggressor. He was like a shy little boy and had to be told what to do. Well I was that woman. 

I finally gave in and dropped to my knees in front of him and unzipped his slacks and pulled them, along with his shorts, down to his ankles. 

My god what a cock this man had. I reached up and cupping his balls in one hand and grasping his cock in the other, rocked forward on my knees and brought it to my mouth. I moaned around its fullness. Three or four minutes later I was salivating like crazy and my pussy was dancing and twitching worse than ever. Finally I stood up and lifted my skirt. 

He must have seen the wetness. A glistening patch of my own juices were smeared over the surface of my inner thighs and my clit must have been peeking out between the inner folds of my pussy. I was hot. 

Almost in slow motion he slid off his desk and kicked his slacks away. I took his place on the corner of the desk and hiking myself up, I leaned back, supporting myself on outstretched arms. I inched forward and spread my legs. 

Always staring directly into my face, he moved between my thighs and stood there taunting me. 

I couldn't stand it..... I reached down and actually tugged his swollen cock towards my waiting Pussy. 

Have you ever been taken like that? Sitting with your pussy waiting and suddenly feel this hot shaft slowly violate you. It's enough to make a woman go insane. 

He moved in closer and held my hips, pulling me deep onto his cock. Slowly he began to fuck...in-out, in-out. And the way he had me positioned, his cock was raking over my clit.

I wanted to scream. In-out, in-out, like some sort of metronome he was filling me, than stealing away from me. I finally cried out.

"Fuck me! Don't play with me! Give it to me! Go deeper and harder. Faster, and, and...I paused, Oh my god I'm gonna finish."

I was astonished at how fast it happened. It couldn't have been much more than a minute and I was cumming. Throwing my body forward I grabbed his neck and held him close. That forced my clit to press down more firmly on his plunging cock and I went ballistic. 

I had to bite his shoulder to stifle my screams. I lifted my legs and wrapping them around his thighs and locked my heels behind him. 

I drooled on his shirt and bit down on his shoulder. I almost blanked out but finally had to lean back and release him. I couldn't take any more. Huffing and puffing I stared at him.

He had this satisfied grin on his face. He enjoyed my agony. 

It wasn't anger but revenge that I wanted, and as soon as I could recover I slid to the floor and twisted him around so he stood with his back pressed against the front of the desk. 

I slid his rigid cock between my lips and sucked like hell. Then I alternated between jerking him into my mouth and sucking him off.

Looking up as I jerked his cock I gasped: "Come on baby give your kitten the cream she wants. Gimmee your warm cum Brad, fairs fair. I want it right now so shoot for me."

Suddenly he put his hands on the edge of the desk and began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. Perhaps a bit too deep. I took gasps of air and tried to stifle my urge to gag. Then he looked down into my eyes.

Almost childlike he gasped. "Cumming Becky. I can't stop it. Becky I'm gonna shoot!" 

I pulled back, so just the head of his dick was in my mouth and I waited. Then I felt the first warm pulse as he released his store cum. It coated my tongue. Another and another followed, and I tried to hold it but couldn't. My head was tilted back as I looked up at him and I instinctively swallowed.

As he finished, I wondered, did his wife do this for him? Did she get this giddy sort of thrill knowing that he was spending his cum to please her?

Draining him, I stood and pulled my skirt down trying to smooth the wrinkles out. Turning I watch him cinch his belt and zip his fly. His loafers were half way across the room and he fetched them and sat on the leather sofa as he slipped his feet into them.

I can't get enough of him. I go mad when he touches me. Sometimes it's the promise of his mouth touching me. I dream of that every night and think of it every day. Sometimes his mouth covers my lips, sometimes it covers those lips between my thighs, but always I become excited.

Now he is vulnerable and I'm afraid he might wander. I have to control the others. I've broken his defensive wall down and let him out. But I scheme to give him my body in ways that I hope no other woman has. Better even than his wife had. 

I return to my office and call Marcy. I went into detail about what we have just done in his office. She's getting horny just listening to my story. I can hear her breath come in slow pants, then more rapidly and faster I hear her gasp.

She's masturbating while I tell her how it felt. The sensation of his hard cock stretching my vagina open. Open wider than I can explain.

"More, she begs. Tell me what happened in that motel room? How did it happen? Was it good? I went through every detail, second by second and Again I told her how it felt as I sat on the desk. 

How sitting, folded that way I could feel his cock sliding across my clit. I told her how I wrapped my legs around him and with my heels drew him closer and deeper.

Then.......suddenly.......I realized that I needed more. I was reliving what had just happened and knew that once wasn't nearly enough. 

"Marcy, I have to go. I need more. I'm going to hang up and take care of myself again until I'm back to normal. I'll call you later tonight. I just need time to get myself off again. Bye."

Making sure the cam on my computer was off I hoisted myself up on my chair, and spreading my legs wide reached into my bottom drawer and took out Angi's gift. 

Not as long as Brad's cock but about as thick I began to pump it in and out.

Once....Twice...Three times I held my breath and squealed as I finished. Well into my fourth, the door to Brad's office opened and he walked in.

Mortified is the only word I could think of to describe my embarrassment. He smiled as I tried to pull my skirt down. I didn't even take the dildo out of my vagina. I just moved my thighs together and sat there stupefied.

Again that boyish smile. Then his first sentence sent me reeling.

"I needed more too Becky. That's what I came in to have you do, let me fuck you again. Would you like that? Do you want to? Just maybe?"

I choked out a question. "Where? When? Tonight?" 

"No came his warm reply. "Right here and now. I have a lot of catching up that I want to do and it can't wait."

I stood up and turned away. I had to get that damn dildo out of my pussy without being too obvious. But what ended up happening was the thing made a salacious slurpy popping sound as I drew it out.




The Art of Seduction



Sure, I answered, but my way...."We can do it In here. There aren't any windows and it's more private. And...can we do it my way?"

I knew I was pushing but I was fairly sure he would say yes. He had earlier, and actually he seemed to be sort of submissive, almost as if he wanted to be told what to do. 

Nodding I started to undress. He was watching me but not moving. 

"You too Brad. Take everything off. No one will interrupt us in here."

Slowly like a little boy unsure of himself, he began to strip and hang each thing up neatly over the back of the chair.

I was nude well before he had even gotten down to his shorts and I fidgeted around waiting. I had to smile. He was already erect and was having some trouble getting his shorts off. I feigned impatience and put my hands on my hips to show my impatience. 

He looked as if he wanted to turn and run. 

"It looks as if you're ready sweetie. Now how shall we do this? What would you like for us to do?"

He just scanned my body from top to bottom, but didn't say a word.

"Come here to me baby. I want you to suck these nipples until I've had enough to get me going. Come on Brad, suck them. Just like you did in the motel."

We started with me standing and him with his hands on my waist, head bowed and his hot mouth over my nipples. His hard cock stood out and poked my tummy. I slowly crumpled to the carpet and he folded up with me.

I laid there on my back while he kissed and sucked my swollen aureoles and dragged his teeth up and down my sensitive teats. I was getting that frantic feeling again.

I just let him go and spread my arms out wide. Almost as if I were being crucified. I don't know if he had ever been accused of being satyr, but he was doing things to me that only a mythical sex god could do. He may have been just sucking my nipples but some connection had been made between them and my vulva. I was churning down there.

My pussy was doing a dance as I anticipated what I knew he would do next. When he began to lick the underside of my breasts I was left breathless. He was headed for my sticky vulva and I began to flex the muscles of my ass as if already fucking something I knew was about to be deep inside me.

This time I again wrapped my legs around him and pulling him hard against me I rolled him on top of me, then releasing him, I spread my legs as wide as humanly possible. Holding them high I felt my sticky labia part as if I were peeling something open that had been glued together.

I looked down and watched his stiff shaft sway slightly as he moved his knees closer to my inner thighs. His cock fascinated me. 

The veins that shown blue, wrapping like a web around the hot peach colored walls of his shaft made me squirm. The plum colored head that capped the tip like a helmet with its small slit would soon give forth a fountain of creamy cum. I wanted it where it belonged. Inside me.

I dug my chin into my chest and looked down between my breasts, their nipples standing at attention, while I looked down the valley between as I watched and waited for it. 

Now he teased the head of his cock up and down the wet furrow between my labia. I whined aloud each time I felt it glance over my clit.

The instant I felt the head of his cock breach my vagina I thrust up. He was in. I had captured him.

No longer the shy boy who needed to be led, he began to thrust in and out like a bull in heat. I matched him. Thrust for thrust and his balls slapped my upturned ass while my pubic bone slapped against his. 

Faster and faster until I went rigid and gasped.. "Yeah, unh, unnn, unnn, yess I love the feeling of you inside me. Yeah Brad. Use me!"

Three minutes later I had cum twice and I held him tight and rolled over on top of him. Disengaging I let his cock slip from inside me and I stood. 

Slowly I wobbled to the couch and knelt on it with my arms folded on the back I lay my head down and offered my ass to him.

Silently he came to me. His hands, warm upon the cheeks of my ass, held me still. Then he made a choice. I felt his cock enter. Like a well oiled piston moving into a cylinder he thrust deep into my vagina. So deep he forced hard against my cervix. I rocked forward only to rebound. 

Like mating animals he pummeled my pussy and I squealed with the fervor of a mare being mated. He fucked me and I started another series of climaxes that were beyond belief.

His endurance never faltered. Oh he would slow down to a very slow series of thrusts while he caught his breath, only to resume seconds later.

Now we changed position. I stood on one leg with his forearm holding the calf of my other leg in the crux of his forearm. He began fucking from behind. A different angle, one in which he could stroke my clit with his free hand, while driving his cock in and out. I was slowly going mad. 

When he finally gasped. "BECKY, take it Becky. I'm spurting!," he released me and I fell onto the couch. He grabbed his cock and almost like a hose, began to shower me with stream after stream of warm cum.

It was everywhere. In my hair, on my face, running down my breasts and on the black leather couch. "Absolutely amazing," I thought. "How can he do this to me?"

Stumbling back he looked at me. An expression of shame crossed his handsome face. "I'm so sorry Becky. It happened too fast. I couldn't stop it. God I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

That was the last thing in the world I wanted to hear. I stared up at him in disbelief and practically screamed. "Nooo, I loved it. I needed it that way. I love it when you cum like that. It makes it perfect. I like to see you out of control and know that I did it to you. Don't you understand, Brad. I needed to know I can satisfy you. It's important to me."

I must have looked like hell. Sticky cum in my hair and all. He went into his office and returned with a box of tissues and sitting down next to me gently wiped the creamy mess off me. My hair was a problem though and as I tried to straighten it up with a comb I had to giggle as I looked at him. 

"I never had hair spray like this Brad. But there's a first for everything."

Even though he was now flaccid, I cleaned his cock off with my mouth, licking him dry and secretly hoping he would get hard again. But it didn't happen.

Now we were both dressed and we sat on the couch I turned and asked, was it good? I mean do you enjoy doing it with me? You know I offered you my ass and you didn't pick up on it. Wouldn't you like fucking me that way?"

Again, that embarrassed childlike stare. "Tammy, my wife, never liked it so I never did it. But you two are so alike except for that. Do you..........Can you cum that way?"

I smiled. "I don't know. I never did it either but with you I know I'd at least like to try. I cum pretty easily and I think just knowing what we're doing with each other.....Yeah I think I'd finish. Let's try next time if you like."

That night I told Marcy everything. Even about Angie's little CD and that I had played with Brad during the day and what had happened in my office.

As always she wanted to listen to each detail, as she sat on my bed, her legs crossed so she could play with her pussy while I talked. She would cum then ask me to repeat what I had just said. When I didn't join in she was disappointed and finally even she was tired and went to her room.

I had made a comment about always being the one on the make and he just sat behind his desk looking like a young teacher, sort of astonished at what one of his students was saying or doing.

"I like that, Becky, the thing about him looking at you like a wayward child. How do you think he would react if you came out of your office dressed in one of those school girl uniforms with your hair in pigtails and acting as if you had done something naughty. Do you think he might get into role playing?"

I thought about it and the just the idea was a turn on. Of course we would have to get the outfit together but it might be worth a try. Over the weekend I shopped with Marcy and we selected a hip hugging tiny red plaid pleated skirt that just ended below my pussy. 

You were supposed to wear panties with it but I never liked them. The rest of the outfit consisted of a skimpy front tie top blouse, a mini tie, white leg warmers and black platform pumps with 5" heels. 

My hair was too short to braid so I divided it and made two pony tails and tied them off with matching bows. It was really cute. 

Obviously I couldn't wear it in to work but in my office it only took seconds to get my hair up and the outfit on. 

I began by calling him from my office and in a sort of high baby voice whispered. "Your assistant was a naughty little girl. I think you should punish her, I'll send to your office sir."

Hell I don't even know if he knew who made the call. My voice was sort high and baby like.

So I pushed the door to his office open and walked in with my chin down as if shy then went to his office door and locked it. Turning, I stood in front of him with my head bowed and my ankles sort of crossed as I swayed my hips as if waiting to be yelled at. The heels were making me very wobbly.

He picked up on it immediately. "Mmmm what has Becky done naughty today?"

I had to ad lib it at that point. "Well, she didn't do her home work and she did bad things to her little clitty. "She did very naughty things and made her little cunnie get all wet and sticky."

He stifled a grin and bowed his head to keep from laughing. Moments later he lifted his head and with a sheepish grin on his face, asked: "What sort of punishment do you think a bad little girl should get for playing with herself?"

That was the opening I had been hoping for.

"Well sometimes I get spanked. And sometimes I have to suck on that big thing the teacher has between his legs until it gets all big and hard. Or other things."

"Well what happens when it gets all big and hard? What happens then?"

"Well sometimes it has to get put inside my little cunnie and I wiggle until it squirts in there. If it doesn't then I have to put it inside my little heinie hole and I have to wiggle around and make it squirt in there."

Playing along and asked. "Why? Does that make you behave and be a good little girl?"

"Well it makes me feel good and a good little girl is the best kind."

Well, he asked, "which punishment do you think bad little Becky should have to make her a happy, good little girl?"

I Smiled. "All of them. I was a very bad little girl."

He smiled, stood up, and came around in front of the desk.

"Ok bad Becky, Bend over my desk and I'll spank you ten times and then we'll see how good you'll be."

I thought to myself...."For starters, Brad, just for starters."

I went to his desk and clearing his desk with my arms, tugged at the bow in the front of my tie top and let my breasts tumble out. Then bent over his desk. The skirt was so short my ass immediately was exposed. I reached back and pulled it the rest of the way up and stretched out putting my arms far up across his desk. 

I waited.

Whap...I jumped. Then another smack, whap on the other cheek and I jumped again. He was really smacking me hard and though crazy as it might sound, I was getting off on it. My pussy was seeping all over his desk.

Whap, whap over and over until it felt as if my ass was on fire. My god I never thought he would smack me so hard.

He stopped and asked: "Is that enough? Will little Becky to be a good little girl?"

I thought, ......if he ever knew. I twisted around and tugged my skirt down pretending to be ashamed. Damn it hurt.

"No I think I was a really bad little girl. Maybe so bad that I have to suck on your thingy."

I thought he would laugh out loud. "Mmmmm, if you're that bad what would make you be good?" He asked.

"I should make it get really big and then you make it go in and out of my little pee hole and make me happy," I gasped.

"How?" he asked. "How do you do that I mean make me get big like you need it to be."

"Let me suck him. I want to be a good girl and suck your big thing, teacher. I'll do it good, I promise."

Now we were well into our little game when he volunteered, "It's called a dick, or maybe sometimes a cock, whatever you care to call it."

I wondered, "What in the hell took him so long? Was he just teasing me?" I wanted his damn cock so much I was drooling and ready to tear his clothes off.

My little game was getting out of control. This role playing was going much too slowly to satisfy what was churning up inside me.

I dropped to my knees and tore his belt open and ripped at his fly, tearing it open I dragged his shorts and pants down to his ankles. I lifted his semi erect cock to my lips and sucked it in. Feverishly bobbing my head and working my tongue around his shaft, I had him hard in a matter of seconds.

Torn between continuing until he came in my mouth or stopping and moving on to the next thing I was hoping for, I slowly let his rigid cock slip from my lips and continued jerking his cock as I stood. Without a word, I again bent over his desk and offered him my back side.

"Give it to your naughty little girl," I begged. "She needs to be taught not to be so bad and play with herself. Teach me that its better when you do it. Make your cock fill me with your white milky stuff."

When he moved up behind me I was prepared to be taken in the ass and had put vasoline in my opening, but instead he drove his cock deep into my pussy. 

A wonderful alternative I knew, but I wanted to submit completely, and I knew that that meant letting him have my virgin ass.

He fucked the alternative, my cunt. And just about the moment I was ready to cum he drew out and moved his shaft slightly higher and pressed his slippery cock against the little tan portal.

My pussy was twitching. It simply wouldn't relax, and try as hard as I could, I couldn't relax my ass enough for him to drive in. 

I was frustrated and I suspected that he was too. Forgetting my script, playing a child, I looked back over my shoulder and pleaded. "Don't stop! Get it in! I can take it, just keep pushing harder."

Finally I forced myself to relax. Suddenly he began using his finger and worked it in. Now I just tried to loosen up and suddenly I felt my ass stretch wide. When I impulsively tried to contract, I couldn't. He had his cock just inside and that helped me to relax more. From that point on it was just a matter of Brad pushing in deeper.

There was no stinging as I had expected. I didn't really feel too much that I thought would be very exciting either. It wasn't the feeling of his cock moving in and out of my ass that excited me so much as the fact that he had his stiff cock in me. 

It was that intimacy and the thought that I had surrendered to him and it was something that his wife hadn't given him. I was better, and that thought elated me. I was tight and I felt him pummel my ass.

As he fucked it, I began to understand why so many submissive women enjoy this type of sex. I was giving myself to his pleasure and that made it wonderful.

Then slowly it changed. I listened to the soft whop, whop whopping sound as his thighs smacked against the cheeks of my ass and slowly a warm glow seemed to start somewhere deep in my body.

I drew my outstretched arm back and slid my hand between the desk and under my cunt. I trapped my clit between my splayed fingers and as he rocked me forward and backward, I began to feel the need to orgasm again.

"Brad? Please baby finish in me. I'll make it good for you. Do you hear me? I want you to cum in me and fill my ass. I like it. Brad? My god I'm going to cum."

I paused and gasped: "You too. Come with me. Do it. I'm.....Ready! Shoot in my ass Brad! Be with me now."

I began chanting: "Cum, cum, cum, cum in me. Yeah, yeah, yes, oh yesss."

I couldn't wait. His thighs beat a tattoo of smacking sounds as they slapped against my ass and he was rocking me forward, forcing my clit to keep stroking my hand. To add to the sensation, my breasts were just above the desk and my nipples were kissing the hard cold surface and they were as hard as thimbles.

The moment he moaned. "It's close. Baby it's close. Yeah, here it comes, I'm gonna spurt!" 

I felt the tremor of my own orgasm whelm up and I was with him. Riding the crest of an indescribably intense and long orgasm. We had truly mated. And I didn't want it to ever end.

That was the first of a series of fucking sessions. Some play acting, some just a daily enjoyment we shared, and occasionally, during those three days of the month that I preferred to have his cock in my ass we had a beautiful role playing session. Sometimes I was a nurse, sometimes a female police officer or perhaps a little French maid.

Then Angie found out what we were doing. And she pleaded to become a part of it. So we eventually had to let her share, but it was only during those times when we played different parts. Sisters and brother, mother daughter and daddy. Things like that. And had she ever come on to Brad, she would have been history. Eventually Marcy got to meet him and now monthly vacations are a must... for the three of us. But I'm better than any he ever had, he tells me.



The Art of Seduction



How did it happen? I'm not really sure.

I'd been happily married for nearly 27 years. I met my husband when I was 16 and he was 19.

I'm not saying that I'd never looked at other men; after all I'm only flesh and blood. But I'd never had the urge to do anything about it. The idea of being found out was enough to scare the hell out of me. Besides, who on earth would be interested in me? That said; there were a couple of occasions in the past when the opportunity may have arisen. But I turned my back on those openings.

So, what was different this time? Well, I'll try to explain.

First of all, I should probably describe myself. I'm 5' 4". I used to be around 120 pounds, but since I gave up smoking 5 years ago I've put on about a stone. As a result I've filled out a bit. However, I still walk a couple of miles a day and do a fair bit of physical exercise at the gym each week. I also help run a junior hockey team. I used to be thin, but now I have what are described as curves. I guess that nowadays I still look reasonably attractive and I'm lucky that my golden hair has retained its colour – with hardly a trace of grey.

I was approaching 46 at the time, but most people assumed that I was in my late thirties. I tend to come across as gentle and have a habit of flirting with all men (nothing sexual – just general chattiness).

Educationally speaking, my qualifications indicate that I'm a bit of a dunce. In reality, I'm an IT Manager, who gets embarrassed when I'm called a genius (which seems to happen a lot) and takes great pleasure in correcting people who ask what subject my degree is in. I have an IQ of around 140.

Bryn had an impossibly high IQ. He was accepted into MENSA at the age of 15. He was a natural blonde with green-grey/blue eyes (honest). A wicked sense of humour was very apparent. Currently 28, he'd been married for 18 months and his wife was nearly 40. He was 6' 2" and powerfully built. A genuinely tall, dark, handsome man.

He worked in a department with a lot of women, almost all of who tended to wear low cut tops. If I'd been a man I think I would sometimes find working up there very difficult. As a woman, I hardly knew where to look. Well I did, but I tried not to.

I always had a bit of a laugh and a chat with the women when I was up there and assumed that it was like this all of the time. I discovered later that it was only that way when I was around.

"We figure that you'll probably disrupt anything that we're trying to do, so we just join in," I was told by a Manager!

Meanwhile Bryn was very unhappy. The people he worked with were back-stabbers and he was bored with the work. In fact, he had applied for another job and was about to be offered the post.

It all started pretty innocently. I'd made a change to the systems to try and prevent so much SPAM mail getting through and had sent out an e-mail to everybody to advise them of what I had done. To lighten the message up a bit I concluded by telling them that the phrase came from a Monty Python sketch.

Bryn sent a cheeky reply and said that he thought it was my duty to give chapter and verse on the sketch. I sent him a link to a website with the full script, saying, "Your wish is my command."

He replied, "Ooooh! Three wishes! Can I have a Parker Pen, a Stella Artois and a Mickey Mouse pencil rubber please?"

I sent back, "Wish. Singular."

"I'll just have the Parker Pen then, please."

I sent a link to a site selling pens.

That was the start. This sort of e-mail duelling went on for some time. It was a challenge to keep up with such a witty and fast moving mind. Then, one day, in an e-mail he said, "If I asked you out for a drink at lunchtime, would you say yes?"

I answered, "Probably."

So he asked and we went out for a lunchtime drink. We did this a few times. I enjoyed his company, but I was so innocent that I didn't read the signs that he fancied me.

I suppose I was to blame; one day I asked him where he stood on the thong question (I love getting men to talk about women's underwear!). He answered that, of course, women had to wear them nowadays (meaning he liked them to – but I'd already guessed that). It led him on to the obvious return question; what did I wear?

"Guess," I told him with a cheeky grin. "What about you?"

"It's your turn to guess."

I tried boxers, slips and Y-fronts without success. Then I said, "Oh I don't know. I give up. A G-string?"

"Almost right," he replied. "I wear a thong usually."

"Go on. You're winding me up!"

"Honest. I'll prove it if you like."

"What here? Now?"

"Yep."

And with that, he shifted round in his seat slightly, untucked his shirt and tugged up the waistband of his thong and proved it. This, mind you, was in the back of a pub, so it was a touch risky, especially as we were only two minutes from the office and there could have been anyone at all witnessing it.

Like I said, I had no idea of the effect I was having on him. I should have guessed when we went back to work. As I went to get out of the lift he moved very close and showed signs of wanting to kiss me. I didn't kiss him of course, but simply smiled and walked away.

Back at our desks we started to e-mail each other again. But now, possibly due to the alcohol, both our libidos were slightly raised. The messages got steamier and steamier, but it was OK. It was still innocent fun, using double-entendres. That was, until the message arrived at 5.30pm, in which he was actually asking me to tell him (in detail) what I would like to do with him. That was when panic set in. I didn't respond and all the way home I felt sick. How had I gotten myself into this position?

I got in early the next morning. I had decided that I had to send him a message telling him that I was sorry for leading him on, but that I couldn't offer anything more than friendship as my husband meant too much to me to risk losing him.

Call me an idiot, but I wasn't sure how he was going to react, so I went straight into my boss's office and told him what had happened (just in case of any backlash). 

Callum's response was, "That's fantastic! Er. No. What I mean to say is that if it can happen to you it can happen to anyone!"

This will give you an idea of my reputation. Mrs. Clean. Mrs. Totally Honest. Mrs. Upright Citizen of the Community.

Well, actually I'd never claimed to be any of those things. It's just how other people see me. Anyway, there wasn't any fallout. Bryn apologised and said that he knew as soon as he had sent it that it was wrong. He asked if we could still be friends and I, naturally, said yes. We agreed to go out for a drink on Friday lunchtime to 'bury the hatchet', before I went away for most of the next week.

I'd been away in Europe with a lot of youngsters and was feeling a bit weary as I made my way to work the following Thursday. I'd come out of the tube station and was walking along the road, minding my own business, when I heard a commotion and saw two women fighting in a shop.

I didn't even pause to consider what I should do (I was still in protect mode) and walked straight into the shop and using an authoritative voice said, "Stop that now!"

Close up, I could see that one of the women was a shop assistant and the other a slightly scruffy, unwashed (but youngish) person, who appeared to have been caught shop-lifting. She had hold of the assistant's hair with her right hand and was probably trying to hit her with the other.

I simply put my right arm under hers and then brought my hand up behind her neck (what's known as a Half-Nelson in wrestling) and then grabbed her left wrist with my other hand. In a locked position like this she instantly released her grip on the assistant.

She felt very light, so I just turned her around to face the shop doorway. At this point I realised that I had made a very silly mistake, her friend was standing outside of the shop. Fortunately, she wasn't getting involved – but I had had my back to her!

I gave the thief a gentle shove and told her to go. She turned and gave me a bit of an ear-bashing, but was clearly too intimidated to show me any violence. I stood my ground and her friend managed to drag her away. The assistant was taken out to the back and I offered my details in case they wanted to call the police. The staff thanked me for my intervention and quite a few women who had been in the shop gave me a well done.

I relate this incident not to boast, but to explain what kind of person I am. Of course, the story soon got around the company and people were jokingly (at least I assumed so) calling me "hero".

The effect on Bryn was that here was this (he thought) handsome woman, small yet strong and the female equivalent of a knight in shining armour. Not understanding how much he fancied me already, this side of my personality merely made matters worse.

Having been away I was really busy and unable to even see him during Thursday, so we agreed to pop out for a drink at lunchtime on Friday.

We went to the pub. I bought the first round and we sat down at a table near the back and I told her about my trip and the events of the previous morning. Pretty soon it was time for another drink and he went to get the round.

I couldn't help but watch as he walked to the bar. He did so slowly, more slowly than you might expect and was giving me a good long look at his attractive backside in those tight jeans. He came back with a bottle in each hand and stood so close that his leg was touching mine (even I knew this was deliberate).

He casually put my drink down in front of me and then leant across me to put his own drink on the table. Not with his back to me mind, but facing me, so that his powerful chest was right in front of my face! Yes I know that it was all obvious and I should have heard the alarm bells ringing, but, being Mrs. Nice I'm also totally naïve.

We carried on talking and then an idea suddenly occurred to me. I whinged that I had to go home and cook a single meal tonight as my husband had gone away to visit his parents for the weekend. He asked why I didn't go out and eat in a restaurant instead.

"What? On my own? You must be joking!"

See? I can't be that nice because I'm so devious. I then looked at him and said, "Unless... how do you fancy going out for a meal this evening? My treat?"

He looked at me and leaned close to my ear and replied, "All right. But I warn you, if I go out with you tonight I will probably try to kiss you."

I must deaf to alarm bells. I said, "Okay, I understand what you are saying."

I suppose I thought that I could handle the situation when (and if) it came to it. Of course, to Bryn, this was a green light.

We went back to the office and got in the lift (we were on different floors). I went to get off and he took half a step towards me and stood real close. I know that he wanted a kiss there and then, but I told him I'd see him later and got out at my floor.

We decided to meet at a bar a little way from the office. I got there just before 6pm, He got there just after. We sat on barstools and chatted while we had a couple of drinks. It got a bit crowded, so we decided to see if we could find somewhere else (it was too early to think about eating yet).

We found a pub, went in and got a drink and then sat down at a table just next to a corner seat occupied by three older men. We had literally only just arrived when the men finished their drinks and left. So, we slid across into the corner seat.

We sat turned towards each other, so that our knees were touching. He was turned to his left which was a bit awkward as it turned out that he has a duff shoulder and can't lean on it. But the back of the seat was relatively low, so he simply laid his arm along it, behind me. I didn't miss this and assumed that it was a 'move' and commented accordingly. He tried to explain, but I'm not sure he reckoned I believed him.

Anyway, we finished our drink and went looking for a restaurant. We ended up at a nice little Italian joint that I had been to before and after asking for a table for two we were shown upstairs.

Bryn always showed a lot of nerve and as we walked past a corner table set for three, asked if we could have that, instead of the one we were being led to. The waiter considered and then agreed. We sat down at right-angles, meaning that our knees tended to touch quite often – something I was beginning to enjoy.

Once again I managed to get the subject onto women's underwear (I seem to be quite skilled at this!). We were talking about stockings and suspenders and the fact that my husband likes me to wear them a lot and that he bought me lots of matching sets of underwear (it makes it simple – if expensive – to buy me Christmas, anniversary and birthday gifts).

"What is it that men like about stockings so much?" I asked.

This gave him the opening for one of the oldest jokes I've ever heard; "The giggle band," he said.

"What's that then?" I asked (trying to keep a straight face).

This was where we stepped over the line.

He said, "Well it's that dark band at the top of the stocking," and casually indicated with his thumb and forefinger on my leg whereabouts the stocking top would be.

I was totally aware that he was stroking the upper part of my thigh, but this was just a bit of daring on my part to underline the joke. I experienced a tingling sensation between my legs and I felt my nipples push out against my bra.

I enjoyed his touch and then asked, "Why is it called the giggle band?"

"Because once you're past there, you're laughing! Boom! Boom!"

I responded with laughter. He seemed to be able to make me laugh and I liked that. The meal continued and we drank a bottle of wine with it. We ordered different desserts and offered each other a taste – actually a seemingly innocent and yet somehow slightly erotic act.

Bryn was now trying to make something happen and asked me if I'd ever had the giggle band demonstrated like that before. I told him no – nobody would ever dare.

"But I thought you usually liked a dare?"

"True," I answered. "But that's when somebody actually dares me to do something. I find it hard to resist a challenge."

"OK. So, I dare you to let me put my hand back on your leg."

"That's not fair!" I said.

But he realised that I had an absolutely clear invitation to put his hand on my leg. His whole hand this time and not just his fingertips.

"Alright," I said and he put his hand on my mid thigh (and squeezed, just a little).

"Mmmm," I purred. "Now move it lower."

So he slid his hand down to my knee and fondled it.

"Now move it back up my leg."

He began sliding it back up, but I started to get scared and stopped him as he reached the previously indicated giggle band area. Let's be honest, a hand sliding up the inside of your leg would get anybody aroused. When my hand closed on his I had a terrible job to resist moving it higher myself. I think he knew this when afterwards he asked if I would like to put my hand on his leg in return.

"OK," he told mer.

He was wearing denim as well and I stroked his leg, gradually getting higher. When I was younger, I probably would have knocked the table over to get at him, but as I've got older I've learned a little bit of self control.

I reached his crotch and squeezed gently. A combination of nerves, guilt and a considerable volume of alcohol meant that his dick stirred but did not become anywhere near fully erect. I, of course, could feel him and was enjoying what I felt.

That was as far as it went that night. We finished at the restaurant and walked together to the station. It was on the escalators, as he stood one step down and with my face on a level with his, that he tried to kiss me. Slightly taken unawares, our lips briefly touched, but then I turned my head and kissed him on the cheek instead. He tried one more time, with the same result.

The effect that this experience had on me was hard to explain. I think that it changed me, as suddenly I began to think a bit more of myself. Maybe some men find me attractive after all? I could never imagine how anybody could do so (including my husband). But it was about this time that the reactions of some men around me changed.

I can't exactly explain it, but a lot of the older men that I came into contact with began to become a bit 'touchy-feely' with me. For example; I was sorting out a problem for somebody and we were talking while I worked. I said something, slightly in jest, to engender sympathy, at which point He said, "Ah you poor thing!" and promptly put an arm around me and cuddled me.

It May not sound too bad, but remember that I was a lot shorter than him and at our relative heights, when he pulled me to him, his head was pushed into my breast. I'm not kidding, I'd never had things like this happen to me before, but suddenly it happened a lot – particularly with the breast pressing thing. I couldn't imagine that they didn't know what they were doing simply because it happened again and again – with different people!

Getting back to my story, perhaps all of this made me a little bold.

A short time later, we were e-mailing each other and arranging to go shopping in the West End at lunchtime on Friday. It was getting near the end of the day and I had said that I had to go soon. He asked if I needed any stationary, as he had to go down to the basement and get some 'yellow stickies'. I said that, alas I had to get away very promptly.

Two days afterwards, I'd been incredibly busy all of that week and, having got to Thursday; I literally hadn't seen Bryn all week. I sent him my last e-mail of the day saying that I probably should go home now. Having hit the Send button, I sat for a few seconds and then typed a new message, which read, "Unless, of course, you need any stationary, as I think I need to get myself a notepad."

He replied with, "I could always do with more yellow stickies. When are you going down?"

"Now, right this minute!" I sent.

Of course, nothing ever runs smoothly and I was cornered by my boss as I walked away from my desk. I told him I'd sort the issue when I got back. I took the lift, whereas Bryn had taken the stairs. He had entered the stores from the door at the other end and walked along looking for me. I saw him just walking past the door at this end when I got out of the lift.

"Hello," he said innocently. "What are you doing here?"

I mumbled something like, "I'm not sure".

We walked around the back of the storeroom, behind the shelves where we couldn't easily be seen.

He asked, "So why did you want to see me?"

I took a deep breath and told him that I couldn't bear the thought of going home, having not seen him for days. And with that I put my arms around him. I still couldn't bring myself to kiss him on the lips, so I kissed his cheek. And he kissed my cheek in return. And my ear. And my neck. And my bare shoulder where my top was opened.

His hands had started at my waist, sliding around onto my back and then down to my bottom. He squeezed my cheeks gently and I didn't resist or complain, so he held me closer to him.

Of course, his loins were stirring a bit and when I said, "Ooh. I can feel it!" He paused, brought his hands back to my waist and then moved them upwards, sliding around to cup my breasts and flick my nipples with his thumbs through the material of my bra and thin top. I gasped aloud. This was when I realised how sensuous my body was. By sensuous, I mean that I thrilled simply at his touch.

Friday lunchtime came and we got on the underground to Oxford Street. When we left the station it was drizzling a bit, but we actually didn't really care and walked hand in hand to the first shop we wanted to visit.

We had arranged with our respective bosses to be away for a longer than usual lunch break and, having finished our shopping quickly, were left with plenty of time to go to a pub for a drink.




The Art of Seduction



We sat on bar stools next to each other, our legs overlapping. This gave him the opportunity to stroke my legs (both the outside and inside of my thighs). We left the pub and went back to the station. When we got down on the platform it was pretty empty, but I suggested that we move along to the other end as we wanted to get off near the front.

So, there we were, on the platform with nobody else anywhere near. I was wearing a three quarter length coat, which was undone. He slipped his arms inside and pressed his body to me. My top only just overlapped the belt of my trousers and as it moved I was delighted by the feel of his touch on my flesh. He slipped his hand underneath and stroked gently. He was starting to get a bit daring and slipped a couple of fingers inside the back of my trousers, where he was able to toy with the 'T' of my thong.

"What are you up to?" I enquired.

"Don't know really." But by this time he was starting to become aroused.

"Mmm," I said. "That feels nice."

And with that she I slid my hand between us to feel the lump that was starting to bulge in his trousers.

My eyes opened wider and I said, "It feels so big!"

He chuckled and told me that it wasn't fully up yet! We got on the train and we found there was a spare stand-up seat at the end of the carriage. I made him sit on it and then positioned myself so that I could nudge my groin against his as the train rocked and rolled during its journey. Needless to say, by the time we'd gone the few stops he was rock hard and had to do his jacket up to hide his erection!

Mentally (or perhaps morally), it seemed to me that I kept coming up against a barrier. After a few collisions with this wall I broke through and then came up against the next one. On the following occasion, the original barrier was no longer there and I went straight through to the new one. Thus, my defences gradually crumbled.

We continued to have trips to the pub at lunchtimes. We would sit near the back (it wasn't a very big pub) and he would put his hand behind me, sometimes slipping a couple of fingers in to play with the back of my thong. Next time, we would sit the other way round and I would do the same with his.

Then, one day, when it was his turn to be fondled, I insisted on sitting in that place instead. He didn't mind of course. Eventually, he slipped his fingers inside my waistband.

He was a bit confused, as he couldn't locate what he was looking for. Then the light dawned and he slipped his whole hand in – I wasn't wearing any knickers at all. 

"You naughty girl! I should give you a spanking for turning me on so badly and making me as hard as rock," he whispered hoarsely.

I just smiled an 'innocent' smile.

My defences broke, finally, one evening a few weeks later. I'd told my husband that I was staying after work to watch a Champions League match with some people from work, (some people being Bryn).

We went to a pub not far from the office. It was a bit risky, because we could have been seen. We'd intended to go to a pub without a TV, but it turned out that this one had a small set anyway, but there weren't very many people in.

The match had a while before kick-off. We sat down near the window and drank and talked. I don't think we were holding hands at the time, but one of our work colleagues walked past. When I saw him he was looking down pointedly at his mobile. I had a feeling that he might have spotted us.

At this point we decided to move. We found a bench seat and sat down next to each other. This was great, because he was able to gently graze his knuckles against my leg.

I was wearing a wrap around skirt, but as a treat for him (and perhaps me) had put on stockings and suspenders underneath. This was what he could feel as he rubbed his fingers against my leg. And then it happened. He leaned towards me and kissed me softly on the lips.

I broke momentarily and then re-connected, but this time with a little more power and as he opened his mouth I slid my tongue in and started duelling with his. 

My husband never does this nor does he let me, but the sensations were fantastic. I put my arms around him and held him to me as we kissed. When our lips parted we both just looked at each other and smiled.

He slipped his hand down from my waist onto my bottom, feeling the deep suspender belt I was wearing before reaching the soft cheeks which were only clad in thin skirt material as I was sporting a thong. My whole world began to melt.

We continued kissing like this for some time, unaware that the game had started. When I glanced up I was shocked to find that the English team had just scored a goal! That deserved a celebratory kiss. We surfaced for air again a little later. Once again I looked up at the screen and they had scored again. Well, we had to celebrate once more didn't we?

After breaking off to get some more drinks, the third goal went in. The euphoria of the match combined with the drink went to our heads and, as a result, I suggested that we go back to the office at half-time.

Now I should explain that this suggestion was sexually charged. Both of us knew this. The reason; I had joked about showing him my 'workroom' downstairs from where I normally sit at my desk. The room has a security coded lock, known to only a few people (to protect the valuable equipment in there).

During our exchange of steamy e-mails in the past (and I mean really steamy – both of us had had to make a trip to the toilet for quick hand relief at times), I had related a fantasy to him.

The daydream involved my ending up in the workroom with him. He shut the door, pressed me up against the wall and kissed my neck and nibbled my ear (both actions were ones that work well on me). I then told him that he would kneel down, undo my jeans and pull them and my knickers down, before using his lips and tongue to bring me to orgasm.

That was why I had this incredible buzzing in my head – and I think Bryn did too.

We arrived back at the office together, telling the security guard that I had come back to check on a large download that I had kicked off earlier and to finish off something. Bryn was dropping off his gym bag (he had been there before meeting me at the pub – his freshly showered skin smelled gorgeous). Sounded reasonable didn't it? Except that this was 8.45pm and I had forgotten that Jack (the security guard) did his rounds at about 9pm.

So, we went up in the lift to his floor. He dropped off his bag while I held the lift and then we travelled back down to mine. We walked to my desk at the far end and I checked on the status of the download (yes, I really did have one on the go!).

As I finished, he stood by the doorway to the rear stairs that was behind my desk and said (not exactly innocently), "So, what's down here then?"

My throat was very dry and I croaked my reply, "Oh, that's my workroom down there. Would you like to see it?"

We went down the steps, through the outer door at the bottom and then I pressed the code to get in to the inner secure area. I switched on the light so that he could see what the room looked like; it was low-ceilinged (he had to be careful not to bash his head), with a grouping of tables in the middle, under and on which stood a pile of computer boxes.

I let the door shut and lock behind me.

He asked, "So what are we going to do now?" His face was smiling in anticipation.

I said, "Well I'd better just turn the light out, otherwise people might be able to see in".

The far end of the room had windows right the way across and although the blinds were drawn it may have been possible to see us in there.

I walked towards Bryn and he took me in his arms. I kissed him and held him tight. His hands slid down from my waist and began to explore my ass through the thin skirt material. He couldn't wait any longer; he had to feel the flesh itself, so he moved his hands down and slid them up under my skirt. Meanwhile, my hands were caressing his bum through his trousers.

His hands on my bottom felt absolutely fantastic. He later described it to me as 'perfect' and he meant it. He eventually left my cheeks alone and moved his hands up to my breasts. His hand slipped under my peach coloured top and I began to squeeze my breasts gently and caress the nipples to erection.

Again, he couldn't wait any longer to see and feel my flesh, so he simply pulled the bra cups up and over my breasts, allowing him to touch, squeeze and finally lick and nibble my nipples. I was beginning to feel faint.

Of course, he should have undone my bra first, as his actions were now causing me some discomfort. But I simply told him to stand back up and pulled my bra cups down over my breasts, before beginning to unbuckle the belt on his trousers.

Now, I have to be honest. The combination of booze, excitement and guilt weren't having a good effect on him. His dick, which should have been rock hard by now, was only partially aroused. Bear in mind that the anticipation during the day and our antics in the pub had been arousing him over and over again and I think that now, the reality was too much.

His trousers fell to the floor. I pulled the front of his thong out and put my hand inside. Taking hold of his dick, I bent and kissed the end, before taking it into my mouth.

I know, I know, how could a normal hot-blooded man resist this? Well, I've already explained. Anyway, I wasn't going to give up that easily, so I told him to sit on a chair and then quickly took off my top and skirt.

I stood there realising what I had just done and he said, "I can't believe you're standing here in the office, in your underwear, in front of me!"

He couldn't believe it! What about me? I must have looked absolutely brazen, standing there in white, lacy, matching bra and thong, with a deep, six strap suspender belt, which although a different brand, matched very well.

I walked over and sat astride him, allowing him to slide his hands all over me.

Then, with a very croaky, husky voice, I said, "Push your finger into me. Right in, and then let me taste your finger."

He pulled the gusset of my thong out with his index finger and then gently located my opening with his middle finger. I was already heavily lubricated and his finger slid straight in, although it felt very tight.

I could help myself from squeezing his finger. Once he had managed to push his digit all of the way in, I reached down, took hold of his hand (slipping his finger out of me) and then raised it to my mouth. I sucked the finger in deeply, tasting my pussy and I thought that my head would explode.

I had never experienced being as turned on as this before. Frankly, I was scared!

He knew that he wasn't going to be able to satisfy me in the way that I really wanted, but he felt he had to give me pleasure somehow.

So he said softly, "Would you like me to carry out your fantasy now?"

I stood up and swapped places with Bryn, so that I now sat down on the chair. 

It was at this point that we heard the outer door click shut and, between the boxes, we could see Jack trying to peer into the room. He couldn't see anything of course and he gave up and walked away. Whoops!

However, nothing was going to stop us now. He moved his head down between my legs, which I spread wide for him. He then pulled the gusset of my thong to one side, revealing my neatly trimmed bush.

He leaned forward and kissed my pussy, before opening his mouth and starting to lick with his tongue. I asked him to lick just a little higher, which he did, and my breathing started to become more rapid almost immediately. My knees started to shake.

I said, "If you keep this up you're going to make me come!"

He wasn't one to resist a challenge. So he set to with a will and used his tongue with abandon on my clitoris, occasionally allowing it to roam a little lower and dip into my vagina.

After what seemed hardly any time at all (but then again I was enjoying myself), I told him, "You're going to make me come, you dirty bugger!"

I was grabbing his hair now and I was very near orgasm.

I shouted, "Stop, stop!" and pulled his head away.

He told me afterwards that he was momentarily disappointed as he thought that I had stopped him from making me come. However, while I held his head in my hands, I continued to squirm and make noises. Afterwards, I explained that when I come, my clitoris becomes acutely sensitive, almost to the point of it being painful. He told me that he'd never heard of that before.

We got dressed quickly and agreed that we would meet outside of the building, so as to prevent anyone realising we were together. I went back to my desk and logged out of my PC, picked up my bag and then popped into the ladies' toilet to quickly dry my sopping pussy. It was no good. I had to take my panties off as they were so wet.

When I came out, Jack was standing there. He was most concerned, because he had seen me come back in, but couldn't find me when he did his rounds. I said that I'd been doing a few things around the building, so I wasn't surprised that he'd missed me. I was probably going up in the lift while he was coming down the stairs.

Then he said, "That's really weird. I just don't understand it."

We arrived back at Reception and he said, "I've lost Bryn as well, have you seen him?"

"Bryn? He went ages ago didn't he?"

My God is Jack thick!

I walked out of the door and to my surprise there was Bryn standing at the gates to the building. I'd forgotten that Jack would have locked them prior to his rounds and that he wouldn't know the combination to get out.

"Oh, here he is!" I said, in an attempted casual voice.

I unlocked the gate and let him out. He started walking down the road as Jack continued on about not understanding why he couldn't find me earlier. Eventually, I just shrugged and told him I hadn't got a clue.

I caught up to Bryn and we giggled about it all the way to the station. Well, almost all the way to the station. We decided to pop down a little alleyway into another pub for one last drink. My mistake was moving onto spirits.

Having finished our drinks in the crowded pub (where we couldn't do more than caress each other's bottoms), we left and walked on down the alley and turned right. This route would lead us back towards the station, but wasn't the most direct and, as it turned out nobody else was using it at that time.

I held back as we passed a doorway, which was poorly lit and out of sight from the main paths. I climbed up a step, so that my face was now on a level with his and we began kissing again. His hands naturally placed themselves on my hips. I guess he couldn't resist moving them around to my ass to begin stroking my cheeks again.

He pulled back a little and quickly checked up and down the alley. Having not seen anyone he slipped his hands under my skirt. I was enjoying his touch so much, that I raised my right leg so that my knee was level with his waist. It seemed the most obvious thing in the world for him to slip his hand under my leg and begin probing my pussy.

"Oh my... You've taken the off!"

I was incredibly wet and, as I told him afterwards, was ready to orgasm again. At this point, his manhood had recovered from its shyness and was raring to go, but in such a public place we both thought better of it and left for the station.

The next day I felt awful, both from mixing my drinks the night before and from the guilt of being unfaithful to my husband. I stepped through a number of barriers that night and I had to do something to stop myself. The trouble is, he had fallen in love – and so had I.

Contrary to what anybody tells you, it is possible to love more than one person at a time. I met Bryn at lunchtime the next day and we went and sat in the park. I told him that what we had done was wrong and that we had to stop. I said that although he was leaving soon (he had accepted a job elsewhere), if we carried on then the pain would only be that much greater.

He didn't want to stop and my resistance began to crumble. A few days later we went out for a drink at lunchtime again.

By now, we were texting each other all the time (I was sending sometimes as much as twenty or more in a day) and our e-mails were a lot more frequent. We were both desperate to be alone together, but it was just impossible.

But on one particular day, when I had to work late covering for my colleague, we arranged to meet in the basement storeroom again. He knew from lunchtime that I wasn't wearing any knickers (his hand had been down inside the back of my waistband again) and I was feeling very horny indeed. We kissed and cuddled out of sight behind the boxes.

He fondled my bottom and slipped a hand inside. His touch got me fired up and when he moved his hand round to the front of my trousers and undid the zip, I made only a token resistance. The zip was a very small one and he could only slip two digits in, but it was enough. He began rubbing my clitoris with his fingers, while he held onto me. I had trouble standing towards the end and when I told him to stop because I was coming; he had to use both arms to support me.

We must have been desperate to take such risks, but not long after, we met in the basement again. This time I was wearing knickers, but he unzipped me anyway and slipped his fingers in to play with my clit.

My waistband was fairly loose, so while he played with his left hand, he slipped his right hand down the back of my trousers. After stroking my cheeks for a while, he decided to slide his middle finger down the cleft of her bottom. He reached my anus and I just looked up at him open-mouthed.

I was very turned on at this point and said to him, "What are you trying to do?"

He said, "I don't know really. What would you like me to do?"

I was getting very close, which I think prompted me to reply, "You want me to tell you to stick your finger up my ass, don't you?"

He took this as an invitation and began probing. It probably only intruded as far as the first knuckle, but it sent me over the edge. Once again he needed both arms to support me. I told him that I didn't usually go in for anal stimulation, but he seemed to be able to press all of the right buttons for me.

The next time we were alone, I was determined to try and stimulate him, but he got the better of me and was able to start stroking my clit through my trousers and panties (I was amazed at how he could do that). I came again, but I think it made me even more determined than ever to do something for him.

I was looking forward to spending another evening with him when the next Champions League match was due to be played. Alas, only the day before I had to tell him that my husband had arranged for us to go out for a meal with a couple of people (both men) from his office.

I told him that I was really, really sorry and that to make up for it we could go out at lunchtime the next day and that I'd have a little treat for him.

We met some way away for the office (we had started doing this in order to avoid gossip). My surprise was that I was wearing that wrap-around skirt again, with high heels. It doesn't take much imagination to realise that I was also wearing stockings again.

He knew I was wearing them, but couldn't confirm this until later. We walked off in a different direction to normal and found a 'trendy wine bar'. There were a few people in there, but we found a quiet little corner and sat down. Opposite us – about twenty feet away – was a floor to ceiling window.

However, when walking past, with the window reflecting the strong sunlight, it wasn't very easy to see in – thank goodness! After we sat down, Bryn surreptitiously rubbed the back of his hand against my leg, feeling my suspenders. But then he realised that my stocking were a bit different.




The Art of Seduction



"Are you wearing lace tops?" he asked.

"Yes," I said and promptly pulled my skirt up my legs to reveal not only the broad lace band, but suspenders and generous amount of creamy thigh as well.

He was amazed at my daring, but nobody walking past outside seemed to notice, so he took my lead.

"Very, very nice indeed. And are you wearing knickers today?"

"That's something you'll have to find out," I answered.

I'm not sure what I expected, perhaps a hand feeling around the back of my skirt to find evidence of a thong, but that wasn't what he did. Instead he simply slid his hand up between my legs.

He discovered that I was wearing a thong and he pushed it to one side briefly to tickle my clitoris. My reaction was to gasp, before he took his hand away.

We continued talking and drinking for a while. I think that the drink and the thought of what he had just done had started to get us both horny again.

I said, "I can't believe that you just did that!"

"What? This?"

And once again his hand travelled up beneath my skirt. This time, he didn't withdraw quickly. Instead, he pushed the gusset completely aside and began to slip a finger into me.

I was, by now, quite wet and when he retrieved his hand after a while, he placed the finger in his own mouth. I excitedly took hold of his hand and sucked his finger too.

We went back to the office feeling very turned on indeed. I went to the ladies toilets and masturbated, whereas he found himself too busy to be able to get away for relief.

Bryn finished work at about 6pm, and was surprised to find that I was still in the office. I told him that I had to wait for an e-mail from an agency and that they were being really slow. I'd had to tell my husband that I would be late.

I don't know which of us suggested it, but we were both keen to meet in the basement while I was waiting. Once more he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. I guess that it had been his intention to give me pleasure in some way again, but as I had satisfied myself earlier, I had a little more self-control.

His hands were caressing my buttocks and he told me that he just had to see them. I didn't object when he dropped to his knees and turned me around a little so that he could push my skirt up and reveal 'those lovely cheeks'.

He kissed them tenderly and then tried to turn me around again, no doubt so that he could use his tongue between my legs again, but I twisted away and told him, "No."

I then pulled him up off of the floor and told him that it was my turn to do something for him. With that, I unzipped his trousers and slipped my hand inside.

I struggled to get my fingers into his underpants and asked, "How do you get into these things?"

He said, "Would you like me to get it out?"

I replied, "Yes, please."

So he did. It was rock hard and even he struggled to release his dick from his thong, but having done so, he took his hand away leaving his dick standing proud of his trousers.

"Oh my God," I said. "Look at the size of it! You have got a monster dick!"

Now, I should point out at this juncture that in Bryn's modesty he wouldn't consider himself to be remarkably well endowed. However, I would say that his cock is at the upper end of average, being about 6 ½ inches long. But it is very thick. So much so, (he told me) that he had never had a partner who could get the whole of the head into her mouth when sucking on it.

All smiles, I took hold of it and began to rub it gently but firmly.

"And what would you like me to do with it?" I asked.

"Anything you like. It's yours to do with as you please," He whispered (he wasn't capable of normal speech.

"You'd like me to give you a blowjob, wouldn't you?" I whispered back.

He was trying to be cool, act as if he wasn't about to faint from the excitement. He only lasted a few seconds, before he croaked, "Yes."

I bent down and licked around the head of his dick and then down the shaft. I then opened my mouth and tried to get the head in. He had assumed that I would not be able to, but I was up for the challenge and persevered. He watched and groaned as the helmet disappeared in to my mouth.

I think I realised just how far gone he was and didn't bob my head up and down, but continued rubbing. He was an absolute gentleman and was determined not to hold my head while I was fellating him. Instead, he put his hands on my shoulders. 

While this was going on, my mobile phone rang. I didn't answer it of course, but we both guessed that it was my husband ringing to find out where I was. 

This merely spurred us both on. As he neared orgasm, he told me that he was coming. Usually, if I give my husband oral sex, this is the point when I withdraw and finish him by hand. But instead I kept my mouth there. I was actually going to let him come in her mouth – and I couldn't wait!

I had let my husband do that once, just once, only once.

OK, so I was going to let him come in my mouth and then spit it out afterwards. That was so sexy. He started to shoot, but I didn't pull it out, I didn't spit. To Bryn's (and my) surprise I swallowed almost every drop. I say almost, because a tiny drip did escape and fall onto my top (a stain that I left there while I went out to dinner with my husband and his pals from work).

He was so overwhelmed by my actions that he picked me up off the floor and kissed me straight away, using his tongue as well. I've heard of men refusing to kiss their partner after oral sex, but he wasn't going to be a hypocrite. I was shocked by his desire to do this and told him that I found it an incredible turn-on. Not one of my (five or so) partners had ever acted in that way.

We left the office a while later after I had received my e-mail, walked to the station and kissed gently goodnight.

Not that I was counting, but this event meant that I came in a ratio of four times for his one. I think he was fairly determined to keep that ratio going. We avoided the basement for a while, on the basis that if we kept going there, sooner or later we would get caught. 

Lunchtimes saw us finding pubs off the beaten track a little way from work. We found one that had an upstairs, with a small pool table. We went up there with our drinks and sat talking for a while, until the two blokes playing pool finished and left.

Stroking my leg was a sure-fire way of heating me up and that's what Bryn started doing. Eventually his hand reached my crotch and he started to play with my clitoris through the material.

"You can't make me come in a pub!" I protested half-heartedly.

"Can't I?" he answered, but continued masturbating anyway.

I came, of course.

We managed to find ourselves in this situation a few times. The pub room had windows on two sides, one of which overlooked an office. But sitting close, me with my back to this window, he could rub me without anybody from the office seeing what was going.

One day, he got me so turned on that I told him that I wanted to taste his dick, to make him come in my mouth. Oh how I would have loved that. I could have sat him with his back to the window and, no doubt, I could have unzipped and even fondled him, but to bend my head down into his lap? An exhibitionist and voyeurs dream. Quite rightly he said no, we'd get arrested.

It seemed that quite often, if we were going to spend time together in the evening, we would also go out at lunchtime. On one occasion this happened and I (teasingly) had taken my knickers off before we went out. He found out, naturally.

Our e-mails in the afternoon were pretty hot, until just before the end of the day, when he dared me to take off my bra as well. My breasts aren't particularly large, but they tend to move about when unfettered and I hadn't gone without a support for some time. Still, I replied that I would, but as I was going out without any underwear on it would only be fair if he did too. Bryn agreed.

We met away from the office and we began walking off to find a watering hole. He asked if I had taken the dare, I opened my handbag a little to show my bra folded up inside. I asked if he had done as I had requested and taken his thong off.

He said, "Yes, but I think that we're going to have to walk a little bit more slowly from now on". 

I asked why and he told me, "Because, having just seen your underwear in your handbag and knowing that you are completely naked beneath that blouse and trousers, my dick has started stirring and as I walk its starting to rub in a most delightful way. If we aren't careful, I'm going to get a raging hard-on that I will simply not be able to hide!" 

I kind of liked the idea of this, but slowed my pace at his request. Still, the thought of seeing that weapon outlined by the material of his jeans, poking up towards the sky made my mouth dry.

We had problems finding a decent pub and ended up in a quite crowded one. However, we managed to find a couple of bar stools at the back, where we could face each other, intertwine our legs and just enjoy each others company. I wanted to get Bryn turned-on – possibly in retaliation for the number of times that he had done the same to me?

Anyway, I deliberately pulled at the top of my dark blue blouse, allowing him to gain glimpses of the valley between my partially uncovered breasts. I told him that I very rarely walked around without a bra on and had never been out of the house like it. I said that it felt fantastic, so free, and so sexy. He was able to put his hand on my side while kissing me and 'accidentally' allowed his hand to move to a position where he could feel the side of my breast with the heel of his hand.

I began to stroke Bryn's leg; his cock by now was beginning to become very hard indeed. It was stretching down his trouser leg and he had to lay my arm along his leg to hide it. I could see it clearly and whispered how well defined were the outlines – especially the head.

I moved my hand onto his knee and then began sliding it upwards. When I got to his dick, I began playing with the head using my thumb. Then I slid the rest of my hand onto the shaft and he suddenly told me to stop.

"No. Really! We have to stop now!" he hissed urgently.

He wasn't just close to coming. He was close to ripping my blouse open and sucking wildly at my tits and then...?

After calming down (which took some time), we left the pub and walked to the station. We stopped for a kiss and a cuddle and he managed to slip his hand up inside my blouse and quickly tease a nipple. Neither of us achieved release and I figured that our respective partners were going to get the benefit that evening. Bryn's did, but mine?

I should explain that my husband hadn't made love to me for about three months. He was too tied up with work and too tired when he got home. Bryn suggested that maybe he was having an affair, but I didn't think so. He simply didn't show his appreciation for me enough. He thought that taking me out for a meal three or four times a week was the way to do it.

Anyway, that evening, when we went to bed, he was rabbiting on about work as usual, while I stood there and seductively peeled off my blouse and trousers, revealing that I was naked underneath. He didn't even notice! Bastard! Naturally, was very upset and burst into tears. He did make love to me then, but I wasn't particularly satisfied with it. I couldn't even imagine it was Bryn on top of me because of the massive difference in girth (never mind being shorter).

It was time for us to make a proper evening of it and go out for another meal. As usual, we went to the pub for a drink first. The pub was quiet and having got our drinks we sat down on a bench seat and kissed and cuddled a bit. The bar lady had disappeared out the back and nobody else could see us, so we felt free to do this.

He even slipped a hand up my skirt to start arousing me with his fingertips. Eventually we decided that we should be making a move to the restaurant. I said that I had to go to the toilet first.

He whispered, "Of course you do. After all, you need to take your knickers off don't you?"

I gave a mock show of shock and asked him if he really thought I would do such a thing just because he told me to. He smiled, raised his eyebrows and nodded. He knew me so well.

We walked out and took a route that led us down a quiet alleyway. He stopped me so that we could kiss and he slipped his fingers under the waistband at the back of my skirt. Sure enough, I'd obeyed his demand and removed my thong.

We went to the same restaurant as before and, unbelievably, we pulled the same trick, getting us the three-seater table in a little niche. Once again, we sat at an angle to each other.

We had ordered the meal and wine and I was looking around. It wasn't very busy and nobody seemed to be looking in our direction, so Bryn put his hand on my knee and began to slide it up my leg. I parted them and he began playing with my wet pussy lips and clitoris. Fortunately, he had just taken his hand away when the waiter arrived!

We ate our meal and then ordered desserts. When they came, we delighted in offering a mouthful to each other (and finding out what each others mouths tasted like afterwards). By now the restaurant was pretty well deserted. There was one other couple in a niche some distance away from us, but unless they stood up they couldn't see us and we couldn't see them. I've often wondered what they were up to.

Left all alone like this, Bryn simply had to move his hand back up my skirt. I was more than ready for him to do so and spread my legs wide. My pussy lips were puffy and my vagina was open and very, very lubricated. He slid his finger right in until it could go no further. Removing it again, he slowly and deliberately brought it to his mouth and slipped it in, tasting my juices on his digit.

I was leaning very close to him hoping that he would realise that I wanted to taste as well. He let her have his finger, but there wasn't much juice left, so I pushed my own hand between my legs (the skirt rode up, pushed by my wrist) and Bryn watched, fascinated, as I slid a finger into myself and then brought it up to my mouth.

The taste and feel of my finger sliding over my soft, warm lips and onto my tongue was incredibly erotic. I was turned on, he was turned on. We didn't know what to do. I slid onto his lap, balancing my legs mid thigh on his. He pulled my skirt from underneath me and was then able play with me from behind. I'm sure that if he'd told me that he wanted to fuck me, right there, right then, I would have lain back on the seat with my legs wide and pulled him to me.

I really have no idea how we stopped ourselves from going further. I think we decided that if he had tried to masturbate me, I would probably have been unable to stop myself from making a lot of noise.

Before we left the restaurant I paid a visit to the toilets. I'm not lying when I say that I just had to apply pressure with my fingers to my clit and pussy lips and I came.

We left the building. We didn't head for the station, but walked off in a different direction, looking for darkened streets. If I'm honest, I guess we were looking for somewhere that we could be alone. Where we could... do whatever we wanted.

We stopped at a gateway that was partially in shade from the few streetlights. He pressed me against the wall as he kissed me. His hand rose up the back of my skirt and then squeezed the flesh of my buttock. But then we were disturbed when somebody walked around the corner – a Traffic Warden no less, at that time of night!

We walked on through unfamiliar streets, until Bryn spotted a ramp leading down in front of a building, parallel with the road. It was dark and out of the light from the streetlamps. (It was only in daylight that you could see the security cameras!).

Bryn wanted to go down on me and pulled my skirt up to reveal my bush, but I turned him round so the he was against the wall and begun unzipping him. Once again, he was very hard and he had to ease it out of his pants for me, but he left it inside his trousers (a precaution - we could hear voices close by). I started to rub his cock with long, firm strokes.

It was never going to take very long, but my idea was to rub him almost to orgasm and then quickly take him in my mouth just before he came.

He whispered, "I'm going to come!"

But I got carried away and kept rubbing! It was too late. He pushed his hand into his trousers in order to get hid pumping cock back into his underpants in order to soak up the mess, but he was firing like a machine gun. His come had soaked through the front of his trousers and even stained the front of my skirt.

We rearranged our clothing and with a smile he chided me, "For future reference. When I say that I'm going to come, I don't mean that I'm going to come at some point in the near future. I mean that I am coming now, right this second!"

Street sex has a great element of danger and if you remain undiscovered and undisturbed it can be immensely satisfying and rewarding. But there are very few private places that you can find when you really need them.

A few weeks later we managed to get out for an evening together again. We decided against drinking too much and went to a restaurant fairly early in the evening. We sat opposite each other and behaved impeccably. We had a lovely meal accompanied by a very nice bottle of Pino Grigio. We came out and walked around Covent Garden hand-in-hand. We had no idea where we were headed.

We really wanted to find somewhere that we could just relax and kiss, but we didn't want to go into a pub and all of the streets were well lit. We turned down a pedestrianised road and stopped against a wall to kiss. But there were still too many people walking past, most of which were turning down an alleyway close to where we stood.

So we continued walking. As we did so, I realised that there was a corner of a building up ahead of us that was in deep shadow. I led Bryn by the hand over to this little niche. He put me against the wall and kissed me. Then he tried to move his hand onto the front of my trousers.

I told him firmly, "No!" and turned him round so that his back was now against the wall. We kissed for quite a while, until I stopped and looked back over my shoulder. I couldn't see anyone and so, looking straight at him with a grin, I put my hands on his trousers and unzipped his flies.

He did his usual trick of extracting this solid piece of flesh from his underpants for me. I didn't want to rub it inside his trousers, I wanted to see it. So I pulled it out into the open air, where I was able to look down at it see just how shiny the head was – a sign that it was at its maximum hardness and then some.

I began masturbating him and kissing him on the mouth at the same time. I think he was nervously keeping his eyes open for innocent passers-by, but nobody seemed to want to come down this way (thank goodness).

I looked up at him with and spoke in a voice and with words that should have told him just how horny I was feeling.

"I want to taste you. I want to taste your dick. I want to put it in my mouth and taste your come."

I think I was expecting him to say something like, "Good God. Not here!" but instead he saw that there was nobody down the street, so he said, "Go on then, but just for a bit."

I was thinking that we had better not risk doing this for long. I looked over my shoulder and then leaned around the corner and looked the other way and, seeing nobody, knelt down and took his dick into my mouth. I worked very rapidly, all concerns about getting caught being pushed to one side.

Just a few more seconds and I brought him to orgasm. Afterwards, I stood up and received the French kiss that I expected (I deliberately left a bit of semen on my tongue).

The trouble was, I hadn't put my toys away and he'd only just got zipped up, when somebody walked past going in the other direction. Phew!




The Art of Seduction



We walked to the station once more. It was still early and we didn't want to say goodbye, so we walked round into the streets at the back of the station. We found a doorway, where we began kissing. People walked past every now and again, but they seemed to just ignore us.

Finally, as we held each other very close, I allowed him to unzip me. But it was the pair of trousers that he could only just get two fingers into and I made it clear that I wanted to feel his finger inside me. To his shock, I quickly undid my trousers completely, allowing his hand free access to slip into my panties from the top. I told him then to finger-fuck me.

So, he slid his middle finger all the way in, withdrew it almost all of the way out and then plunged it back in again. He began using his digit to fuck me, pausing sometimes for a few seconds as people walked past.

I could feel I was getting very close and gasped, "Just rub my clit now".

He took his finger out of my pussy and rubbed my clitoris very quickly. I managed to say one word, "Stop" and then came.

It was a mind-blowing orgasm. I was unable to stand unaided and I'm sure that the noises I was making would have given the game away if anyone had walked past at that point.

Even now we weren't entirely finished – I had my hand back inside his trousers after a while.

Actually, looking back, I'm surprised that we didn't try and fuck at some stage that evening – we got pretty close. It was after that night that Bryn started talking about hotel rooms. I'd said that in London they would cost an arm and a leg. As it turned out, I was wrong.

We discovered that a particular website gave details of bargain priced hotels (decent ones) and that we could easily afford one for a night if we split the cost. To my shame, I lied to my husband when I told him that I had to attend an evening website seminar. I left it a few days and then told him that I hadn't realised how late it finished and that I was going to have to stay in a hotel overnight. What a bitch eh?

I left work that particular evening at 5pm. I walked in the direction of the hotel and then detoured to find a little off-licence where I could buy some cold bottles of beer to take to the hotel. I still wasn't sure if Bryn was going to go through with this. It had been his idea and I had made the booking, but I told him that either one of us could pull out at any point.

I saw him as he walked down the street. He looked more handsome than ever to me. He carried both of our bags to the hotel, where I booked us in. We made our way up to the room, opened the door, dropped the bags and watched the door close behind us.

Finally, we were alone. Finally, there was no risk of being interrupted. I don't think that either of us had thought about what would happen now. Bryn walked to the window and looked out. I stood watching him and, as he turned round, I held out my arms for him. It was such a tender moment, as he walked into my arms and we hugged and kissed.

We broke apart and opened a couple of beers. Sitting on the bed, we decided to undress each other slowly, one item at a time, in turn. When I eventually removed his trousers, he was left standing in his white thong. I had seen him in one before, but never like this, without any other clothes on.

He sat back down on the bed and surprised me by taking my chin in his left hand and kissing me, while his right hand unfastened her bra (a technique he'd apparently learned as a teenager). He removed the straps from my shoulders and took my bra off. For the first time he saw my breasts properly. Free, unfettered and hard -nippled.

He stood so that I could remove his underpants. A little "Oh!" escaped from my lips as his dick tumbled out of them.

He then took his turn to remove my panties. The sexual tension was incredible. Once we were both naked, I wanted to rush into it and quickly grabbed a condom from the bedside cabinet (I'd got them out earlier). I ripped the pack open and then started trying to put it on him.

I have to say, I'm not a fan of condoms and my husband and I never use them (I'm very regular and know precisely when I'm safe and when I'm not. And when it isn't safe I either wank or suck him). So, I hadn't had much experience putting them on a man.

The fumbling and tension of the moment meant that he lost his hard-on and wasn't going to be able to perform. I wasn't at all worried by this and told him not to fret and that we'd have a shower and go out for a meal. So, he got in under the jets of water, while I got ready to get in!

He'd almost finished when I stepped in behind him (there was enough room). I then insisted on soaping him down, paying particular attention to his most sensitive areas.

When I was finished, he turned and started doing the same with me. He began with my back, spending a lot of time rubbing the soap between my cheeks. I enjoyed this almost as much as the attention he gave to my front.

After washing the soap off, he knelt down in front of me and began using his tongue on my pussy and clit. I was enjoying this so much that I didn't want it to end. The feel of his mouth, coupled with the sensations of the water streams caressing my skin was almost indescribable.

We dried each other and then went back into the bedroom, where he told me to lay down on my front. He began kissing the nape of my neck, my shoulders, and shoulder blades, along my arms and back and then continued downwards.

When he reached my ass, I opened my legs a little, but he resisted the temptation and continued on down to my feet. He kissed my heels, the balls of my feet and each of the pads next to them. Then he kissed the underside of each of my toes. Finally, he slipped my big toe into his mouth and sucked on it.

I had never experienced this before and told him that I thought it must feel like when I sucked on his dick. I then told me to turn over and lay on my back. He moved back up the bed and began kissing me on the mouth, forehead, temples, eyes, nose, cheek bones, cheeks, and chin.

He continued kissing, moving down my body. When he reached my breasts he deliberately avoided touching the nipples at first, circling around instead. Then he gently kissed them, licked them, took them in my mouth and sucked them, he even gently bit them sending sparks to my brain.

He moved on downwards, kissing my whole body, delving his tongue into my navel. When he reached my pubic hair, I parted my legs. I longed for his mouth to touch me there, but again he avoided the temptation and went straight down to my feet. He sucked my big toes again and then gradually worked his way up my feet and legs.

I gradually spread my legs as he ascended and knelt between them. He reached the apex of my thighs and began circling around, before finally, gently kissing my pussy and clitoris. I thought I was going to pass out.

He sat up and asked me, "Would you like me to make you come now?"

"Ohh! Yes please!" I replied.

And so he did. I just lay there while he sucked, licked and nibbled. I don't know just how far he managed to push his tongue up into my vagina, but it felt a long, long way. When I finally came, he lay down beside me and kissed me on the mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips. It was, I think, another very beautiful orgasm.

After a brief recovery, I wanted to repay Bryn and give him a blowjob. I moved onto his left side and knelt on the bed, before bending my head down and taking him in my mouth. I was amazed at just how much I managed to get in and out of the corner of my eye I saw him watching me adoringly, as I fellated him.

He knew that he couldn't touch my clit for a while as it would still be tender after my orgasm, but with my bottom raised in such a way as it was, he thought that I might like him to play with my vagina. I was delighted when he slipped his thumb in from behind.

It hadn't occurred to me, but in this position, as he pushed his thumb in to its full extent, the tip bent downwards. I stopped sucking his cock as a shiver hit me and sat up a little. I was certainly getting a lot of pleasure out of that thumb! I didn't even know that she had a G-spot before!

While he continued using his digit, I bent down again and started really fucking his cock with my mouth. It was an amazing feeling and it wasn't very long before I could feel the explosive pulses surging up into my mouth. Once again I swallowed every single drop.

We got dressed and went out for a meal. It was nice. We didn't have the problem of wondering what we would do afterwards; after all we had the whole night together. We left the restaurant with the intention of going for a walk around. This lasted for about five minutes, before we recognised our need and headed back for the hotel.

It wasn't a mad sex orgy. In fact Bryn only brought me to orgasm once more that night. Instead it was a tender, romantic time together.

The time was drawing near when he would be leaving the Company, having been forced to serve his three months notice. It turned out that we had one more opportunity to spend the night together. It was a Tuesday after a bank holiday weekend and my husband was away visiting relations. He had made an excuse that he was staying with friends.

I'd managed to book a room in a very classy 4* hotel at an incredibly cheap price and we'd agreed to meet outside the station and travel together (the hotel was in Docklands).

I was standing waiting for him and knew that he wouldn't be late, but when he walked around the corner he was accompanied by the man who was taking over her job (he'd just started that day). I know Sam saw me standing there and as Bryn didn't go into the station with him, I've often wondered what he made of it.

Anyway, we travelled to the hotel, booked in and made our way to our room. I was wearing the stockings again and he said that I looked fabulous. I took off my shoes and stood up on the shelf in front of the floor to ceiling window. He was a bit nervous of this and put his arms around me. Not my waist mind, but somewhere around mid thigh.

I turned round to face him and (I don't know why) he just picked me up. He turned and walked to the bed, intending to stand my on it. However, the bed was a few inches lower, so when he let go I went sprawling.

"That's it," I said with a grin on my face. "Just throw me on the bed!"

My skirt had flown up and I was showing of my lovely nylon-clad legs, lace tops, suspenders and sexy lace thong.

We had discussed our trip beforehand and I had told Bryn that I didn't expect anything special and that I was just happy to be with him. I didn't think that it could be as good as the last time. He was determined to prove me wrong.

He had decided that our foreplay was very definitely an important part of the night and he brought a pack of playing cards with him. OK, so it doesn't sound good, but these were ones with naked men on them. They made me giggle and encouraged both of us to relax as we played strip whist (is it my fault I can't play poker?).

It was a very simple game; deal seven cards each, turn the next one over to reveal the trump suit and then try to win more tricks than your opponent. Whoever won the round gets to remove an item of clothing from their opponent.

It started well (from his point of view) and he quickly had me down to my underwear (bra, thong, suspenders and stockings), but then he hit a losing streak. 

No! Honestly! I had him stripped down to his thong only. He was, by now, beginning to 'harden to the challenge'. When I lost the next round I was expecting to lose my bra.

We both stood up and he walked around the bed to me. It seemed an opportune moment to steal a lingering kiss, while his right hand stole around my back and unclasped my bra (he was 14 when he learned that trick, he told me).

He finished kissing me and removed the bra. He was unable to resist taking my breasts in his hands, caressing them and rubbing the nipples with his thumbs. He bent over and took each of them into his mouth in turn.

He stood back up and groaning said, "Fuck the cards!"

I got the message straight away and began removing the rest of my underwear. He, meanwhile, whipped off his thong, lay on the bed and slid a condom onto his throbbing dick.

Naked now, I said, "How do you want me?"

He replied, "You once said something about sitting astride me?"

And so I climbed over his legs and straddled him, taking hold of his cock. It was so wide that I couldn't get my hand all around it. I spread some KY onto the head and then I tried to ease it into my pussy, but it wouldn't go at first. I was a bit concerned that he might lose his 'ardour' with the excitement, but he didn't and after pressing down on the head with a bit more force, I suddenly felt the end push its way in.

It felt incredibly tight, but I was determined and kept pushing down onto it a little more each time. It took a while, but eventually his entire length was inside me.

"Ohhhh! That's fantastic! You're filling me up completely!" I moaned in pleasure.

I was happy just sit astride him leaning backwards (I guess that his dick was applying pressure to my recently discovered G-spot). He apologised for giggling at this point and explained that my face was an absolute picture.

Not sure what to do next while I was in seventh heaven, he reached down and began rubbing my clitoris. This was precisely the right thing to do. I rocked backwards and forwards very slightly as he did this. My orgasm arrived and I felt the spasms gripping at his dick as I came.

Once I had come back down, I eased myself off of his tool and whipped the condom off. I ran into the bathroom and grabbed hold of a flannel, before coming back and washing his dick for him. I really had gotten a taste for his cock and I wanted to take all the pleasure I could – because Bryn seemed to enjoy just giving all the time.

I then proceeded to give him the most leisurely and enjoyable blowjob he has ever had. What's more, I was determined to get him as deep into my throat as I could. I was amazed to see more than half of his cock disappearing past my lips. I gagged a little once or twice, but carried on until he ejaculated.

Having drunk everything he had to offer, I continued to lick around the head for a little while longer.

Afterwards we had a shower (separately, this one wasn't quite as big). We didn't have to find a restaurant as there was one in the hotel, so we weren't in any particular rush. This meant that once we were dried, we lay back down on the bed and he repeated his kissing routine, (although this time he concentrated on the front only and very quickly got to my pussy).

It had been nearly half an hour since I had my first orgasm and I hoped that my clit had recovered. It seems that it had, as I was able to bring me to yet another climax using his teeth, tongue and lips.

We were quite hungry by now and went and got something to eat. Afterwards, we went into the lounge and looked at the Docklands scenery. There was no rush and we took our time going back up to the room. The lift was empty when we got in and, naturally, we had a bit of fun in there.

Back at the room, we got undressed and climbed back onto the bed. I can't recall how it came about, but we decided to experiment a little and ended up cuddling each other, while slipping a finger up each others asses. For my part, my finger was beginning to slip in and out, simulating fucking. Bryn had got his digit quite deep and it was having an effect on me.

This scared me a little I had never anal sex and on the one occasion that I had agreed to try it with a partner, I had called a halt very quickly. It's no wonder I was nervous. The idea of his very thick member trying to force its way up that particular passage is eye-watering.

We washed our hands and cuddled. When it was time to go to sleep, he very thoughtfully assisted with my relaxation, by masturbating me. My orgasm woke me up again and I started to suck on him once more.

Having come earlier, he wasn't about to explode too soon. It was hard all right, but was always going to take longer to come the second time. Eventually, he told me that my teeth rubbing against the rim of his helmet were starting to make it sore.

I apologised, understood and asked what he wanted to do. So, he sat astride me and showed me how he wanks. The idea was to come over my breasts – something I'd never experienced before. At one point he squeezed his cock between my breasts, but as he neared he straightened his legs and looked down at me.

Of course, when he shot his load it went everywhere; breasts, neck, cheek. And I loved it! Like a gentleman, he used tissue to clean me up. We were both pretty tired now and went to sleep in each other's arms.

We awoke early the next morning. I told him that he had been snoring.

He said, "Sorry" but I told him that it was gentle and nice. We began kissing again and he gently rubbed my pussy until I was aroused again, and then slowly masturbated me while we kissed. Four orgasms in one night was beyond my wildest dreams.

When it was time to get up, I went and had a shower first, and then Bryn had his. By the time he had showered, shaved and dressed, I was just finishing my make-up. I was going to wear trousers that day, so I was just wearing bra and pants. I was standing, preparing myself in the mirror.

He walked up behind me and put his arms around me. I will never forget the image that I saw reflected. It still brings a lump to my throat. I turned round and then laid me down on the bed to start kissing me again.

When he stopped, I said, "Have you finished? Can I get dressed now?"

He said, "Ummm. Well, there was just one thing."

He turned his body and nuzzled the front of my thong, before pulling it to one side and starting to use his tongue again.

Well, time was running out. Bryn was leaving the company in two days time. We went out for a quick drink on the evening that he left. I wasn't expecting anything more than a drink and a kiss goodbye. We went into a pub that I hadn't been in much before.

It was very crowded and I wasn't looking forward to it very much. But, as luck would have it, this one had little alcoves and the last of these had a couple of stools that weren't taken.

Then, having sat down, the two people on the other side of the alcove got up and left. We put our bags on those stools and thus kept the area to ourselves. It was very noisy in the pub and we had to lean close to each other to be heard. It was an invitation to kiss every now and then. More importantly, because other people could only see our heads, we were able to caress each other.

He masturbated me to orgasm once again and I had my hand inside his trousers and was stroking him to climax, but we had to stop because the barlady was coming round collecting glasses. I have no idea where we went after the pub. It was still daylight, being June, but somehow we found somewhere that I could finish him off.

Once Bryn started his new job, he was very busy and it was difficult to meet in the evenings. In fact we only managed it twice. The first time we met outside her office and ended up in an alleyway, giving each other a mutual wank. The second was an evening out in Piccadilly, where we had a meal. Unbelievably, we found it impossible in the Soho area to find a quiet spot.

I met Bryn once more, for half an hour during lunch. It was shortly after that he e-mailed me to say that he had started feeling incredibly guilty and that he could no longer do this to his partner.

I guess I knew it was coming. I'd tried to finish before we started, but I simply couldn't. It needed both of us to want to stop. I still love Bryn. I still miss him. We haven't seen or spoken to each other for over a year now. Perhaps we never will.

Mind you, sex at home has never been better! My experimentation with Bryn was the spur to encouraging my husband to participate more. He really got into the swing of it and I'm feeling much more fulfilled nowadays.



The Art of Seduction



I have been a very lucky man: my parents could afford to send me through college and school-work came easy for me; fresh out of college I landed a prestigious and lucrative position in a major law office; when my father passed-away I inherited the family business; with little effort I built the business up to the point where a competitor bought me out and I made a huge profit; I took that money and made a killing on the stock market and was able to retire at the ripe old age of forty.

I've been lucky in love, too. For the longest time I concentrated on school and then work. I didn't allow myself the luxury of personal relationships. I knew early on that I was gay, and would socialize at clubs, and inevitably go home at closing time with the prettiest boy in the club.

My mother recently passed-away (no, that was not lucky) and I moved into her house until I decided what I wanted to do with it. It was a small two-bedroom with a nice screened-in porch. I loved watching the world go by inside that porch.

One day I was sipping a glass of wine on the porch while watching a new boy move into the house next to me. The house was a four-plex, and he was renting the downstairs apartment immediately next to my house.

He was a young and pretty thing and I decided then and there that I would seduce him--just looking at him gave me an erection. I had turned fifty the day before and this boy would make a nice birthday present.

On the pretext of going to see the owners of the house, Floyd and Lavita, I casually introduced myself to the boy. We chatted and I invited him over for a beer when he was finished.

His eyes lit up at the mention of beer, I guessed he wasn't old enough to legally drink. Floyd invited me inside when he opened his door.

"So what's the new kid's story?" I asked.

A wry smile came over Floyd's face. "You never let the cute ones get by your radar, do you? You know," he continued, "it took me three months to rent out that apartment—and now you want to take him from me?"

I laughed. "You rich old bastard, you don't need the money...besides, you said yourself you think he's cute."

"He sure is a pretty boy, but I don't think you can turn him like you did the last one," he said.

Floyd was referring to Billy, a previous tenet of his who I seduced and is now my part-time boy-toy.

"Maybe I can't, but what if I do turn him? Wouldn't you like a piece of the action?" I asked.

A glazed look came over Floyd's face. "Yeah...I really would like a crack at him..."

"I'll give you the same deal we had the last time," I told him.

Floyd smiled and shook his head, "Okay-okay...if you can get that boy to kneel between our legs it would be worth losing another tenet."

Floyd made a copy of the boy's apartment application and questionnaire and gave them to me.

"Happy hunting," he said as I left.

"That's half the fun," I smiled.

I held the door open for the boy as he struggled with a large box.

"Looks like you're building up a powerful thirst..." I said as I noticed the sheen of perspiration covering his exposed flesh. "I've got the coldest beer in town."

He smiled. "That'll be great, Mister Jones—I'm almost done—maybe I should take a shower before I come over?"

"No—don't bother—a little sweat never hurt anyone."

I went home, poured a glass of wine, filled an ice bucket with three bottles of beer and ice then sat on the porch reading the papers Floyd had given me.

'John' was from a large northern city and moved here to attend college. He went to school for only one semester then it appeared he took a job at a grocery store. He didn't have any local references. On the application he listed his folks, a brother, a sister and four friends--all of them living a thousand miles away from here.

Oh my—the possibilities for this boy excited me. My cock became semi-erect in my shorts. I found myself hoping that I found 'Johnny' interesting enough to make him my live-in boy.

I studied him as he approached my house. I guessed him to be 5'7", and 140 pounds; light brown hair and a slender frame. When we shook hands earlier, I noticed he was rather small-boned—my hand dwarfed his. He had delicate features.

He knocked on my screen door—the screen prevented anyone from seeing inside the porch.

"Come in," I said.

I opened a beer for him and he sat in the chair across from the loveseat where I was sitting.

"So Johnny—do you prefer 'John' or 'Johnny'?" I asked.

"Well, I guess I prefer 'John', " he said.

"Would you mind if I called you 'Johnny'?" 

"Ah...well...no—I guess not."

"What do you do? Do you work?...go to school?...or are you independently wealthy?"

He laughed—he had a beautiful smile and laugh.

"No, ah, I work at Pantry Pride—I stock the shelves."

"Sounds like a good job."

"Well...it doesn't pay much...not like the grocery stores back home."

"Where are you from?" I asked. He told me. "You were probably in a union up there—we're a right-to-work state—if you don't have a college degree I'm afraid you won't find a good paying job here. Ever thought about going back to school?"

He shifted uneasily in his chair. "Well, actually...I moved here to go to school—I lasted one semester---then I had to find a job."

"I don't mean to be nosey, but what happened? Why did you quit school?"

He blushed. "Well...they kicked me out of the dormitory for drinking...I couldn't afford a place of my own and my folks wouldn't help me out—they said I needed to learn a lesson...I had to quit school when I got this job."

He finished the beer quickly so I opened him another. Everyone has at least one major character flaw—something that grounds them in reality—something that stops them from being over-confident and cocky about life. His was obviously alcohol. 

I found his honesty very refreshing. I liked him.

"Do you have any hobbies?" I asked him. "What do you like to do when you're not working?"

"I'm always on the internet at home...I like to read a lot of different websites—usually political stuff."

I mentioned websites I liked and he perked-up—we had similar interests and views. Midway through his second beer I noticed his eyes getting watery, and he was becoming excitable. 

A cheap date, I mused.

He was relaxed and talking freely. We made each other laugh. He was a smart boy with an open personality but he definitely had a drinking problem. When he finished his third beer I asked him if he wanted another or maybe a glass of wine.

"Well...ah, actually I've never had wine...."

"There's a first time for everything—would you like to try a glass?"

"Sure...why not?"

I had him follow me to the kitchen—he was a little unsteady on his feet. He made a joke about how clumsy he was. I poured him a glass of sauvignon blanc and refilled mine. We sat on the couch in the living room. I decided it was time to ask him about his sex life.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Ah...no...not right now...."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"Well, yeah-sure...of course...."

He appeared to be uncomfortable with this conversation.

"Are you a virgin?"

His face flushed beet-red. "No-no-no—I've had sex."

He took two large swallows of wine then continued.

"You know...I kinda have a hard time meeting girls...I don't know what to say to them...I don't know what they want."

"Hmmm, who does? Maybe you're gay," I said, wanting to see his reaction.

"Oh no—no I'm not gay—I like girls."

"Have you ever been naked with another boy—or a man?"

His face remained red. "God no, Mister Jones—I could never do that."

It was time to change the subject. I asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner.

"I have a couple steaks and baked potatoes—are you interested?"

"Yeah, sure—I'm getting hungry."

"Me, too," I said. "C'mon, let's go out back and fire-up the grill."

When we went through the kitchen I refilled his glass. 

It was during dinner when I told Johnny I was gay. He tried hard not to be shocked, but his demeanor changed immediately.

"I don't have a problem with that," he said. "I think whatever anyone does in private is their own business."

I smiled at him, and said, "Well, of course I agree...as a matter-of-fact—I find you very attractive."

He blushed again and I changed the subject.

While Johnny was clearing the table and loading the dish washer I called Billy and told him to come over in an hour.

I refilled our glasses and we sat on the porch again. 

"Johnny, I won't bite you if you sit next to me—it's a better view from here."

He reluctantly sat beside me on the loveseat.

"The grass is growing fast—seems like I just mowed it."

"It is kinda long."

"Hey," I said, "want to earn forty bucks? I'll pay you forty dollars to cut my grass—I've got a riding mower and it would only take about a half hour to do the whole yard."

"That's a lot of money for a half-hours-worth of work, Mister Jones" he answered.

"Johnny, I can afford it—I just don't want to do it myself. Interested?"

"Yeah—sure."

"How about tomorrow morning? When do you have to go back to work?"

"Not til three in the afternoon—yeah, I'll cut it in the morning—thanks."

We watched as Billy walked up to the door. He knocked twice then walked inside. 

"Johnny—this is Billy."

They shook hands then Billy leaned over in front of me and planted a long kiss on my lips. Johnny pretended not to look, but I saw him watching us out of the corner of his eye.

"I'll be right back," Billy said and disappeared into the house.

"C'mon—let's go back inside," I said to Johnny.

Not long after we settled on the couch Billy joined us in the living room. He was naked except for a brown leather jockstrap. He twirled around so we could see the thin strip of leather between his bottom-cheeks. Then he sat on my lap and I pulled him to me and we kissed again.

Johnny's face was flushed, but he didn't say a word. He watched us. Billy reached down and caressed the unmistakable bulge in my pants. Billy slowly worked my zipper down and reached inside my slacks and found my erection and stroked it. Johnny's eyes were wide open. His breath caught in his throat.

Finally he said, "Ah, I, ah...I guess I better get going...."

"See you in the morning?" I called after him.

"Yeah-yeah—how's eight-o'clock?" he asked.

"Fine—just fine," I said and we watched him hurry out the door.

I gave Billy a kiss. "Good boy," I said.

Johnny knocked on my door at eight-o'clock sharp the next morning. I answered the door wearing only boxer shorts. He was wearing blue-jeans and a tee shirt. I invited him inside. He tried hard not to look at my shorts.

"Johnny, you can't work out doors in this heat like that—the humidity will kill you. Wait here."

I retrieved Billy's old gym shorts and gave them to Johnny. He protested.

"Johnny, trust me—you'll ruin your clothes with all your sweat. Go in the bathroom and put these on."

He slowly went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. When he emerged wearing the shorts, he still had on his tee shirt.

"Johnny—take that off—you'll stain it—you're not accustomed to this kind of heat."

He pulled it over his head and gave it to me. 

"That's better—c'mon—I'll show you where everything is."

When I walked behind him I had trouble controlling myself. He was one hot and sexy boy; covered only by the tiny gym shorts. My cock grew stiff in my boxers. I don't think he noticed.

I showed him what needed to be done and left him alone.

When I knew he was finished I stood in the doorway to one of the bedrooms about thirty feet from the front door. I had Billy on his knees sucking my cock. To Johnny, it would appear we were trying to be discreet, but he would still be able to see us.

Johnny came inside without knocking. I was sure that coming in from the glaring sunlight Johnny wouldn't be able to focus his eyes right away. He stood in the doorway of the porch and I watched his face tighten in disbelief as he saw us. I acted as though I didn't see him.

He stood watching us as Billy sucked my cock and stroked my shaft. His other hand massaged my balls. Billy brought me to the verge of climax before Johnny came through the door. We tried to time it so Johnny would see me shoot my load into Billy's mouth. Billy had assisted me in seducing other boys in the past.

It took longer than I'd planned, but much to my delight Johnny stood motionless watching us the whole time. Billy has a wonderful mouth so I closed my eyes—a smile on my lips. Suddenly I felt the familiar explosion in my balls.

"I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING-I'M-CUMMING...." I shouted as Billy swallowed my load. 

Johnny didn't leave until my deflated penis slipped from Billy's cum-slicked lips.

I patted Billy on the head and said, "Good boy."

I allowed a decent interval of time to elapse before I knocked on Johnny's apartment door. It took a while for him to answer. When the door finally opened his breathing was irregular and he was slightly disheveled. I knew what he'd been doing and it secretly thrilled me.

"Johnny, you forgot to get your money," I said as I handed him two twenty-dollar bills.

"Oh, ah...thank you, Mister Jones," he mumbled.

When he reached for the money I took the opportunity to casually step around him and strolled a few feet into his living room. Having been in the apartment before, I knew the layout. His bedroom was through the open door on the right. 

I smiled to myself when I saw the fresh stain on his bed sheet.

"Johnny, have you been masturbating?"

The look of horror in his eyes was priceless.

I continued, "Oh my God, did you see me and Billy in the foyer? I'm so-so sorry—I thought you were still working outside..."

"I, ah, no...I mean—ah...." he stammered, unable to complete a sentence.

I smiled and spoke calmly trying to reassure him everything was alright.

"We didn't intend for you to see that, but you know, in our world that was just a simple act of one person giving pleasure to another—perfectly normal—I apologize if it upset you."

He had regained his composure. "No, ah...that's okay—I'm not a prude, or anything...."

I smiled and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Good—I really hope you and I can be friends—can we be friends?"

"Yeah, sure, of course, Mister Jones...." He relaxed and smiled.

Later in the day I went to the grocery store where Johnny worked and found him unloading boxes in the cereal aisle.

"A good, hard-working man, I see."

His face flushed when he saw me but he was amiable and stopped to talk with me.

"Did you like the wine from last night?" I asked him. "Those were the last two bottles and if you liked it—I'll buy some more."

"Well, yeah...I did like it."

"If I get more, will you help me drink it?"

He smiled. "Oh yeah—I'll always help out with that, Mister Jones."

"Alright," I said, "I'm going to buy a case of it and you can start helping me with it tonight after work, okay?"

"Oh...sure, okay...It won't be too late? I won't be home til midnight."

"No-no that's fine—I'll take a nap so I can keep up with you."

He laughed.

"Oh, Johnny, you may as well start wearing those shorts, okay? We're getting into the hottest and stickiest time of year and you might as well be comfortable, okay?"

He paused for a second then said: "Oh, okay...I'll change when I get home before I come over."

"Good. See you tonight," I said.

"Sure thing."

When I got home I called Billy and told him what I wanted him to do. 

Some of you may be wondering why Billy isn't my live-in boy. Well, he's a wonderful boy, and certainly knows how to sexually satisfy a man, but he's too strong-willed and independent for my tastes. His heart really isn't into his current lifestyle. If I hadn't been blackmailing him, he would probably still be straight.

No, my dream is to own and possess a boy I love, and who loves me. I want a boy to be totally dependent on me for everything in his life. I want him to adore me—to worship me. 

Johnny would be perfect for me. I was already developing a true affection for him. He is smart and pretty and fun to be with, and most importantly—my penis gets hard when he is close to me. It has been a long, long time since I felt this way with a boy.

It was midnight and I watched Johnny as he parked on the street and walked into the house next door. I was nervous—this was a crucial time in our relationship. Would he take my advice and change clothes and come over to my place, or would he decide this was too much for him—that he was crossing a boundary he was uncomfortable with?

My heart leapt with joy when I saw him walking towards my house. He was dressed in a tee shirt and the tiny gym shorts. I smiled as my penis stiffened.

"C'mon in," I called out just before he knocked on the door.

The only light on the porch shone through the doorway leading to my living room. I doubt if he noticed I was wearing just my boxers.

I patted the seat next to me and said "Sit down" as I leaned over and pulled a chilled bottle of wine out of the ice bucket. I poured us both a full glass.

"How was work?" I asked him.

"Oh, the usual...pretty dull—doing the same thing over-and-over...."

"Yes, I'm afraid if you don't go back to school that may be your future...you know, I might be able to help you out with school...."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I could tell he was intrigued with my comment.

"All I'm saying is I might be able to help you with tuition—hey, aren't you a little warm with that tee shirt on? Don't be shy—I'm only wearing boxer shorts—I hope you don't mind?"

"No, ah, that's okay with me—it is still hot out here," he said as he hesitantly removed his tee shirt.

He quickly drained his glass and as I was refilling it, I caught some movement from the street out of the corner of my eye. It must have been Billy.

"Why don't we go inside," I said then stood and walked into the house. He followed close behind me.

We discussed politics and sports. I enjoyed his knowledge of both topics, and especially his communication skills. He was an impressive teenager and my affection for him grew stronger. 

I was pouring him his third glass of wine when I noticed he was staring at the magazine I'd strategically placed on the coffee table. It was titled "The Boys of Europe".

"I have a weakness for the male body," I laughed. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, ah...that's okay," he said.

I picked up the magazine and slowly began to thumb through it. I held it in front of us so he could get a clear view. Every page depicted young and good-looking boys in various sexual acts. 

"I love looking at erect penises—don't you? They are so erotic and beautiful—it makes me want to reach out and hold them—caress them," I said.

Johnny didn't say a word but he intently stared at every page. When we came to a photo that showed one boy standing with another boy on his knees sucking the boys penis I laid the magazine on the table and left it open to that page.

"Which boy would you rather be," I said softly, "...the one standing, or the boy on his knees?" 

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I left Johnny on the couch staring at the photo.

When I was out of sight I peeked around the corner and watched Johnny's reaction. His eyes never left the photo. I thought I noticed his breathing quicken. A film of sweat covered his face and chest. I was overjoyed.

I waited a few more seconds then sat beside him again.

"I should have taken a nap today—I'm tired—Johnny I hope you don't mind but I better get some sleep."

"I, ah—yeah, sure...." He mumbled like he was in a trance.

I picked up the magazine and gave it to him.

"Here—take this with you..."

"No-no, I don't want—"

"Nonsense, " I interrupted. "Just take it with you—end of discussion."

I gave him his shirt. When we were standing on the porch I put my hands on his shoulders and massaged him.




The Art of Seduction



"Johnny—your shoulders are tense," I said as I continued to massage him. "Here...is this better?"

"Oh, Mister Jones—" he groaned.

"SShhhhh..." I said.

I wondered how long he would let me touch him. A full minute passed then I reached around and massaged his breasts—his nipples hardened. When I pinched his nipples he jumped and snapped out of his reverie.

"Oh God, I—I have to go..."

"I want to make you lunch tomorrow, okay," I said.

He didn't answer. "Johnny, come over at noon for lunch, okay?"

His voice was unsteady, quivering. "O-Okay," he said as he quickly went outside into the humid night air.

I returned to the couch smiling. I poured myself one more glass of wine and sat back and basked in the glow of a successful evening.

When Billy saw Johnny go inside he came out of the shadows and into my house. I stripped off my boxers and lay full length on the couch. My prick was throbbing and my balls ached for release.

"Your mouth..." I told Billy, "...use your mouth."

Billy dutifully knelt between my legs and sucked me to two explosive orgasms.

When Johnny arrived at noon the next day and saw me wearing only boxers he frowned but immediately stripped off his tee shirt. 

"You look pretty silly with those on," I said, pointing to his sneakers and white socks.

He sighed then removed his shoes and socks.

We ate a chicken salad I made from scratch. I gave him a huge portion and he ate it all. I loved gazing at his nearly naked body. His flesh was soft but firm and milky white. He had small blond tufts of hair under his arms with only a few blonde strands on his chest. 

No matter, I thought. All of his body hair will be gone once he moves in with me.

At one point I inadvertently caught a glance under the leg-band of his tiny shorts.

"You know, Johnny," I said, "you shouldn't wear underwear with those shorts."

"W-What do you mean?" he blushed.

"Because you won't believe how good the nylon material feels against your skin," I answered then I changed the subject.

Later, when I watched Johnny leave for work I went next door and entered his apartment using the key Floyd had given me.

I went straight to his bed and pulled back the bedspread. I chuckled to myself.

There were four dried cum stains on his sheet and one that was still damp. He'd jerked-off just before showering for work. I searched for and found the magazine under his mattress. I was very pleased with myself.

I had a leisurely afternoon and evening. Much of the time I was on the internet, but I also made sure I took a long nap—it was going to be a late night. From here on out they all would be.

At 11:30 I threw on a shirt, slacks and shoes. At 11:45 the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Mister Jones this is John—ah—Johnny—there's something wrong with my car—it won't start—it's making funny noises—I don't know what to do."

"Johnny, calm down, I'll get dressed and come down there, okay?"

"Oh God—great—thank you so much, Mister Jones."

"Try to relax—I'll take care of everything, okay?"

"Okay--thank you..."

When I arrived at the grocery store Johnny was standing beside his car with such a forlorn look on his face it tugged at my heart-strings.

"I don't know what happened—I don't know much about cars but the engine sounded like it just died," he said.

Of course it did, I thought. Sugar in the gasoline will kill an engine every time.

"Don't worry about a thing," I reassured him. "I'll call my mechanic in the morning and he'll find out what's wrong with it."

"Mister Jones...I don't have the money to pay to get it fixed..."

"Johnny, I'll take care of everything—leave it to me, okay?"

"Okay...."

On the ride home I explained that I will take him to work, pick him up and take him anywhere else he needs to go until his car is repaired.

"Mister Jones—thank you so much—I really mean that."

I thought I saw tears in his eyes.

I parked the car on the street instead of my back garage. I told him he could use a glass of wine to calm his nerves and he readily agreed.

"Should I change clothes first?" he asked.

"Yes—why don't you, okay?"

"Okay...."

I went into my bedroom and stripped to my boxers then into the kitchen and prepared an ice bucket. I opened the wine and carried everything into the living room. I was a little startled to see Johnny already sitting on the couch. 

While I stood before him pouring wine I snuck a glance under a leg-band of his shorts—he wasn't wearing underwear. 

What a smart boy, I thought; a very good memory.

I sat beside him on the couch—our bare legs touching. He didn't seem to think anything of it. After awhile I put my arm around him and squeezed his shoulder. He didn't move. 

He was still shaken from the car experience and I encouraged him to drink up that he'd feel better. By the time I finished my first glass of wine he'd had three.

I squeezed his shoulder again and said: "Johnny, you're still tense—you need a massage."

I stood and retrieved my 'special' massage table from the hallway closet and set it up in the living room. His eyes grew big.

"Ah, Mister Jones, I don't know...."

"Don't be silly—c'mon—stand up—come over here and lay on your stomach—I'm going to help you relax."

I went to the kitchen and carried a large bowl filled with warm massage oil to the table. I coated my hands with oil and began massaging his back. He groaned.

"Oh, Mister Jones, that feels good..."

He was right, of course. I have become something of an expert masseur and I can guarantee there is nothing more sensual and exotic than a hot oil massage. He would never forget this night.

I worked the oil into his creamy flesh. He was soft to the touch and my cock stiffened in my boxers. He wouldn't notice—he was face down and loving the feel of my strong hands.

Over and over I worked his back and shoulders then I moved down to his legs. I did his ankles and calves and when my hands stroked his thighs he cried out "Oh God" and tried to escape my kneading hands. 

When he calmed, I stealthily hooked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, and in one fell swoop, I yanked them down his legs and off.

"Mister Jones, what are you doing?" he exclaimed.

"Johnny, don't be childish—I need to get at your sciatic nerve—I need to massage you all over."

I poured oil on his buttocks and kneaded his flesh. Soon he began to moan again.

Now my massage table is 'special' because the lower half has actual 'legs' that come apart when I press the motorized button. I opened the 'legs' slightly and found the straps underneath.

"Johnny," I explained, "I'm going to attach your ankles to the board so don't panic, okay? If they're not firmly attached to the table you might fall off. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mister Jones...."

When his ankles were firmly in place, I pressed the button and the legs extended out ward until Johnny's legs were wide apart. He expressed his dismay but I quickly soothed his doubts.

Now I worked his buttocks and thighs in earnest. His legs supported the lower half of his body but his crotch area was completely exposed. His penis and balls hung unsupported. I looked and saw he had an erection. I oiled my hands and massaged his private parts—he squirmed and tried to avoid my contact but the straps held him in place.

"Johnny—stop moving—you're making this difficult—do you trust me? Johnny, do you trust me?"

His voice was small, whimpering. "Y-Yes...I trust you—I trust you..."

"Good boy, lay still—let me make you feel good, okay? OKAY?"

"Okay," he said barely audible.

With that I poured more oil on his bottom and my fingers worked it between his cheeks. He started when my finger first touched his anus.

"Relax...I want you to feel good...relax...relax...relax..."

My oily finger massaged him from his anus to his perineum and back. Back-and-forth...back-and-forth...back-and-forth....

I poured more oil between his cheeks and gently rubbed his anus. His hips began a slow movement. He wasn't trying to escape my finger any longer—he rotated his hips with the movement of my finger. 

Guttural moans came from deep within his throat. I poured more oil on my finger and pressed it against his anus.

I softly chanted, "Relax...relax...relax...relax...."

He barely noticed when my oily finger pushed through his anus. His hips jerked but he didn't cry out. I poured more oil on my finger and pushed it further inside him. His groaning became louder.

I oiled my other hand and took hold of his erection. 

"OH-GODDDDDD...." he cried out.

I stroked his cock while my finger pushed deeper-and-deeper into his asshole. Finally, my entire middle finger was inside him. I began to slowly finger-fuck his asshole as I stroked his cock. 

His upper body writhed on the table as I jerked his cock faster-and-faster. My finger plowed in-and-out of his asshole. Both hands increased speed and tempo. Now his hips bucked wildly—his cock expanded in my hand—it was time—it was time—I pushed a second finger into his asshole and he cried out in ecstasy as his balls exploded—wave-after-wave of cum shot out of his pulsating cock. He screamed—his body shook—I milked his cock for every drop of cum he had. 

He collapsed on the table. I released his softening cock and pulled my fingers out of his ass. He would never forget his first time with me—he would never forget how much pleasure I had given him.

"Oh God, Mister Jones..." he gasped.

I had placed a towel on the floor beneath him and there was an impressive pool of his cum on it. He reached for his shorts but I stopped him. 

"You need a shower to wash the oil off you," I said.

"Ah, yeah...sure," he answered. He was still dazed and confused.

I led him through my bedroom to the master bathroom. He seemed oblivious to his nudity. When I stripped off my boxers and climbed into the tub with him I saw surprise on his face but he didn't say anything. 

When he stared at my seven-inch erection I asked him, "Do you like that, Johnny?"

His face flushed red and he stammered, "I, oh Mister Jones...I..."

"This is what you do to me, Johnny—you make my penis hard whenever you're with me—you're a very exciting boy."

I soaped him all over and washed the oil off his tender flesh. I saw his cock twitch so I paid special attention to his crotch. He became hard again—I massaged his erection. 

He didn't know what to do or say. I handed him the soap.

"Johnny, will you do me a favor?" I asked softly.

"Ah...yeah...." he answered.

"Good boy...use the soap on me down there," I told him as we looked at my hard-on.

"Mister Jones—please—I, ah—please don't make me gay," he whimpered.

"Johnny, quit being childish--I can't make you 'be' anything you don't want to 'be'—I just want you to do me a favor—haven't I treated you well?" I continued massaging his stiff prick. "Johnny, boys do this for each other all the time—we do each other 'favors'—I'll make you feel good, and you return the favor to me—that's all—you understand that don't you?"

"I guess so..." he said.

I took hold of his hand and placed it on my cock. He hesitated then wrapped his small hand around it, his fingers barely fit around the shaft. He imitated the movement of my hand on him.

He was a good student. When I stroked him faster he did the same to me. When I slowed the tempo he did, too. 

"Johnny, your touch feels wonderful...keep going like that...I know it feels good in your hand...tell me how it feels in your hand. "

"It's so warm...it feels so smooth and warm..."

I could tell he was enjoying the feel of my cock in his hand. He squeezed it harder and stroked it faster. His face was flush with lust and desire—he was straining to cum—we both were. I reached down and fondled his balls.

"Johnny, rub my balls like I'm doing..."

This time he didn't hesitate. He gasped when he felt the weight of my scrotum. My ball sac was very heavy in his hand. He massaged my balls. I was thrilled with the progress he was making.

Suddenly I felt his balls contract in my hand. I pushed the tip of my finger into his anus. He screamed and his hips jerked wildly. His grip tightened on my cock and we both shot our cum at the same time. We stroked each others' cocks until our balls were empty. 

I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him, but it was too soon. I didn't want to scare him with the intensity of my feelings for him. There would be plenty of time for that later.

We finished washing ourselves. Before he left I told him to come for lunch at eleven. He said "Okay."

I drove him to work and picked him up that night. I didn't ask him how it felt to have a man's penis and balls in his hands. He was quiet and obviously wrestling with these issues. I had checked his bed and there was more dried cum stains. I hoped he was dreaming of my cock when he masturbated.

When Johnny changed into his shorts and walked into my living room, he didn't seem fazed by the sight of the massage table already set up. As a matter-of-fact, I thought I detected a slight smile on his face.

As soon as he finished his third glass of wine I asked him if he would like a massage. 

"Ah, yeah...sure, Mister Jones—if it's no problem," he answered.

I smiled and guided him to lie down on the table. I didn't waste any time, I stripped his shorts off him—he lifted his hips to help get them off. I fastened his ankles and spread the legs of the table as far apart as they would go. 

I covered him in oil and went to work. By the time I pushed my oily finger into his anus he was moaning with lust. I finger-fucked him a minute or so then coated a hard rubber tube with oil.

The tube was six-inches long and an inch around. When I pushed the tip into his asshole he groaned and tried to pull away. I pinched his bottom-cheek hard.

"Relax, Johnny—relax...relax...relax...relax..."

He accepted the entire length of the tube. I began to fuck him with it. His tiny cock trembled in my hand as I stroked him. I brought him to the edge of orgasm then pulled his balls back in his sac denying his climax—he whimpered in frustration. 

Then I fucked him hard and fast. His head rolled from side-to-side—he pushed his hips back to meet the thrusting dildo. A constant stream of unintelligible sounds and noises escaped his lips. He was lost in the ass-fucking. This time I allowed him to cum. His cries of joy were loud as his body shook violently and his cum formed a large pool on the towel beneath him. 

I released him from the table and guided him back to the couch—we sat on another towel I had already spread out. I stripped off my boxers and placed his hand on my cock. He instinctively knew what to do. 

I put my arm around him and held him tight while he stroked my cock. I repeated to him "You're a good boy, Johnny—you're a good boy."

I guided his other hand to my scrotum. He never hesitated—he cradled my balls in his hand. I sat back and enjoyed the hand-job. I kissed his forehead and whispered "You're a wonderful boy—you're a wonderful boy." 

His eyes were glassy and fixated on my cock. When I saw his penis twitch I stroked his thigh until he was completely hard again. 

"Johnny, play with your cock while you stroke me—I want to watch you masturbate."

"Oh God..." he whispered, but did as he was told.

I sat back again and gloated at what I had him doing. He was lost in a fog of pure lust and desire—he couldn't help himself. I fought to control my own orgasm—I wanted to time mine with his.

His hands moved faster—he squeezed my cock harder. He was breathing through his mouth—gasping for air. Sweat formed on his face and chest. Then his hands became a blur.

I felt the pressure building in my balls. He was grunting and groaning as he strained to make us both cum. I couldn't hold back any longer—my balls exploded and my cum shot straight in the air. That set-off Johnny and he screamed as he shot another huge load. His body shook and gyrated. He stroked my penis until I pushed his hand away. 

He collapsed against me and I held him close.

"You're such a good boy—you're a good boy, Johnny."

The next day I had Johnny come over early. We spent the whole morning and afternoon together. We surfed the internet, talked and laughed. I fell in love with him—he was everything I had been searching for—I wanted him to feel the same way.

Just before he had to get ready for work I asked him if he wanted a massage. 

"Oh-God-yes, Mister Jones."

I had him go home and bring back his work clothes. When he saw the massage table he took off his shorts on his own and climbed on the table. My heart was filled with happiness.

I used the dildo on him again—he loved it. He pushed hard against it trying to get all of it inside him. This was the first time we did this without alcohol—I wanted to make it good for him. He was an expressive boy—his shyness was gone. He moaned loudly and cried out as his cum exploded from his balls.

We took a shower together. I had him stand behind me. He reached around me and stroked my cock. I had him massage my balls with his other hand. He was into it now—I was getting ready to cum when I felt his hard cock against me—he was excited again and it thrilled me.

After I climaxed I squeezed his stiff cock and told him he needed to get dressed for work. He whimpered in frustration. When I told him I would give him a special treat after work—his eyes lit up.

While Johnny was working I tried everything to make the time go faster—it didn't work. My penis was stiff with anticipation the whole night. It took every ounce of self-control I had to stop from calling Billy to relieve me.

On the ride home I had Johnny sit beside me. He didn't hesitate. I stroked his thigh and from time-to-time squeezed his prick through his slacks. He was excited, too.

I parked the car in the garage in back of the house. I told Johnny he didn't need to change into his shorts. The massage table was already set-up and when I stripped to my shorts I went to the kitchen and brought back the wine. 

Johnny gave me a pleasant surprise: He had taken off his clothes and sat on the couch wearing only his black bikini briefs. God, how he looked sexy!

I sat beside him; we talked as he drank three glasses of wine to my one glass. I had my arm around him and stroked his warm flesh—his skin was as soft as a girls. 

I stroked his thighs and massaged his breasts and nipples. His cock pushed hard against the front of his briefs.

"Would you like a massage?" I smiled.

"Oh, God yes," he answered. He sprang up from the couch, peeled off his shorts and laid down on the table.

I covered him in oil and lovingly kneaded his flesh. When I began oiling his anus he groaned and pushed back against my probing finger. My finger slid easily into his asshole and I finger-fucked him until there was no resistance. I pulled out my finger and immediately pushed the dildo inside him—he cried out with pleasure.

I stood directly behind him—his wide-split thighs on either side of me. I used the dildo for a few minutes and when he began wriggling against it I withdrew the dildo—pushed the head of my cock against his hole then slowly pushed the entire length of my stiff prick into his clasping asshole.

"OH-GOD-OH-GOD-OH-GOD...." He screamed.

I held him in place and buried my cock to the hilt. I stopped and allowed him to get accustomed to my size. I was happy and proud that he didn't beg me to stop. I had conditioned him well.

My balls were already aching for release so I knew this first fuck wouldn't take long. I gave him six hard thrusts then I filled his asshole with my pent-up lust. I held him still—my cock stayed hard and impaled his deliciously tight rectum.

When I regained my breath and strength I sawed in-and-out of him with long, steady strokes. The walls of his asshole excited my cock so much that I soon found myself thrusting harder-and-harder. I grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts.




The Art of Seduction



He began to babble incoherently—each thrust bringing an "OHHH" or "AHHH" from his lips. He was loving it--he loved getting fucked in the ass. A wave of happiness swept over me and I fucked him fast and hard. 

I felt the familiar pressure in my balls and knew I was about to cum. I stroked his cock faster—I fucked him harder. When his cock started spewing cum he screamed louder than he ever had before—I shouted my ecstasy and filled his asshole with another load of jism. 

I leaned forward and fell onto his back. I could feel both of our hearts racing. I lay on top of him until our breathing returned to normal. My limp prick slid out of his hole. My cum poured out of his asshole onto the towel below.

I helped him to his feet and led him to the shower. He was unsteady—his eyes were glazed-over. I washed and dried both of us. He didn't say a word; his body was trembling. We sat naked on the couch. 

I caressed his hair and face. We looked into each others' eyes—I kissed him on the lips. He eagerly kissed me back. I stroked his soft flesh. 

Suddenly, he regained his composure. A look of horror and panic spread across his pretty face.

"Mister Jones, I...I need to go home."

He jumped from the couch and pulled on his slacks; he scooped up his remaining clothes and scampered out the front door. I sat back and pondered the situation. I smiled.

He had obviously loved the feel of my cock in his ass and it scared the hell out of him. The next few hours were going to be the most difficult for him. His mind was going to tell him he wasn't queer, but his heart was telling him a different story.

I would try to 'seal the deal' in the next few days.

I tried to make everything as normal as possible the next day. When he reluctantly agreed to come for lunch I saw him breathe a sigh of relief when he didn't see the massage table set-up.

In the middle of lunch he received a phone call from work: the usual supply truck had broken down, they didn't need him at work for the next three days. I secretly celebrated—this would accelerate my plan.

Since it was a payday for him I told him I'd take him to get his paycheck. He opened up a bit and we talked and laughed again. We 'surfed the net' all afternoon. I asked him if he wanted to go and see the greyhound races that night. His face brightened at the prospect.

We picked up his check and he cashed it. Then I took him to dinner. We feasted on steak and lobster. He loved it. Since he was underage, I couldn't buy him alcohol.

Afterwards I saw a liquor store and bought a bottle of wine. I drove to the dog track and we sat in the car and drank the wine straight from the bottle. Actually, I had very little of it—he polished off almost the entire bottle. He was a little tipsy when we went inside.

I studied his betting tendencies. He was as reckless with his betting as he was with his drinking. That was a predictable pattern for an 'addictive personality'. He was broke after the seventh race.

The look of shock and terror on his face was hard to take. I knew he felt scared and alone. I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Johnny, I know it's tough but try and calm down...it's not the end of the world...if you want, I'll loan you a hundred dollars."

His eyes lit up. "I can't take money from you—I don't know when I could ever re-pay it."

"Well," I whispered, "I'll make a deal with you...if you can pay me back before we leave here—that will be great...if you can't we can make other arrangements..."

"W-What kind of 'arrangements'?"

I smiled and said, "I think you know how I feel about you—I would love for us to get closer...I think you also know what I'd like from you—I'll loan you a hundred dollars and if you can't pay me back in full by the time we leave here—you'll spend the next two days in my bed—doing whatever I tell you—think about it, okay"

The look of panic returned to his face. He was quiet for a long time. He watched as I won $280 on the eighth race. Five minutes before the ninth race he began fidgeting. I knew there was a battle raging in his mind. He studied the racing form—you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.

Two minutes to post and he leaned over and said, "Okay...can I borrow the money?"

"Yes—if you make a promise to me."

"W-What promise?" he stammered.

"Promise me you'll take my hard penis in your mouth and let me teach you how to suck it."

His eyes flew wide open—his face turned redder than I'd seen it. He sat back in his seat—he didn't ask for the money. We watched the race—he showed me his numbers—he would have won $140. 

He shook his head in disbelief. He went back to studying the racing form. He scribbled some numbers on his program then leaned over to me.

"Mister Jones, may I borrow the hundred dollars?"

"Promise me what I want to hear," I smiled at him.

His face turned red again as he whispered in my ear.

"I promise I'll suck your penis for you..."

I gave him the hundred and he ran off to place his bets. The sense of satisfaction I felt overwhelmed me. My cock began to twitch inside my slacks.

He lost forty dollars on the race—he had sixty left with two races to go. He won the next race but he'd bet forty dollars and only got back forty-five. He had sixty-five to bet on the last race. He bet it all.

We watched and screamed for his dogs in the last race. It was a close finish--a photo-finish. While we waited for the tote board to flash the winning numbers I saw he was perspiring. If his numbers came up it would mean a big payday for his tickets. If not, it would be the culmination of all my efforts.

The numbers flashed on the board--he lost—the painful expression on his face almost broke my heart.

I commiserated with him. I told him he got a bad break. There was no point in rubbing his face in the sheer joy I felt.

We walked to the car in silence. Once inside I had him sit next to me. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. I kissed him on the lips—he was tense.

"Are you going to make me gay now?" he asked in a small voice,

Yes I am, I thought to myself. He was half-way there already. He enjoyed playing with my cock and he had the best orgasm of his life when I fucked him. All I had to do now was to open his eyes to his true desires.

"Johnny, no one can 'make you gay'...you either have it inside you or you don't...I want you to think back to the past couple of nights...tell me if I'm wrong, but I think you enjoyed everything we did together—am I right or am I wrong?"

I waited but he didn't say anything. I kissed him again. This time he kissed me back. I took his hand and placed it on my raging erection. I moved his hand back and forth on the hardness. When I let go he continued squeezing my cock. He slowly stroked my cock all the way home. When we got out of the car my balls ached but my mind was singing. This boy was pure gold.

I held his hand as we walked into the house; there was no need to have him change clothes now—he wouldn't be wearing any clothes very soon. I poured us each a glass of wine and we sat on the couch. I removed my shoes and socks and he followed my example. What a smart boy.

No words were spoken. We exchanged sideway glances as we drank the wine. His beautiful blue eyes made my heart flutter. I kissed him on the cheek and placed our empty glasses on the table. He smiled at me as I took him in my arms.

There was no resistance--he was willing and eager. We kissed; his lips were moist and sweet—soft, so very soft. Our tongues met; electricity coursed through my body. I stood and offered my hand. He held it tightly as I led him to my bedroom.

I turned on the lamp with the red light bulb; the room seethed with raw sexuality. We stood beside the big bed; I pulled him close and hugged him tightly; he threw his arms around me and our lips came together. Our tongues became one.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt then slid it over his milky-white shoulders and it fell to the floor. I opened his slacks then pushed them to the floor. His little penis was hard—it strained against the front of his briefs. I was thrilled he had an erection—he wanted this as much as I did. I caressed his member through his briefs eliciting a soft moan from his lips. 

My hand slid inside his briefs and gently took hold of his erection. His cock pulsated in my stroking hand. His breathing quickened—I could feel his heart pounding against my chest. Our kisses grew more urgent.

I pushed his briefs down his slender legs. His erection sprang into view—it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I stroked it—I squeezed it. His cock-flesh was soft and warm. His penis throbbed to my touches.

I pulled the bedspread all the way down and had him lie on his back. I stared down at him as I undressed—his eyes never left mine. When I was naked I climbed onto the bed. When he saw my intent was to lie on top of him he spread his legs wide apart for me--I thought, my God, what a special boy.

I eased my weight onto him; his hands and arms went around me, he held me tight and caressed my back and shoulders. I held his head still and pressed my lips to his. Our kisses were unhurried, rich with passion.

I felt the pre-cum leaking from my cock-slit. His hand teasing me on the ride home and now this—lying naked with the boy I loved—I needed release--my balls would soon burst and I knew it was time for him to taste my desire for him.

With my knees on either side of him I straddled his chest. I moved forward until my erection was an inch from his parted lips. His eyes glazed-over as they fixed on my cock. He took a deep breath and without prompting from me he craned his head forward and kissed my cockhead. 

I gazed down in awe at this beautiful boy as he covered my penis with kisses. When he pressed his tongue against my flesh and lapped up my pre-cum a thrill shot up-and-down my spine. His eyes stared at my cock the whole time. 

I decided not to say a word—I wanted him to find his own way—I wanted Johnny to discover for himself his natural inclinations. 

He worked his hands free from under my legs, and took hold of the base of my cock and cradled my balls. I watched him close his eyes, moisten his lips then slide those sexy, pouty lips over my cockhead. We both groaned at the same time.

His tongue lathered my flesh—his tongue never lost contact with my cock. I had to close my eyes and fight from cumming too soon. I wanted him to earn my juice.

I pushed my cock further into his mouth until he gagged then I pulled back. I desperately wanted to fuck his mouth but I wanted to see what his thought process was. Would he move his head back-and-forth over my flesh or would he just rest his head on the pillow and wait for me to slide my cock in-and-out of his mouth?

I didn't have to wait long. He began to stroke my cock and fondle my balls as he worked his mouth back-and-forth over my throbbing cock. He took the initiative himself and decided to make me cum—his hands, lips and tongue worked together; perfectly synchronized movements designed to give me the greatest pleasure. This boy was far advanced beyond his life experiences.

When non-stop moans escaped my lips he worked harder and faster on my cock. He stroked my cock and sucked the glans like he was on a mission. His hand became a blur on my shaft. 

Suddenly, his finger pressed and rubbed my anus and the sensation made my balls contract and explode shooting load-after-load of hot cum into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but I soon saw tiny rivulets of semen oozing out of both corners of his mouth. His tongue worked non-stop scooping up my cum.

When my orgasm subsided, by chance, I looked around and saw him trying to take hold of his own cock. I pushed his hand away and stroked his throbbing member. His cock erupted spewing cum over my back and his thighs. 

"Oh God, Mister Jones...." he cried out.

I leaned forward and kissed his cum-slick lips.

"My name is David—call me David."

We cleaned ourselves and walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen where I poured more wine for us. We settled on the living room couch—still naked.

He was quiet; pensive. Something was troubling him and I ventured a guess as to what it was.

"You loved having my penis in your mouth, didn't you?"

He blushed and sighed.

"I-I don't know what came over me," he said softly, "...I never felt like that before..."

"It was exciting, wasn't it?" I asked.

"Yes..." he answered, barely audible.

"In the next couple days you're going to do things you've never dreamed of doing...all I ask is to obey me and keep an open mind...I'm going to teach you things that will bring us both great pleasure...will you go along with me? Will you obey me?"

"Yes..." he said, "I made a promise—I'll do whatever you want."

We finished the wine and I pulled him to me. I had him sit on my lap. We kissed and caressed each other. I stroked his chest and thighs and he achieved another erection. I played with his hard cock. He reached down between us and fondled my prick and ball sac—soon I was hard, too.

"Let's go to bed," I whispered.

He smiled and we walked into the bedroom.

We lay side-by-side stroking and caressing each others' cock and balls in the glow of the red light. He was a quick learner—I taught him how I liked to be touched. When I felt we were both ready I told him to lie back and pull his knees to his chest. He obeyed.

"Pull your knees wide apart," I instructed. 

He sighed as he felt the rush of air on his exposed anus. I took the bottle of oil off the nightstand and coated my middle finger. I rubbed my finger over and around his puckered hole. I applied more oil and gently pushed my finger inside him. I worked my finger in and out of him, coating it with more and more oil.

Soon my finger was buried in his rectum to the knuckle. His eyes were closed and his moans of "OOO" and "AARRGGG" filled the room. My prick began to throb—it was time to give Johnny the fucking of his young life. 

I was on my knees between his legs. I took hold of his ankles and placed them over my shoulders. His moans grew louder. I rubbed my cockhead against his defenseless anus. I leaned forward until the mushroom head popped through his opening. I rested a few seconds then slowly, but relentlessly, impaled him with the entire length of my cock.

"OH-GOD—OH-GOD..." he cried out.

"Relax...relax...relax..." I pinched his bottom so he would loosen his sphincter. 

I braced my hands on either side of his head then readied myself. I was going to give this sweet boy a good, old-fashioned-ass-fucking he'd never forget.

I was gentle at first. My hips slowly pushed my cock into him and just as slowly pulled it out to the tip. I used a steady rhythm so he could get accustomed to it. After several soft thrusts, I pulled out to the tip then plunged down hard. 

"AAARRRGGGGHHHHH..." he yelled in surprise.

"Wrap your legs around my back," I ordered. He obeyed.

I was merciless. I roughly buried my cock to the hilt and pulled back immediately and thrust it back into him. His head rolled from side-to-side, a thin stream of saliva ran out of the corner of his mouth. A constant flow of deep, guttural groans came from his open mouth. I felt his hard prick jerking and twitching against my belly.

"FUCK BACK—FUCK BACK," I shouted,

He obeyed me. I felt his legs pull me deeper inside him. He was delirious now. It was a fast and furious rough fuck that I loved to give my boys. The walls of his tight asshole clung to my cock on every thrust shooting jolts of ecstasy throughout my body.

Then suddenly one of the thrusts sent my cock far enough inside him to bump against his prostate. He screamed louder than I'd ever heard and his cock sprayed cum on my stomach and thighs—he was pinned beneath me and his wildly gyrating pelvis and hips spurred me to fuck him harder-and-harder until I shouted my climax and filled his asshole with stream-after-stream of cum.

I collapsed on top of him and he held me tightly.

"Oh-my-God—oh-my-God—oh-my-God...I love you, David—I love you."

I held his head and gazed into his eyes with wonder and amazement.

"I love you, too, sweetie—I love you too."

We fell asleep in each others' arms.

I awoke to the surprise of my life. Johnny was kneeling between my legs, his head bobbing furiously up-and-down on my morning hard-on. His tongue was magnificent. He swallowed my entire load.

"Good morning, sweetie," I said. He smiled up at me.

The rest of that weekend was one big sex buffet. He sucked me off in every room of the house and I rewarded him by filling his asshole with cum. He loved that—his cock had intense orgasms without even being touched.

We lay in bed on the final night after an especially delicious fuck; his head resting on my chest.

"Sweetie, I'd like for you to move in with me..." I said.

I felt him tense. "David...I don't know...I love you but I don't want to rely on you for everything..."

"I understand," is all I said.

There was one more, unpleasant but necessary, thing to do. I made a phone call.

I drove Johnny to work the next day. About two-hours into his shift he called me. It sounded like he was on the verge of crying.

"David—David what happened? How did all these people find out? They're calling me filthy names—Billy came in here and told everyone what a great lover I was—HE SAID I WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND—why did he do that? They're all calling me 'queer' and 'faggot'—I can't take this!"

"Johnny—Johnny, RELAX--calm down—get out of there--I'm coming to pick you up, okay? I'll be right there."

"Billy must be jealous of you," I explained to him on the ride home. "He's jealous of the way I feel for you—I'm sorry—don't worry about a thing—I'll take care of you."

"How can I find another job? Nobody is hiring now—what am I going to do? OH GOD—my parents can't find out about this—they just can't!"

"Sweetie, no one will know, okay? I'll take care of everything...Sweetie, do you trust me?"

"Well, yeah—of course."

"Then don't worry about a thing, okay?"

"Okay...."

Johnny moved in with me the next day. He is now totally dependent on me for food, shelter, his orgasms—everything!

I will train him to be the boy I always wanted and I guarantee he will love it. 

He will forgive Billy, as a-matter-of-fact, I will insist he gets closer to Billy than he could imagine right now.

I sat back on the bed and waited for Johnny to kneel between my legs. I love it when a plan comes together.



The Art Of Seduction



He looked between her legs and saw a strip of soft downy curls right above her pussy. He was instantly hard. He wanted to touch her he reached for her soft breast and- "Sean wake up..wake up Sean."

Sean's eyes flew open. His sister was over him shaking him awake. He looked up at his sister's grey eyes and smiled. "I'm awake already geez."

"Go take a shower before dinner ok." 

Sean smiled and agreed.

He came downstairs refreshed from his shower. The dining room table was set and on a plate Sean could see steak, corn and potatoes with gravy. It smelled good. His sister was still in the kitchen. He sat down and waited for his sister to join him.

When she came into the living room his jaw dropped. Lana was wearing a short black skirt and a red shirt. She had on red boots that went up to her thighs and ruby red lipstick.

"Wow sweetheart you look good enough to...uh...I mean pretty" he stopped himself from saying to eat. It was getting harder for him to just forget about morals and fuck her right there. She frowned when he said she looked pretty but mumbled a thanks.

After dinner they sat down to watch some t.v. Sean kept stealing glances at his sister. She was sitting on the couch with her legs up to her chin. He didnt think she noticed that her panties were clearly visible, she looked lost in thought.

His cock was hard just by looking at her panties. After ten minutes of thinking about fucking her and kissing her Lana stood up told him she was going to bed and left. He wanted to make love to her. God, what was he going to do. Maybe if she went out with someone else she would forget about him no matter how hard it would be for him.

Getting up from the couch he went up to his bedroom and picked up the phone. Dialing his best friend Dean's number he waited for him to pick up.

"Hello"

" Hey man what's up? It's Sean"

" Nothing much just watching a movie. What are you up to?"

" The same thing. Um, listen I wanted to ask you a favor. Do you remember my little sister?"

" Yeah, how is she doing? I heard about your parents. I'm sorry."

" It's ok, She's better now..um... How would you feel about coming over tomorrow and hanging out with her?"

"Would you be there?"

"At first but then I'll leave you two alone. She just needs someone to make her feel better you know, about our parents."

"Sure dude. What time do you want me to be there?"

" Um, around seven would be cool."

" Ok I'll be there."

" Ok bye."

" Bye"

Now, he just had to make sure he keeps his distance from Lana before he did something they would both regret.

Lana could have sworn that her outfit would have pushed Sean over the edge. She saw the stares he gave her. Everytime he looked at her she got a familiar tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach. She sat on the couch waiting to see if Sean did anything but he just gave her looks and watched t.v.

She got tired of waiting for him to make a move so she came upstairs. What was she going to do? She already knew the answer. She was going to seduce him into submission. Starting first thing in the morning. She smiled to herself while she got into bed. Her brother looked so good today at dinner. Lana's eyes started getting droopy and her last thought was for her brother.

Slowly and tentavely Sean's hand was reaching for his sister's breast. It was as soft as silk. He gently pulled and tugged at her pink nipples. Lana's eyes fluttered open. Her eyes were glazed with love and desire. She moaned while she looked into his eyes.

He smiled down at her and slowly bent his head. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth gently nibbling it. She held his head to her breast like you would a baby. His hand slid down her body until he reached the nest of curls. He circled her clit with his finger and gently thrusts a finger into her pussy.

Lana screamed with pleasure and grinded her hips on his hand. He sliped another finger into her cunt and Lana's back arched off the bed giving Sean more of her breast. Sean pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked them clean. Lana's breathing slowly got back to normal.

"Sean you got to get up."

"What?"

"Baby its time to get up."

"No, I want to be inside you. Lana I want to feel my cock in your pussy. I want your pussy contracting on my cock when you come."

"Sean Get up."

Seans eyes flew open. His sister was smiling down at him. 

"You talk in your sleep." Sean didn't like the smirk that she wore on her face.

"I do?"

"Yeah. Must have been a good dream too. You were moaning that you wanted to be..uh.. inside... someone and didn't want to get up." Lana looked down at her brother a light shade of pink in her cheeks.

"I did? Really?"

"Yeah, What were you dreaming about?"

"You probably misunderstood me. I was dreaming about going to a baseball game and wanted to be inside the car WITH someone not IN someone."

Lana's eyebrows raised and she gave him a look that said she didn't believe a word he said.

"Well breakfast is ready. I'm going to take a shower. You can eat without me if you want to."

"Nah I'll wait till your done in the shower than go in after you and we can have breakfast together."

"Why don't we just take a shower together to conserve water?" Lana asked innocently.

Sean looked up at his sister standing over his bed in an oversized night shirt. He didn't think he would be able to resist her if she kept looking at him like that.

"Uh I don't think thats a good idea." Sean said avoiding his sister's eyes.

"I just wanted to save the water. I promise to keep my hands to myself." She said wickedley smiling at him.

"Lana we can't. You may be able to keep your hands to yourself but I'm not sure if I can. I just want what's best for you. And us showering together isn't what's best for you."

Her bottom lip pouted out but she reluctingly nodded.

"Ok, but this isn't over." With that she left.

Sean knew it wasn't. When she left he saw the face of a woman on a mission and he had a feeling that he was part of her mission.

Sean heard the shower come on. He closed his eyes and imagined Lana taking her clothes of slowly and getting in the shower. The warm water pouring on her breasts. Sean was instantly hard. 

He took his cock out and started to pump his cock fast thinking about his sister soaping her body, putting her hand between her legs, touching herself slowly. He couldn't take it anymore and came all over his hand. He wiped his hand with a towel. He noticed the shower was off so his sister must be done. Pulling up his pants he got up and looked for clothes to wear.

Lana peered in her brother's room. Her nipples were harder than they have ever been. She watched her brother come all over his hand. Her pussy was dripping she could feel her juice running down her legs. Giving her brother's cock one last look she went into her room.

Standing in her room Lana couldn't decide what she was going to wear. Today she was going to fuck her brother even if she had to tie him up to do it. Which right now didn't seem like such a bad idea. She decided to wear a lowcut cotton shirt that she hadn't worn since she was sixteen. She decided not to wear a bra. When she put the shirt on she looked at herself in the mirror. The shirt was so low that she could see the top of her breast showing, it ended right below her breast. Her nipples were hard from seeing her brother and they were clearly visible.

Satisfied she put on the shortest skirt she could find. Skiping the panties she put on her boots and let her hair fall down her back. Finally she looked in the mirror one last time before heading down the stairs.

Sean finishing his shower passed by his sister's room. Her door was locked but he didn't have trouble imaganing her naked putting on her clothes. He heard her unlocking her door so he quickly walked into his room.

He got dressed in a white polo shirt and black jeans. Geling his hair so that it stayed spiked up, he put on his white sneakers and went downstairs. 

When he went downstairs his sister had her back turned to him cleaning some dishes. His eyes wide he looked at his sister up and down not believing what he saw. Her skirt was so short that he could've sworn he saw her ass cheeks when she moved to put a dish away. Her black hair was down to her waist. When she put dishes away from the back her shirt was high on her back and he could see the side of her breasts.

His pants were suddenly tight. He quickly sat down so he could hide his hard on. When she turned around he nearly came in his pants. He could see her nipples poking through her shirt. There was a rip on it and he had a very nice view of the top of her breast.

"Morning Sean." Lana said. She smiled at him and put a plate of waffles and sausages in front of him.

"uhh m-morning Lana." Lana smiled. Ok seducing someone shouldn't be that hard. Well, it's now or never.

Lana had taken the chairs from the table so there was only one. She didn't think that Sean noticed because he was looking at his plate intently. She put her plate down and boldly sat on her brother's lap. 

He gasped "Lana what are you doing?" Sean asked stupidly.

"What does it look like I'm doing. I'm eating breakfast and I need a seat." Lana could feel Seans cock straining in his jeans. She couldn't help but grind her hips a little. 

Sean moaned and grabbed her hips intending to lift her off but just pushed her harder on his cock. Lana moaned and grinded harder on his cock. She turned around on his lap and kissed him hard. Sean lifted Lana's shirt and pulled on her nipples.

"Oh, harder Sean, pull harder." Sean pulled and twisted her nipples.

"Rrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnng" Sean stopped.

The phone broke him out of his trance. He pushed his sister of him. 

"Sorry Lana, I kinda got out of hand." Moving away Sean went to pick up the phone.

URGH! Damn phone. She should have planned this more thourghly. Putting her shirt down Lana could still feel her brother's hands on her breasts. She was wet from grinding her pussy over his cock. This was far from over.

Going into the den she could hear half of the conversation.

"Yeah it's ok if you get here at seven thirty....Nah man I understand...Ok, later."

"Who was that?" Lana asked wondering who would be coming over.

"Dean. I invited him for dinner."

"Oh. What time is he going to be here?"

"Around seven thirty."

"Okay. You guys can have dinner together and catch up and I'll go shopping I wanted to buy somethings to decorate the house."

"No I want you there."

"Why? I'm glad you want me to be here but I don't want to ruin your reunion."

"No but Dean wants to see you."

"Why Sean" Anger starting to replace the lust she felt earlier.

"Well I asked him to see you so maybe you might want to date him sometime."

Seeing the look on her face he added quickly

"I just want what's best for you Lana"

"You just want what's best for me." Lana's voice rising with every word she said.

"Did you ever stop to wonder that I don't WANT somebody else. That maybe I just wanted YOU. But you know what, right now I don't even want to LOOK at you." Running up the stairs she went into her room and slammed the door.

Shit. Sean sat down looking at his untouched plate of food. Apparently he should have talked to her before asking Dean to come over and hang out with her. Getting up he picked up his keys from the hook in the wall and headed out the door.

Lana heard her brothers car pull out of the driveway. She was still angry with him for setting her up with someone without even asking first. Changing her clothes she put on her black jeans and blue t-shirt. Finally she decided on what she was going to do about Dean. 

Sean wanted her going out with someone else, fine. She wasn't going to have sex with Dean or kiss him or anything but she would get really close and see how much Sean likes it.

Getting back from driving for a few hours Sean got out of his car and into the house. It was quiet, putting his keys on a hook he looked for his sister. She wasn't downstairs so he headed upstairs.

"Lana! Lana! Where are you?" 

"I'm in mom's room."

Sean walked into his parents room. Lana was in the closet throwing clothes into a box.

"What are you doing?" Lana came out of the closet.

"Taking mom and dad's stuff out of the room. I'm going to repaint the house and change somethings. Um, I was wondering, would you mind if I take this room? You know since your room is bigger than mine I thought I could change my room into a guest room or something and this could be my new room."

"No, I don't mind do whatever you want." Lana went back into the closet and started putting more clothes in to the box. "Lana?"

"Yeah?"

"About this morning I-" 

"It's ok. I decided that I'm going to give Dean a chance. You really just wanted what's best for me. Maybe we'll hit it off and I'll get over you." Lana smiled and went back into the closet.

"Alright um Im going to uh get dinner ready ok?"

"Okay"

Sean knew he should be happy that his sister is trying to date someone else to forget about him but he couldn't help feeling a little jealous. He knew that he might feel like this but it was for her own good. What if he hurt her? He could never live with himself if she got hurt because of him even if he had to watch her fall in love with someone else.

At seven fifteen the food was ready and just needed to be put on the dining room table. Sean got out of the shower and walked out of his room with a towel around his waist. Lana got out of her room and his jaw hit the ground. She had a black dress on. It was a little above her knees, her breasts stretched out the fabric. She wore makeup and her hair was up on a high ponytail.

His cock was instantly up. He was going to go back to the bathroom before she noticed him when she looked up. 

"Oh Sean I didn't see you there." Lana was openly staring at his cock which didn't help in the least.

"Yeah um you look nice. I- I'd better get dressed." Sean quickly headed for his room.

This better be worth it. Lana thought as she saw her brother close the door to his room. His hair was wet from his shower and his skin was damp. Her pussy was wet just by thinking of him getting dressed. Lana reached under her dress and touched herself. She moaned softly thinking about her brother. She rubbed her clit through her panties. Moving them out of the way she rubbed faster knowing that she was close. Thrusting a finger in her pussy she came hard and fast. 

Just then the bell rang. Lana fixed her panties and headed downstairs to answer the door.

When she opened it Dean stood there holding a rose. 

"Hi" he said smiling

"Hi"

"This is for you." he said handing her the rose.

"Thanks Dean it's beautiful. Come in Sean's upstairs getting dressed." Lana moved aside and let Dean inside.

Dean was a nice guy he was cute too. His brown hair was short and he brushed it forward and spiked it at the end. If she wasn't in love with Sean she would seriously consider going out with him.

"Smells good. Did you cook?"

"Uh, no actually it was Sean who cooked."

"No way, the navy must have really affected him because last time I saw him he didn't know the difference between a fork and a spoon."

Lana laughed. "Yeah well he cooks now. Its actually pretty good. Do you want to sit down?"

"Sure." 

Dean sat down and Lana sat down next to him.

"So tell me what you do now."

"Well I'm an architect. I'm doing research at home so I can take care of Grams."

"Oh I hope your grandma feels better. I know how it feels to lose someone you love."

"Thanks. Um how are you feeling?"

"I've been better." Without noticing tears had started running down her cheeks. Dean pulled her into him and hugged her while she cried.

Sean came downstairs and stopped suddenly. Lana was crying into Deans shoulder. He was holding her and rubbing her back. Jealousy went through him with a vengance. Only he could hold his sister that way.

Sean cleared his throat loudly. He saw Lana tense in Deans arms. She quickly pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Was I interrupting something?"

"No" Lana said not looking at him.

"Hey man." Dean said getting up from the couch to shake hands with Sean.

"You look good. Maybe I should join the Navy"

"Thanks. I don't know maybe you should instead of digging up stuff."

"So I heard you cooked dinner. I hope it's not poisonus." 

"No its good." Even though poison sounds good right now. Sean couldn't help thinking. He didn't like anyone touching his sister.

Soon they ate dinner and were sitting in the living room. Lana sat down on the couch and Dean sat right next to her. Sean was already pissed off because all through dinner Lana smiled and laughed at everything Dean said. She flirted with him and touched his arm. Now her hand was on his lap and his arm was on her shoulder.

Sean regretted what he was about to do but he kept thinking about what his parents told him. He needed to take care of his sister and thats what he was going to do.

"Um, I have to go see the lawyer for the house. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Ok see you later." Lana called after him.

Sean left and heard his sister laughing at something Dean said. He resisted the urge to go back in there and kick the crap out of Dean. He got in his car and left.

Lana's plan was going great. She knew Sean was angry. Serves him right for trying to do something behind her back. She felt guilty for using Dean to get her brother jealous. He was really nice and really liked her. 

"Earth to Lana."

"Oh, sorry I was thinking of something."

"It's nice to know that im such boring company that you are thinking of something else."

"No, your not boring."

"To late my ego is permanently ruined."

Lana smiled. 

"SO I was uh wondering if maybe you would like to go out sometime."

"Oh Dean I Cant. I'm kinda seeing someone." 

"Oh It's ok if you change your mind I'm always here."

"Thanks, Dean."

"Well I'd better go. Your brother should be here soon and I have some work I need to finish."

"Ok"

Lana walked Dean to the door and gave him a kiss in the cheek. "Thanks for coming to dinner."

"My pleasure. See you around."

"Bye"

Closing the door Lana started thinking about her brother. She was going to have sex with him tonight. Taking her clothes of she sat in the living room waiting for her brother to het home.

Sean came in through the door and put the keys down. He drove around for an hour or so. He was angry at himself. He shouldn't have left his sister here alone. What if she fell in love with Dean and left him.

He couldn't here anything in the house. He moved closer in and heard something that stopped him in his tracks. Moaning. Horrible thoughts of Lana with Dean went through his head. Anger surged through him and he all but ran to the living room. 

He stood in the doorway and watched as his sister pulled on her nipples and thrust two fingers in her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in thought. Her moaning increased and she started to pump faster. "Oh, Sean fuck me faster. Make your baby sister cum." 

Walking up to her he wasn't going to deny her any longer. He pulled her hand out of her pussy before she came. Her eyes flew open. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hi, your home. I was waiting for you."

Without saying a word he pulled her up from the couch and pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth. He explored her mouth with his tounge pressing her tight against his body.

"Lana, I'm sorry." Sean said finally breaking the kiss

"For what?" Lana whispered unable to speak any louder

"For hurting you, I shouldn't have tried to make you do something you didn't want to do. I was afraid that if I told you how I felt and something happened to you because of it, I would never forgive myself. I wanted to protect you."




The Art Of Seduction



Lana looked up into his eyes. They were so beautiful. She thought they were like hers but she was wrong. They were deep shades of grey with swirls of blue in it. He looked sad and worried. She could see that he meant what he said he just wanted to protect her but she could see something more. He loved her, he loved her like she loved him.

"Oh, Sean. I can protect myself. I'm old enough to realize how I feel. Sean I love you, I want YOU, only you." Lana wrapped her arms around Sean's neck and kissed him.

He didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. Sean lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he headed up the stairs to his room.

Laying his sister down on the bed he stopped for a moment to look at her. Her nipples were hard, and her breathing was ragged. He could see how wet she was.

"Sean touch me" Lana said despretly

"Wait baby I want to see you"

Finally he took his clothes off and laid next to her. Quickly Lana reached for Sean but he held her hand to his chest.

"What's wrong Sean?"

"Sweetheart if you touch me now it will be over before it starts."

Lana nodded and let Sean touch her. He started with her nipples. He pulled and tweaked them making them harder than they already were. He bent his head and sucked and licked her nipple while he pulled the other.

Sliding his hand down her belly he rubbed her pussy.

"Mmmmmm Sean touch me harder."

He slipped a finger in her pussy and thrust hard into her.

"Yes,yes, more"

Thrusting another finger in her Sean pulled on her nipple and Lana came with a loud moan.

Sean reached on his bedside drawer for a condom.

"No, Sean don't use a condom."

"What?"

"Sean I want to feel all of you inside me. I want to feel you come in me and make me pregnant."

Sean stared at his sister for a second.

"Lana are you sure, if we do this and you get pregnant we can't go back. Do you really want to have a baby now?"

"Yes, I do I want to have your baby. I want to touch my belly and know that we made it together. Let's make a baby Sean." Lana looked at at Sean hopefully.

"Ok, Lana lets make a baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want to see you carrying my child."

Lana kissed Sean hard and spread her legs. 

"Lets make a baby."

Sean positioned himself between her legs.

"I love you Lana" He then thrust into her in one move.

Lana's heart swelled with love. He finally said it. He loves her like she loves him.

"I love you too Sean"

Entwining their hands together Sean fucked her hard and fast. 

"Yes, baby fuck me. Make me come on your cock."

Sean lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Lana arched her back and came hard. 

With a groan Sean came. Pumping cum into her womb. Sean lay next to Lana breathing hard.

"Do you think we made a baby?"

"I don't know sweetheart maybe we should practice some more." Sean said feeling himself getting hard again.

Lana smiled. "Oh, I don't know. what if your not up for the job."

Pinning her down Sean kissed her. "Trust me baby I'm up for it."

Lana looked up into Sean's eyes. She loved him so much. She knew they were goin to be alright.