0 comments/ 54535 views/ 3 favorites The Life of Riley Ch. 01 By: droopy dog Even though this story is submitted under incest/taboo please don't give up on the story. It will live up to this categorization soon! My Name is Riley William Pruitt. People have always called me Bill. I'd like to relate a most unbelievable occurrence or occurrences that took place in my life beginning 25 years ago. I was 45 years old at the time and divorced from my first wife. I was sitting in a favorite hangout of mine one Friday night having a drink, when some friends introduced me to a woman named Cheryl. She was a cute petite red head. I guessed her to be 5 or 6 years younger than me. After a few mixed drinks, Cheryl loosened up considerably. She was leaning against me and touching my arm and even allowing me on one occasion to rest my hand on her ass. What she was lacking in the tit department she more than made up for in the ass department. Not a big ass mind you, but a nice tight round one. When she was ready to leave around midnight, I did the gentlemanly thing and offered her a ride home. As I pulled up in front of her house, she explained she would invite me in to spend the night but her kids were still up. I accepted defeat and leaned in for a kiss. Cheryl grabbed me and thrust her tongue down my throat and began dry humping me on the front seat of my old Chevy. I quickly made the best of the situation and reached inside her pants. I not only found one of the wettest pussies I'd ever encountered but one of the hairiest too! She pulled my uncircumcised prick out as I began stroking her clit. Knowing there was no way I was going to fuck her in this front seat I settled on the idea of a blow job. As she jacked off my hard cock I pushed her head toward it and said, "Suck my cock and I'll make you come too." Cheryl resisted at first, then pulled my foreskin back and wrapped her lips around my knob. She swallowed my entire length as I thrust 2 fingers in her wet snatch. When she began moaning and squirming on my fingers, I started fucking her face. With one hand in her pussy and the other on the back of her head I was making the old Chevy rock like it was on a country road. She tried to pull away as she felt my impending orgasm. I just held her head and shot what felt like a gallon down her throat. I guess as a way of getting even with me, she rose up and kissed me hard. As she stabbed her tongue in and out of my mouth I tasted traces of my own semen. I had Cheryl turn around and lie back against my chest. As I pushed my right hand back down into her now unfastened pants, I used my left hand to reach under her blouse and undo her bra. Her nipples were poking out like two big pencil erasers. The harder I pinched and twisted them, the harder she humped my hand. When I pulled my fingers out of her pants to taste her juices she moaned and thrust my hand back in her pants. Before long she reached a shuddering orgasm. I think she wet the front seat of the car. As she got out to go inside, we made plans to meet again the following Friday night. When I walked into the bar the following Friday night, I saw Cheryl was already there. She was well on her way to being drunk. As she stood to greet me I couldn't help but notice she was wearing a skirt. She was also perched upon the hottest looking pair of red "come fuck me pumps" I had ever seen. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and sat back down on her stool. As it was the only vacant one available, I stood beside her and began trying to catch up with her on drinks. Cheryl took my hand and placed it on her thigh. With a mischievous grin she slowly slid my hand up her leg and beneath her skirt. I was met by a wet hairy pussy unencumbered by any sign of panties. I'm not ashamed to admit, I got an instant hard-on. We kept on drinking and I kept on fingering Cheryl's hot snatch. I think she actually had an orgasm or two. She would reach out and rub my throbbing cock through my pants. This was doing nothing but driving me insane. Leonard, the owner and bartender of this place was an old friend of mine. I leaned over the bar and said to him. "Hey Len, let me have the key to the stockroom. I want to borrow it a few minutes." Knowing fully what I had in mind, Leonard handed them over. The stockroom was right next to the ladies restroom. I instructed Cheryl to wait 30 seconds and go to the restroom. I walked over as if to use the men's room and quickly unlocked and let myself in the stockroom. I kept the door cracked and observed Cheryl making her way to the lady's room. As she passed the stockroom door I reached out and pulled her inside sitting her on a stack of beer cases. I locked the door, turned to Cheryl and dropped my pants. There in all its glory was my hard cock, leaking massive amounts of pre-cum, staring Cheryl in the face. She looked so sexy as she stuck her tongue out and caught a string of pre-cum on her tongue. I let her lick and suck me for only a couple of minutes before pulling her to her feet. I spun her around and bent her over the stack of boxes she had been sitting on. I flipped up her skirt, knelt behind her and ran my tongue from her clit to her asshole. She giggled and shook her ass at me as I stood back up. I took hold of her hips and buried my aching cock to the hilt in her sopping pussy. She let out a groan I was afraid the whole bar would hear. I raised her up a bit and grabbed onto her titties as I slammed in and out of her pussy. Her petite tits were made for abuse. I twisted and pulled and pinched for all they were worth as she fucked me as hard as I fucked her. Now I've never figured out if women ejaculate during an orgasm or if it's just their bladder letting go of a stream of piss. All I know is when Cheryl let go this time she soaked my cock and balls. The boxes she was bent over were dripping. Just as she finished with her geyser, I let one go inside her hot snatch. She pushed back on me getting my spewing cock as deep inside her as possible. I collapsed over her back as she continued to wiggle and squirm until my softening cock popped out of her pussy. We re-dressed and straightened our clothes up and returned to the bar one at a time. Another patron gave up his stool to Cheryl as I discreetly handed Leonard his key back. He gave me a sly wink as he took them from me. I've often wondered if anyone came along and sat in the puddle of jizz that Cheryl left on her barstool. That evening when I took her home, Cheryl told me to come over the next morning for Saturday brunch. I would then get to meet her kids. The next morning I was nervous as a teenager on a first date. I knocked on the door and was greeted by Cheryl. She looked good in her short shorts and low heels. As she seated me at the table her kids came from everywhere. Jenny was the youngest, at about 9. Julie was next. She was about 11. Brian looked as if he was 13 or 14. "I thought you told me you had four kids?" I asked Cheryl "I do. Kristy is still in her bedroom. The kid's rooms are in the basement. ." Cheryl replied. Just as she was telling me Kristy would be 18 in a couple of weeks, Kristy came into the room. If I would have had a mouthful of food, I would have choked to death. Kristy stood about 5'6" tall and most of that were legs. She also had the most perfect ass possible perched atop those legs. Her long brown hair reached all the way down to that perfect ass too! After drinking in all of these features, I noticed her tits. They weren't huge, but they were, were, well they were just perfect too! They put her mother's to shame. I would have estimated them at a healthy C-cup. They stood out there proud and firm. The fact that she was wearing the shortest of shorts and a tube top helped display all of her charms. I was introduced to everyone and we made small talk during our meal. It was hard not to keep staring at Kristy. I focused my attention on Cheryl and hung on her every word. Later that afternoon as Cheryl and I sat in her backyard enjoying a couple of cold ones, I damn near had a stroke. Kristi came out in her bikini to sunbathe. There wasn't much material required in the construction of this bikini. The icing on the cake was the two little heart shaped cutouts. One was on her left tit, and the other on her right ass cheek. What I wouldn't have given to plant a wet kiss on both of those hearts. After about an hour and a half of pure torture, with a lot of squirming around to get my boner situated, Kristi got up and went inside. As she passed Cheryl and me she partially bared one of her sweet ass cheeks by pulling her suit bottoms aside. "Mom, does it look like I'm getting any more tan?" She asked Cheryl As I struggled to catch my breath, Kristi bounced up the back porch stairs and into the house. Cheryl called Kristi out a bit later and gave her money. She asked Kristi to take the two girls to the park and get them ice cream too. She said Brian was off with friends. Kristi complained a bit but did as her mom asked. No sooner than they were out of site did Cheryl turned to me and said, "They will all be gone for a while. Let's me and you go in and FUCK!" She took me by the hand and dragged me to her bedroom. She was naked in a flash, and lying flat on her back on the bed. As soon as I got naked I wasted no time in burying my face in her hot bush. I ate Cheryl through two loud orgasms before rolling over for her to return the favor. She had other plans though. She straddled me and rode my cock like a bucking bronco. Every time I got close to cumming she would reach down and squeeze my cock till the urge subsided. After 4 or 5 of her "interruptions" I was determined to fill her full of my load. I pushed her off me and onto her back. I got both the bends of her knees in the crook of my arms and viciously assaulted her wet pussy. I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked a woman in my life. Our sweaty bodies made loud cracking sounds as they smacked together. Just as I buried my cock to the hilt and started cumming, Cheryl let go with another of her cum showers. If the windows were open, the neighbors heard her squeal. When we caught our breath, we were lying on soaked sheets. Cheryl went to the bathroom on wobbly legs first, followed soon after by me. By the time the kids got home, the bed was changed and we were looking respectable. I sat and watched TV with Cheryl and Kristi for a while after the other three had went to bed. When it was time to go I realized I had left my sunglasses out on their patio. Cheryl offered to go retrieve them as I waited by the front door. Kristi was sitting on the couch as I waited. She looked at me with a lecherous grin and asked, "So did you give mom a good fucking while we were out of the way? My eyes must have bugged out when she said this. She said, "Oh come on. I heard her on the phone with my aunt last night. I heard how you fucked her doggie style in the bar's stockroom. Sounds like you put it to her good." "I don't think your mom would like you talking to me like this!" I told her "What mom doesn't know won't hurt her." She said "And I bet mom's don't look as good as these." As she said this she stood as if to go to her room. She turned toward me and pulled her tube top down. Both of those succulent breasts were there right before my eyes. She gave them a good squeeze and a shake too before putting them back in her top. "Good night Bill." She said as her mom came back into the room. I watched that sweet ass turn and head for her bedroom. Cheryl kissed me goodnight at the door. She groped my cock as we kissed. "My God Bill, is that thing always hard?" Cheryl asked I lied and told her she had that effect on me. She had no idea that I fully intended to use that hard cock on sweet little Kristy. And soon too! The Life of Riley Ch. 01 A two part story of a young woman who describes her wonderful life Hi there. My name is Suzi Riley and I have a most wonderful life. The only depressing thing about it is that while I have a great many friends, family, and acquaintances who all know me to be a happy, vivacious, socially conscious and committed woman, there is only one person in the world who knows what makes my life so truly special. So I thought I would take this opportunity to describe for you, a select few friends and readers, what a typical day in my life is like. So you can see and judge what it is that makes everything in my life so glorious. But first, a little background biographical history. I grew up in a middle class family, an only, but never lonely, child. I went through the typical teenage rebellion and angst, but, in general, I had a comfortable and caring family life. Though never the 'Belle of the Ball', I had a lot of friends, both female and male, and while I occasionally dated in both high school and college, I never had, nor particularly wanted, a steady boyfriend. There just never seemed to be anyone who tickled my particular fancy. And my interests and drive, even in my teen years, lay in other directions ... what might be called social awareness and activism. Given my commitment in that area, I just never had the time, nor the inclination, to pursue any romantic entanglements. I went to, and graduated from a well regarded college, and then went on to get my MBA with honors at an even more prestigious university. I was thus set up for, and was offered a number of very well paying, potentially fast track positions in the business world. But my passion and desire for how to use my talents propelled me to travel another path. To the surprise, and even consternation of my business school peers, I entered the not-for -profit world of charitable and community service activities. Over the next several years, I was involved in a multitude of projects, and rapidly worked my way up through the ranks to an executive position, and director's level on many of them. It was hard, oftentimes frustrating and heartrending, but always exhilarating and satisfying to be doing such important and fulfilling work. It was while I was on a fund raising circuit for one of these projects, running shelters and halfway houses for abused women and unwed homeless mothers, that my life took its most interesting turn. I was scheduled to meet with an assistant financial officer at a highly successful private investment banking firm, to try to secure a contribution, and possibly even a partial sponsorship. I was waiting outside this gentleman's office, when his door opened, and a very handsome, fit looking, late thirtyish appearing man walked out. He glanced at me, seemed startled for a moment, and then smiled a very nice smile, nodded a hello, and then began to walk away. As he did so, the secretary announced me through the intercom to someone still inside the office. "A Miss Suzi Riley is here to see you for her appointment, sir." Upon hearing this, the man who had just departed the office stopped, turned on his heel, and came back to me. "Did I hear that your name is Riley?" He asked very politely. "Yes." I answered, a touch flustered. "Suzi Riley." "What a coincidence." He said. "My first name is Riley. How do you do." He added, seeming genuinely interested. "Very well, thank you." I responded, not at all sure what this was all about. "And what might you be here to see Mr. Miller about, if you excuse me for asking." He seemed so sincere in seeming to want to know, that it would have been rude not to reply, even though this was not at all how I had envisioned beginning to make my pitch. "I represent the 'Safe Haven' project for abused women and homeless unwed mothers, And I'm here to see Mr. Miller about a possible contribution and funding." "Ah, the 'Safe Haven' project. I've heard some very good things about that. And I'd love to hear more." He turned back to the secretary, who was staring at him in amazement. "Tell Miller that I'll be talking to Miss Riley about her project myself." He turned back to me, and smiled sheepishly. "That is, of course, as long as you don't mind." Still somewhat taken aback, but beguiled by his smile and apparent earnestness, I replied hesitantly, "No. I guess not. But I also think that it would be nice to know more about to whom I will be talking. Beyond Riley ..." His smile then broadened to what could honestly be called dazzling, before returning to a more sheepish, even shy one again. "Oh yes, of course. Please forgive me. My name is Riley Jenkins, and I'm the owner of this company." And so I was led to, and ushered into the inner sanctum of the owner and CEO of R. Jenkins and Associates, where, for the next hour, I went into great detail about every aspect, hope and aspiration I had for the 'Safe Haven' project. Never before had I ever had such a prolonged and attentive audience, and at the end of the hour I was given a personal check for five figures, and a company draft for six figures, with the promise for an ongoing sponsorship. I left his office in a daze. In my entire career, I had never had such a successful fund raising experience. I learned soon after that R. Jenkins and Associates was quietly known for being very involved in charitable endeavors, but I doubted whether they had ever contributed so much after such a short period of time and presentation. It was about two weeks later, well after the checks had cleared, that I received a personal call from Mr. Riley Jenkins. After some initial pleasantries, he went on to assure me that his phone call had nothing to do with the contributions he had made, nor with his company's ongoing plans to be a continuing sponsor. When I politely asked what it WAS about, there was a silence on the other end for several seconds, then a hesitant query about whether I might have any interest in having dinner with him some night. After a surprised pause on my end, I answered that I never thought that it was a good idea to mix business with pleasure, and go out with someone with whom I had a professional relationship. I didn't add that I hadn't dated anyone, business-associated or not, for several years. From the sound of his voice, I could almost visualize his crestfallen look as he replied that he understood, and to please forgive him. For reasons that I couldn't then explain, I shocked myself by saying that I hadn't meant that exceptions couldn't be made, and that I would indeed very much enjoy having dinner with him. And so, I had my first date with Riley Jenkins. He took me to a small, quiet, but very elegant and upscale restaurant, where we proceeded to slowly dine and converse over the next several hours. He proved to be a courteous, polite and, most importantly, the most attentive person I had ever met. I had never before had anyone listen to me with such apparent interest, and while he would occasionally ask questions, it was I who did most of the talking. In response to his asking and followup queries, I told him in depth about my upbringing, my time in school, and my drive and passion for my vocation and causes. I then shocked even myself by telling him many things about my personal life, my inner needs and wants ... things I had never discussed with anyone before ... maybe not even with myself in such stark fashion. Things that I was sure that after telling him, would drive him away, as they had been the likely cause of my never having formed a strong or lasting attachment with anyone else before. Through it all, he paid rapt attention, and before I knew it, four hours had flown by. As he took me home, and gave me a chaste goodnight kiss on the cheek, I was sure that I was seeing the last of Riley Jenkins. He then surprised me by asking if he could take me to the Ballet the next week, as I had mentioned earlier in the evening that I loved to go to it, but rarely did. I immediately said yes, and our second night out together was thus arranged. Over the next few months, he took me out virtually every Friday or Saturday night, and sometimes both. After that first night, I made sure to include him far more in our conversations, to get to know him better, which I was able to do. But invariably, he was always able to bring the focus and subject back to me. It soon became evident, even to me, that I was being seriously courted, though not in any overtly aggressive manner. Much later on, he confided to me that he had fallen head over heels for me on that very first day in his office. What surprised me at that point, though, was that given the time and attention he had been lavishing on me, he had not made any attempt to initiate any intimate relations with me. Over the years, I had had a number of sexual dalliances, purely for the sake of enjoyment, which had never gone anywhere beyond that. Nor, given my proclivities, had I ever wanted them to. I didn't know at the time if Riley's apparent hesitancy to proceed in this direction was that he was old fashioned, being overly gallant, or that he just wasn't sure what my receptivity would be in the matter. I decided that I needed to let him know in some way that such actions on his part would be VERY welcome. I set my plan in motion by inviting him over to my apartment one evening for a home cooked dinner. I pulled out all the stops, with candlelight, champagne, and my mother's favorite recipes from soup to nuts. He couldn't have been more complimentary in his praise of every facet of the evening. Finally, after probably too many glasses of champagne to fortify my resolve, I dropped some not too unsubtle hints of where my real interests in the evening lay. Riley Jenkins had not become a highly successful titan of the financial world by failing to recognize a sure thing when he saw it, and in a very short period of time, we were in my bedroom, both naked, and in each other's arms. He began my offered conquest by exploring my entire body with his lips and tongue. He slowly and sensuously started his sojourn behind my neck and ears, worked his way down my back, and then around to spend some delightful time with my breasts. He then moved on to probe my navel, before proceeding on to lick around both of my buttocks, lightly going up and down the crack, before traveling down my legs to complete his journey by swirling his tongue around and between each of my toes. My body was absolutely aflame, and actually tingling as he then shimmied up between my legs, pushing with his face to finally reach the center of my sexual being. I trembled in breathless anticipation as he first softly blew on my exposed bud, then flicked at it lightly with the tip of his tongue, before capturing it more firmly between his upper lip and a fuller extension of his tongue. The sensation was almost excruciating in its sweetness as he rolled it between lip and tongue, and as I suddenly gripped the bed covers at my sides and arched my back, he took that as a signal to start thrusting his tongue deep within my inner recesses. Wave upon wave of exquisite joy surged through me, as I could feel my juices pouring over his forging tongue. It seemed to go on forever, well over a minute and more like two, before slowly subsiding as I lay there panting as if I had just completed a marathon. As this first climax came to an end, his attentions to me did not. Though his tongue had stopped darting, it continued to nuzzle and softly flick. My mind came back to a calmness, but my core once again began to arouse. This time the fire built more slowly, more fully, and, if possible, more deeply, and my full throated growl must have alerted him to my state, as fingers then joined lips and tongue to drive forth, and bring on the most shuddering, shattering, and ultimately exhausting orgasm I could have ever imagined. It went on beyond time as he refused to subside, until I could take no more, and screamed ... no begged for him to stop lest I be consumed by the overwhelming heat of my ecstacy. He heard my pleas, and mercifully brought his attentions to an end. I was so dazed by the depth of the response such as I had never before experienced, that I was scarcely aware of him easing up to my side and enveloping me in his arms. It was with our bodies so joined in this way, that ... I am embarrassed to say even to this day ... in my total exhaustion, possibly coupled with too many glasses of champagne, and wrapped so securely in his protective embrace, I fell asleep. It was certainly a most contented sleep, but what I still remember about it even now were the dreams. I don't think that I had ever had many sexual dreams before, but I did that night, involving every kind of sexual activity my sleeping brain could possibly conceive ... and they all starred Riley Jenkins. I'm not sure, but I think I came again in my sleep. All I know is that when I started to slowly awaken the next morning, I was still very moist What woke me was probably my sense that he was no longer next to me. Opening my eyes, I spied him on the other side of my room, just finishing getting dressed, as he got ready to go to work. It was then that the horrible realization suddenly hit me, and I sat bolt upright on my bed. "Riley, I'm so sorry." I exclaimed. "I don't know what happened. It's just that it was ... so phenomenal. I've never experienced anything like it, that I ... I ..." I hung my head in shame. "... I didn't take care of you." I don't know what I expected at that moment, but it wasn't a laugh. A genuine, good natured laugh. He came over, kissed me on my forehead, and quietly said, "Giving you pleasure is all the pleasure I need." He then asked if he could call me later, and as I nodded a dazed yes, he gave me his spectacular smile, bent forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. He then turned and left for work. As he did so, leaving me disheveled but bedazzled in my bedroom, I was never in my life so certain of anything as I was then of two things. First, ...that I had a keeper on my hands. And second, and most importantly ... that I loved Riley Jenkins with all my heart and soul. Events moved quickly after that night. We began spending almost all of our private time together. I made sure from that point on to never again fail to take care of his needs, as he most assuredly always took care of mine. While I had known before that we shared similar passions and interests in public activities and social causes, as we got to know each other more intimately, it became a wonder to me ... in both senses of the word ... to discover how closely our private and personal wants and needs meshed so perfectly together. I was almost bewitched by what Riley was awakening in me. No, a more accurate word, as time went on, was what he unleashed in me. The more I asked of him, the more he gave. And when I began to demand, he gave even more. Happily. And ardently. It was also as if I had unlocked some seed deep within him as well, which itself was then being allowed to come to fruition. What we were growing into, and drawing from each other, seemed more than companionship, more than partnership, more even than love. We complimented and completed each other into a whole that was definitely, pardon the cliche, far more than the sum of our beings. And that has continued to grow and evolve so wondrously even to this day. Time back then, though, moved as if in a blur, as he continued to sweep me completely off my feet, striving to meet all of my wants, needs, whims and desires which I so slowly revealed to him, and so many more that he discovered on his own. Within six short months we were engaged, and less than six months after that, we were wed. We have been married a fair number of years now, and the bloom has never come off of the rose, as our relationship and commitment, and what we have come to mean and need from each other, has continued to deepen and flower. At first I had continued to work as a director at my public service organization, but my husband soon after convinced me, given the degree of wealth which I now personally enjoyed through him, that I could be so much more effective, and do so much more good work in the areas in which I was most interested, if he helped me set up a private philanthropic concern, which I would run. And I do, to this very day. Using our seed money, and utilizing his innumerable contacts in the financial world for further funding and development, we have built up an amazing organization which has become well recognized and applauded as a model in the field. I still work extremely hard, maybe even more so at times than before, but it is so much more rewarding, and so much less frustrating and heart wrenching, as I can do things now the way I know they should be done, and actually get them done. But I did promise you all a description of a typical day in my life as it is today, so that you can see what it is beyond all this, that makes my life so very special. I fear, however, that I must ask for your indulgence and patience, loyal readers, as I have to postpone this discussion until tomorrow. I find that I must suddenly pay some special attention to my husband at the moment, and that need comes first. I vow that I will return to complete my story on the morrow, as I trust that you all will as well. The Life of Riley Ch. 02 I saw Cheryl several times over the next 2 weeks. On the Friday of Kristi's 18th birthday I was once again invited for dinner. After everyone had given her their presents (consisting of kiddy gifts from the siblings to clothing from her mom) I presented her with a small box. It was obvious it was from a jewelry store as she removed the wrapping paper. I got a kick out of watching her eyes sparkle as she opened it to discover the gold chain I had bought her. I got even more pleasure from the hug I received for the gift. I wanted the hug to last longer as I savored the feeling of those firm teen tits against my chest. Had the entire family not been watching, I would have treated myself to a long lingering rub on that beautiful ass. Later that evening as we were all sitting out back Kristi said, "Mom I'm 18 now. Do you think I could have a beer?" "Absolutely not young lady!" Cheryl replied "Oh come on, she's 18 now and it's her birthday!" I chimed in "Well, maybe just one." Cheryl relented "Or two or three." I whispered as Kristy ran by towards the kitchen door. Pretending to keep getting beers for myself, I kept Kristi's glass filled the rest of the evening. Part of the bargaining process for Kristi's permission to drink, was her doing the dinner dishes. I smiled to myself as she walked inside looking a bit tipsy to fulfill her end of the deal. I kissed and groped her mom a few times before excusing myself to use the restroom. On the way back outside I stopped to admire Kristi's fine form, standing at the kitchen sink. She told me once again how much she liked her new necklace. I stepped up behind her on the false pretense of making sure she had it securely fastened. As she pulled her long luxurious hair to the side she leaned back against me. When I ground my crotch against her ass, I'm sure she could feel my hard cock. Throwing caution to the wind and counting on her state of inebriation, I reached around and cupped those beautiful tits. As I carefully kneaded and squeezed her twin beauties, she pushed back and let me hump her sweet ass. Fearing her mother's discovery, I stepped away and gave her ass a loving pat as I headed outside. I guess the day's alcohol had affected Cheryl too. As we sat facing one another on the picnic bench, she kept pulling her shorts aside and flashing me her hairy pussy. I reached out and fingered her till she was on the verge of raping me on the spot. I thought I was doing a damn fine job with mom. Even though my thoughts and heart were in that kitchen with her hot teenage daughter. I convinced Cheryl to pull her shorts aside enough to masturbate for me. She leaned back to afford me a good view. I watched as she separated her thick mat of hair and exposed her engorged clit. As she stroked it I inserted first one then two fingers in her slit. With thoughts of Kristi in my mind, I unfastened my pants and pulled my hard cock out. I sat and jacked off while enjoying the show Cheryl was giving me. She began whimpering and squirming on the bench and I quickened my stroke. When we were unbelievably close to cumming we were interrupted by the slamming of the back door. Kristi said, "Mom, Jenny is yelling for you to come downstairs." Cheryl pulled her hand from her shorts and I painfully stuffed my hard cock back in my pants. Cheryl jumped up and headed in the house swearing under her breath. Kristi came over and sat down directly in front of me where her mom had been. "I bet I interrupted something didn't I?" she asked. I replied, "No what makes you say that?" Kristi said, "The front of your pants look like they're going to burst, and the air smells like pussy!" I just sat there dumbfounded. When Kristi asked once again what I was doing, I asked if she would prefer to see what I was doing. She quickly nodded yes. I looked around to make sure the coast was clear as I once again removed my hard cock from the confines of my pants. Kristi stared intently as I stroked my foreskin up and down the shaft. "I've never seen an uncircumcised one before." She said I asked her if she wanted to touch it but she refused. I asked her to pull her shorts aside and give me a look at her pussy, like her mom was doing for me. She once again refused my request. "I can do this though!" Kristi said She reached up and pulled the knot loose on her halter top. Once again those gorgeous tits were right before my eyes. I stared at them as I stroked my cock harder. When I leaned forward to give them the sucking and licking they deserved, she moved out of my reach. "You can't touch them. You just look at them. Aren't they much nicer than mom's? Kristi said "I could just mumble an inaudible reply and nod my head. By the time she began to pull and pinch her nipples, I was beating off at a lightening pace. I asked her if she had ever seen a man shoot his load. She said she had not. I told her if she kept up the show she was going to see it up close and personal. As Kristi looked on I felt my cock begin to pulse. I was sitting close enough that my first shot hit her tight tanned stomach. The second and third managed to land on her creamy smooth thighs. Rather than being offended by this, Kristi used two fingers and massaged my jizz into her skin. I would have probably blown another load had she rubbed it on her tits or better yet, tasted my load. But I sat there entranced as she used my spunk as skin cream. As she got up to go inside she remarked, "I feel I owe you something for the demonstration." She unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties to mid thigh. Where her mom was unbelievably hairy, Kristi had sparse straight cunt hair. It looked almost if it had been professionally waxed or trimmed. When I asked, she assured me it was natural. She quickly pulled her shorts up, ran her hand inside the front and wiped a finger under my nose as she walked back inside the house. I sat there savoring her sweet yet musky scent. I was till sitting there reliving what had just taken place when Cheryl returned. She picked up where we had left off. I had to do some fast excuse making to give my spent dick time to recover. I acted as if the kids would catch us again. This is when Cheryl asked me to spend the night. I agreed heartily on the off chance Kristi and I might have another encounter. Cheryl and I were in the living room enjoying some TV before going to bed. I was sitting in the recliner and Cheryl was lying on the couch. Kristi soon made paying any kind of attention to the television impossible. She walked in the living room wearing her PJ's. These were the hottest looking little baby doll pajamas I had ever seen. The top was split up each side, and only held together with a small tie on each side. The bottoms were a miniscule bikini which hugged her tight ass like a second skin. She lay in the floor on her stomach between my chair and the TV. From my vantage point, I could clearly see the entire sides of her tits. She then began to wiggle and sway her ass back and forth as she watched TV. Checking to make sure Cheryl was looking at the TV and not at me; I took in all of Kristi's beauty. What I would have given to got up out of that chair, ripped off that cock teases panties, and buried my cock in her while her mom looked on. I sat there practically drooling for an hour, until Cheryl suggested we go to bed. As we turned out the lights and went to Cheryl's bedroom, I had made up my mind to take out my frustrations on her hairy cunt. I was going to fuck her till the cum (or piss) was dripping in the floor. When we started, I began with a good tongue lashing of her pussy. I licked and sucked until she was close to breaking my nose from humping it so hard. When I finally got her rocks off, I lay back and commanded her to suck my cock. I wasn't going to settle for a quiet serene blow job either. I wrapped my hand in her red hair and fucked her mouth like it was a hot piece of pussy. When she tried to pull away, I would pinch on of her hard brown nipples and stick my cock halfway down her throat. When my cock was to the bursting point, I told her to get on all fours. I knelt behind her and slapped her ass as I rammed my cock up her pussy. She gave a loud grunt and was soon pushing back for me to go deeper. I squeezed and kneaded her ass as I continued to pound into her pussy. I was feeling like I could go on all night when I glanced towards the bedroom door. There in the pale reflection of a street lamp was Kristi. She was naked as the day she was born. One hand was playing with her nipples and the other was busy stroking her pussy. She obviously was enjoying the show. Between her hot tight body and her mom's hot soppy pussy, I lost all control. Kristi had already seen me shoot a load, so I deposited this one deep in her mom's snatch. By the time I climbed off Cheryl's ass and headed toward the bathroom, Kristi had gone back downstairs. I was sitting at the table the next morning, reading the paper while Cheryl cooked breakfast. Since it was Saturday, the younger siblings had devoured a quick bowl of cereal and headed off to friends houses. Kristi came upstairs to the dinning table still dressed in those cock teasing pajamas. As she reached for the comics I was treated to a nice view of her pink nipples. She noticed me staring and gave her titties a shake for me. "Did you enjoy the show last night?" I asked her She responded right back with, "I looked like I was enjoying it didn't I?" "Did you get yourself off?" I questioned She proceeded to tell me that she had to go downstairs and finish herself off on her bed. I told her I would have been glad to assist in any way. She told me she fucked herself with her hairbrush handle while she rubbed her clit. When she told me her pussy still felt swollen, she went so far as to pull her bottoms aside and let me see her puffy swollen pussy lips. She just smiled when I told her it looked delicious and licked my lips. Our teasing banter came to a quick end when Cheryl appeared with plates of food. I have neglected to tell you up till now about Cheryl's marital situation. Her husband (and the kid's dad) had abandoned her when Jenny, the youngest was only a month old. Through sacrifice, long hours and plain old hard work Cheryl had managed to take care of herself and kids. She still had difficulty sometimes. I guess this is partly the reason for what came next. After about 3 months of dating, spending the night and basically living there, Cheryl and I visited a justice of the peace one Saturday afternoon and got married. I'm sure my income let Cheryl breathe a bit easier and I guess I got an instant family. Kristy seemed to take perverse pleasure in teasing her new step dad. She would come out of the bathroom naked after a shower and give me a half hearted oops! I caught her watching me fuck her mom on many occasions. Once when we came in drunk from a Sat. night party I took Cheryl on the couch. Kristy actually sneaked in and rubbed her tits on my back while I done her mom doggie style. Talk about blowing your load! I was turned around looking at those sweet tits while pumping a load in her mom's snatch. It was about this time when I started going down to the basement to "tuck the kids in bed" I would quickly see to the young ones and then, hurry to Kristy's room. I would stand beside her bed and play with her tits at first. This progressed to her letting me finger her pussy. Eventually I would pull my cock out and the hot little tease would reach up and jack her step daddy off while he diddled her pussy. Several times we shared an orgasm while her mom slept in the room directly above. My job was only a half mile or so from Cheryl's/my home. As I got an hour for lunch, I usually came home for whatever was left over in the fridge. Kristi usually sat with me at lunch and had a good old time flashing me her tits, ass and occasionally her sweet pussy. One Wednesday I brought home some porno magazines from a friend at work. These were some graphic magazines. They showed couples engaged in all forms of sex. I told Kristi to look at them while I had lunch. She seemed especially interested in the pictures of the girls getting their pussies eaten. I told her how much her mom enjoyed it when I ate her to an orgasm. I also told her I would be glad to demonstrate it on her if she wanted to see what a hot tongue was like. She was hesitant. I told her to keep the magazines hidden in her room and we would talk about it later. When I came in for lunch on Friday, Kristi was not at the table as usual. I ate quickly and went looking for her in her room. I soon found her naked on her bed. She was frigging that little pussy for all it was worth as she looked at all the pictures in the magazine. I pulled my hard cock out and told her I would take over rubbing her clit if she would give me a hand job. She wrapped her hand around my meat as I inserted a finger in her slit. She flipped pages with one hand as she stroked my cock with the other. I had her humping and squirming in no time. I held my orgasm back until she shuddered through hers. Then to my surprise, she aimed my cock at those hot titties and let me shoot my load all over them. She then took my cock and proceeded to rub the jizz all over her tits with it. "I've decided I want you to lick my pussy tomorrow." Kristi said to me "Its mom's Saturday to work and I'll make the kids go out all day." I told her she was in for a real treat. If she enjoyed getting fingered to orgasm, she was in for some real fun. The next morning I was anxious as hell. I practically threw Cheryl out the back door. It was excruciating waiting for everyone to finish their breakfast and get the hell out! When everyone had been gone for about an hour, Kristi appeared in the dinning room gloriously naked. I led her to her mother's and my bed. She stood still as I squeezed her ass and ran my tongue over her nipples. After just a few seconds of this I was pleased to discover that she was practically dripping. I had her lay on the bed on her back. I placed a pillow under her ass to elevate that sweet pussy for me. When she questioned why I was taking my pants off I told her I would probably jack off as I ate her pussy. She watched as my erect cock sprang from my underwear when I pulled them down. I started by kissing her tight tanned stomach. From there I kissed up and down the inside of each thigh. When my tongue touched her pussy she let out a moan that reminded me of her mother. I zeroed in on her clit and began my assault. I flicked at it, I dragged my tongue over it, I sucked it and I even nipped at it with my teeth. She was soon thrashing about and moaning for more. Several times I brought her to the edge and let her slowly fall back. When I decided she was ready I stared licking her nub and didn't stop. When I reached up and began rolling her nipples, her orgasm came on like a freight train. I kept my tongue firmly on her clit, so when she twitched she actually rubbed against my tongue. When she settled down she said, "My god you were right! That's incredible. When I climbed up between her legs she looked startled and asked what I was doing. "There's no way I'm letting a wet pussy like that go to waste." I told her Before she could reply, I pushed forward and slid my cock in the hottest pussy I'd ever had. Just as I entered her I encountered resistance. Holy shit this hot babe was still a virgin. I pulled back a bit and just as she said wait, I plunged in. I felt my balls hit that sweet ass. I leaned down and sucked her tits as I stroked in and out of her pussy. It was hot and it was tight. After a while she wrapped her legs around me and was pushing up to meet my thrusts. Knowing she wasn't on any kind of birth control, I pulled my cock out and sandwiched it between us as I came. She didn't say anything as she went to the bathroom to clean up. As I joined her there I said, "That's only a sample of what's in store for you. I think I'll start fucking you just as much if not more than your mom." She just looked at me and went to her room. That night Cheryl was her typical randy self. She was trying her damnedest to get me to fuck her as soon as we went to bed. I told her to first let me check on the kids. I headed straight for Kristi's room. She was sitting on the side of the bed brushing her long hair. I walked in and said, "Your mom wants some cock. You're going to have to get it hard for me so I can fuck her." I walked up and pulled my cock out of my shorts and she took it in her mouth. I was hard as steel in seconds. As much as I would have liked to fucked daughter again I knew mom was waiting upstairs for me. I gave Kristi's tits a squeeze and told her to come up and watch if she wanted to. Later as Cheryl was riding me, I looked over to see Kristi standing naked by the bedroom door. She was pulling and twisting her nipples. Just the sight of her made me lose control and blow a load in Cheryl's hairy snatch. The next day being Sunday, the entire family stuck pretty close to home. Kristi teased me mercilessly all day. She had even become so bold as to grope my cock when no one was around. I was so frustrated I didn't visit her room and flat refused to fuck Cheryl at bedtime. I was treated to the cold shoulder the next morning as she went to work. By lunch time I was a raw nerve. I couldn't get Kristi's hot little ass off my mind. When I sat down to eat she came strolling through in her hot pants and halter top. I began my moves ever so stealthily. In a matter of minutes I was naked from the waist down and hidden by the table. I asked Kristi to turn the TV on in the living room. I usually watched the noon news while I ate lunch. When she turned from the TV, I was on her in a flash. My hard cock was absolutely throbbing. "Here is what happens to little cock teases!" I told her I ripped the flimsy halter from her in one tug. Her tits gave the sweetest jiggle as they sprang free. I took her by the arms and forced her to the floor. I shredded her little hot pants and panties too. As much as she tried to get away, I was too much for her. I forced her legs apart with mine and plowed my cock into her pussy. "I'm going to start fucking your little ass anytime and anywhere!" I said to her through clenched teeth "You'll suck my cock anytime I want it too." Several more thrusts and I yanked my cock out and shot my load all over her face. Must have been from all the teasing and denial the day before. It was a huge load. As I left her to return to work, she was lying there with spunk dripping off her chin and running all down her tits. The Life of Riley Ch. 02 Welcome back, dear friends. My husband begs me to thank you all profusely for allowing me the time to deal with certain issues between us that required my urgent correction. But now, without further ado and preamble, I would like to describe for you, as promised, a typical day in my life, as it has evolved over the years together with the person who is without any doubt the love of my life. On a usual work day, my husband gets up before me in the morning, about 5 AM. He likes to get into work early, usually by 7, as he can get so much more done when he's there virtually alone, before the rest of his staff arrive. It also sets a very good example for them, and it's probably one of the many small reasons why he has such a successful and lucrative business. His early arrival in the morning also has the important benefit to me, that he is able on most nights to get home at a reasonable hour, usually before me. Before he leaves in the morning, he wakes me with a kiss, generally around 6:15. I spend a more leisurely amount of time getting ready, having the breakfast and coffee he has prepared and left for me, while reading the paper he had already brought in. I arrive at my office around 8:30, and spend a busy morning setting agendas, approving strategic plans, and making phone calls to higher level contacts and benefactors. Over the years I have put together a highly efficient and dedicated staff, culled mostly from the best of the people I had worked with in the past, who had seen and grabbed the opportunity to do the things to which we are all committed, in a better way with me. They now do most of the daily nitty-gritty work, leaving me to oversee the grand design, and to grease the skids for the overall funding necessary to make all of our projects thrive. By noon, I am ready to leave for lunch, which I have every day with my husband. We alternate among several high end restaurants around his office. He is usually there before me, seated at a table, and as the Maitre-D guides me to my place, my husband jumps up, a delighted smile on his face, as he greets me with a kiss, and pulls out my chair for me to be seated, before sitting back down himself. For reasons that will be apparent later, lunch is his biggest meal of the day. He usually orders soup, salad, and an entree, but he knows that I keep a watchful eye to make sure that he is eating healthy. I want to keep him around for a good long time. I keep things light for myself, a soup or a salad only, as I generally go to our country club later in the afternoon to play tennis, and I don't like to play with a full stomach. We usually spend about an hour dining together, and enjoyably discussing our morning's activities and plans for the rest of the afternoon. I often have people that I want him to call for me, to lend his influential voice to requests I have made. Upon finishing our meal and our time together, and he goes back to work, I also go back to my office for only an hour or so, to tie up loose ends for the day, before traveling to our club for my daily tennis game. While I have come to enjoy playing tennis, as it helps keep me in good condition, it is even more important in the people that I play with, the wives of the movers and shakers that keep my organization financially sound and able to do the things I need and want it to do. Feeling pleasantly tired after two hours, and three sets, I drive home without changing out of my tennis garb. I like to bathe at home. After passing through the electronically controlled gate, and down the long, tree lined driveway, I come to what can only be described as my dream house. Not too large for just the two of us, it is situated set back on a lovely and secluded thirty acres. Pulling into the garage, I am happy to note that my husband's car is there before me. There are some days when his work forces him to get home late, as occurred yesterday, and on those days I am not pleased. But most of the time he is able to arrange things so that he is home to greet me when I arrive. Entering our house through the garage entrance, I step through to the main entrance foyer, where I am met with the sight that never ceases to thrill me to my core... My husband ... on the floor of the hallway, naked on his hands and knees, forehead pressed to the ground, and arms stretched out before him, palms up in obeisance ... My slave. I believe, at this point, that I need to digress a bit again, to provide some further explanation. I had mentioned earlier that on our first dinner date together, emboldened by his undivided attention, I had revealed to Riley things about myself, and my personal and private life, that I had never discussed with anyone before. And I was almost instantly horrified that I had done so, firmly believing that it would drive him away in a heartbeat. What I told him that night was that while in my everyday public life I was forever committed and dedicated to actions and causes that would help those in need and less fortunate than myself, in my private life, for reasons that I have never been able to fully understand, I have a great need to be in total control ... to be the center of all attention ... to have my wants and needs be of the most paramount importance. This, undoubtedly, is the major reason why I had never before sought any long term romantic relationship. I just never suspected that there would be many, or even any, males who would ever want to deal with me in this way. To my very great surprise, after my embarrassing revelations that night, Riley Jenkins did not run away, but continued to pursue and woo me, with even greater vigor. When he told me later on that he had fallen head over heels for me from the very first day, a more appropriate term may have been that he fell head UNDER heels. As we got to know each other so much better in the following months, especially after our first night of intimacy, I learned that what he yearned for most in his private life was to serve the lady he loved in any and all ways that she needed ... to bring her the most joy and happiness ... in any way that he could. To say that I was astonished that I had met by chance the one person whose desires and needs so perfectly coincided with mine would be the understatement of my life. But neither of us was about to question fate. So, over the years that Riley and I have been together, we have grown into our own unique entity. In the outside world we are husband and wife, who adore each other's company in both our business settings, and in the myriad number of social activities that we so enjoy together and with our many friends. We are loving and equal partners in every way. But my slave is always on call. We have a code word which, when given, signals to him that his silent, but unquestioning, absolute obedience is required immediately at that moment. It is rarely used, but always available. It is in our private life, however, that we have more fully evolved into a oneness of being that is so perfectly balanced. The yin to each other's yang. I truly believe that neither on of us could exist any more without the other. I certainly know that this is true for me, and I have no doubt that it is for him as well. He tells me so every day. I gaze at the prostrate form kneeling before me for several long moments, in gleeful anticipation of another night of wedded bliss and comfort. "Good evening Dildo." I finally say to him, using the name I have given to him for when we are alone, which so aptly describes his primary role in this part of our lives. Knowing that this is the signal to begin his service for the night, my slave crawls forward, kisses the tops of both of my tennis shoes, then kneels up and back onto his heels, a joyous smile creasing his face. "Good evening Ma'am." which is the only appellation that he is allowed to address me with in these circumstances. I had said that he was naked, but that is not precisely accurate. At home, he always wears a studded collar, and usually, except at those rare times when I deem otherwise, another item: a plastic cage encasing his phallus. It is not worn because I need to enforce chastity. My slave would never conceive of seeking such enjoyment outside of our marriage. Nor would he ever consider, or even desire, seeking such joy and relief with me, or through his own ministrations, without my express permission ... which is given only at times of MY choosing and whim. No, I do not have him wear it to prevent such actions. I have it on him purely and simply for control. My control. So that both of us always know that the very essence of his manhood, except for those rare moments when I so decide, is always under my lock and key. Of course an additional benefit is that as my slave is almost constantly aroused by his service to me, he is yet denied the full, if maddeningly unfulfilled physical expression of that arousal by his imprisonment. And his ongoing tight straining within and against his cage also keeps him fully aware of his place. That he is here solely for my pleasure, and not in any way for his own. "I do hope that the rest of your afternoon passed agreeably." He continues, still on his knees, his smile never abating.. "Well, I didn't play very well." I answer. "I lost two sets to one, but I did get a good workout. And I think I convinced Helen Meyer, whom I played with today, to ask her husband to bring our request for partial funding of the new South Street soup kitchen before his Board of Directors." "Knowing Helen, she will be very persuasive," he replies," which means that he will be very persuasive with his Board." "I certainly hope so. We've needed a soup kitchen and center in that area of town for far too long. Oh, and by the way, I could use some influence in the right places to obtain more favorable terms on the lease there." "I'll get right on it first thing in the morning." He promises. "Good." I conclude. My thoughts are then distracted by a delectable smell that is wafting in from the kitchen. "Is that my dinner being prepared? It smells delicious." "Yes Ma'am. It should be done in just a little more than an hour." "Perfect. That should give us time for your workout, and then for us to get cleaned up." I snap my fingers, and begin to walk to our exercise room. My slave stands up and follows behind me. I do not require him to crawl from one place to another in our home, even in my presence. It would just be too cumbersome and impractical. He spends enough time on his knees before me. Our exercise room is very well equipped, with a treadmill, an elliptical machine, a stairmaster, and a universal weight apparatus. There is a 55 inch plasma TV on the wall, to watch when exercising, and a nice couch from which to watch if not. I like my slave to keep fit, and I insist on, and monitor his work-outs nightly. On different nights he uses different machines. Tonight I select the treadmill for him. "Set the machine for forty minutes." I instruct him. "I want you to reach five miles in that time tonight." This has been a goal for quite a while, which he hasn't yet been able to achieve. As he mounts the machine and adjusts the settings, I turn on the TV so that we can both watch the news as he works, while I settle back comfortably on the couch, diagonally behind the treadmill. As he runs, I must admit that I hear more than see the news. I am too entranced by the naked form toiling before me ... watching the buff, nude body in constant motion ... bare feet quietly slapping the revolving vinyl mat ... legs ever churning forward but advancing nowhere ... a firm buttocks, each half alternately contracting and relaxing, and always jiggling most pleasantly ... and two bent arms pumping rhythmically like pistons on either side of a sleek upper torso just beginning to form a shimmering sheen of sweat. This intoxicating spectacle also brings me some amusement by the view of his plastic encumbrance ... the very symbol of my ownership ... bouncing up and down in front of him with every stride. At the ten minute mark, he has traveled a mile and a half, and I begin to think that he has a chance to reach his goal. By twenty minutes, he has completed just under three miles, but he is beginning to tire, more noticeably so at twenty five. As he reaches thirty minutes, he still has a mile and a quarter to go, and he is clearly laboring. With five minutes left he is still shy by about three quarters of a mile, and failure seems certain. He slowly struggles to pick up the pace, but at thirty-nine minutes he still has two tenths of a mile to complete. Straining furiously, he sprints with all his remaining strength, and with just under ten seconds left, the mile marker hits five, and he glides down over the final seconds in triumph. "Bravo." I exclaim, clearly excited by what he has achieved for me, merely for the want of my asking. With his sides heaving, and bent over at the waist with his hands on his knees, I can still see the pride and devotion in his face as he basks in the glow of my one word approval. I allow him several minutes to cool down and catch his breath before directing him to his next duty. "Go draw my bubble bath, and then wait for me before taking your shower." After bowing his head with a "Yes Ma'am." he scurries away to the master bathroom to do my bidding. I go into our bedroom, and select what I am going to wear for the rest of the evening after my bath. I still have not cleaned up or changed after my tennis game. Entering our huge, grand bathroom several minutes later, I find him, as expected, on his knees by our old fashioned, stand alone tub, which is filled with scented, bubbled water. This is set in the middle of the room. On one end of the room is a large fully glassed shower. On the other side is a Jacuzzi. Set along the back wall is a massage table, on which I have spent countless wonderful hours under his well trained hands, but will not do so this night. I walk over and sit down in the chair next to the table, and decide at that moment to give my slave a little treat. He did achieve his work-out goal after all. "Dildo, before I bathe my whole body in the tub, I want you to give my tired and aching feet a tongue bath." Eyes alight with pure gratitude, my slave quickly crawls over before me, unlaces and gently removes both of my tennis shoes, followed by my sweaty socks. He then reverently picks up my right foot and proceeds to clean every inch of it completely with his tongue, before doing the same with the left. On both feet he expends extra time and effort making certain that he gets thoroughly between each and every toe. I said that this is a treat for him, but I'd be lying if I didn't say that I enjoy it almost as much. Reluctantly, after about ten minutes, I tell him that I'm satisfied with his efforts, and then have him undress me fully and assist me into the bath. "Take a quick shower." I tell him as I settle into the warm scented water. "And then go finish preparing my dinner. It must be almost ready, and I'm starving." Another bow and a "Yes Ma'am", and he's into the shower. As I luxuriate in my bubbles, I watch him through the glass wall of the shower as he rapidly washes his hair, then soaps his body, paying special attention to cleaning around his cage. Within three minutes he is rinsed off, out, and drying off. He then asks, and receives my permission to leave to attend to my dinner. 'When it's ready, come back to dry and dress me." I command. With a final bow and "Yes Ma'am", he is off to complete his latest task. Returning after about fifteen minutes, during which time I have successfully soaked away the aches and cares of the day, my slave informs me that my dinner is ready. Assisting me out of the tub, he begins to pat me dry with my towel, starting at my feet, and working his way up my legs. When he reaches the nexus between the tops of my thighs I clamp them shut, capturing his hand and towel between them. He glances up at me in surprise, and I smile and mouth the word 'later'. The look that he returns contains all the hope and longing I could want. We don't have sexual intimacy every night, although we do in the majority. And we will this night. The only question, as it is each time, is to what extent I will allow him to enjoy. His hand released, he finishes drying me, and then follows me into the bedroom where he dresses me in the black silk panties and nightgown I had previously chosen, then helps me into the matching black robe. He then falls to his knees again to place my black, furred slippers onto my feet. One step behind, he escorts me into the dining room, pulls my chair out at the head of the table to seat me, and then kneels upright by my side, facing me, awaiting my next need. I eat the salad that he had already placed on my plate. When finished, he stands up to remove that plate, and replace it with another, onto which he serves my main course for the night, a chicken scarpariello, hot and spicy just as I like it, which has been cooking and simmering the entire time. As he kneels back down in his place, and I dive into my food, we begin to converse, first about events of the day, then about things we had just seen on the news, and finally, about upcoming social activities to which we are both looking forward. Periodically, I pick up a piece of food from my plate and plop it into his mouth ... first a piece of sausage, later a piece of chicken, and I chuckle as he grimaces slightly when I add a hot cherry pepper, which he nonetheless enthusiastically chews and swallows. It does not behoove him to refuse anything that his owner bestows. These, and a few more small morsels, are all he will have to eat tonight, and this is the reason he always enjoys such a large lunch. After each of my offerings, he carefully licks my fingers clean, and we continue our animated conversation as I continue to enjoy my meal. After a delightful dessert, I retire to the living room to read as my slave cleans up. While we are more than financially able to afford any number of full time household staff, for obvious reasons we prefer complete privacy when we are home alone. Still, my slave is far too busy, with far more important matters on a daily basis, to be burdened with the countless number of domestic chores that need to be attended to in our home. So we have a contingent of maids that take care of the house daily when we are at work, and a grounds keeping crew to care for the outside property as well. They are all finished and gone each day by four in the afternoon, so that the rest of the day and night are for my slave and I alone. Of course, any work that arises during that time is his alone. Upon finishing his chores in the kitchen, my slave joins me in the living room to proceed onto his next service for the evening; my nightly pedicure. Deeply immersed in my book, the latest in a series of romantic novels, ( I do so enjoy a good love story, especially when the sex is hot and heavy ), I barely acknowledge him as he kneels down. As this is a nightly occurrence, I have very little dry skin or callus, but what there is, he uses the pumice stone to gently rub away. He then removes yesterday's moon-violet polish from my nails, and after carefully placing cotton balls between each of my toes, he quietly interrupts my reading to ask for a decision he knows he has no right to make. "I beg your pardon Ma'am." He begins timidly. I glance down, slightly annoyed. "What color would you like tonight?" he asks. With three pages to go to the end of this next-to-last chapter of the novel, my slave waits patiently and silently for my answer until I finish. I then look down at him. "Passion Pink." is all I say before turning back to begin the long concluding chapter of the book. Applying the new polish in even strokes, he knows better than to miss a spot, or to have any polish get on surrounding skin. With such long practice and experience, however, he has developed such a proficiency that there are rarely any miscues. Before long the polish is all applied, and after capping the bottle, my slave arranges himself on all fours before me, so that I can prop my legs and feet onto his back, to allow my nails to dry as I continue to read. The Life of Riley Ch. 02 The final chapter is as exciting as I could have anticipated. The actions and emotions build slowly to a fever pitch such that as I near the end I begin to squirm in my seat. As the climax comes, I am almost as hot as the ravaged heroine. I sigh deeply, and as I close my book, I gaze down at my slave kneeling under my feet, his eyes closed and face blank, lost in his own fantasy of service and devotion. I lift my legs off his back and place my feet on the floor before him. "It's bedtime, Dildo." He moves quickly to lift one of my feet then the other, gently blowing on any nails not yet completely dry, and then carefully removes the cotton from between my toes. When this is done, he slips my feet into my slippers, and I rise and begin to walk to the bedroom. He follows behind like an eager puppy. Eager to please. And he will. Entering our bedroom, I shed first my slippers, and then let my robe fall to the floor. Reaching our king size bed I pull off my nightgown, and then have him pull down and off my lacy black panties. I climb up onto the center of the bed, place my forehead down onto it, and leave my succulent derriere up and inviting. My Dildo needs no further cue. Climbing up onto the bed behind me, he pushes his face between my cheeks, his mouth finding my bottom orifice. With the tip of his tongue he first circles around it, sending tremors through me. He then begins to try to thrust his extended tongue into the hole, each attempt successively more successful. I let this continue for several delightful minutes before ordering him onto his back. I turn, facing down the length of his beautiful body, my knees straddling his upper chest, and my anus, wet from his worship, now pressed against his nose as I lower my womanhood onto his waiting mouth. His well trained tongue begins to dart back and forth, finding it infinitely easier to enter this vault than the other. I ride him hard and long as he tries to push his tongue ever higher and deeper, and I lean forward to swat, back and forth with my hand, his encased member, causing it to tighten and strangle even more in frustrated excitement. My emotions rise higher and higher until my body arches back, a massive and prolonged groan escapes from my throat, as I cum hard and heavily, my juices pouring forth to bathe the face beneath me. On some nights I would be satisfied with this one incredible high. But this night I want more. I need deeper penetration. Rolling off him, and turning so that I'm facing down at him, I declare. "I need cock tonight, Dildo." He looks up at me, his visage full of adoration and hope. Truth be told, there is nothing in the world I enjoy as much as having his naked manhood plunging deeply within me, and I know that this is true for him as well. And I do indulge him in this, perhaps once or twice a month. I am hopelessly in love with him after all, and do desire his happiness. But this must be reserved for very special occasions, or when I might wish to grant him a special reward. As I contemplate whether it should be so this night, I watch him, pleading with his eyes for that which he knows he cannot ask. I decide. This will not be such a night. "Fetch your namesake, Dildo." is all I say. A flicker of disappointment and frustration flashes across his face, but he quickly scrambles off the bed to rush to our toy box. It would not be wise for him to keep his Mistress waiting while she is in such need. He returns seconds later with the item demanded. A double ended black dildo. He fits the shorter four inch end into his mouth, and then fastens it with straps around the back of his head, so that the longer, seven inch business end is protruding before him. Though it is slightly shorter, and certainly less sensuous and delectable than the one which is part of my real live Dildo, it will serve the purpose this night. Positioning myself at the side of the bed, I dangle my legs over the edge and spread them wide apart. My Dildo kneels down and guides the tip to, and then through my nether lips. I gasp as he pushes forward slowly until it fills my entire sanctuary. He then moves to and fro, gently ever increasing his speed until it reaches a point over minutes where his head and neck are thrusting back and forth like a dynamo. Lying on my back, gripping the sheets, I lose all sense of time and place. As I writhe on the bed, my body tingling from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, I can suddenly stand no more. I sit up and grab the back of his head in a vice-like grip, holding it locked in place, my end of the device fully embedded deep within me as I rock up and down furiously, ultimately crying out and living an ecstacy that only such a moment can produce. My Goddess-like love nectar gushes out to mix and mingle with the animal, beast-of-burden drool escaping from his mouth ... the yin and the yang ... to join our essences together into a single loving entity. It goes on and on until I finally release my grip and fall back onto the bed ... fully ... totally ... completely sated. I am oblivious as my Dildo gently withdraws, and then unfastens and discards the appliance. He picks me up to place me in the center of the bed, and lies down beside, our arms finding and encircling each other. We lie there, seemingly forever, feeling each other's warmth and beating hearts until he leans forward and kisses me, a kiss that goes to the depths of the soul which we share together. "I love you Suzi Riley." He whispers to me as our lips part. "I couldn't exist without you." "I know ... My love." I whisper back, knowing that he knows that this is most certainly true for me as well. As so dear friends and readers, after this accounting of a typical day in our lives, can any of you now have any doubt ... that as my slave and I drift off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms ... finishing the night as we begin every day ... we both know with absolute certainty that what we have with, and in each other ... the being that we have grown into together ... and what we are living each and every day is ... The Life Of Riley.