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The Assistant Ch. 01

By: Vysis



"And who can tell me why the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor? Not the reason in the textbooks, but the real reason. Anyone?" Adam Grey, Ph.D., Associate Professor of History at Albuquerque State University, had been teaching Introduction to Twentieth Century History for seven years now, and he could pick out the brightest and best students in only a week. But, this late in the semester, he had the best pegged. Of the 150 students in this class, there were only about a dozen that would go on to be history majors. All of the others were just getting a required liberal arts class out of the way.

One of the brightest students was Aimee Jameson. She always sat in the front row, had nailed her mid-term exam with a score of 98, and wrote several reports that Adam felt would have been outstanding for a graduate student in history, much less a sophomore. She showed great promise and Adam sincerely hoped she was planning on majoring in history. She also happened to be drop-dead gorgeous. Today she was wearing a light white pullover sweater with a deep v-neck and super tight blue jeans. Adam glanced at her trying not to stare at her large, perfect 19-year-old breasts. The tops of her golden brown melons were on display, and Adam had to be very careful not to become distracted while lecturing. Early in the semester he had found himself staring at her and realized that he had stopped lecturing to the class. He could not afford to repeat that embarrassing moment. But, nonetheless he thought, "I swear she is not wearing a bra. I think I can even see the outline of her nipples!" 

Her hand shot up as soon as Adam looked out at the class. "Only Miss Jameson? No one else has a clue? Okay, I tell you what. Think about it over the weekend and write me a one-page answer. I'll see you next Monday." The sounds of groans filled the room. He literally had to shout to be heard over the din. "Oh! Before you go, there is one other thing." Another louder serious of groans erupted from the class. He thought, "They think I'm going to assign another chapter to read over the weekend."

"I've just been notified by the Smith and Hagar Foundation that my grant application for research into the Manhattan Project here in New Mexico has been funded. So, I have funds to hire a part-time assistant to help me with research. My secretary will do the typing; all you will have to do is help in the libraries. If you are seriously considering majoring in history, this would be a great opportunity to learn how to do the required research. If you are interested, please drop by my office, upstairs in room 4D1. I'm going to hire the first appropriate candidate, so if you're interested, hurry. Have a good weekend."

Adam purposefully took some time to gather his lecture notes, hoping to get a view of Aimee's butt as she walked out of the room. But instead, she walked up to him. "Dr. Grey. I'm interested in the assistant job," she said with that perky voice that drove him mad.

"Really? Although you're clearly the most interested in history of all the students in this class, I always assumed that...well, I thought that... uh, I thought you didn't need the money." Aimee was always well dressed and he had once seen her in the evening driving a brand new expensive sports car. "A Daddy's girl," he had thought. "Dad must be loaded for her to be driving a car like that!"

"Well, honestly," she admitted, "I totally don't need the money. You see, well...my parents died when I was 12 years old and they left me a lot of money, with the insurance settlement and everything."

"Oh. I'm very sorry," Adam said as he diverted his eyes down to avoid her stare.

"It's okay," Aimee replied. "That was a while ago and I've totally moved on with my life. Anyway, about the assistant position, can we talk more about it?"

"Do you have the time to talk right now?"

Aimee looked at her watch. "I don't have plans until later this evening."

"Well good then," he said, "let's go up to my office.

Adam made sure to be the perfect gentleman as he allowed Aimee to precede him out of the classroom. He admired the entire package. She was slightly over 5 feet tall with blond hair that fell to just above the middle of her back. Typically, she wore her hair in a ponytail high and tight on the back of her head, which excited Adam for reasons that were not entirely clear, even to him. Her piercing big blue, almost gray, eyes revealed intelligence, which was also very attractive to Adam. "Smart girls are a turn on," he thought, as he followed her out the door. "What a beautiful round athletic butt." He knew that she ran everyday, as he had seen her in the quad on many occasions with her MP3 player in one hand and a water bottle in the other. The fabric under her blue jeans swished back and forth. It was mesmerizing. 

Oh, shit. I'm getting a hard on. Stop staring at her ass! 

"So, Aimee, are you still planning on majoring in history?" he asked, trying to get his mind off of the cute co-ed.

"Yes, sir. I've always been interested in history. Especially American History."

"Really? Great!" Adam held open the door to the stairwell as Aimee scooted past him. Her butt was right at his eye level as he followed her up the stairs to the fourth floor. As they reached the fourth floor Adam said, "Turn left. My office is the last one on corridor D."

When they reached his office, Adam's secretary, Victoria Twinings, was sitting at her desk in the outer office. Actually, he shared Victoria with another full professor who had the office next to his, but since he only ever made cameo appearances, about twice a month, she essentially worked only for Adam. "Dr. Grey," Victoria said while eyeing Aimee from her feet to her face, "I need to go a little early today if that is alright with you."

"Of course, Victoria, no problem. Please turn off the light in your office and close the outer door when you leave. I'm going home right after I talk to Miss Jameson and I don't want a whole bunch of students sitting out here in your office ready to pounce on me when I'm done with her."

Victoria emitted a dutiful chuckle. She really liked working for Dr. Grey. He was the youngest tenured associate professor in the department and was very active. He published several papers and book chapters each year, which kept her busy. All of the other secretaries in the department seemed to never have anything to do but eat and get fat. Victoria looked good for 31, and she planned on staying that way. She also liked the way Dr. Grey looked. He was 36 years old, but had the body of a 26 year old. Occasionally, instead of heading to the gym, he would change into running shorts and a tank top in his office, and then run in the quad with the students. He had strong muscular legs and arms. She was dying to get a look at his chest, but had no idea how she'd ever work that.

"Thanks, Dr. Grey. You're the best." Victoria quickly grabbed her purse and lunchbox, clicked off the lights, and pulled the door shut behind her.

"Okay, Aimee, please sit down," Adam directed with his hand toward the chair in his office that sat in front of his desk. He plopped into his high back leather desk chair. "We need to start by having you fill out one of the standard student worker forms," he said as he pulled the form from the file drawer in his desk. "Although this position is paid for by grant funds, we are still bound by university rules. You can use the corner of my desk if you'd like."

Aimee stood, dug around in her purse, produced a pen and went to the corner of Adam's desk. She bent over from the waist, placed her elbows on his desk and began to work on the form. "Oh, goodness," Adam thought, "From this angle I can see all the way down her sweater to her bellybutton! Her breasts are even nicer than I imagined. Maybe if she shifts just a bit I'll even be able to see her nipples!"

Adam felt the blood rush to his dick. As it began to swell, he realized that it was not positioned very well and it would soon be painful to him and obvious to her. "Okay, dude, easy does it. If I can just shift it a little to the right." Ever so slowly, he moved his hand to his crotch and carefully adjusted himself.

"They're real you know?" Aimee asked without taking her eyes off the form.

"What?" he questioned. Oh, shit. Busted! "What are real?" Deny everything!

"My breasts. They're real. All the other girls in the house we share think they must be fake, you know, because I've got the trust fund and all. But, I'm totally blessed. Perfect boobs."

"Uh...I'm sure they are real. But, why would you even tell me that?"

"Because you were staring at them and I thought you might be wondering if they were real or not. Do you believe me? That they're totally real and all?"

"Yes, I believe you. Can we change the subject please?"

"I mean, most people don't believe me. I've had to let several girls feel them to prove that they're real."

The image of girls feeling Aimee's perfect breasts was more than Adam could take. His dick began to push against the fabric of his pants. Aimee noticed the bulge in his pants and pressed on, enjoying her little power play.

"If you don't believe me, I'll let you feel them, too."

"Uh...I'm sure that...uh...won't be necessary. Really, can we change the subject?"

"Here," she said, standing abruptly and walking around his desk. She placed her hands on her hips and positioned herself so that her breasts were only a foot or so from his face. "Go ahead, I really don't mind."

"But, Aimee, there are rules against professors having relationships with students," he protested. "I'm really not this strong," he thought to himself.

"I'm not talking about a 'relationship'," she laughed while making quotation marks in the air with her fingers. "All I said is that it was okay with me if you feel my breasts to make sure they're real."

"No! Really, Aimee, I can't. Did you know that I'm married?"

"Look, Dr. Grey, your secretary is gone, your office door and her outer office door are closed. We are here alone. I could say you felt my breasts, and there would be no one here to say you didn't. But, remember, that works both ways. You could feel my boobs and then totally deny it if I did try to report you, which I'm not." With that, she reached down to the bottom of her sweater forming an X across her chest with her arms and in one smooth motion, pulled the sweater up and over her head. Her perfect breasts bounced up, and then fell into place, her small erect nipples only a foot from Adam's face.

Without even thinking, he placed his hands on her flat brown stomach and slowly began to move his hands upwards. Aimee closed her eyes and opened her lips ever so slightly, leaning her head back. Adam's hands reached the underside of her breasts, as he lifted feeling the full weight of her heavy, full melons. He slowly allowed them to come back down to rest as he moved his fingertips up around her nipples, being very careful not to touch them. His fingertips on her breasts excited her, and her nipples began to grow even more erect, like two cigarette butts, they pointed out towards his face.

"Please, pull on my nipples," she moaned. "I can't stand it any longer." 

Now it was Adam's turn to take control. "I thought I was determining if they were real, or not. Pulling on your nipples will not help." He then moved his hands back to her chest directly under her armpits and began to gently knead her firm breasts feeling for the telltale signs of silicon implants. Slowly, he worked his way under and around her breasts gently massaging them.

Then, abruptly, he removed his hands, sat back in his chair, and said, "Yes, ma'am, they're real alright."

At first Aimee was in shock, but then when she saw the smile on Adam's face she knew he was teasing her. "You are so mean," she protested with a sort of baby voice. With that she moved even closer to Adam, leaning in towards him.

Adam placed his hands gently on her tight butt and pulled Aimee closer to him as he sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He applied a little suction and then allowed here nipple to slip from his mouth slightly grazing it with his teeth. "Ohhhhhh, that feels so good," Aimee moaned, almost in a whisper. While working on her breasts, he kneaded her ass with his hands. Aimee whispered, "That's really nice," drawing out the word 'really.' Adam moved his face slightly and sucked the other nipple into his mouth. He brought his hands to her breasts and then began to gently tug on her left nipple with his fingers.

After about two minutes of serious work on her perfectly tanned tits, Aimee said, "Okay, now it's your turn." She reached down and loosened Adam's belt and then unsnapped his pants. As she lowered his zipper, his erect penis, clad only in the thin fabric of his boxer shorts, nearly leapt out of his fly. "Someone is ready to go," she said with mock surprise.

Adam lifted his butt slightly off the chair as Aimee pulled his pants and boxer shorts down to his ankles in one fast motion. Adam's full thick dick pointed up at the ceiling. "Very, very nice to meet you," Aimee said as she kneeled down between his legs. She grasped the base of his cock and pulled it toward her waiting mouth. The head of his cock slid between her full lips as she looked up at Adam. They locked eyes as she allowed his cock to slide into her warm, wet mouth. Slowly, with her tongue pressed against the underside of his penis, she began to work her mouth up and down his shaft.

Aimee had perfected her technique of giving head when she was 18. After the death of her parents, her mother's youngest sister, Michelle, and her husband, Mike, had taken her in and adopted her. At the time, Michelle and Mike had been newlyweds and were not exactly ready to have kids, especially a 12 year old, in the house. Aimee had heard them on several occasions in their bedroom moaning and groaning. She wasn't quite sure, but she thought they were probably having sex, whatever that really was. She had spent hours on the Internet looking at the free homepages of porn sites. She saw men with really big penises putting them in every hole that a woman had, and the women always had pained looks on their faces. "Could that really be what sex was all about," she had thought. "If so, it sure doesn't look like much fun."

One night when she had barely turned 18, and was supposed to be asleep, a loud motorcycle had driven past the house and she had awoken with a fright. As she lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to get her heart to stop pounding so she could go back to sleep, she heard her aunt and uncle downstairs, not exactly moaning and groaning like they often did behind their closed bedroom door, but definitely not just watching television. She snuck out of her room and into the hallway. When she got to the banister of the balcony that overlooked the living room, she peaked around the corner to see that her uncle was slouching on the couch, totally naked and that her Aunt Michelle was kneeling between his legs with Uncle Mike's penis in her mouth. She was slowly working her mouth up and down his shaft and Uncle Mike had his head back and his eyes closed. As she watched, Aimee started to get that familiar tingling feeling in her vagina that she got when she looked at Internet porn. Aimee had taken to sleeping in one of her uncle's big tee shirts and she didn't wear panties because she liked to masturbate before going to sleep each night. As she watched her aunt slowly suck her uncle's penis, Aimee reached her hand down to her vagina and began to rub on her clitoris. As she continued, she started to work faster, applying more pressure. Without even thinking, she moaned as she came. When her senses returned, she was mortified to see that Aunt Michelle and Uncle Mike were staring at her on the balcony.

"Aimee, sweetheart, please come down here," Aunt Michelle said. "It's alright, sweetheart, we're not angry."

Aimee begrudgingly came down the stairs, avoiding looking at her naked guardians.

"Aimee, we're very sorry that you saw us making love, sweetheart. But, it is important to know that what you saw is natural for two loving people."

"Okay," Aimee barely got out.

"Are you okay? Since you saw us, do you have any questions for us? I mean, I don't want you to be scarred for life or anything."

"Well, I do have some questions," Aimee admitted. The girls in the locker room at school had all kinds of stories to tell, few of which Aimee thought were real.

"Okay, then, let's have them," said Aunt Michelle as she looked up at her husband. He looked a little flustered to be sitting in front of his wife's niece with a raging hard on.

"First of all, I know that women sometimes do that to men with their mouths. Why?"

"Well, because if it is done well, it feels really good to the man. And, by the way, if a man does it really well to a woman, it feels good to her, too. It's called 'oral sex,' but typically goes by different names. When a woman gives oral sex to a man, it's typically called 'giving head' or 'a blowjob'."

"Yeah, I've heard of that before...I mean in the locker room and all."

Michelle inquired, "So, Aimee, I take it that you have not made love to a boy yet?"

"No!" Aimee said with a little more force than she had intended. "I mean, not that I don't want to or anything. I totally think of boys all the time. But, I just have not met the right one yet."

"It's okay, Aimee. There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure you'll meet the right boy and you'll know when he is the right one."

An awkward silence fell in the room. "Aunt Michelle, do you think that you could teach me how to give a man a blowjob?"

"Well, Aimee, uh...I'm not so sure that is a good idea," Michelle said looking at her husband for support. Mike just shrugged his shoulders to indicate that the ball was clearly in her court on this one.

"Why not? Lots of the girls at school are already having sex. Or, at least they say they're having sex."

"Well, sweetheart, we're your legal guardians. I'm not sure that it is such a good idea."

"Yeah," Aimee persisted, "but you're not my real parents and I'm not even really related to Uncle Mike, except by marriage and everything. It's not like incest. And, anyway, it's not like you are forcing me to do it or anything. It was my idea. Plus, I'm eighteen now!"

Michelle looked at Mike for support, but he said, "Sounds logical to me."

Michelle wasn't so sure. But, Aimee pressed on, "Pleassssssse."

"Well...I don't know."

"Pretty pleassssse."

Michelle looked back up at Mike. "She did say the magic word, Michelle, twice." Mike held up two fingers to press home the point.

"You're a big help," she said, slapping his thigh. "Alright, sweetheart, but I'm still not so sure this is a really good idea. And, you can't tell anyone. I'm sure we'd go to prison if this ever got out."

"Promise!" Aimee exclaimed as she hurried toward the couple on the sofa. She kneeled down next to her aunt with an eager, appreciative smile on her face.

"Okay, Aimee, first you need to get comfortable." Michelle reached down and pulled the tee shirt off of Aimee before she knew what happened. For a moment Aimee was embarrassed to be naked in front of her uncle. Her breasts were perfect, and Mike soaked them in with his gaze. She had a shaved vagina that even her Aunt had not seen. After a few seconds of Uncle Mike eyeing her tight, tan body, she quickly relaxed and gave her full attention to her aunt.

"Okay. First, there are a few things you need to know. Your Uncle Mike has a very nice cock. It is about 8 inches long, which is much longer than average. Most men average about 4-5 inches despite what you might see on the Internet or read in magazines. It is also nice and thick, but not too thick. Some women like thick cocks, but I find them uncomfortable. Second, it is very sensitive, especially here." Michelle pointed to the underneath of Mike's penis at the base of the head. Aimee moved closer to her Uncle to get a good look at what her aunt's perfectly manicured fingertip was pointing at. "Third, when a man comes...Aimee, do you know what I mean by that?"


The Assistant Ch. 01



Aimee admitted, "Not really."

"Okay, when stimulated both men and women experience an orgasm or climax. This is more commonly called 'coming'."

Aimee nodded her head to indicate that she understood.

"When you were up on the banister a few minutes ago watching us, you were rubbing your vagina with your fingers and you came."

Aimee was mortified to realize that her aunt and uncle had seen that.

Sensing her concern, Michelle said, "It's okay sweetheart. Everyone masturbates. It's normal."

Returning her attention to Mike's fully erect penis Michelle said, "When a man comes, he not only feels pleasure, but he ejaculates. 'Ejaculate' is a fancy word to mean that semen comes out of his penis. And, depending on how excited he is, sometimes a lot of semen will come out. This is what contains the sperm that will make a woman pregnant." Michelle paused to let Aimee take this in. "When you give a man a blowjob, he will squirt the semen into your mouth when he comes."

Aimee looked dubious. "Does it taste bad?"

"No, baby, it doesn't taste bad, but it does take some getting used to. It is more of the idea of it being gross than the actual taste. I always liked the taste, so it was no problem for me. But, and you really need to understand this, most women hate giving blowjobs to men just because of the semen. Men, on the other hand, love receiving blowjobs, so a woman who is good at it has a real upper hand over a woman who doesn't give blowjobs. And, one more thing that you should know is that to give a really good blowjob, you have to swallow the semen. Men hate it when you run to the toilet to spit out their come." Michelle looked up at Mike for confirmation.

Mike solemnly nodded his head to show that he agreed with his wife.

"But, it is up to you, not the man. You decide if you are going to give blowjobs and you decide whether or not you swallow. Don't ever let a man talk you into something that you are not comfortable with."

"Right," Aimee replied, suddenly not really sure if she was ready for this or not.

"Now, baby, if you are ready, I will teach you how to do this." She grasped Mike's penis with her hand a brought her face to within inches of its head. "You have to be very careful not to ever let your teeth come in contact with any part of his penis. Teeth hurt." She glanced at Aimee to see if she was paying attention, but realized she had nothing to fear. Aimee's face was only a few inches from Michelle's face. "Now, start by sucking the head of the man's dick into your mouth while keeping your tongue flat." Michelle sucked Mike's dick into her mouth. Mike moaned, "Ohhhh, sooooo gooood." Michelle let her mouth slide to about halfway down his shaft and then she brought her mouth back up to the top of the head. She then began to rhythmically run her mouth up and down his shaft.

"Can I try?" Aimee asked.

"Uh...well, okay...in for a penny in for a pound."

Michelle moved to the side and Aimee took her place between Mike's legs. Just like her aunt, Aimee tentatively took Mike's penis into her hand and put her mouth down over his dick. The texture was surprisingly soft, and it felt nice but strange to have her mouth full of a man's penis. She started imitating her aunt and ran her mouth up and down his shaft being very careful not to let her teeth touch his skin. She looked up at her uncle to see if she was doing it right and got the confirmation she was looking for when she saw that his eyes were closed tight and his head was laying back against the couch.

After a few moments, her aunt said, "Now, let me teach you a couple of other things. Kind of like advanced techniques." Aimee let Mike's penis slip from between her lips and moved over so her aunt could take center stage. "Now, you won't be able to do either of these things without some practice. The first is called deep throating and men love it." Mike began to nod his head enthusiastically. "See," she said, pointing up at Mike. "If you try this now, you're going to gag, but with practice, you'll be able to do it. If you are going to give good head, you need to learn how to do this. The second technique is special to me. I'm not sure if any other women do it, and I'm not sure it has a name. Once I get the man's dick all the way into the back of my throat...deep throat...I swallow and swallow and swallow. Mike will come in about 10 seconds if I continue doing it for that long." With that, Michelle reached down and grabbed Aimee's hand and placed it on her own throat. "Keep your hand there so you can feel what I'm doing."

Michelle then grasped Mike's cock and placed the head into her mouth. She moved her mouth down to about halfway down his shaft and paused. She took a deep breath through her nose, relaxed, and then forced her mouth further down his shaft until her nose touched his pubic hair and her chin was pressed against Mike's balls. Aimee was amazed. "Where did his dick go?" Then, she felt Michelle's throat move up then down as she began to swallow. Mike threw his head back and moaned loudly. After about 4 or 5 seconds, Michelle moved her mouth up and off of Mike's dick.

"Now, why don't you try it? But, be careful not to gag. You won't be able to do it, but you should still try to figure out how it's done."

Aimee moved into place and put Mike's dick back into her mouth. When she got his cock to the back of her throat she paused, imitating her aunt, took a deep breath, and started to push her mouth further down his shaft. Within about another inch, she felt herself starting to gag, so she backed off. But, much to the amazement of both Michelle and Mike, she repositioned her mouth and tried again. Again, she felt like she was going to gag but she paused and breathed, trying to convince herself it was okay. Repeatedly she worked to get Mike's cock into the back of throat, never quite succeeding, but getting it much further back than any of them ever imagined she would on the first try.

"Wow," Aunt Michelle said, "that is pretty good for the first time. Do you want to make Uncle Mike come or do you want me to make him come?"

"I think I'd like to try," Aimee replied truthfully.

"Okay, then have at it."

Aimee began to rhythmically work her mouth up and down Mike's cock while her aunt urged her on. "That's right baby, suck Uncle Mike's cock. Use your tongue. Yeah that's right." When Aimee looked over at her aunt, Michelle had her hand between her legs and was rubbing her clitoris. She had never realized until that moment that Michelle had no pubic hair either. It was her first time to see another woman's pussy. Aimee was so turned on, she felt her own pussy starting to drip. As, she continued to suck Mike's dick, she felt Aunt Michelle's hand on her butt, and then her fingers worked their way into the folds of her pussy. It felt amazing to have another person work her erect clit.

Mike reached down and took one of Aimee's tits into his hand and pulled at her erect nipple. Aimee had no idea that it would feel so good to have someone else pull on her nipples. Suddenly, she felt Michelle gently tugging at her other nipple. With the added encouragement, Aimee began to work double time on Mike's cock.

"I'm really close," Mike warned, almost inaudibly.

Aimee prepared herself the best she could for what would happen. Mike took his hand off of her nipple and placed both hands on the back of Aimee's head, urging her to take more of her cock into his mouth. He was gentle, but the message was clear, "don't stop now whatever you do."

"Okay sweetheart," Michelle whispered in Aimee's ear, "he's going to come at any moment." Michelle pulled her hand from Aimee's breast and began to pull at her own nipple.

Suddenly, Aimee felt Mike's whole body tense, his cock pulsated and a small amount of semen shot into her throat. She quickly swallowed, thinking, "that wasn't so bad." But, it wasn't his full load. With the next pulse of his cock, her mouth filled with semen. She began to swallow as fast as she could but with each pulse of his dick more and more semen filled her mouth. She couldn't keep up and it dribbled down her chin and onto her bare breasts.

After what seemed like minutes, but in reality was seconds, Aimee looked up to see a look of pure pleasure on Mike's face. He was looking down at her with a big smile on his face. "That was very, very nice, baby," Mike said.

"Sweetheart, that was a great job," her aunt added. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes!" Aimee exclaimed. "But, Uncle Mike, I'm sorry I couldn't swallow all of your semen. There was just too much!"

Mike laughed and gently shook his head, no. "No, Aimee, it was perfect. Sometimes when I'm really excited I shoot out so much come that your Aunt Michelle can't swallow it all either."

"Really?" Aimee looked dubiously at her aunt for confirmation.

"Really."

She suddenly realized that she was daydreaming about her aunt and uncle. After a few moments of letting Adam's cock slide into her mouth about halfway down his shaft, Aimee paused, took a deep breath and pushed her mouth down to the base of his penis. All of his cock disappeared into her mouth as her chin came to rest against his balls. Adam reached down and pulled at her nipples with his fingers, gently rolling them between his fingers and his thumb.

"Man does that feel good," Aimee thought as she slowly but carefully breathed through her nose. She had learned with training that the key to not gagging while doing deep throat was to remember to breathe through her nose.

Adam sighed, "Damn you're good. This is wonderful."

"You haven't felt anything yet," she thought. With that, she began to swallow. Adam threw his head back and moaned loudly. Within seconds she felt the familiar tensing and then Adam's cock pulsated. She waited for the first small squirt of come, which was quickly followed by heavier loads of semen with each additional pulse of his cock. She swallowed it all.

After a few dreamy seconds, Adam looked down at the angel between his thighs. "That was amazing. No one has ever made me come so fast with their mouth. Where in the world did you learn that?"

You'll never know. "A little bird taught me."

"Well, that is one hell of a bird."

"So, do I have the job?"

"What job?"

"The assistants job, silly!"

"Oh, yeah. You're hired!"



The Assistant Ch. 02



It was a beautiful day in Albuquerque. It was always a beautiful day in Albuquerque. Adam was in a particularly good mood after his "interview" with Aimee. He had the stereo in his SUV turned way up as he drove home in anticipation of a nice, relaxing weekend. He was surprised to see his wife's car in the driveway as he rounded the curve and drove onto his cul-de-sac. He pulled his Jeep Grand Cherokee next to her BMW, hopped out, and reached over to feel the hood of her car. Hot, but hell, it was Albuquerque. The hood of a black car is always hot. "I'm surprised she's not out with the girls for their normal Friday evening 'girls' night out'."

As he came through the door he heard his wife call from the kitchen, "Honey. Is that you? I'm in the kitchen."

"Yeah, it's me. I'll be right there." His black Labrador retriever, Beaux, ran up to him and began to turn tight circles in front of him. "Hey buddy. Did you do anything today or just hold down the fort?" He scratched behind his ears and Beaux let out a nice, low moan. "Come on and I'll get you a treat."

As Adam walked into the kitchen he saw that Leslie had recently gotten out of their pool. She was wearing a towel around her waist and was clad in only a tiny bikini top. Her dark shoulder length hair was pulled into a ponytail and was dripping water onto their ceramic tile floor as she chopped vegetables to make what appeared to be a big bowl of pico de gallo. Leslie was tall, only a couple of inches shorter than Adam, and he was 6 feet even. She was extremely tone and had an athletic build honed from years of competitive swimming and tennis with the girls. She had classic Italian features: dark eyes, olive skin, beautiful muscular shoulders, dark hair, full lips, a Roman nose, and high cheekbones. He had fallen in love with her the first day they had met and he was still very much in love with her today.

"Hey, sweetheart," she said as she half turned to kiss him. "How was your day?"

Adam walked across the room, kissed her fully on the lips, grabbed a slice of tomato that she had not yet gotten to, and leaned against the counter next to her so that he could look at her face while she worked. He noticed that her nipples were erect in the air-conditioned house. "Interesting to say the least."

"Oh, yeah," she said, momentarily stopping the chopping to look up at him.

"Yeah. I broke rule number one today."

"Okay, I'll bite. What's rule number one?"

"I got involved with one of my co-eds."

"No way!" she exclaimed, setting the knife down, grabbing a towel, and turning to give him her full attention. "Who was it? Which class?"

"Well, her name is Aimee. Aimee Jameson. She's in my Introduction to Twentieth Century History class. I've told you about her before. She's beautiful and very distracting. Do you remember I told you about the embarrassing moment earlier this semester where I actually found myself staring at her and not lecturing?"

"Oh my gosh! You're kidding me? I thought you said she was a rich little daddy's girl."

"Well, it turns out I got it half right. She is rich, but she's no daddy's girl. Her parents were killed when she was only 12 and she has a trust fund from their insurance settlement."

"You should be ashamed of yourself seducing a young co-ed like that." Leslie picked up the knife and began to chop again. "I mean, what is she, 18, 19 years old?"

"No, actually she seduced me. She said she was interested in my new assistant position. You know, the one funded by my new grant? Anyway, she was in my office and I was totally staring at her tits. They are really nice, by the way." Leslie looked over at him and smiled that knowing smile. She knew that her husband was a sucker for nice breasts. He'd always been a breast man. "When she caught me staring, instead of getting freaked out, she told me they were real."

"And you believed her?"

"Well, honestly, no. They were too big and perfectly shaped to be real. I mean they are perfect. Anyway, she offered to let me feel them to make sure they were real. I tried to say 'no,' but you know how I am about nice tits." Adam reached over and slid his hand under the fabric of her bikini top and began to knead one of Leslie's nipples.

"Oh no, I don't need a sympathy grope," she said, trying to repress a smile.

Adam ignored her and continued his story, while getting slightly more aggressive at kneading her entire breast. "She took off her shirt and that was all she wrote. Next thing I knew, I was thinking with head number two." Adam pointed down at his crotch with his free hand. "So I felt her lovely melons; and, by the way, they are real. And then I started sucking on her nipples. After a couple of minutes, my pants were down around my ankles and she was sucking my dick like a pro."

"Damn," she whispered. "It was all her idea?"

"Yeah, and I mean, she was good at giving head. Really good. You know how long it takes you to make me come with your mouth. Well this kid made me come in about 10 seconds. And that's no exaggeration."

"Ten seconds! Hell, Adam, it takes me five minutes at a minimum to make you come."

"Wait. That's not all. She swallowed every drop, too. No 18 or 19-year-old swallows. I mean, it was like she had been giving head for years."

"Is she a slut? I mean anyone who gives head like a pro must have a lot of experience. You think she was blowing the football team behind the bleachers?"

"Of course, I don't know. But, I don't think so. She doesn't have any tattoos or weird piercings...that I know of." Adam winked at her. "She doesn't use foul language and she is a great student. Doesn't add up, but there is something special about her. She has the air of someone who is very confident. Like she has experience. I don't know."

"Well, it sounds to me like she might end up being trouble. My advice to you is to be very, very careful."

"Yeah, I agree. But, Leslie, did you hear me? She has nice tits and she swallows!" Adam pulled her top to the side and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Her breasts were smaller than Aimee's, but nicely formed. Because she had never had children, they had never stretched and sagged.

"Okay, wiseass. What was her trick? How in the world did she make you come in 10 seconds?"

"I'd rather show you." He looked into her eyes with a hopeful grin on his face.

"I'd rather you tell me."

"Well, alright. First she started off by giving me the standard blowjob, but then she stuck my dick all the way down her throat."

"So? I do that all the time. You don't come in 10 seconds."

"Yeah, but that's not all. When she got my dick in the back of her throat, she started swallowing repeatedly. It was like she was milking my dick!"

"Really? Swallow huh? If felt good?"

"Really good. I mean I spurted my load right down the back of her throat in no time. I think you need a lesson right now." Adam reached down and pulled the towel from around her waist, letting it drop to the floor.

"Easy, killer," Leslie said, putting her hand against his chest to keep him at bay. "We have a dinner party to go to tonight at Victoria's house."

"Damn. I totally forgot. That's why she needed to leave early today."

"Yeah, and both of us have to shower before we go. We've got one hour to get ready."

"Well, we could shower together." He pulled the fabric of her bottom away from her stomach and peered down at the top of her dark, closely trimmed pubic hair.

"Don't you think you've had enough excitement for one day?" she said, slapping his hand. "Get in there and get ready," she motioned toward the back of the house with her thumb. "I've got to finish this pico before I get ready."

Adam trotted off fanning disappointment. "And, wear something cool and light," she yelled after him, "we'll be eating outside on the patio tonight."

***

They took the BMW to Victoria's house. Adam had decided that a nice pair of kaki colored linen shorts and a nice pullover shirt with a collar would be plenty fancy for an outdoor dinner party. Leslie was wearing a basic black dress with thin straps. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were clearly visible jutting out against the thin fabric of the dress. The dress was cut fairly high on her thighs, closer to her beautiful, tight butt than to her knees. Adam admired her legs, as she sat in the BMW, unaware that the wind coming in the open windows had blown the hem of her dress considerably up her long, tan legs. "After 15 years of marriage she still turns me on." Adam parked the car on the street to avoid getting boxed in by the cars of late arrivals.

About 8 or 9 couples had arrived by the time the Grey's showed up at Victoria's house. Victoria led them from the front door through the house to the backyard. "There is a cooler with beer over there," she motioned with her hand to a cooler that was sitting next to the pool. "Red wine and hard liquor are over there," she motioned to a table next to the house. "And, white wine is in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Help yourselves! I've got to mingle." With that Adam admired Victoria's nice bottom as she scooted into the house.

"I'll take a gin and tonic, sweetheart," Leslie said.

"I'll make it two."

After drinks and mingling, dinner was served. It consisted of a light, Mexican cuisine with sautéed chicken, onions, and green peppers with lots of homemade tortillas. Adam was totally bored through the whole affair and tried to talk Leslie into leaving early. She was adamant though that they remain behind and help Victoria clean up. Around midnight, the guests started to dwindle out, and Victoria and Leslie began to clean up and wash dishes.

"I really admire the relationship that you and your husband have, Leslie," Victoria said while washing glasses. She handed the clean glass to Leslie who dried it and placed into the cupboard. "You know, my ex and I only lasted seven years. You know, the seven year itch and all?"

"Well, Vickie, it may look simple, but we do have to work at it."

"Leslie, I've got something that I'd like to tell you, but I'm not sure if I should get involved. I mean, it's only a feeling."

"It's up to you, Vickie. But, I always find it's better to get things off my chest when they are bothering me."

"Okay, well, but you have to realize that this is only women's intuition. Today, Dr. Grey walked into my outer office with this little co-ed tight on his heels. I think he called her, 'Miss Jameson' but I could be wrong. Anyway, she was quite the little looker and wasn't wearing a whole lot of clothes, if you know what I mean."

"I think I have the picture."

"Anyway, after my husband and I split up, I'm kind of sensitive to this sort of thing. She seemed to really admire Dr. Grey. She had this sort of dreamy look in her eyes. I think that little girl has her sights set on your husband."

"Hmmmm. Really?"

"Yeah. And, I'm not implying a thing here, keep in mind, but when I left, Dr. Grey asked me to shut the door to my outer office and when he and that Miss Jameson, or whatever her name is, went into his office, he shut his door. They were in there alone on a Friday afternoon."

"I can see why I might be concerned," Leslie said, tapping her chin with her finger to drive home the point.

"I mean I'd hate to see a little teenager ruin a perfectly good marriage."

Leslie considered her response very carefully. After several seconds, she made up her mind. "Vickie, I need to let you in on a little secret...well, actually, a big secret. I need you to promise me that you won't tell a soul."

"Oh, no, you and Dr. Grey are breaking up!"

Leslie chuckled, "No, no, no, no, no. You've really missed the mark. Quite the opposite, actually. Vickie, why did your husband leave you?"

"He met some little 20 year old bimbo and ran off with her."

"I see," said Leslie. "When Adam and I were first married, something similar happened to my Mom. Dad got tired of her and got himself a trophy wife. At first I was really angry at my Dad, but then I got to thinking and realized this was a very common occurrence. So, Adam and I talked about it. A lot. We made a pact in the first year of our marriage that either one of us could have sex outside the marriage."

Vickie took in a deep breath. "You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not. My logic was that if men need to go off and have sex with 20 year olds, why should that force us to get a divorce? I mean, Adam and I love each other a great deal. But, if he gets the urge to have sex with someone younger than me, does that really change the fact that we love each other? No. But, if he feels guilty and the trust erodes in our relationship, divorce is eminent."

"But, Leslie, how in the world can you trust him if you give him permission to go off and have sex?"

"Well, there are rules to our pact and they are critical. Rule number one is that we keep no secrets at all. If one of us has sex with someone else, we have to tell the other one right away. There are no hidden names or identities. Rule two is if one of us decides to spend the night at someone else's place, then we have to call the other one that night so there will be no worries about safety. Finally, rule three is that we don't bring anyone to our house unless the other has agreed in advance."

"Oh my goodness, Leslie, you're making all of this up!"

"No, really, I'm not," said Leslie as calmly as she could manage. "Both of us, BOTH of us have slept with other people during our 15 years of marriage. Adam tends to occasionally have fuck buddies. I, on the other hand, tend to only have an occasional one night stand with someone I meet on girls' night out."

"What are you girls talking about?" Adam asked as he strode into the room.

He was met with complete silence as the Victoria and Leslie just looked at each other. Suddenly, they both broke out into laughter. "What's so funny?" he asked. After several seconds of uncontrolled laughter, he turned and walked out the door, "Women!" That just caused another round of laughter louder than the first.

In between breaths, Leslie asked, "Vickie, why don't you come by on Sunday morning for brunch, just the two of us. Adam will be playing golf with the boys."

***

Aimee got back to her house shortly after 1 AM and immediately went up to the apartment she shared with her roommate, Claudia. The big, old Victorian house had three floors, which had been divided up for student housing. The bottom floor contained a big kitchen and a common living room with a TV and three couches around the walls. There was one apartment on the first floor that was shared by two girls who were graduate students. The second floor contained five apartments of varying sizes; some were rented as singles and some as doubles. Also, on this floor was a common bathroom shared by all the girls on that floor, and also used by the graduate students who lived on the first floor. Claudia and Aimee shared an apartment on the third floor that had actually been converted from attic space. It was small, but there was a common bedroom and a separate bathroom that was just for the two of them. They had a small TV up here and rarely went downstairs except to eat.

Aimee smelled like smoke from the bars. She hated that. She stripped off the little black dress that she was wearing and walked over to her chest of drawers wearing only her lacey black bra and matching black panties. She grabbed one of her uncle's tee shirts that she had brought to college with her, and went into the bathroom. The bathroom contained a giant, old claw foot bathtub that Aimee reckoned had been removed from the second floor bathroom when they had installed all of the showers down there. She started filling the tub with hot water and lit four large candles that stood by the sink. She flicked off the overhead lights, stripped off her underwear, and climbed into the tub.

After several minutes of soaking with her eyes closed, she heard the door to their room open. "Claudia. I'm in here."

The door to the bathroom opened and then closed as Claudia came in. "College 'men' are all boys!" She made quotation marks with her fingers when she said, "men."

"Tell me about it," Aimee said closing her eyes again.

Claudia walked over to the toilet, picked up her skirt, pulled her panties down to her ankles, sat down, and began to pee. As she peed, she pulled her blouse up and over her head and tossed it on the floor by the door. Next, she undid her bra and threw it on top of her blouse. Bending from the waist, she unfastened the straps on her high heel shoes and kicked them off, throwing the panties on the growing heap of clothes at the same time. When she was done peeing, she pulled some toilet paper off the role, reached between her legs and wiped her vagina, and then got up stepping out of her skirt in one fluid motion. Without a word, she stepped over the edge of the tub and sat down in the hot water between Aimee's legs facing the same direction as Aimee was facing. She leaned her back against Aimee's heavy breasts. "Now, that's what I'm talking about," she said.

"I couldn't have said it any better myself," cooed Aimee as she lifted her hands and place them around Claudia. After several minutes of complete relaxation, Aimee began to gently fondle Claudia's breasts. Claudia's parents were from Brazil and her skin was the color of coffee with milk. She had a really nice big round butt that was common to Brazilian women. Not fat, but ample. She was very fit, with a tiny waist that really accented her ass. She had perky breasts the size of small grapefruits with dark nipples that were very sensitive. She was fond of saying that she thought there was a direct wire that connected her left nipple to her clit. Aimee was well aware of this connection and used it to her advantage.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get any better..." Claudia whispered.

"Come on," Aimee said, "and I'll give you a massage."

"Twist my arm," replied Claudia climbing out of the tub.

The girls dried off and walked into the bedroom. Claudia lay down on her stomach without bothering to pull the covers back off of her bed, with her head on her folded arms, eyes closed. Aimee put a CD into the player, turned the volume down very low, and pushed, 'Play.' Quiet new-age music began to fill the room. Next, Aimee walked over to the nightstand beside her bed and pulled out a bottle of scented massage oil and two toys: a small vibrator that was only about 4 inches long by one inch wide, and a long strand of anal beads that were each about 1 inch in diameter. She set the toys down on the bed beside Claudia's feet, poured oil onto her hands, rubbed her hands together to make sure that the oil was warm, and began to massage Claudia's calves.

After working on her legs for about 10 minutes, Aimee moved her attention to Claudia's back. She oiled her back good and then picked up the anal beads. She applied a liberal amount of oil to the beads and inserted the first bead into Claudia's tight little asshole. Claudia didn't flinch or make a sound. Aimee returned to working on her back. Every few minutes, Aimee would insert another bead into Claudia's butthole and then would return to working on her back, and then her arms. By the time she had finished working on the back of Claudia's body, she had inserted all 15 beads into Claudia's asshole. "Okay, baby, time to roll over," Aimee whispered, as she dared not destroy the relaxing mood in the room. Claudia rolled onto her back, her perky breasts flattening under their weight to look like two half grapefruits lying on her chest.

Aimee applied more oil to her hands and began to work on Claudia's legs. When she reached the top of her legs, she carefully avoided her vagina so as not to start too early. Next, she massaged Claudia's arms, then her face, and finally her stomach. When she was done, she put a little more oil in the palms of her hands, and positioned herself above Claudia's head. She reached down, past her face, and began to knead her breasts. Claudia's nipples immediately began to become erect. After several seconds of teasing, Aimee squeezed her nipples between her fingers and rolled them gently. "Ohhhhh, nice," Claudia moaned.




The Assistant Ch. 02



Aimee got up and walked to the other end of the bed, picked up the small vibrator, and flipped it on. She circled Claudia's mound with the tip, carefully avoiding the very sensitive area near her clit. She slid the vibrator into Claudia's tight pussy and slowly worked it like a tiny penis. Claudia began to move her hips up and down in rhythm to the motion. After several minutes, she pulled the vibrator out and placed the tip several inches above her clit. Slowly she allowed the vibrator to move down toward her clit. As the vibrator got closer, Claudia lifted her butt off the bed to help the movement along. But, Aimee was wise to Claudia's tactics and made sure not to rush things along. When she touched Claudia's clit, she let out a low guttural moan. Aimee moved the vibrator from her clit and repositioned it several inches above. She repeated this pattern several times.

"I'm ready," Claudia whispered. "I want to come really, really bad. Please make me come."

Aimee placed her hand under Claudia's back and urged her to role over on her stomach. Claudia immediately flipped over and then lifted herself up so that her weight was on her knees and her chest, her big, round butt thrust high in the air. She reached out with her hands and grabbed the pillow above her head in a tight grip. Aimee moved behind her and thought, "no wonder men love fucking girls from behind. Look at that beautiful ass. If I had a dick I sink it all the way in to the hilt!"

Aimee moved the hand with the vibrator underneath Claudia's pussy and grabbed the ring connected to the anal beads with the other. She had found with a lot of experimentation that she could make Claudia come simultaneous with her pulling out the last bead if she did it just right. Aimee pulled on the ring and the first bead stretched the tight orifice of Claudia's asshole. With a very faint pop, the first bead popped out. "Oh damn that feels good..." Aimee applied the vibrator to Claudia's clit and started pulling on the ring again. The next bead reached her asshole and started to stretch the tight muscles aside. Faster now, she began to pull the beads out, sensing the right speed from the undulations of Claudia's hips. "Yeah...yeah...I'm almost there....I'm going to...coooooooome."

After several minutes with Claudia positioned with her ass high in the air, she finally lowered her hips to the bed and sighed. "That was amazing. Do you want me to do you now?"

Aimee glanced at the clock. It was almost 2:30. "No. Why don't you just use your mouth instead?"

Aimee lay down next to Claudia with her head on the pillow. Claudia climbed in between Aimee's spread legs and put her mouth just a few inches from Aimee's wet, steaming pussy. She could smell the musky smell and anticipated the taste. She started by lightly kissing the inside of Aimee's thighs and then slowly moved towards her vagina. When her soft lips found Aimee's clit, she moaned, "Perfect."

She closed her eyes and began to daydream. Uncle Mike was sitting on the couch wearing his pajamas watching football and Aunt Michelle was sitting in her chair reading a book. Aimee was lying on her stomach on the carpet in front of the couch, her chin resting on her hands. She was watching football because there was nothing else to do. "Hey, baby," Mike said to Michelle, "how about a blowjob while I watch the game?"

"Mike! Aimee's in the room if you didn't notice."

"Oh, that's okay. I like rather watch that than this stupid football game," Aimee said.

"Yeah," said Mike. "It would be like dual entertainment."

"Look, lover boy, this book is good and you just sit there and watch your game."

Mike looked forlorn. Aimee turned around to look at him and saw that he had his hands under the waist of his pajama bottoms and was rubbing his semi-erect cock.

"I'll give you a blowjob," Aimee offered.

Mike looked up expectantly, and then glanced over at Michelle.

"Alright, you two win. I'll dooooo it." Michelle set her book down begrudgingly.

"No, really," Aimee said, "I really enjoy doing it. Please."

"Okay missy. Go ahead if you really want to."

Aimee pulled her tee shirt off exposing her fully nude body. She had learned to really like the way Uncle Mike stared at her tits. He was very careful not to initiate anything. Aimee felt really powerful, like she was always in control of this big man and she liked the way that made her feel. She patted the floor next to her.

Mike got up from the couch, pulled off his pajama bottoms and boxer shorts, and lay down next to Aimee. She climbed between his legs and slowly started sucking his cock the way her aunt had taught her.

Michelle found it very distracting and finally gave up trying to read. She put the book down in her lap and watched Aimee work her mouth up and down her husband big, thick cock. After several minutes, Aimee pulled her mouth off of Mike's dick and asked, "Aunt Michelle, how many sexual positions are there?"

"Well, sweetie, there are literally dozens, but all of them are based on three basic positions. They are called missionary, woman superior, which is sometimes called cowgirl, and doggy style."

Aimee looked up at Michelle confused. "Missionary, woman superior, and doggy style? I don't get it. Can you show me?"

"I guess the education continues." Michelle got up from her chair and pulled her nightgown up and over her head. As she walked across the room toward them, her heavy breasts swayed from side to side. She lay down beside her husband and said, "Okay, first missionary."

Mike rolled over and up on top of Michelle. "Aimee," said Michelle, "if you move down to be by our feet you'll get a better view."

Aimee moved as directed. She could see Mike's cock just inches away from her aunt's wet pussy. Mike moved his hips and his dick slid right into her hole. Aimee was amazed how her aunt's pussy seemed to swallow his dick. The lips of her pussy were stretched wide and fit perfectly around the shaft of his dick. He slowly began to move his hips back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of her aunt's cunt.

"This position is called the missionary position because the Roman Catholic priests taught the 'savages' of South and Central America to make love his way."

"You're kidding!" Aimee exclaimed.

"No. The church even tells us how to fuck."

"The next position is woman superior or cowgirl." Mike pulled out of his wife and flipped over onto his back. Michelle threw a leg over him, put her weight on her knees facing him, and reached around across her own butt to grasp Mike dick. She pulled his dick up so it was pointing like a missile at her twat, and she slowly lowered herself onto his dick. "The best part about this position, from the woman's standpoint, is that you can feel all of your lover's dick. This gets the most dick in your pussy." Aimee could clearly see that all of Uncle Mike's cock was inside her aunt. Michelle started rocking back and forth, while Mike reached up and kneaded her heavy tits. "There is another thing that you can do in this position that men love, but you have to have really strong thighs." Without letting Mike's dick slip out of her, she picked up her left leg and placed her foot on the floor. Next, she picked up her right leg and placed that foot on the floor so that all of her weight was on her feet. She then began to ride up and down on Mike's dick using her thighs to do all the work. Mike said, "Man, this feels great."

After a few minutes of riding on his cock she said, "There is another variation of this position, too." She then stood up, turned around, and lower herself back on Mike's dick, this time facing away from him. "Men like this position because they can see your butt. Butts are a real turn on to most men."

"Why?" asked Aimee truly confused. "Everyone has one."

"You'll see in just a minute." Michelle started riding up and down on Mike's dick in this position. Mike reached down to spread Michelle's ass cheeks apart. He looked up at Aimee, winked at her, and motioned for her to come up by his face. When she arrived he said, "look."

Aimee could see Mike's dick going in and out of her aunt, but she also noticed Aunt Michelle's little butthole for the first time. "Aimee," Mike said, "put your index finger in your mouth for a second and get it real wet." Aimee did as instructed. "Now, put your finger in Aunt Michelle's butthole.

"Really?"

Michelle answered for him. "Really. But, only if you want to."

Aimee tentatively put her finger on Michelle's butthole and pushed. There was resistance at first, but then her finger slipped right in. She was amazed at how warm and soft it felt. She was also shocked to learn that she could feel her uncle's cock going in and out of Michelle's pussy. After a few moments of this, Michelle said, "And now, the favorite position of men world wide: doggy style."

Michelle allowed Mike's dick to slip out of her as she crawled forward towards Mike's feet. She got on her hands and knees and turned around to look at Mike and Aimee. She lowered her head toward the carpet to raise her ass even higher and waved it in the air. "What does a girl have to do around her to get fucked?"

Mike winked at Aimee again and got up on his knees. He crawled over to Michelle and without a pause, he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them really wide. Aimee noticed that Michelle's pussy was swollen and gaping wide. She also noticed again the pretty pink butthole only inches above her pussy. Mike asked, "Aimee, would you like to give me a hand? Come over here and put my dick in Aunt Michelle's pussy."

Aimee eagerly obliged and loved seeing his dick sink to the hilt. Mike reached around Michelle and grabbed her hips. He then began to fuck her slowly, letting his stomach and hips slap against her butt with a whack. Aimee moved to the side to get an overall view of the action. Michelle lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, and Aimee could see her full, heavy breasts swaying underneath her to the rhythmic fucking she was getting. Aimee reached out and put her hand underneath one of Michelle's tits and lifted. She was amazed how heavy it was. She took the nipple between her fingers and rolled it like Mike had done to her several times before. "Um, that feels good," Michelle purred. Aimee moved back and put her left hand on Michelle's butt. She slid her hand along the crack of her butt and inserted her middle finger into her butthole. She then reached under Michelle's stomach with her right hand and found her wet pussy. She took Michelle's clit between her forefinger and middle finger and started to massage Michelle's pussy. Michelle quickly began to moan, "It won't be long." After several more seconds of thrusting, Michelle came with a low moan, "I'm cooooooooooming."

Mike slowed down considerably. Pumping gently while Michelle recovered. "Aimee," he said, "it won't be long for me either. Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

"Sure!" Aimee exclaimed excitedly. She loved to feel her uncle's dick pulse and then feel the warm come stream down her throat.

"Okay, I'll warn you when I'm about there, so be ready." With that, he began to really pound his hips against Michelle's butt, thrusting his cock deeply into her. Michelle responded by thrusting her ass back against him, a loud whacking sound now filled the room. After only about 30 seconds he said, "O...kay...Aim...ee...I'm...al...most...there." Aimee crawled over next to her uncle and got on her knees waiting.

Suddenly, Mike pulled out of Michelle and stood up. Aimee grabbed his cock and put her open mouth close to his dick, but before she could clamp her lips around his cock, the first spurt of semen erupted from its head and squirted across her face. Before the second stream erupted, she managed to get her full lips firmly around the shaft and swallowed for all she was worth. It felt like a gallon of come, even more than the first time she had given him a blowjob, but this time it was easy to swallow every bit. She also could smell and taste her aunt's pussy on his cock.

When he was finally done, he said, "Aimee, that was great. Thanks, baby."

Michelle added, "Come here sweetie, you've earned a special award tonight."

Aimee laid down next to Michelle and Michelle licked the come off of Aimee's face. "Yum, tastes, nice." After a few quiet moments Michelle said, "You keep helping us come, but bless your heart, you never get to come. Well, tonight that ends." Michelle crawled down between Aimee's legs and began to lap at her pussy.

"Oh, my, that feels amazing," Aimee said, realizing that it was not Michelle's tongue, but Claudia's tongue working on her pussy. Claudia was an expert at making Aimee come and in a few short minutes Aimee arched her back high into the air and ground her pussy hard against Claudia's mouth. "Ohhhhhhhhhh, sooooooooooo nice."

After Aimee lowered her butt back to the bed, Claudia climbed up and laid her head on Aimee's shoulder. Aimee asked, "Why do we have two beds in this room? Can you even remember the last time we slept in separate beds?"

After a few seconds Claudia said, "Well, there was that time we both brought boys back on the same night."

"Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I met a man today."

"Do you mean a college boy?"

"No," Aimee said, "a man. He's thirty something and has a fantastic body. Great dick, too."

"Oh yeah, what's his name?"

"I can't tell you...he's married...and also, there is something else about him that would get him in trouble if I told you his name."

"Oh my gosh," Claudia said, "You're fucking one of your professors!"

"No, not fucking...yet."



The Assistant Ch. 03



“I want an exclusive with Entertainment Tonight,” says Andrew, Matt’s evil publicist, on his cellular phone. “Damn it, I said ET. That’s right, ET.”

I’m in a limousine with Matt and Andrew; we’re on our way to a private screening of a new film on Fifth Avenue. Andrew insists that Matt should attend more movie premiers. “It’s cheap publicity,” he says. “Whatever,” retorts Matt. I, for one, am excited about attending a premiere, for I have never been to one. I went shopping with Bianca this afternoon and bought a sexy red dress made of silk at Barney’s. I feel like a femme fatale in it. Matt and I are sitting on either side of the limousine, facing each other. He’s looking at me and smiling brightly. He looks so handsome in his brown suit and black tie with little smiley faces on it. I laugh a little at the silliness of his attire.

“Mr. Steiner doesn’t want any interviews,” Andrew continues, “but he has agreed to an exclusive with Entertainment Tonight.”

Matt is still looking at me, and instead of looking away in self-consciousness, I look back at him and ask, “What?” 

“Nothing,” he says flirtatiously.

“I don’t like it when people stare. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Really? Okay, I won’t stare. You look very pretty in that dress, by the way. Very sexy, actually.”

I feel my cheeks turning as red as my dress. “Thank you,” I stammer.

It’s been two days since Penelope, the model Matt had a brief liaison with, left for Paris, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what Matt said that day. I don’t like the fact that he has brief sexual encounters with women. I think he has a problem with intimacy, I mean, what else could it be? But what else is there to expect from a gorgeous actor, for God’s sake! Still, I cannot love someone who’s obviously afraid of relationships. One thing is certain though: I don’t think I’ll ever tell Matt how I feel about him.

Andrew finally gets off the phone and tells Matt that he has arranged an interview with Entertainment Tonight. “I have arranged it for after the movie,” he adds.

Matt looks at him with annoyance. “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? This is good publicity. You have a new movie coming—”

“It’s November, and the movie won’t be out until spring,” Matt says roughly.

“Yeah, but still, you could use some publicity. You’re a little too private, Matt. And that’s a big no-no in this business. Besides, I work in PR—it’s what I do.”

“I hate interviews,” Matt says, “and I hate journalists. With the exception of Karla, of course.” He smiles and winks at me.

Andrew glares at me as though I were some sort of intrusive troll. I glare back at him. Andrew doesn’t intimidate me anymore. If truth shall be told, I think he has a crush on Matt. I’ve noticed that he gazes at Matt with an intense and adoring expression. Also, he is sitting a little too close to Matt. Matt doesn’t seem to notice. Good. 

We arrive at the red carpet. The paparazzi take pictures of Matt as soon as he steps out of the limousine. Andrew and I are standing behind him, like two overprotective bodyguards. I may be his friend behind the spotlight, but tonight I am merely part of his entourage. The glare of the lights is blinding me. The celebrities walk confidently on the red carpet and wave at the paparazzi. I prance around the carpet as though I’m a movie star in my own right. This is very exciting. Never been to a movie premiere before!

This is the best thing that could happen to an aspiring entertainment columnist. This is the kind of exposure I have hoped for since college. I’ve always been fascinated with the entertainment industry. I have a great deal of knowledge in this field—I’ve been collecting biographies and articles on celebrities since I was a kid. Let me say right off that it is not the glamorous lifestyle that fascinates me (though it certainly doesn’t put me off either), it is the art form itself. I admire entertainers for their dedication to their craft. It amazes me how celebrities willingly sacrifice their private lives in favor of their careers. But then again, judging by the admiration and treatment they receive, I don’t think they mind said sacrifice so much. 

In the theatre, we watch a movie that critics refer to as a “dark comedy.” I see the darkness of the film, but not the comedy. I sit next to Matt. Andrew is probably preparing the interview with Entertainment Tonight. Matt and I are finally alone. Well, almost. 

The theatre is silent. There’s only the sound of the movie.

As we watch the movie, Matt gingerly puts his arm around my shoulders. I glance at him. He smiles earnestly and kisses me on the forehead, which causes me to swoon. God, I wish we were on a real date! 

The film is called Cupid Is Crying and the story is about a happily married man who is seduced by his sexy mother. The marriage is going well, and the relationship between his wife and her mother seems normal. But for some reason, the mother-in-law seduces the man. She is very persuasive and determined. She walks around the house naked (she lives with the married couple) in front of him when her daughter’s not around, calls him at work, speaks seductive words to him, accosts him in the shower—anything to get him into bed. There’s a disturbing scene in which she pours menstrual blood into his coffee. Apparently, it’ll put him under her spell. After several weeks of intensive seduction, the man finally gives in. He abandons his wife and falls madly in love with his mother-in-law. He even proposes a move to Paris with her. But she doesn’t want to move to Paris. “Okay,” he says, “we can live here. We can buy a house in the country.” She says no. She doesn’t want to move in with him. She doesn’t want him, period. She tells him this. The man looks perplexed. “What’s going on?” the man asks.

To which the mother replies: “I am not in love with you. It was a ploy. It was all a ploy. I wanted to know if it could be done. I wanted to know if I could seduce my son-in-law.”

“And?” the man asks.

She says: “And I was able to seduce you. It was easier than I thought it would be. I am pleased with my achievement: you have fallen in love with me. Well, sonny, I hate to disappoint you, but I cannot reciprocate your affection. I would never do such an abominable thing to my daughter. She knows about all this. In fact, this was all her idea. She wanted to test your fidelity. And you failed. You failed miserably. I’m sorry if I have hurt you. But did you really think I would drop everything and leave with you? Did you really think that?”

His wife and mother abandon him. His heart is broken. A realization slaps him abruptly in the face: he is alone and unloved. Wallowing in sadness, he shoots himself in the heart, a proclamation of the emotional pain he had endured when his mother-in-law, the woman he’d fallen madly in love with, seduced and then left him.

Ugh, what a depressing story. I may not be a film critic, but I give it two thumbs down. I try to hide my disappointment.

When we get up, I ask Matt if he enjoyed the movie. 

“Not really,” he says. “Did you?”

I shake my head. “I thought it was too dark.”

He asks if I could join him at a cast party at the director’s house. He says the party will be held in a brownstone on West 77th and Columbus Avenue—a few blocks away from where I live.

I accept the invitation.

At the party, Andrew immediately mugs Matt. I walk straight to the living room and sit on a leather couch with a glass of Chardonnay in my hands. This is a nice party, very small and intimate. Most of the furniture here is made of marble and leather. There are a few famous guests at the party—including the cast members of the movie. There are several reporters taking pictures and talking to the celebrities. Matt is getting his picture taken with two other actors, one of whom is the star of Cupid Is Crying. I am alone on the couch. Nobody wants to talk to me. I feel like the invisible woman.

“Hi, Karla,” says a female voice from behind. 

It’s Amanda, my work crony. “Hi,” I say, smiling.

She sits next to me. “I am so glad you’re here,” she says. “I’m bored out of my mind.”

“So am I.”

Amanda looks as breathtakingly beautiful as always. She’s wearing a silk shirt, a cardigan and black trousers. Her make-up is flawless and her blonde hair is pinned into a bun. I feel inadequate next to her. 

“Make some chitchat,” she demands.

“Um . . . okay. How’s work?”

“No, not about work. I know I’ve said that we should get together once in a while and discuss work, but not tonight. Let’s talk of other things.” 

“Okay.”

For several minutes, we talk about the film and the actors in it. We both agree that the movie sucked. We then touch on other topics such as the difference between nineteenth century authors and the ones of this era. But suddenly, her expression changes. She leans forward, looks at me intensely and says, “You’re having a hard time finding work as a journalist, right?” 

I’m a little confused by the sudden change of subject, but I answer, “Yes.”

“Okay.” She pauses for a moment. “There’s something I have wanted to ask you—”

“What is it?”

“—but I don’t know if I should.”

“Why not?” 

“It’s kind of personal.”

I blink several times. “Go ahead and ask.” 

She licks her lips and says, “My question is: why don’t you just write an article and have it published? What’s holding you?” 

I don’t answer right away. No one has ever asked me that before. “I’m . . . afraid . . . I guess.”

“What are you afraid of?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Tell me.”

There is something pushy and controlling in the way she tells me this, and I don’t like it. I take a gulp of Chardonnay, wipe my mouth with a napkin and say: “I’m afraid of rejection. And I’m terrified of becoming a failure. My father expects me to succeed at all cost. He says he knows my full potential, but I’m not sure I believe him.” I put my face in my hands and let it all sink in. I hadn’t confessed this to anyone until now. I feel strange about having made this confession to someone I barely know. 

Amanda is silent. 

I say, “I have connections. I know someone who writes for the New York Observer. And I know that all I have to do is write an article and have it published. Become a freelancer or something. But I’m terrified of the outcome.”

There’s an awkward pause.

“Well,” Amanda ventures, “I know that most journalists start out as freelancers and make a lot of money that way. It surprises me that you haven’t done that.” She looks at the saddened expression on my face. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, I—”

“It’s okay,” I interrupt. “I’m glad you asked me. In fact, having confessed this to someone has made me feel better. And I thank you.”

Amanda smiles uneasily.

As we sit in silence, Daniel Stevens, Matt’s geeky co-star, waves to Amanda. She rolls her eyes and says, “You’ll have to excuse me. His highness needs me.”

I nod empathetically.

I resent Amanda for bringing back such unpleasant feelings. I hadn’t thought of them for quite a while. I know all about becoming a freelancer, but I’ve been afraid—or rather, petrified of rejection. I don’t have the courage to write an article, the mere thought of it makes me shudder with dread and anxiety. How could something I love overwhelm me so much? There are times in which I hate the thought of becoming a journalist, but then I realize that that’s not true, that I simply don’t want to lose my father’s admiration and respect. He believes in me, and I don’t want to disappoint him. I have had days during which I’ve been disconcerted and depressed because of this. Sometimes I feel like there are two people inhabiting my body, that I have multiple personalities or something. There’s Karla: the aspiring journalist. And then there’s Karla: the gutless loser, the wimp. But I don’t dwell on it anymore. In fact, I haven’t had time to think about it lately. I have a new obsession: Matt Steiner. Now, he’s the one that throws me into a state of intense turmoil. But if I were honest with myself for a moment I’d realize that I am rather enjoying this new obsession. 

I’m on my third glass of Chardonnay. This party is boring. I don’t want to be here anymore. I feel unwelcome in this place—celebrities don’t associate with regular people, at least not the ones at this party. I wish I could go home. There’s nothing remotely interesting here, and I do mean nothing. Bored, I glance around the house and notice that Matt is staring at me from across the room. We smile at each other. I point to the empty chair next to my own and mouth, “Sit.” He obeys. His arm brushes against mine as he plops down on the couch. He has a tall glass of scotch in his hand and he’s chewing on the ice with a sexy grimace that makes my mouth water. 

“I don’t like crowds,” he says.

“Me neither.”

“I’m antisocial,” he says, laughing a little, “and Hollywood actors can’t afford to be antisocial. Are you antisocial, Karla?”

“No, don’t think I am.”

He laughs affectionately.

“I take it you don’t like this party,” I say.

“Nope. It’s dull”

“I agree.” I take a sip of Chardonnay and look at all of him. “I like your tie.”

He beams. “You do? It’s my favorite tie. I had it specially made.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I like smiley faces; they cheer me up. It’s like magic. And I do know for a fact that my tie is magic.”

“I see,” I say, trying not to laugh. His tie is magic? What the hell is he talking about?

“Whenever I feel gloomy,” he continues, “I don my magic tie. It transforms me, Karla. It transforms me into a happy person. This tie turns sadness into happiness. It’s definitely magic. I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

As he rambles on about his magical tie I ask myself: Will I ever find a normal man? Here I am at a cast party having the most ludicrous conversation with the man I love. I want to burst into laughter, or maybe into tears.

As if reading my mind, he says, “No, I’m not crazy.” He laughs. “But I am strange.”

“I don’t think you’re strange,” I lie. 

He leans his head against the couch and looks at me dreamily. “Yes, you do,” he says.

We gaze at each other.

He smiles softly and says: “I like you, Karla. I like you because you are sweet and sincere to a fault. Sincerity is a rare commodity these days, which is why I feel I can be myself around you. I really value our friendship.”

I’m touched. But I wonder what he meant when he said that I’m sincere to a fault.

“Karla?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like to join me for a stroll in the park? I don’t want to be here anymore.”

I accept without hesitation.

We stroll around Riverside Park for a few minutes. The wind hits our faces as we sit on a bench near the river, just like the night we went to the art gallery. It’s very cold tonight and I’m shivering. The air smells of dry leaves. Matt looks straight ahead at the river and is quiet. I stare at the river flowing by and wonder why he likes it here so much. I know he’s mentioned something about wanting to be alone, but why does he bring me here? I mean, the view of the river is beautiful, but there’s also something somber and mysterious about it. I look at him. His blue eyes look vacant and forlorn. Perhaps this is some sort of spiritual escape for him. Or perhaps this place reminds him of something—or someone. He looks as though he’s in some other world—he’s here, but not in spirit. I don’t know if I’m making any sense, I guess my thoughts are rambling a little because of the cold weather. 

After about thirty minutes of silence, I say, “I wanna go home.”

He doesn’t answer.

“I’m freezing.”

He remains silent. 

I sigh. “I’m going home. It’s almost midnight and I’m tired.”

“Don’t,” he finally says. “Please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.” He sounds vulnerable when he says this.

“But I’m tired. And it’s cold. I have very dry skin, especially around my hands. See?” I show him my hands. “The coldness makes them dry and brittle.”

“You should wear gloves,” he says absently. 

At the risk of annoying him, I hum, “Baby It’s Cold Outside.”

“Cut it out,” he says.

Agitated, I grind my teeth maniacally.

“Stop it,” he says, laughing a little. “You’re making me nervous.”

“Sorry.”

I look around the park. This is a dark and deserted area—there is not one soul walking around here and there are no street lamps in sight. We could easily get attacked and killed and no one would be able to rescue us. This thought scares me. 

“Doesn’t it scare you to come here alone at night?” I ask him.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know I’m safe here. Besides, I am not alone. I have you.” He looks at me and smiles meaningfully. The sweetness in his tone would’ve captured me if I weren’t freezing to death. 

I try to look at the stars in the sky, but the bitterly cold weather does not allow me to concentrate. My suede jacket is not warm enough for this kind of weather. What shall I do? Out of desperation, I rest my body against Matt’s. I want the warmth of his body to protect me against the cold. He puts his arm around my shoulders, which makes the situation seem less awkward. I feel safe and warm in his arms. I bury my face in his neck and close my eyes. His masculine scent is captivating. I could easily drown in the smell of his skin. Suddenly, as if driven by an involuntary force, I kiss his neck. Then I kiss it again. And again. I kiss it several more times. I am unable to stop. I don’t want to stop. 

Matt is silent.

I slowly unbutton his jacket while I kiss his neck. I slide my hand under his shirt and caress his chest. I stroke the back of his neck with my other hand. 

He’s still looking straight ahead at the river. 

I softly kiss his ear and caress his torso. As in automaton, my hand makes way to his trousers and proceeds to caress his crotch. I am both appalled and delighted to find that he’s got an erection. I am momentarily frozen with wonder. I’ve given Matt Steiner an erection!

His breathing is shallow now. “You smell lovely,” he murmurs. Finally, he puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses me so hard I gasp with sheer pleasure. His kiss is passionate and strange at the same time—his hunger is almost uncontainable. Amid the kisses, I marvel at my tour de force: I have seduced Matt Steiner. We continue to kiss as he tries to undress me with one hand. 

My breasts roll free when he removes my bodice. He traces one nipple with his cold fingers as he kisses his way to my breasts. A tantalizing shiver runs down my spine as Matt takes one nipple into his mouth. He bites the nipple, which causes me to wince at first. Then I toss my head back, enjoying the sharp yet gentle sensation of his bites.

What am I doing? I can’t do this. I know there’s a very good reason I shouldn’t be doing this; I forget what it is. There’s something unsettling about all of this. He only has sexual relationships—he’s said so himself. I pull away.

“I should be going,” I say abruptly.

“But—”

“I’m leaving.” I put my bodice back on and walk away.

“Wait! Let me walk you home.” I look back at him. His eyes look disappointed. 

When we arrive at my building, he tries to kiss me on the lips, but I stave him off with both hands. 

We look at each other in silence. He looks sad and lost, like a child starving for affection. I take a deep breath and walk slowly toward the door. 

“Karla! Wait!” he shouts.

I turn to him and say, “What?”

He doesn’t respond.

I throw out my hands and repeat, “What?”

Still he says nothing. He simply looks at me expectantly.

“I don’t know what to say,” I tell him, “except that I can’t sleep with you. I can’t allow it to happen. I’m sorry for what happened in the park. I shouldn’t have tried to seduce you.”




The Assistant Ch. 03



[Note from Author: Although this story is about Aimee, she does not appear in this chapter. This chapter involves her professor, Adam Grey, his wife, Leslie, and his secretary, Victoria, and sets the theme for future chapters involving these three. This chapter is a major departure from the Incest theme, and may be a disappointment for those who are reading this story for that theme. Take heart, however, because this chapter is short and Aimee will definitely reappear soon. --Vysis] 

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The alarm clock startled Adam. The disk jockey was going on about some charity benefit run planned for later in the day. He rolled over and slapped the doze button just to shut the guy up. Leslie rolled over and said, "Do you want me to fix you some breakfast before you leave?"

"No. You just sleep. It's only 4:30."

"Okay. Good night." With that she rolled back over onto her side and fell fast asleep.

Adam had placed his golf clothes in the guest bedroom the evening before so that he wouldn't disturb Leslie any more than he had to. He took a quick shower to wake up, got dressed, made himself a couple of pieces of toast, and jumped in his Jeep for the one and a half hour ride to the golf course. In New Mexico it is hard to play golf in the heat of the day, so Adam and his buddies always got an early tee time on Sunday morning to avoid playing in the heat. This morning's tee time was at 7:30, which allowed him to enjoy the sunrise over the mountains and the desert.

About nine o'clock, Leslie rolled out of bed, took a shower, and was getting dressed when the doorbell rang. She walked down the hall pulling her shirt over her head.

"Vickie! Right on time. Come on in."

"Good morning. You look nice in your yellow shorts."

"Aren't you sweet? I was hoping that after brunch we could take a walk in the desert before it gets too hot. Beaux loves to chase jackrabbits, but if it gets too hot, they're not out and he overheats looking for them. He's too dumb not to chase them!"

Leslie sliced a melon, placed two halves on separate plates, and removed a large bowl of fruit salad from the refrigerator that she had made the night before. "Vickie, please take these out to the patio. I thought we'd eat outside."

Leslie also grabbed two champagne flutes and a bottle from the refrigerator, and went out to the patio to join Victoria.

"So, we never got to finish our conversation on Friday," said Victoria. "You know, the more I thought about it yesterday the more I realized you were right. My ex-husband admitted to me that although his sex life is great with Bernadette, that's his trophy bimbo...uh wife, he has very little in common with her. But, you know, he would not have had to leave me for her if I had been willing to let him have some fun on the side. I bet that Bernadette does things to him in bed that every man dreams of; it was worth it for him to leave me. I guess my best revenge is that he seems to be as miserable as me...except he has a sex life and I haven't been with a man since the divorce."

"Ah, baby, you have to get on with your life! Why don't you go find yourself a young stud?"

"Oh, you're preaching to the choir. I'd love to find myself a boy toy. The problem is that I can't seem to meet any nice guys. You know I'm 31, which is not old, but the college guys aren't really interested in me when they have several thousand twenty-somethings running around. The guys that I meet in the bars all have something wrong with them; that's why they're not married. And, don't even get me started on the blind dates that my mom has set up for me! Believe me, Leslie, you are so lucky to have Dr. Grey."

"Why don't you ever call him, Adam?"

"I don't know. The day after I started working for him he asked me to call him 'Adam,' but I guess I thought it was just too familiar. I mean, he is...well, really good looking, and I just didn't want to get too close to my boss. Now that I know him, I realize that it wouldn't matter. But, I've just gotten used to calling him, 'Dr. Grey'." 

"Champagne?" Leslie offered the bottle to Victoria.

"Of course! Maybe if I get drunk I'll forget that I don't have a man."

"Maybe if you get drunk, you won't have to forget that you don't have a man."

Victoria stared at Leslie for several seconds trying to understand what she meant and then, once she had formulated several possibilities, she then tried to decide if she was excited or disgusted. She decided that she liked all the options and dove into the fruit salad. "I'm starving!"

After their brunch, the girls took a long walk through the desert that lay just outside the borders of the Grey's subdivision. Beaux chased three or four jackrabbits, but of course failed to catch any; however, he brought home a small scrub brush as an alternative trophy. After about an hour, they got back to the house. Beaux ran for the water bowl in the kitchen, slopped water all over his face and the floor, and then laid out flat on the ceramic tiles on the patio trying to absorb as much of their coolness as possible. "That looks like a good idea," said Vickie as she fanned herself with her hand.

"Why don't we go for a swim to cool off?"

"Well for starters, I didn't bring a suit with me."

"Not to fear, I've got several suits to choose from."

"Leslie," Victoria exclaimed putting her hands on her hips to emphasize, "my hips haven't been as narrow as yours since I was 20!"

"First, Vickie, your hips are not much wider than mine." She walked behind Victoria and grabbed her hips. "Second," she moved her hands off of Victoria's hips and grabbed two handfuls of butt, "your ass is firm and tight like a 20 year old!"

"Oooh!" she exclaimed surprised by Leslie's move. "I got my Christmas goose early this year!"

"But, look, if you don't think you can fit into any of my suits, that's not a problem either. We'll just go without."

"What?"

"Why not? I do it all the time. No one can see over our privacy fence, we're the last house on the street so we don't have any neighbors beside us or behind us, and Adam is playing golf. He won't be home for hours."

"Really?"

Instead of an answer, Leslie simply stripped off her shirt, dropped her shorts to the floor, reached around to unfasten her bra, and then pulled her panties down to the floor. Without saying a word, she walked through the patio door towards the pool clad only in her tennis shoes and socks. Vickie had to admit that she was stunning: tall, fit, and olive brown, with her firm butt swishing back and forth. No tan lines at all. I guess she really does swim naked all the time. Can I really do this? Why not? What am I afraid of? With that, Vickie followed suit, stripping to only her tennis shoes and following Leslie to the pool. By the time she had gotten there, Leslie had already kicked off her shoes and socks and was treading water in the deep end of the turquoise water.

"What are you talking about girl? Hippy! There is not an ounce of fat on you!" Leslie exclaimed admiring Victoria's body.

"Yeah, well, you haven't seen all of me yet!" Victoria turned her back to Leslie, bent over from the waist, and untied her shoes. "The caboose is not as small as it used to be."

"You've got to be kidding me! Your butt is perfect. Nice and round. It could use some sun though! I've never seen such a white butt in my life!"

Victoria smiled and dove in the water right next to Leslie. "Well, it's getting some sun today!" She took a deep breath, bent over so that her ass momentarily poked out of the water, and dove to the bottom of the pool. Leslie followed her down, and then they both shot to the surface for air.

"God, this feels good," Victoria said, looking over at Leslie.

"Come on, let's go to the shallow end and lounge for a little while."

After about 20 minutes in the pool, Victoria suggested that they get out to sun themselves for a few minutes. "Okay, but let me put some sunscreen on you before you fry. You really need to get out more!"

"Well, talk to your husband. He's the one that keeps me in my office all day."

"Trust me, he's going to know just how white your butt is!"

Victoria grabbed a beach towel from the pool locker and placed it in on a reclining patio lounge chair. She lay down on her stomach and closed her eyes. The sun felt good on her cool skin. Leslie went to the locker and chose the sunscreen with the maximum protection. She walked next to Victoria, squirted a liberal amount into her hands, and applied it to her back. When she was done, she squirted more sunscreen into her hands and then started working on her legs and feet. After what seemed like an hour to Victoria, Leslie finally applied sunscreen to her butt. Victoria noticed that Leslie was very careful to get all of her butt, including some parts that probably had never seen the sun. She was surprised by the jolt of electricity that shot to her head when Leslie brushed her hand across her butthole.

"Okay, that ought to do it. Now, roll over and I'll get your front."

Victoria did as ordered and Leslie started by applying sunscreen to Victoria's face. She then moved to her chest, spending plenty of time on Victoria's breasts. "This is the first time a woman has touched by boobs," Victoria thought, surprised at how soft Leslies hands were as compared to every other man that had pawed her breasts. Leslie moved on to Victoria's stomach, and then finished by doing her legs. Victoria was surprised at how disappointed she was when she realized that Leslie was finished and was not planning on seducing her. Victoria thought, "At first I was worried that she was going to try to seduce me, and now I'm sad that she didn't. Damn, I do need a man, and bad!"

Leslie lay down on the lounge chair next to her and closed her eyes, enjoying the late morning sun. 

Victoria heard Beaux jump up and run into the house, but didn't think anything about it. After a few seconds she heard the patio door slide open and far too late realized that Adam had stepped outside onto the patio.

"Oh shit! My boss is going to see me buck-naked!" Victoria thought to herself.

"Hi, honey, you're home early," Leslie said, getting up from the lounge chair to meet him halfway. She kissed him on the lips and whispered into his ear, "I need you to do me a huge favor and fuck Vickie really hard."

"What?" he whispered back to her, but Leslie had already turned and was walking back to her chair. She saw the fear in Victoria's eyes. "Honey, did you see that Vickie is her, too?"

"Uh, well, yes, as a matter of fact I had noticed. Hi, Vickie."

"Uh...hi." Victoria was getting more embarrassed by the second. She quickly started formulating a plan in her mind. "While I'm lying on my stomach he can only see my butt. If only I could get up and wrap this towel around me really quickly, he might only get a brief glimpse of my boobs and vagina."

Leslie sensed Victoria's thoughts. "Relax, honey, I'll make Adam join us." Leslie raised her voice so that Adam could hear her. "Sweetheart, why don't you rinse off in the pool."

Taking his clue, he began to disrobe right there next to the pool. "This is freaking weird getting naked in front of my secretary. What in the hell is going on?" Adam wondered.

As Adam walked toward the pool completely naked, Victoria admired his dick swaying back and forth. "Wow. He is even better looking than I imagined."

After several minutes in the pool, Adam climbed out next to the girls. "Honey, Vickie probably needs a second layer of sunscreen. I mean, look at how white her butt is!"

Leslie's prophetic words came back to Victoria now. "'Trust me, he's going to know just how white your butt is!' Well, I guess he does now!"

Adam reached down for the tube and started applying sunscreen to her back. She could feel the immense difference in Adam's strong, calloused hands as compared to Leslie's. Adam hurriedly finished with her back, and then her legs. When he got to her butt, he made sure to cover all of it, but he didn't stop there. He inserted his thumb into her butthole and then inserted two fingers into her wet pussy.

"Your pussy feels like you were waiting for that," said Adam.

"You have no idea," replied Leslie, not giving Victoria time to protest.

"Well, I guess I was kind of hoping he would do something like that." Victoria reached up and grabbed Adam's flaccid cock. She began to gently pull his dick, admiring it as it started to become erect. "I've got an idea of what you could do with this."

After a few moments of working her pussy with his fingers, he pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He positioned his face behind her butt and began to lick her pussy from behind. He could taste the sunscreen, but knew that when he got her juices flowing that taste would quickly be replaced by the acrid taste of her juice.

"Oh wow! I can't tell you how long it's been since someone licked my pussy like that."

After several minutes of licking her clit, he then moved his attention to her butthole, giving it a workout with his tongue and sliding a finger in and out of the hole. "No one has ever given me a rim job before. I can't believe how amazing this feels."

Adam was still confused and thought, "I can't believe I'm fucking my secretary, and that my wife insisted. What in the world is going on?"

"Please...please fuck me. Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad."

Adam got up on his knees and placed the head of his cock on the lips of her pussy. He knew by her pleading that it had been a long time and he really wanted her to enjoy this. He slowly pushed forward, allowing his dick to enter her. When he reached the bottom, he pulled out slowly, allowing his dick to come completely out of her pussy. He then repeated this about ten times.

"Oh god, you're teasing me. Please Dr. Grey, please fuck me hard."

"Don't you think that we've reached a new plane in our relationship, I mean with me having by cock inside you and all? Don't you think it is finally time you called me Adam?"

"Okay, Adam, fuck me hard."

Adam needed no more encouragement as he began to ram her hard from behind. Slap, slap, slap filled the air. After only a few seconds, Victoria moaned and came, shuddering violently. Adam slowed down to let her catch her breath.

"Hey guys, can I join in?" Leslie asked from the other chair.

Adam turned to look at his beautiful wife. She had her legs spread wide apart and had obviously been rubbing her cunt with her fingers.

"Come over here and lay down, Adam."

Adam walked to the other lounge chair and lay down where his wife had been. "Okay, Vickie, you impale yourself on his cock. I'm going to sit my pussy on his face."

Victoria walked over and straddled Adam's hips, picked his dick up, and lowered herself onto him, his dick easily sliding into her swollen pussy. As she started to rock up and down, Leslie lowered herself onto Adam's mouth. As he started to lick her pussy, Leslie leaned forward and kissed Victoria on the mouth, and then moved to her breasts, sucking on each nipple alternatively.

"I'm going to come again!" Victoria cried. "Oh, yeah, I'm coooooooming!" This was enough to send Leslie over the top, as she cried, "Meeeeee toooooooo."

When Leslie climbed off of Adam's face, Victoria could see that Leslie had really soaked him. Juice was running down both sides of his face, and then down the sides of his neck.

"Okay ladies, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn. Who wants the honors?"

Victoria looked at Leslie and said, "You've been more than generous with your husband's services. I'd like to watch you get fucked for a change."

Leslie walked over to the patio table, bent over from the waist, and spread her legs wide. "Come on stud, fuck me. Fuck me good."

Adam stood up and walked behind his wife. "Yes, ma'am."

Adam grabbed her hips and rammed his dick into his wife's wet, hot cunt. He began to pump furiously.

"Come on baby. That's right; fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like an animal."

Victoria walked up behind Adam and hugged him, pressing her tits into his back. She then lowered herself into a squat, reached up between his legs, and started gently fondling his balls with her fingernails. It was more than he could take. He erupted as his come filled Leslie's twat.

After Adam stopped breathing hard he inquired, "Now, does someone want to tell me what in the hell is going on here?"

The ladies started laughing.

"Oh no, not again." 



The Assistant Ch. 03



I really shouldn’t have. But I wasn’t aware of what I was doing. I couldn’t help myself; my face was in his delicious neck. I am indignant with myself for having been so aggressive. And the way I started touching and kissing him! My God! Does the word finesse mean anything to you, Karla? You practically raped the man for heaven’s sake! How could you be so desperate and weak? He will never look at you the same way again. He’s probably lost all respect for you. Serves you right for having done what you did. 

I deserve the reproaches I’m inflicting on myself. I wish I could slap myself several times. I wish I could disappear. I wish I could ignore my loins, which are burning for him.

Matt is still looking at me persistently.

“Go home, Matt,” I say. “And again, I’m sorry.”

But he doesn’t move. He just keeps staring at me. 

“Do you want me to hail a cab for you?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer.

“Say something!”

“Is it okay if I spend the night with you?” 

He looks like a little boy—a spoiled, rich and famous little boy. I’m annoyed by his stubbornness. “Look,” I say, “I’m cold and tired and all I want to do right now is take a nice deep bath. I’m not going to ask you in. So give it up.”

“I want you, Karla, and I know that you want me. Now stop playing games and invite me in.”

Un-fucking-believable! He thinks I’m playing hard to get. I’m not playing games. I’m dead serious. But I’ll show him. I’ll show him that he can’t mess with me.

“I am not going to sleep with you, Matt.”

“Can’t I at least persuade you?”

“No. Don’t waste your time. It’ll never happen. Ever.”

He sighs. “Okay, I’ll leave,” he says, crestfallen. “Goodnight, Karla.”

“ ’Night.”

After a sullen gaze, he starts walking away. If he thinks that I’m falling into that old trick—pretending to leave so I’d change my mind—he is sadly mistaken.

Only he doesn’t seem to be wavering. He really is leaving. He’s even hailed a cab!

Well, well, well! He wasn’t interested in sleeping with me after all. I should have known it was all bullshit. I mean, shouldn’t he have tried some more—even if I had no intention of taking him up on his offer? Disappointed, I open the door and look back at him.

A taxicab stops in the curb. He’s about to step in it . . .

“Matt?” 

He turns to me. “Yes?”

I suck in my breath before answering. “Get over here before I change my mind.”



The Assistant Ch. 04



I awake early the next day to the sound of Matt singing in the shower. He’s singing Billy Joel’s “Keeping the Faith.” He sings off-key, but I rather enjoy the sound of his voice coming from my bathroom. I feel exhilarated. Overjoyed. It’s amazing what sex can do to you. I wrap myself in the duvet, which smells of him. I am so happy it’s indescribable. 

Last night was incredible. As soon as we entered the apartment, we clawed at each other until we landed on the futon. I surrendered to his soft kisses and indulgent touch. He was so gentle. A man has never been that gentle to me before. And when he was inside of me! The second he entered me we sort of gasped with pleasure at the same time. His hips rocked back and forth as his big, beautiful cock buried deep into me. His thrusts were passionate and exquisite—nice and slow. He pulled halfway out, lingered there as he showered me with kisses, then reentered me with an urgency so delectable I had to stop myself from coming. “Karla,” he barely whispered in my ear. “Oh, Karla.” 

I, on the other hand, was not quite so gentle. I devoured him like a starving child at a buffet table, whereas he treated me like something that ought to be handled with utmost delicacy. His thrusts became unpredictable as he quickened his pace—they went from shallow to deep. His new speed turned me into a caged animal that had finally escaped to freedom. I pushed him off me and straddled his hips as I positioned myself on top of him. It was with his magical tie that I tied him up—his hands bound together on the headboard. And that was how I rode him. He didn’t protest as he watched me become all the more aggressive. As I moved up and down on him, feeling the tickle of Matt’s kisses on my ample breasts, the frustration I’d had for weeks had finally unraveled. I was so caught up in the moment that I came almost without noticing. 

Before I could collect myself, Matt positioned me in all fours. He made love to me for the second time, his moves varying from tender and considerate to brazen and grave. He spoke soothing words to me and kissed the back of my neck and caressed my breasts. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. I almost felt ashamed of the way I’d ridden him a few minutes ago.

I came four times last night.

After sex—or should I say lovemaking—we watched TV for a while. I made us bacon sandwiches and washed them down with cold beer as we watched Nick at Nite reruns. I told him that he could spend the night here if he wanted to. And he did.

We slept together—literally. Actually, he slept. I watched him curled around me as he breathed warm air against my neck. It was nice. I dreaded the thought of him leaving. I felt like tying him up on my bed again. He’s mine, I thought. He’s my property. 

I come to when I hear Matt getting dressed in the bathroom. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep. I don’t want to make things awkward for us. The morning after is always awkward, and I try to reduce the awkwardness by pretending to sleep. I can hear him putting on his pants, his shirt, his shoes and his jacket. He walks up to me and kisses me softly on the lips.

“Karla?” he whispers as he shakes me lightly. “Last night was wonderful, Karla,” he murmurs into my ear. “See you later, okay?”

I do nothing. I just pretend to sleep. 

I finally hear him leave.

I must have fallen asleep right after he left because I awake two hours later to the sound of the alarm clock. It’s nine a.m. I can’t believe he’s gone. I shouldn’t have closed my eyes. I shouldn’t have pretended to sleep. Now I wish I had made him coffee or something. Actually, to be honest, I am glad I had made things less uncomfortable for us. It was for the best. 

But what if—oh horror of horrors—he regrets having slept with me? What if he wants no part of me? What if I walk into the office and he ignores me or treats me with cold indifference? Oh, God, I can’t believe what I’ve done. He’s going to ignore me—I just know it! In fact, I’m sure he’ll act as though nothing’s happened between us, that I am simply his assistant, which, unfortunately, is true. I wish I hadn’t slept with him. I am a weak woman. I am a weak, meek and pathetically horny woman who can’t control her animal urges. 

Shit! I have to go to work in an hour. God only knows what Matt’s going to say once I’m there. He’ll probably gaze blankly at me and say, “Hiya, Karla! Great sex last night! Could you make me a cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese for me? And why don’t you call Sandra Bullock for me and tell her that I’m up for a bit of fun tonight. You know, the sort of fun you and I had last night!” The thought of it makes me cringe. But I have to face the music, I mean, he is my boss, and I can’t miss work today. I’m going to work. I have no other choice.

Matt is talking on his cell phone in the main room. I walk straight to the office and sit on the leather couch. I feel tensed and nauseated. Beads of sweat are forming on my forehead.

“Good morning, Karla,” says Matt, entering the office. My heart leaps at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning,” I say in a monotone as I get up to make coffee, feigning casualness.

He walks up to me and kisses me on the cheek. He seems animated and has a blissful expression on his face. “You’re looking particularly fetching today,” he says, eyeing my sensible floral dress and strappy sandals.

“Want some coffee?” I ask, ignoring his flirtatious tone. 

“Sure.”

As I pour coffee on two mugs, he puts his arms around my waist and presses his lips to the crown of my head. His breathing is steady and warm. I feel as though a sharp needle is slowly piercing through my skin. I close my eyes for a moment. As we embrace, I think of what Matt told me on the day Penelope—the woman he had a brief liaison with just days before he slept with me—left for Paris. He told me about the arrangements he makes with women. Is that what this is? And if that’s what it is, why hasn’t he told me? The whole dynamic between us is wrong—I sense that something strange is going on here, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“I had a lovely time last night,” he murmurs. “You were insatiable. Can’t wait to do it again.”

Abruptly, I pull away. “Leave me alone.”

He looks at me with surprise. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He scratches his head and looks at me expectantly. “Karla,” he nags, “what the hell’s going on?”

“Oh, come on, Matt. Do you think I don’t know what you’re up to?”

He gives me a funny look.

I look at him impatiently and huff, “Well?”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re on about,” he says, sounding sincere. “Enlighten me, why don’t you. Go on,” he urges, deadpan. “Tell me what I’m up to.”

“You know what I’m talking about. You’re not that stupid.”

“Well, I guess I am stupid because I’ve no clue what you’re talking about.”

I stare at the ceiling for a moment, take a deep breath and say: “Am I one of your little fuck buddies now, one of your little ‘arrangements’?” I make the quotation marks with my fingers.

His eyes open wide. “Sorry?”

“You heard me.”

“What do you mean?”

I suck on the inside of my cheeks, which makes a loud kissing sound. “A few days ago,” I begin, “you told me you make sexual arrangements with women. You said that you fuck them for a few days and then leave them. And you also said that the arrangements are always amicable. Well, well, well, Matt. I guess you forgot to let me in on our little arrangement.”

A startled look flickers across his face. “That’s not what this is,” he says ruefully.

My heart skips a beat. Is it possible that he wants to be with me? That he wants me to be his girlfriend? That he’s fallen in love with me? “Well . . .,” I stammer, adrenaline swifts through my body in the form of nausea. “Are you saying that this is for real?” My voice cracks a little when I ask this. I can’t help but smile. This is for real; he wants me to be his girlfriend! To think I almost ruined things!

He clears his throat in nervousness.

I wait for an answer.

But he says nothing.

My heart plummets faster than running water in a faucet. This isn’t real. He doesn’t want me to be his girlfriend. He hasn’t fallen in love with me.

I laugh sarcastically and look straight ahead at the door. “Well,” I say, with feigned indifference, “I guess it’s not real. But that’s okay. I sort of expected this reaction from you. I’m not surprised.” I fight back tears. I don’t want to cry in front of him. “One thing is certain though, I will never sleep with a sleazebag like you again.” 

I grab my handbag and stride toward the door, but he grabs me tightly by my arm and looks at me with forlorn eyes. I cover my face with one hand—I have begun to cry and I don’t want him to look at me. 

“Karla, I—”

“Let go of me!” I shout.

“Karla,” he whispers to me, a mixture of earnestness and sadness in his tone.

“I said let go!” I try to free myself, but his grip is too strong.

“Karla, Karla,” he says.

He sure loves to utter my name. I hadn’t noticed that until now.

“I don’t want to hurt you—”

“Let go!” 

“—and I don’t want you to cry over me. I’m a horrible person, Karla. I really am.”

I glance at him. His blue eyes have lost their light. “You’re not a horrible person, Matt,” I tell him.

“Yes, I am. I’m horrible. And selfish. I’m a selfish bastard.”

He’s still holding me tightly by the arm. I can feel the bruises forming on my elbow.

“But,” he continues, “I want you, Karla. And I know that you want me too. I don’t see the point in hiding the fact that we want each other.” I feel his minty-fresh breath against my cheek. “Don’t you think so, Karla? Isn’t it pointless to resist?”

“Why are you doing this?” 

“Because last night was amazing. I’m sure you’ll agree with me when I say that last night wasn’t just about sex—it was far more meaningful than that. We needed each other. Why can’t you admit that you’re in need of someone to hold? You see, Karla, I, too, am in need of someone to hold. I want our loneliness to disappear from our being, for there are few things in life I hate more than loneliness. We could keep each other company for a little while—”

“Ah-ha!” I exclaim. “The arrangement!”

“No! That’s not what I—”

I finally manage to pull away. I walk toward the door, but then I look back at him and say, “You have a serious problem, Matt. I think you should get your head examined. Or maybe you don’t need a shrink. It’s painfully obvious that you have problems with commitment.”

“That’s not what it is,” he whispers sadly. 

“Well, then what is it?”

“I can’t tell you.” He looks down at the floor humbly, as if wishing he could disappear.

I feel sorry for him. I have no idea what his problem is, but that doesn’t mean I should humor him and agree to his appalling arrangement. “I’ll work from home today. Call me if you need anything.” I grab my jacket and exit the penthouse.

The next day I do nothing but watch TV and read glossy magazines. I have thought about quitting my job, but I don’t know if I should do it. The job pays well and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like having Matt around. I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do. 

As I skim through the pages of Cosmopolitan magazine—Jeans: Find the Perfect Fit for Your Body Type! Top One Hundred Sex Positions! Is He Cheating on You? Take Our Quiz and Find Out!—I hear a knock on my door.

“Who is it?” 

“It’s me”—Matt Steiner—“open the door, Karla.”

Before I could stop myself, I open the door without hesitation.

“Hey!” he says jovially as he enters my apartment.

“What are you doing here?”

He shrugs and smiles. “I wanted to see you. And I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday. I didn’t mean to scare you. But I’ve warned you about my persuasiveness.”

He looks so beautiful. I can’t help but be flustered by his beauty every time I see him. “Um . . . Would you like something to drink?”

“Yeah, sure.”

I go to the kitchen to get a drink. When I come back out with a bottle of larger, Matt is perusing my books on the shelf. He has a book in his hand.

“Writing and Reporting News: A Coaching Method,” he reads. “Was it helpful?”

“That’s a college textbook,” I say brazenly, “they’re never helpful. Here’s your drink.”

He takes a gulp of beer as he continues to peruse my books. He grabs another one and reads the title out loud. “One Hundred Ways to Seduce A Man.” He laughs. “Interesting.”

Ah, the book Bianca gave me. Or rather, the book Bianca forced me to keep. I’ve only read a few pages. It is your typical self-help book about finding men. The book says that women should have the power in a relationship and that seduction is the key that opens a man’s heart. There are various seduction techniques, one of which is flattery. Actually, flattery is the number one seduction technique in the book. According to a relationship expert, a man cannot resist flattery. Men, like women, want to feel desired. (Ha! I knew Bianca had been reciting passages from the book on the day we got together at that café for Broadway aficionados.) The book promises that if I follow the flattery technique, the other techniques fall right into place. I find it grotesque. I don’t think women should follow such stupid rules. Why play such petty games? Why can’t we just be ourselves? Why do women feel inadequate without men? Why do women need men to validate their existence? And why are men encouraged to be single? Why the double standard? Mental note: never listen to Bianca again.

“Put the book back on the shelf,” I demand.

“Okay, mommy,” he mocks.

“Why are you here?” I ask, agitated.

“Oh, please, Karla, don’t make me repeat myself. I came here because I wanted to see you. I also wanted to apologize for my behavior. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Apology accepted. Now please leave.”

He walks up to me and kisses me hard on the lips. The touch of his delicious mouth on mine momentarily paralyzes me with desire. His tongue caresses mine, and I soon feel my conviction dwindle. 

What am I doing? I can’t fall for his charms again. I push him away.

He gives me an indignant look. “Why are you playing games?”

I shoot him a look of disdain. “I’m not the one playing games here, Matt. Why don’t you spend the night with one of your ex-girlfriends, or former sexual partners, or whatever the hell you call them.”

“No. I want you.”

“You already had me.”

“I want you again.”

“You can’t,” I tell him. “Sorry.” 

He frowns. “Okay. But I want you at my apartment first thing tomorrow morning. There are plenty of things for you to do. You’re my assistant, after all.”

“Fine.” I open a window as far as it could go. A cold breeze enters the studio. The city is breathtakingly beautiful at night. I sit in a chair next to the window and gaze at the city lights. Matt is silent, probably waiting for me to give in. I am not going to sleep with him again. I AM NOT!

As if sensing my thoughts, he says, “Oh, how disappointing. I had something special planned for us tonight.” 

I continue to gaze at the city lights, ignoring him.

“All right,” he says angrily. “I’m going home. Happy now? You’ve blown it, Karla. You’ve no idea what I had in store for you tonight. I mean, if you thought last night was great . . . ” 

He waits a few seconds, hoping he’s piqued my interest. When I fail to respond, he shouts “Fine! Goodbye, Karla!” and storms out of the apartment.

I look out the window and watch as he raises his arm at the oncoming traffic and a yellow taxicab dashes to the curb. Matt climbs in and is driven away. I laugh in contentment at my tour de force: I have resisted Matt Steiner. I have managed to contain myself. 

I have won. 

Later that night I receive a phone call from Ben. As if I don’t have enough stress already. 

“Hi, sweets,” he says enthusiastically. “How are you?”

“Never better, Benny,” I say dully. He doesn’t seem to notice the miserable tone in my voice.

“Good. I just wanted to make sure that you were still alive—you haven’t called me since we last got together, hon. Bianca, Ricky and I are gonna catch a flick at the Angelika tonight. Wanna join us?”

“No, Ben. Not in the mood.”

“Uh-oh. What’s the matter? Having trouble with Mr. Famous again?”

“No,” I answer sullenly.

Ben sighs. “Girl, why don’t you just fuck his brains out and get it over with? He won’t turn you down. No red-blooded American—albeit straight—man turns down a free lay from a beautiful girl. Besides, you’re in need of a good lay, aren’t ya?”

Oh dear. 

“When was the last time you got some anyway?” I can hear a smile in his voice.

I lie and tell him that I haven’t had sex in six months.

He replies by saying: “You poor thing! Or rather, your poor thing.”

I feel great! Want to know why I feel so great? Well, I have turned Matt down for a third time. Yes, you’ve heard me. I’ve turned him down again. I went to work this morning feeling strong and determined. He tried to seduce me several times, to no avail. I was as cool as a cucumber. In fact, I even scared him a little by threatening to sue him. “What you’re doing to me has a name,” I said dramatically. “It’s called Sexual Harassment.”

He was silent for a moment. Then he looked at me apprehensively and said, “Your petty attempt at scaring me is beneath you, Karla,” and left the office. He didn’t bother me for the rest of the day. I feel quite proud of myself. I have managed to resist him again. I am invincible! I have won! I am happy, happy, happy! This is the most gratifying experience I’ve ever had in my life! 

Who am I kidding? I feel as though my loins are about to explode. I even yelled at a guy on the street for no good reason. I am not invincible. I am a meek, sexually frustrated freak! I’m a disgrace to womankind! I can’t forgive myself for being such a pathetic loser. 

I’m on my way home via the subway train. I’ve had a rough day. I don’t know what to make of Matt’s stubborn behavior. Could it be that I’m a challenge for him? I think that’s what it is. But then again, I could be wrong. There’s something very unsettling about his tenaciousness. He has a secret, I know that much. I remember the strange way he held Penelope. And I remember his reluctance to open up to me yesterday. What’s wrong with him? Why did he look so sad and lost when I left his house the other day? Why is he so secretive—so elusive and enigmatic? Suddenly, I have an epiphany: I am in love with a stranger. I know nothing about Matt Steiner. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that before! I’m ashamed to say that the only thing I know about him is that he’s a great fuck. This illustrates the absurdity of our relationship—if you can call it a relationship. 

The train is packed today. It’s 6 p.m. and everyone is going home from work. There are pictures of the cast of The Single Life all over the subway car. There are various poses of the cast members—including Matt Steiner, flashing his sexy smile. I stare at the pictures.

“Good evening my lady!” I hear someone say.

To my horror, the old Hispanic man, the one I always run into on the train, is sitting across from me. He’s looking at me and smiling, just like the other times. Furious, I glare at him and say, “Why are you following me?”

“I’m not following you,” he says, perplexed.

“Yes, you are. I keep running into you on trains. It can’t be a coincidence. Who the hell are you and why are you following me?”

He smiles and switches seats. He sits next to me. He’s wearing a gray raincoat and black trousers. His face is very wrinkled. The lines around his eyes are very prominent. Flustered, I glance at the other passengers. They’re either reading newspapers or staring into space—avoiding eye contact with the other passengers.

“You shouldn’t talk to your elders that way, honey,” he says, frowning. “A nice young lady like you shouldn’t behave that way.” He coughs lightly and runs his hand over his gray hair. He’s looking straight ahead at the subway car. “I’m sitting here waiting for this day to be over. Old age is a burden.”




The Assistant Ch. 04



"Good morning Dr. Grey!" Victoria exclaimed excitedly. "It sure is a beautiful Monday morning!"

"Well, isn't someone in a good mood this morning? Are we back to 'Dr. Grey'?"

Victoria got up from her desk and walked over to the coffee maker that sat in the corner. Adam noticed that she was wearing a very short, bright skirt with a flower pattern and a yellow tank-top blouse. "Yes I am! In a good mood that is." she replied, as she poured Adam his first cup of coffee for the morning. Adam admired her legs and how the fabric of the skirt hugged her butt as she bent over to put a spoonful of sugar in the steaming black liquid. "As far as 'Dr. Grey', I think I'll stick to that in the office and I'll use 'Adam' for social events outside the office."

"Maybe you should come over more often for social events," Adam said as she handed him the cup. "Thank you."

"I might just take you up on that offer. I could use some more social intercourse, if you know what I mean?"

Adam walked into his office, laid his briefcase on the desk, flipped on his computer, and started checking his e-mails. Adam had been very successful in bringing in grant funds to the department, so he was able to 'buy out' of some of his teaching duties. As such, he only had three courses this semester. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 10 AM he taught the sophomore history course for non-majors, History 101, Introduction to World History. On the same days but at 4 PM he taught the introductory history course for kids who thought they might major in history, History 110, Introduction to Twentieth Century History. On Thursday nights from 7 until 10, he taught an upperclassman course, History 490, Seminars in History, in which the students were expected to research a topic of interest to them and then present their findings to the class in a one-hour presentation. Typically, Adam would lecture for one hour, let the student lecture for one hour, and then the entire class would discuss the student's presentation for an hour after that.

All in all, it was a very light semester as far as work was concerned and Adam had successfully received funding for his new book on the Manhattan Project. His plan was to spend Tuesday and Thursday in their library and also at the cross-town college library when necessary. He also planned to study the documents that had recently been unearthed by The Manhattan Project Preservation Society in Los Alamos. The society had agreed to make the new documents available to real historians for a period of two years, and then they planned on releasing them to the general public. He hoped to drive to Los Alamos on Friday afternoon, work into the evening, spend the night, work all day on Saturday, and then drive back to Albuquerque that evening.

"Vickie," he yelled from his office to the outer office that Victoria occupied. "I forgot to get a class schedule from Miss Jameson on Friday after I interviewed her." Actually, when she left I still had my dick in my hand! "Please pull her application and find her cell phone number. Then, call her and ask her to drop by today."

"Okay. I still haven't had time to file her application, so it's right here on my desk." 

After a few seconds, he heard her dialing the phone, there was silence for about 10 seconds, and then he heard her hang-up. Next, he heard Victoria tapping away on her computer.

"Hey, what gives? I didn't hear you speak to her."

"I didn't. Her cell phone is off, so I'm sending an e-mail to her phone. Her outgoing voice mail message said she preferred to receive text messages. She probably has the ringer off while she is in class and just receives text messages."

"God save me from kids!" Adam said under his voice, while rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

Adam started gathering his class notes for his 10 o'clock class. Victoria yelled from her office into him, "She just replied to my e-mail from her phone. She said she would drop by right after her 9 o'clock class." Victoria got up from her desk and walked into Adam's office.

"Well, I won't be here; I've got to teach in fifteen minutes. So, when she comes by, please get her class schedule. Let her know what my plans are for doing the research on this book." Adam slid onto the corner of his desk some scribbled notes on his proposed schedule. Victoria walked around his desk and stood beside the chair that he was sitting in. She bent over to read his terrible handwriting. "If her schedule jives with this one, then we'll spend Tuesday and Thursday in town, and we'll travel up to Los Alamos for the next few weekends. I'm guessing that we can check out all the documents up there in six or seven weekends."

"Okay. Do you want me to fill out the prior approval forms for authorized travel from the University so that you can get reimbursed?"

"Uh, yeah, that's a real good idea. I'll sign them after class. Oh yeah, also we are going to need a place to stay up in Los Alamos on Friday nights. See what you can work out."

Victoria looked down at Adam with a gleam in her eyes. "Would that be one hotel room or two?"

"You're being bad!" exclaimed Adam, as he reached back and slapped her hard on the butt.

Victoria picked up the piece of paper, and walked to her desk. She placed the paper down, closed the door to the hallway in the outer office, walked into Adam's office and closed the door to his office. "If you're going to spank me, you'd better do it right." She turned around and kneeled on the couch that Adam kept in his office for the occasional long night at work. She placed her hands on the back of the couch and looked over her shoulder at him. "I've been a very bad girl."

Adam got up from his desk bewildered. Apparently he had un-caged a sleeping monster. He had never seen the sexual side of Victoria, probably because she had hidden it away to protect herself after the divorce. "Yes you have," he said. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you. If you cry out, it will be worse for you."

Adam walked behind her and lifted the fabric of her skirt high onto her back, exposing her bright yellow panties. He then hooked his fingers under her panties and pulled them down to her knees.

Whack! He slapped her hard on the right cheek. "Say, 'Dr. Grey I'm very sorry to have accused you of having ill thoughts of Miss Jameson.'"

Victoria's voice was a little shaky. "I'm sorry."

Whack! He slapped her hard on the left cheek. "You forgot part of it."

"Dr. Grey I'm sorry to have ill thoughts of Miss Jameson."

Whack! "No, that's not right. Say, 'Dr. Grey I'm very sorry to have accused you of having ill thoughts of Miss Jameson.'"

"Dr. Grey I'm very sorry to have accused you of having ill thoughts of Miss Jameson."

"That's much better. Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Okay, as further punishment, you will be required to give me your panties and go all day without any underwear."

Victoria stood up, let the panties fall to the floor, and began to walk out of the room.

"Wait a second young lady! Do you expect me to reach down and pick up your panties off the floor? Get back into position!"

Victoria walked back over to the couch and kneeled down. Adam again reached and lifted the fabric of her skirt, exposing her red ass cheeks. Whack! This time he hit her square in the middle of her exposed butt, and let his fingers linger as he barely grazed the lips of her pussy. "Now, do you think you've lost that attitude?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well then, pick up your panties and bring them to me."

As Victoria bent over to pick the panties off the floor, Adam could see the bottoms of her butt cheeks and the folds of her pussy as the fabric rode up her legs. She had a nice round butt that Adam appreciated. It was very different from Leslie's, although he thought his wife had a great ass, too. It's just that Vickie's ass is made for fucking doggy style! She brought the panties to him and placed them in his hands.

"In fact, I've decided that as a future punishment, you are grounded all week. You will not wear panties at all this week, and you must wear a skirt everyday. Do you understand me young lady?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

"Okay, now. Go out there and get to work."

Victoria reached over and gave Adam a light kiss on the lips. "I promise to be a good secretary from now on."

It wasn't until Victoria left his office that he realized he had a hard on and that he had to teach in five minutes. He grabbed his files and rushed out of the office.

When he was gone, Victoria sat down making sure that her naked butt was in contact with the cool leather of the chair. Man, he really whacked me! She began to transcribe some notes that Adam had made for her when Aimee came into the room.

"Hi. I'm Aimee Jameson. We met on Friday afternoon."

"Yes, hi," Victoria said, taking Aimee's outthrust hand. "Nice to see you again."

"I'm here to see Dr. Grey. I think he had you contact my phone."

"Yes. But, sorry, he's in class right now. He asked for me to get your class schedule." Victoria pushed a blank pad of paper toward Aimee. "Also, if you have any other social events planned in the next couple of months, you'd better let us know."

"Well, actually," Aimee replied, "I keep my entire schedule on-line. May I use your computer?"

"Sure." Victoria logged out of her administrative account and then called up her homepage. "Let me get out of your way." As Victoria stood up, there was the obvious sound of skin peeling from moist leather. "Uh, I was a little warm earlier," Victoria said, glancing up at Aimee while blushing.

Aimee plopped down into Victoria's chair, logged onto her student account, and called up her schedule for the remainder of the semester. "Can I just print this?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Just choose 'Print' and it will send it to that printer." Victoria pointed to the printer that sat on the desk behind her.

After the pages had been printed, Victoria compared Aimee's schedule with the notes that Adam had written. "Okay, this looks good. You only have an eight o'clock class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and it looks like your last class on Friday is Dr. Grey's class."

"Right."

"Okay. Dr. Grey's plan is for you and he to spend most of Tuesday and Thursday in our library and, when necessary, at the library across town. Also, there are some new documents that are being held at Los Alamos. Dr. Grey wants to drive to Los Alamos on Friday afternoon after your last class, work into the evening, spend the night there in Los Alamos, work all day on Saturday, and then drive back to Albuquerque that evening. How does that fit into your schedule?"

"Sounds good."

"Okay. You'd be paid, of course, for all of the time you are working. You'd also receive the standard per diem rate while you are out of town, which is $75 per day for food, and $120 per day for lodging. I can assure you that you will be able to eat and sleep in Los Alamos for far less than $195, so the rest is yours to keep. I will make all of the lodging arrangements. You and Dr. Grey will drive up in his car. It will only take about two hours. "

"That sounds fine to me."

"Okay. Good. I need you to sign some blank travel forms before you leave and I'll fill in all the other information when I get it. I'll make sure you see the final form before I turn it in." Victoria walked over to the filing cabinet across the office and bent over to get a form out of the bottom drawer, completely forgetting that she was wearing a short skirt with no panties. Too late she felt the cool air on her behind. Without looking back to see if Aimee had noticed, she bent her knees and kneeled down to retrieve the forms. When she rose and turned to bring the forms to Aimee, the look on her face was obvious. She had noticed. Oh, what the hell does it matter if she thinks I'm a slut?

"Okay, please sign all of these forms on this line here marked, 'Signature of Traveler.'" Victoria indicated the line. "Good. Okay, I'll take care of everything."

"Thanks, Mrs....uh, I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."

"Actually, it is Miss. Miss Victoria Twinings. But you can call me 'Vickie'."

"Thanks, Vickie." Aimee shook Victoria's hand, turned and walked toward the door of the office, and then suddenly stopped. Turning she said in a very low voice, "Sometimes I go without panties too when I wear a short skirt. It makes me feel sexy."

Victoria blushed and replied, "Yeah, it makes me feel sexy, too."

"But," Aimee pressed on, "You must have been a pretty bad girl to end up with a handprint whelp like that on your bottom!"

"Yeah, I guess I was a pretty bad girl. But, I've learned my lesson!"

"Vickie, I think we're going to get along real well."

"Yes, Aimee, I think we will!"

***

Adam pulled his Jeep into his driveway about 4 PM. Beaux met him at the door as usual, accepting the scratches behind his ears. "Hey, man. Where's mom?"

"I'm in here, honey," Leslie yelled from the den. "I was just about to leave for the club."

Adam walked into the den and found his wife wearing a white, collared pullover shirt, a short white tennis skirt, and white socks and tennis shoes. She had put her dark hair into a ponytail, and had pulled it through the hole in the back of the white baseball cap that sat on her head. "I thought you played tennis on Tuesday and Thursday."

"Well, yes, you're right. There isn't any league today and I'm not meeting anyone there. I didn't expect you home this early, so I thought I'd just run out to the club to see if I can find someone to play with me. Would you rather I stay home with you?"

"No, that's not necessary."

"You sure you won't think I'm a bad girl for leaving you home by yourself?"

"I'm not by myself. Beaux is here too, you know?"

Beaux raised his ears when he heard Adam say his name.

"By the way, speaking of bad girls, I think we may have created a monster with Vickie."

"Oh, yeah? What do you mean?"

"It was the weirdest thing today. You know we've always had this 'boss-employee' relationship. I mean, hell, she calls me 'Dr. Grey' even though I've asked her to call me 'Adam'. Anyway, I've never even had the first sexual thought about her...well, before I fucked her this weekend that is. Anyway, today I asked her to set up some hotel rooms for my new assistant and me up in Los Alamos."

"You mean your new assistant, Miss Hoover?"

"Yes, and her name is Aimee Jameson, wiseass. Don't make me spank you, too."

"Too?" Leslie raised her eyebrows.

"Well, I was getting to that. So when I asked her to make the arrangements, she asked me, 'Do you want one room or two,' so I gave her a slap on the butt and told her she was being bad. She left my office without saying a word, closed the outer door to her office, and then my inner door. She climbed up on my couch backwards..."

"Backwards? You mean like this?" Leslie kneeled down on the couch with her butt pointing back at Adam."

"Yes, just like that. Then she told me she had been a very bad girl and that I should spank her to teach her a lesson."

"And, did you?"

"Hell yes, I did! I lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and gave her several hard smacks on the ass. I think she enjoyed it, and I know I did. But, that's not all. I told her that she was not allowed to wear panties all day and to leave them with me. But, she just started to walk out of the room without handing them to me, so I made her get back into position and slapped her again. When I was done, I told her to hand me the panties and that she was grounded for the week. She has to wear short skirts without panties all week."

"You're kidding me? How hard did you slap her?"

"Pretty hard. Her ass cheeks were really red when I was done."

"And she liked it, huh?"

"Yeah, I think she really did."

Leslie put on her best baby voice. "Honey, did I tell you that I got a speeding ticket today? I was a really bad girl, too."

"A speeding ticket, huh? That is much worse than what Vickie did. I think your punishment will have to be much worse."

Still in the baby voice she said, "Oh, please Adam. Please don't punish me too hard."

"I'm sorry, honey, but if I don't teach you a lesson, who knows what might happen? You might go off and get speeding tickets everyday!"

Adam walked to the couch and sat down. "Okay young lady, stand up and walk over here."

Leslie did as directed. "Now, turn around and face away from me." Adam reached under her tennis skirt and pulled her tennis underpants to the floor. Then, he reached up and pulled her white panties to the floor. "Now, come her and lay across my lap." Leslie did so, placing her hips on his legs, her butt peaking out from under the short tennis skirt. Adam raised the fabric of the skirt and slapped her several times on each butt cheek until her olive skin began to become rosy. "Have you learned to slow down yet?"

"Yes, sir. I'll slow down."

"Well that's not good enough missy. We still have the speeding fine to deal with. You march into your room, take off all of your clothes, and stand in the corner until I get there."

With that, Leslie got up and marched back to their bedroom. Adam waited a full five minutes, while he got naked in the den. His cock was rock hard when he walked into their bedroom. Leslie was completely naked, standing, facing one of the corners. "You stay right there, missy, until I tell you to move."

"Yes, sir."

Adam walked into their bathroom and got a handkerchief from the pantry, a bottle of baby oil from the cupboard, and two of Leslie's scarves from her closet. He walked behind Leslie and placed the handkerchief over her eyes as a blindfold. "Now, come here." He led her to the edge of the bed. She started to climb onto the bed when he said, "No one told you to lay down."

"Sorry, sir."

"Now, you can start by sucking on my cock. But, if I feel any teeth at all, I'm going to spank you again."

"Yes, sir. No teeth."

Leslie felt her way down his body, kneeled in front of him, and hungrily sucked his fully erect dick into her mouth. He let her work on him for about five minutes when he lifted her up.

"Okay, for your next round of punishment, we will try something new." Adam took her wrist and tied her right hand to her right leg, about mid thigh. He then did the same with the other wrist. In this way, Leslie was free to move around, but she could not use her hands. "Now, lean over the corner of the bed." Leslie found that without the use of her hands, all she could do was place her weight on her feet and on her chest; her butt was thrust high in the air.

"Oh, god, I hope he doesn't spank me some more. I don't think I can keep playing this game if he spanks me. My butt hurts!" Leslies thought to herself.

Adam picked up the baby oil and started massaging it into her burning ass cheeks. Then, he began to lube her butthole. He placed a copious amount of oil on and in her butthole. "I know where this is leading. He hasn't fucked me in the ass in years," Leslie thought as her pussy began to flow. He stuck his index finger in her butthole and asked, "Do you understand why I have to punish you?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

He then inserted his middle finger in her ass, using both finger like a dick to fuck her ass. "Can you think of an appropriate punishment? I mean, how bad were you?"

"I was really bad, sir. But, I don't think I was so bad that you have to stick you dick in my ass."

"Well, I disagree." With that, Adam picked up the bottle of oil and liberally applied it to his dick. He placed the head of his dick against her tiny pink hole. "You'd better relax and this will go a lot easier for you."

"Yes, sir. I know."

Adam slowly, ever so slowly as not to hurt her, began to push forward. At first her anal muscles resisted his thrust, but eventually his persistence paid off as she began to relax. His well-oiled dick began to easily slide into her ass. Oh, man, is that tight! I forgot how good this feels! I won't last long in here! Adam began to slowly thrust his dick in and out of Leslie's butthole, taking short slow thrusts at first. Nice and easy so I don't hurt her. If I hurt her, this game will end really fast.




The Assistant Ch. 04



Within seconds, Leslie was pushing back against his every thrust. "I'm sorry I was a bad girl, sir. Please fuck my ass to teach me a lesson. Fuck me like the dog I am. Fuck me."

Adam began to really thrust at her urging.

"Oh, sir, I hope you don't come in my ass! That would be too much of a lesson!"

Adam began to feel his balls tingle and the skin of his scrotum start to bunch. Leslie was slamming her raised butt back against him as he fucked her ass from behind. "O...kay...bad....girl...her...it...comes!" Adam felt the come burst from his dick into Leslie's ass. He came and came, continuing to pound her butt from behind. When he pulled out of her, some of the come began to run out of her asshole and down her crack.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"I think so, sir. I hope I'm not a bad girl next week, too."

I hope you are!



The Assistant Ch. 04



I don’t respond. This guy could be a psychotic stalker and I don’t want to upset him.

He looks at me and says, “I take it you don’t know what I’m talking about, you young thing you. Bear with me for a little while longer, okay?”

I glance around the car in nervousness. “You haven’t answered my question.”

He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Yes, I did,” he says softly. “I already answered your question, sweetheart. I am not following you. Has it occurred to you that perhaps I’d think that you’re the one following me?” He lets a chuckle that’s almost inaudible. “Is it okay if we talk for a little while? I don’t talk with people much nowadays. I’d like to tell you my life story. I hope you don’t mind.” He pauses theatrically. “I was a family man. I had always dreamed of having a family. And then I had one. I had a beautiful wife named Elsa. Elsa and I were married for four wonderful years. We wanted to have children, but we decided to wait a few more years. We wanted to enjoy our lives together first. My life couldn’t be better.” 

“Why are you using the past tense?”

He ignores me and continues: “They say that happiness doesn’t last forever, which is true. Mine didn’t last. My wife died in a car accident.” He shakes his head dispiritedly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I mean, it ain’t your fault. Anyway, my life was never the same. A state of intense pain and sorrow befell me. There were times in which I couldn’t breathe. I was suffocating. I couldn’t live without my Elsa. ‘Why live?’ I thought. And that’s when I did it.”

“Did what?”

He sighs precariously and says, “I should probably say almost did it. At exactly two a.m. on a deserted subway platform—with a bottle of whiskey in my hand—I decided to jump toward an oncoming train. It would be quick and painless, for I wanted to get it over with. I wanted to be with Elsa and make the pain go way.”

A chill runs down my spine. “What . . . what stopped you from doing it?” I whisper, not wanting the other passengers to hear me.

He chuckles forlornly. “Until this day, I have no idea what stopped me. Perhaps Elsa stopped me. Or maybe I didn’t want to die. But the grief has carried me throughout the years.” He laughs at my saddened expression. “I’m a lonely man. I always thought that you youngsters hadn't the faintest notion what it's like to feel pain. Real pain. Profound pain. But when I look at you, I realize that ain’t true. For you’re lonely too, ain’t ya?” 

I put my face in my hands for a moment. I have felt lonely. I’ve never allowed anyone to get close for fear of getting hurt. Hadn’t Matt said something similar the other day? Something about being lonely and us needing each other? He had been right about that. And to have a complete stranger on a train point this out to me is not only bewildering, it’s downright creepy.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetpea,” he says, looking at me from the corner of his eye. “I thought I’d bring some light into ya. You’ve been in denial. Denial doesn’t change reality, sweetpea. No, siree.”

I look at him. I feel lightheaded when I look at him. “But . . . how do you know?”

“I’ve been lonely for far too long to not recognize it when I see it.”

“How’s it like?”

“How’s what like?”

“A lifetime of loneliness.”

He thinks for a second. “Lonely.” He laughs. “This side of the world—old age, I mean—is even lonelier. Can’t say I wasn’t in the prowl a few years after Elsa died. I had my fair share of ladies during my youth. But none of those women was my Elsa. Female attention didn’t make my loneliness disappear. On the contrary, it was more tangible. Let me tell you . . . What’s your name?”

“Karla.”

“Let me tell you, Karla. I regret not having killed myself. I regret it every single day. She was probably waiting for me with a smile on her face.”

“Your wife?”

“Yes. And I chickened out. Can’t believe it. People who say that suicide is a cowardice act have no fucking idea what they’re talking about. Not going through with it—that’s being a coward!”

I am silent as I digest his words. His bitterness is palpable.

I look at him uneasily. “Look,” I venture, “what do you want from me?”

“I want nothing from you,” he answers earnestly. “I only want to see you come in and out of the train once in a while. I want us to have that kind of separate togetherness. I feel less lonely—” 

“I don’t think I can help you feel better.”

“I feel less lonely when you’re around. Please, Karla, allow me to see you on the train. We can make some chit chat. Talk about the weather or something. I am not asking for too much.”

I take a deep breath, shrug and say, “Well, I guess there’s no harm in that.”

The train finally reaches my stop, but before I step out of it, I look at the man and say, “I don’t know your name.”

“You don’t? Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Carlos Sanchez.”

I smile. “See you around, Mr. Sanchez.”

Matt is standing at the entrance of my building. He is smoking a cigarette (I had no idea he smoked) and his head is hanging low—avoiding the gaze of people entering and leaving the building. He’s wearing blue jeans, a black dress shirt and his favorite tie with the smiling faces.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. 

“Waiting for you.”

“I could have you arrested for this, you know.”

“Arrested? For what? You accused me of sexually harassing you earlier, what have I allegedly done now?” He climbs the stairs after me. “I’m not doing anything wrong. Besides, I know you’re enjoying all of this.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask while unlocking the door to my apartment. Matt forces his way in. “I am not enjoying this. This is a nightmare. I want you to get out of my apartment before I—”

“Before you what?” he asks, challenging me, annoying the shit out of me.

“Before I . . . call the police.”

“Go ahead and call them.”

I sigh in exasperation. “Really, Matt? Aren’t you afraid of a public scandal?”

“Nope,” he replies cynically.

“Huh.” I try to think of a good retort. “You’re really not afraid? I mean, I could sell this information to—oh, gee, I don’t know—a tabloid newspaper? I can just see the headlines now—‘Heartthrob TV Star Stalks His Personal Assistant.’ They’d have a field day with this!”

He’s silent for a moment. Then he smiles and says, “Go ahead and talk to the press. I’ll put myself at your disposal. I could use some cheap publicity. Andrew would be pleased.”

He’s pissing me off and loving it. I don’t know what else to say to him. Desperate, I try another tactic: begging. “Please, go away,” I squeal. “I can’t be with you, Matt. Why can’t you understand that? I’ve had a lousy day. You’ve no idea what just happened to me on the subway. Some old guy told me all these creepy things and . . . Look, just go away! You’re a stranger to me. I hardly even know you, for God’s sake. I mean, I didn’t even know you smoked cigarettes and—”

“I only smoke when I’m nervous.”

I feel the veins around my neck throbbing uncontrollably. I point to the door, but he doesn’t move. “You stubborn asshole.”

He looks hurt. “Karla, why can’t you admit that you want me? Why can’t you admit that you’re enjoying all of this? You love to play games—it’s your modus operandi.” He cups my cheek in his palm and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. I close my eyes. “You said you’d sue me for sexual harassment, but I am not sexually harassing you. You see, Karla, I know that you’re afraid to get close to me, and I don’t blame you. I know I haven’t been very open and honest with you. But that’s beside the point. What’s important is that we want each other. It’s a mutual thing. We need each other, Karla.” 

I hate to admit that he’s right. I want him, and perhaps I have enjoyed his persuasiveness. I am appalled at myself for acknowledging this. What would feminists think of me? I never thought I’d sink this low over a man. I push him away.

“What, more games?” he muses.

“I want you to leave me alone.”

He tries to grab me again, but I tug away. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Can’t you just leave me alone?”

“No.”

Rage swifts through me like mounting lava.

“Karla,” he says urgently. “I think that you’re simply irresistible and I’d be damned if I don’t spend the night with you.” 

HA!! Ha, ha, ha, ha . . . HA!! The flattery technique! I can’t believe it! He is trying to flatter me! Has he read the book, or is there a One Hundred Ways to Seduce A Woman?

He flings himself around my neck and holds me in a passionate and desperate sort of way. He kisses my neck several times. This feels nice. I tentatively run my hands over his shoulders and chest. I can’t help it—he excites me. And it appears that I excite him too. Through the rough fabric of his jeans, I feel his fully erect cock poking my hip. “On the night of the film screening,” he murmurs into my ear, “you blew me away with that red dress. You should wear red more often.”

I clench my muscles in despair as we continue to kiss. His shallow hot breath warms my insides. 

“You were bewitching.”

Bewitching? Good one, Matt.

Again, I find myself getting antsy. A helix of hopelessness is twisting through my body. He has found my weak spot: him. As far as he’s concerned, he could take advantage of me whenever he wants. Well, I can’t allow that to happen. I have to be strong and determined, like Joan of Arc . . . or someone. Yes, Joan of Arc! I have to be like her. I push him away again.

He rolls his eyes. “I am tired of playing games with you,” he says fretfully. “If you honestly don’t want me around, fine. I respect your decision. But out of stubbornness, I can’t allow myself to be defeated. You have ten seconds, and if you don’t change your mind during that time, I promise I’ll never bother you again. Our relation will be strictly professional from then on. Games are fun, but they get old after a while. Ten . . . ”

I don’t move.

“Nine . . . ”

Joan of Arc.

“Eight . . . ”

Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc.

“Seven . . . ”

I’m experiencing a déjà vu.

“Six . . . ”

Ah, I remember. This reminds me of Mike, an ex-boyfriend of mine who shouted a countdown every time he came.

“Five . . . ”

Weird.

“Four . . . ”

Joan of Arc.

“Three . . . ”

Joan of—what’s her name?

“Two . . . ”

Joan of . . . Arc.

“One.” He looks at me expectantly.

I do nothing. I am Joan of Arc.

He sighs in disillusionment and says, “Okay. Like I said, I respect your decision. Goodnight, Karla.” He walks with jerky steps toward the door. God, I love him.

Screw Joan of Arc. “Matt! Wait!” I walk up to him, grab him by his belt buckle and pull him toward the futon. He’s smiling broadly. 

“Haven’t you noticed something?” he says.

“What?”

“I’m wearing my magic tie. We’re together because of it. I knew the tie would help. I knew it!”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I say, pushing him onto the bed.

Yes, Matt. You have won. 



The Assistant Ch. 05



Note from Author: This chapter is a bit long, and is not a quick "jerk off read." But, I think you'll be happy with the end of the chapter. This chapter also sets up future chapters, so it is important to the story.

*****

"Good morning, Vickie!" Aimee said as she entered her office.

Victoria was standing next to the filing cabinet looking through the top drawer. "Good morning," replied Victoria. "Go on in, he's expecting you."

Aimee cupped her mouth over her hand so that her voice would not be heard through the door to Adam's office. "Wearing panties today?"

Victoria didn't answer but instead grabbed the hem of her skirt and flipped up the back showing Aimee her naked butt.

"Me either!" Aimee lifted her skirt to show Victoria her perfectly waxed vagina, with only a hint of blond pubic hair above.

"Hey, the carpet matches the drapes!" exclaimed Victoria.

"One hundred percent natural, baby!" Aimee grabbed her breasts to drive home the point.

Victoria laughed and said, "You'd better knock and go on in."

Aimee walked to Adam's door, knocked, and went in without waiting for a reply. "Hey, boss. How they hanging?"

"How they hanging? How they hanging? What kind of greeting is that?"

"Well, did we get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"How they hanging?" Adam was now shaking his head.

"Okay, how about we start over. Good morning, Dr. Grey. How are you this morning?"

Adam smiled at Aimee. "Much better. Good morning, Aimee. I am fine, thank you."

"Old people are so weird!" It was Aimee's turn to shake her head and roll her eyes. "What time did you want to take off today?"

"We can go whenever you're ready. Have you packed a bag?"

"I packed last night so we could go right after class. My bag is back at my house. I thought I'd bring my laptop, too."

"Okay, why don't I just give you a ride over there and we can leave from your house?" Adam was already getting up as he asked the question. He walked over to the couch, grabbed a small overnight bag, picked up his laptop case, and started heading for the door. "Vickie, we are going to take off for Los Alamos."

"Okay. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Aimee turned to Victoria and asked, "Is there anything you won't do?" while throwing her a wink.

"Let me think...uh, come to think of it, no, there isn't anything that I won't do."

Adam was surprised by the exchange and said, "Well, haven't you two become chummy?"

The girls laughed and Victoria said, "You have no idea."

Adam looked confused but decided not to ask. Now they're having sex, too? This is like a porno film where everyone does everyone else. There must be something in the water.

When Adam and Aimee reached the faculty parking lot, Adam put his bags in the back, slammed the rear cargo gate, and then walked over to open the passenger door for Aimee. You know, Claudia's right. College men are boys. I've never had a date open a door for me.

Aimee had to climb up to get into the front seat of the Jeep, forcing her to spread her legs a lot further than she should have in the short skirt she was wearing. Adam got a good look at her pussy as she climbed in. She's not wearing panties! I hope she realizes that we are going to Los Alamos to work, not to fuck all day.

The drive to Aimee's house was only about 4 minutes, and that was only because Adam had to drive around the campus to get to the other side. Aimee said, "I'll be right out," as she jumped out of the front seat.

When she got to the third floor, she found Claudia lying on her bed studying. "Claudia, you want to see the man I was telling you about? Come over hear and look down onto the street out front."

Claudia got up and walked to the window, standing next to Aimee. From this distance all she could see was a fairly nice looking guy in a black Jeep Grand Cherokee. "What's his name?"

"You know I can't tell you that! He'd get into trouble. Okay, gotta go." She kissed Claudia on the lips, smacked her on the butt, grabbed her bag and her laptop, and took off through the door. "Love ya!" she shouted as the door slammed behind her.

When Aimee came out of the front door, Adam jumped out of the front seat and walked around the Jeep to open the cargo gate for Aimee. Claudia was still watching from the third story window. "What a hunk?" Claudia thought to herself. "I've never seen him before, so he has to be one of those history nerds."

Sensing that Claudia was watching, Aimee waved up at the window as she walked around to her door. Adam, who was standing there with her door open asked, "Who are you waving at?"

"Oh, no one. Just my roommate. Claudia."

Adam looked up at the third story window and although he couldn't see anyone up there through the glare, he waved too.

The ride to Los Alamos was boring and Aimee dozed off even before they got out of the Albuquerque area. Once they were out of the city traffic, Adam looked over to admire the teenager sitting next to him. Aimee had reclined the chair to help her sleep. The seatbelt was cutting across her chest, accenting the size of her breasts. She was wearing a tight, white shirt with spaghetti straps. With every bump, her breasts jiggled up and down. He could see the outlines of her areola's dark circles under the white fabric. The air conditioner was blowing cold air into the front of the Jeep, which was causing her nipples to get hard and in turn, his dick to get hard. Adam chastised himself. "We are going up there to work. I have to get this book written or the granting agency will never give me more money." He tried to focus on the road, but he found himself staring at the tan legs emerging from underneath her short skirt. He considered trying to raise the fabric of her skirt to get a peek, but decided that only a pervert would raise a lady's skirt without her permission, especially a teenager's skirt. Suddenly he realized that he had no idea how old she really was. Can't be older than eighteen or nineteen. Oh shit, she can't be seventeen, can she?

As Adam approached the exit for US-285 off of I-25, he slowed the car as to not jostle Aimee too much. But, as the car slowed she opened her eyes. "Are we there already?" she asked, stretching her arms high over her head.

"No, not yet. We have about forty miles to go. Go back to sleep if you like."

Aimee closed her eyes and rolled her head towards the passenger side window. "I like it when you stare at my breasts."

How in the hell does she always know when I'm looking at her tits? This girl must have an extra set of eyes hidden on her body somewhere! "Go back to sleep."

"Where are we staying in Los Alamos?"

"The Holiday Inn Express on Trinity Drive offered to take the State rate, so we have to use them."

"Do they have a pool? I brought my suit."

"No, but they do have a whirlpool, dry sauna and a fitness center. But, what is even more important is, they have wireless Internet access in every room."

Aimee made as monotonous a voice as she could muster to show her lack of enthusiasm for the Holiday Inn Express. "Ooh, wow, we'll be able to check our e-mail. I'm so excited."

Adam was not amused. "Hey young lady, this is not a vacation. We are working and Internet access is way more important than a swimming pool."

Aimee was surprised by his tone, but quickly realized that he was right. "I'm sorry. Of course you are right. I really am excited about this opportunity. It's just that the semester is almost over and I need a break. I promise to work hard. I really do want to learn how to do research from you."

Adam was impressed by her little speech. "Good girl. I know you won't let me down. You are a very intelligent young lady and I'm glad you're working with me. After several quiet minutes Adam wanted to lighten the tone of the conversation. "How do you know when I'm staring at your breasts?"

Aimee looked over at Adam with a big smile on her face. "Honestly, I don't know when men are looking at my breast, but what I've found is that all men, and I mean all men look at them whenever they think I'm not looking at them. So, the other day in your office, when I bent over your desk and suddenly realized that you were getting a great view of my cleavage, I knew that you wouldn't be able to not look. And, just a few minutes ago when I woke up, I realized that my nipples were poking out because I got cold while I was sleeping, so again, I knew that you'd be sneaking peeks at them. I mean, I don't mind at all, if the man treats me like a person and only glances at them or only stares when I'm not looking. That's only natural. I do mind, however, when guys just stare at them, like my eyes are down there or something."

"I noticed the other day in my office that you don't have any tan lines. Do you lay out topless?"

"No, I'm a member of a gym and they have a tanning booth. I don't have any tan lines." Aimee lifted the edge of her skirt and showed Adam the side of her thighs and butt.

"You're not very shy, are you?"

"About nudity and sex? No. It's all natural fun to me. Don't get me wrong. I don't sleep around with a lot of guys. I had a couple of experiences in high school, and, I've only slept with a few guys since I left high school, but they were all jerks. One even went around telling all of his buddies how he bagged me. One of my girlfriends heard it from her boyfriend. College boys are just that, boys."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Adam focused on the road for a minute trying to figure out how to ask the following question without sounding like her father. Finally he decided there was no way to make it pretty so he just asked, "But Aimee, you seem pretty experienced...I mean, you don't...you didn't..."

"Give a blowjob like a nineteen year old?" Aimee finished his question for him.

"Well, yeah."

"Let's just say I had a good teacher and leave it at that. Okay?"

"Sure. Fine. I respect your privacy. By the way, how old are you?"

"I'll be twenty in two weeks, on the sixth."

"Oh, really? Well then Leslie and I will have to have you out for a birthday party. What day is the sixth?"

"I'm pretty sure it's on a Sunday this year. Would it be alright if I brought Claudia with me?"

"Sure, and bring your swim suits. Unlike the Holiday Inn, we do have a pool." Adam slowed the Jeep and turned the wheel sharply into the parking lot. "Here we go. One Holiday Inn Express with high speed Internet access!"

Aimee laughed. As they entered the lobby the lady behind the counter looked a little more than bored. "Welcome to the Holiday Inn Express on Trinity. Do you have a reservation?"

"Uh, yes we do. We are from Albuquerque State University. My secretary called ahead, I'm Dr. Adam Grey. We should have reservations for two rooms."

The clerk began to tap away on the keys of her computer. "Is that gray with an 'A' or grey with an 'e'?"

"With an 'e'."

"Oh, yes, here we are. Your secretary asked for adjoining rooms, but I told her I could offer you a suite at the same price as two rooms. She said that would be fine."

That Vickie. She deserves another spanking! The thought caused his penis to swell slightly. "Yes, that will be fine," he finally managed. "I'll be charging this on my university credit card. It's an American Express."

As they were heading up the elevators to their suite, Adam said, "We'll just drop our bags in the room, grab a quick bite to eat, and head out to the library. They're expecting us at two o'clock."

The suite was large, with a central sitting room that contained a couch, a recliner, a TV, a desk, and a round conference table with four chairs. Both the desk and the table were wired for DSL high speed Internet access. There were two bedrooms off of the central sitting room, with a large bathroom that contained a separate bathtub and shower. Adam asked, "Which bedroom do you prefer?"

"Do we really need both of them?" Aimee replied.

"Aimee! We discussed this in the car. We are here to..."

"...work," Aimee finished his sentence for him. Amy lowered her head and stuck out her lip. "I'm a bad girl." She paused for a second, and then turned and said, "I'll take this one here that is closer to the bathroom."

After lunch, they drove out to the Preservation Society's brand new library that had been built just to house these new documents. There was only one other car in the parking lot when they pulled up to the building. "It won't be open to the public for almost two more years. They want to give historians a chance to go through all the documents first. I had to make an appointment with the curator; I think she is only here when someone is using the facility." A middle-aged woman wearing a dark red business style dress met them at the front door.

"Dr. Grey I presume," she said, presenting her hand to Adam. "I'm Dorothy Irving, head curator for the Preservation Society."

"Mrs. Irving, nice to meet you. This is Aimee Jameson, my assistant."

Mrs. Irving shook Aimee's hand and said, "Please come in and we'll get you situated." The front door led into a large area that would eventually be a receiving area for the general public. Behind a glass door, they could see the stacks containing the recently declassified documents related to the Manhattan Project. "Okay, first we need to get each of you a security card. This will allow you into the stacks, and will allow you to use the computerized retrieval system."

She took digital photos of each of them and attached them to a thick plastic card. "This card will open the front door and deactivate the security system. Follow me and I'll show you how to use it." She led them to the front door, stepped out, and the door closed with a solid slam. "Okay, we are now locked out. If the security system senses that no one is inside for 15 minutes, it will automatically turn itself on. So, if you are working late and decide to go grab a bite to eat, then the security system will be on when you get back. Do you see this green solid light here?" Mrs. Irving pointed to a small light above a flat panel. "That light tells you that the system is currently not on. If we wait fifteen minutes, which we won't in this heat," she laughed at her own joke, "then it would turn itself on. Now, if you sweep your card over this panel, the alarm will be switched off and the door will unlock for five seconds. Like this." She swept the card across the panel and they were greeted with a buzz. Mrs. Irving pulled the door open. "Now, to open the inner door the security is a little more serious. Not only do you have to have the card, you have to know a code, too. Each of you will be able to choose a six number code that you can remember. Please step this way." She walked over to a computer, typed in a series of codes and commands and then said, "Dr. Grey, please insert your card into that slot. Yes, that one right there. Good, now come over and type a six number code that only you and this computer will know." Adam walked to the computer and typed in a code. Next, she said, "Please remove your card. Thank you. Okay Miss Jameson, your turn." Aimee followed the same procedure as Adam.

"Okay, great. Now follow me into the stacks room and I'll teach you how to use the system." She led them to the door that had an identical flat panel as the one outside, but also had a keypad underneath it. The red light was flashing indicating that the security system was on inside the room. "Oh, one other thing. If you forget your code and enter into this keypad wrong twice in a row, the outer door will lock and the system will call the sheriff." Adam and Aimee looked at each other in surprise and then at Mrs. Irving. "Yeah. Don't forget your code."

After allowing Adam and Aimee to each try out their cards and codes, she led them into the stacks. It was cold in the room and the humidity was very low, even for the desert. "The climate control system ensures the documents will remain in as good a shape as when they were delivered to us. I'm afraid some of them aren't in too good a shape, and you will be very dirty at the end of the day rummaging through these dusty old documents. But, it's worth it." She winked at Aimee to drive home the point.

"Okay, this is a computerized retrieval system. If you insert your card in that slot, then you will automatically be logged into the system." Adam inserted his card and the computer screen immediately changed from the screen saver, which depicted the symbol for The Manhattan Project Preservation Society, to 'Welcome to the MPPS Retrieval System. User: Dr. Adam Grey.' 

"Very impressive," Adam said, turning towards Aimee for confirmation.

"Well, you haven't seen anything yet. The system is designed to search for any match using Boolean logic and hierarchical filing. So, for instance let's do a quick search. Say for instance you are interested in the menu of food served in the mess hall on a certain date." She went to the keyboard and typed, 'Menu AND Lunch AND December 5, 1944.' She hit 'Return' and immediately the computer screen read, 'There is one document matching your request.' The word 'one' was a hyperlink. Mrs. Irving clicked on it and the document identification number flashed on the screen. It too was a hyperlink. "Now, you have two choices," she said. If the document has been digitized, and by the way the menus for the cafeteria are not typically digitized; we only did that one for an easy demonstration document. Anyway, if you click on the document identification number, you will be given the option of reading a PDF of it, or if you click 'See Original' you will be directed to the stacks." Mrs. Irving clicked 'See Original.' Suddenly, Adam and Aimee heard an alarm sound, and then an automated ladder with a flashing red light on it started moving down a track on one of the rows of stacks. Simultaneously, a sign above row 13 lit up that read, 'Dr. Adam.' "When we have more than one historian in here searching, things can get confusing." She picked up a piece of scrap paper and wrote down the document identification number. "Now, if you'll follow me." They walked down aisle 13 to where the ladder had automatically stopped." She said, "Document number M13.8123.R is on the top shelf. No need to climb up there. I'm sure you'll trust me that they had chili con carne that night at the cafeteria." They all laughed.

"So, do either of you have any questions?"

Adam looked at Aimee, who shook her head at him. "Sounds straightforward to me."

"Well, then good. I'll leave you two alone. My home number is by the phone in the outer office if you need me."

"Thanks so much. The system is very nice and appears to be easy to use."

"Well, if it hadn't had been for the generosity of ExxonMobil, we wouldn't have such a nice system. Okay, I'll be going then. Good bye."

With that Adam and Aimee were left to start their project. Adam showed Aimee how to do searches that were the most useful, limiting the amount of uninteresting stuff and narrowing in on the gems. Adam narrowed down his first search to three documents that he wanted. The alarm sounded and the ladder started moving. "Come on, let's see what we've got." When they reached the ladder, the document was located on the next to the top shelf, about 16 feet off the ground.

"I'll climb up there," Aimee said. She jumped on the ladder and started scrambling up as Adam watched from below. He quickly realized that he could see up her skirt, and was likewise reminded that she wasn't wearing panties. He tried not to look but then thought, "oh what the hell? She wants me to look anyway." As she was climbing he could see the folds of her pussy. When she reached the top of the ladder and stopped to search for the document, all he could see was the where her legs met at the rounded curve of her lower butt. Very, very nice. Adam, you must resist and get work done!

As the afternoon turned into evening, the two of them developed a system: Adam always allowing Aimee to scurry up the ladder in search of the document, while she handed them down to him. Adam actually found that he was a little disappointed when they found that the document was digitized or located on low shelf that did not require the use of the ladder.




The Assistant Ch. 05



At about 7 PM Aimee stretched her arms above her head, leaned her head way back, and threw her chest out while she stretched. "I'm exhausted...and horny! How late are we going to work tonight?"

Adam looked up from his computer terminal more than a little annoyed. "I'm tired too, young lady, but we are here to work. Behave!"

"But, Dr. Grey, I am being 'have'." She pronounced 'have' so it rhymed with 'cave.'

Adam said, "Listen you bad girl, we are on a schedule, and we will need to work late every Friday night that we're here."

Aimee pouted and said, "But I'm tired." Then she winked and added imitating the street walkers in Vietnam war movies, "and me so horny."

Adam pushed his chair away from the desk and said, "Get up and walk over here young lady."

Aimee couldn't tell if he was serious or just playing, but she was more than a little nervous either way. His voice was deep and commanding. She'd never seen him like this.

He patted his lap and said, "Lay down across my knees. I'm tired of your attitude."

Now Aimee was really nervous. "Wait. What? Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm not kidding. I've had to tell you several times that we are here to work, not to play, and it is not sinking into that teenage head of yours. So, I'm going to give you a reason to remember."

Aimee began to back away from Adam, but he reached up and grabbed her by the wrist. He was strong, and quickly pulled her back and laid her down across his knees. He pulled her skirt up, exposing her taut round ass. "She really does have an incredible ass," he thought.

Before she could react, Adam brought his hand down sharply on her right cheek. Whack! Her firm flesh barely moved. There was hardly in fat on Aimee, despite her big, round butt.

"Holy shit! That hurt!" Aimee reached back to try and protect her butt with her hand.

Adam quickly restrained her hand and pulled her arm up so that it rested on her lower back. Whack! He brought his hand down hard on her left cheek. "If you resist, it is only worse."

"Fuck me! That hurts!" she squealed, tears forming in her eyes.

"It's supposed to hurt, Ms. Jameson. That's why they call it a spanking." Whack! This time he hit her a little less hard, but low and right in the middle of her ass on top of her vulva. It had the desired effect.

"Oh!" She jumped just as much as when he had hit her on the cheeks, but she was fighting a little less.

He placed his hand on her ass and rubbed the right cheek in big circles, feeling how smooth the skin was. Whack! He hit her hard again on the right cheek.

"Ouch!"

He then placed his hand on the left cheek and repeated the same thing, admiring the taut skin of her ass and the amble swell of her cheeks diving down to the sulcus that split her in two. Whack!

She began to whimper. He placed his hand on the crack of her ass and allowed his hand to wonder down toward her pussy. He quickly, but lightly smacked her vulva several times, noticing that she was soaking wet. He inserted his index finger into her pussy and asked, "Do you need to be spanked more, or are you going to behave now?"

She moaned, but did not answer. He pulled his finger out of her dripping cunt and laid his hand back on her right cheek.

"NO! I'll be good! I swear, I'll be good!" She was frantic not to be spanked again.

"Okay," he said, releasing her arm and helping her up to her feet. "Get back to work until I say we're done."

As Aimee walked back to her desk, she picked up her skirt and rubbed her bare bottom. She strained to look at her rosy butt cheeks.

Adam saw that her cheeks were bright red, and he became aware that he had a raging hard on. "We're here to work," he told himself.

At about 10 PM, Adam stretched, pulling his arms back. "Let's call it a day." They followed Mrs. Irving's directions as they left, trusting that the alarm system would arm itself as advertised. As they climbed into Adam's Jeep, he asked, "You know, I'm not very hungry; are you?"

"No. I just want to go back to the room and take a nice long bath. I need to soak my butt!"

Adam looked over at her and smiled. "I bet you do."

As they entered their suite, Aimee dropped her laptop on the conference table and headed directly into her room, pulling her shirt off over her head as she went through the door to her room. Adam could see the sides of her large beasts jiggling from side to side as she walked into her room. When she reemerged a few seconds later, she was wearing a short dark green robe that was tied only at the waist by a single belt, her massive cleavage clearly visible. Adam admired her tan, firm legs. "Care to join me in the tub?"

"No thanks."

"Somehow, I knew that would be your answer." Aimee disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the water start to fill the tub.

Adam went into his room, stripped off his clothes, and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. He walked back into the sitting room and dialed his home phone number. Leslie picked up on the second ring. "Hello."

"Hey, babe, it's me. How's it going?"

"Hey! How are you? How was the first day of research on the new book?"

"You would not believe the setup here. It is amazing." He then described the system to her. "The funny part is, that every time Aimee climbed up the ladder I could see up her dress and she wasn't wearing panties."

"So, stud, did you do her in the racks?"

"No, we're here to do research, not to have a week-end sex party. I had to tell her that today...several times. I had to put my foot down. I put her over my knees and wore out her bottom."

"You're kidding me! Well, haven't you turned into quite the prude? A regular slave driver."

Adam looked up at the closed bathroom door as he heard Aimee quietly singing to herself in the bathroom. "Come on, Leslie, you know that I have to get this book written and there is limited time and limited money. I can't be having sex all day in the research facility. We'd never get anything done."

"All day, huh? You give yourself a lot of credit."

"Why are you busting my balls, tonight?"

"Because you're so cute when you're frustrated. Anyway, what about setting a rule like, no fooling around during the day or while you're working, but after work it's okay?"

"Well, she did invite me to take a bath and I told her, 'No.' She looked like she'd just 

accepted the fact that there would be no fooling around on this trip. She actually looked sad."

"Adam. That poor little girl has a huge crush on you. Don't be mean to her. Go in there and make it up to her."

"I don't know."

"I do. Now do what I say. Fuck her brains out. For me."

"For you, huh? Did I ever tell you I love you?"

"Yeah, once or twice. Have fun. Good night."

Adam hung up the phone and considered for a second what he should do. He walked up to the bathroom door and knocked. "Who is it?"

"Who do you think it is?"

"I'm taking a bath."

"I know. Would you mind if I came in and took a shower? I'm all dirty from the dusty stacks of documents."

"Are you sure that won't compromise our working relationship?"

"Aimee, do we have to have this conversation through the door?"

"Okay, you can come in and take a shower." Aimee said 'come in' like it was a real bother.

When Adam walked in, he saw Aimee's green bathrobe on the floor next to the tub. Aimee had piled her hair on top of her head so that it wouldn't get wet. She was neck deep in a tub full of steaming water. Her knees were bent and he could see her neatly manicured pubic hair, light and blond, through the water. Her breasts were floating so that her nipples were sticking out of the water; the areolas were flat in the hot water. "Hello," she said as he entered the bathroom. "The shower is over there," she said, pointing out the completely obvious.

"Thanks." Adam turned his back toward Aimee and let his pajama bottoms fall to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. He opened the shower stall and started the water. When the temperature was to his liking, he stepped into the water and began to lather up. With his hair and face full of soap suds, he heard the shower door open and felt Aimee step in. Her soft breasts pressed against his back. He could feel her small patch of pubic hair press against his firm butt.

"Do you need some help washing your back?" Aimee enquired. Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed the bar of soap and started lathering his back. She worked her way down to his butt, and then reached underneath to grab his balls. She then said, "Turn around and I'll get your front." She lathered his chest, and then worked her way to his stomach and finally to his rock hard cock. "I thought that this was out of commission for the weekend." She slowly worked the lather up and down the length of his dick.

Adam stuck his head under the stream of water and washed the soap from his hair and face. He opened his eyes to see Aimee looking up at him with her big blue eyes. "Well, that's going to be real clean," he said. "Aimee, do you understand why we can't fool around while we're working."

"Yes. I do. And my butt will definitely remind me." She reached under down and started to rub her sore ass again. "I saw you looking up my skirt all day and it made me very horny. I'm sorry I was bad and you had to spank me."

"Well then, give me that soap." Adam took the soap from Aimee and lathered up her breasts. Her nipples quickly became erect from his touch. He worked down her stomach to her pubic area. He turned her around and lathered her back and then he worked his hand into the crack of her butt, reaching underneath her to work her pussy. She leaned back against him and put her arms back over her head and hooked them around his neck. Her breast looked even more magnificent in this position. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning, "That feels incredible." Adam unhooked the showerhead from the holder and directed the stream directly up at Aimee's pussy. "Ohhhh. Who needs a man?" She opened her eyes and smiled at Adam. She grabbed his cock with her hand and started to gently pump."

"Come on," she said, "let's get out." Adam followed her out and they toweled each other off. When she was dry she said, "Here, put lotion on me." Adam took the lotion from her outstretched hand and spread lotion over every part of her body. "I don't usually put lotion down there," she said, as Adam ran two fingers in and out of her pussy.

"I know a better way to apply lotion there," she said. She took the lotion from Adam and put a little bit in her hand. She then applied it to his dick and said, "Now, you'll be able to reach much deeper." She placed her hands on the sink and bent over from the waist, sticking her butt back toward him.

Adam grabbed her hips and placed the head of his dick at the opening to her pussy. Slowly he entered her, amazed at how tight she was. When he reached the end of his shaft, he slowly pulled out of her, letting his dick come completely out of her. He then sank it back in, enjoying the incredible feeling of her tight little pussy. "Man, you're so tight!" he said.

"And, you're so hard and I like that you are going so slow. Feels really good," she moaned. After several minutes of slow fucking, she said, "Adam. Fuck me hard."

Adam needed no more encouragement. He began to slam his hips into her warm, round butt cheeks. "I won't take long," he said.

"Wait for me. I'm almost there, too," she said. 

Adam felt her hand working her clit. He looked down to see the perfect symmetry of her round butt cheeks, perfectly split by the crack of her ass. He could see her pretty little butthole above his dick, going in and out of her tight cunt. He reached down and placed his thumb on her butthole and started working it around the outside.

"Stick it in," she urged.

Adam pressed his thumb into her ass.

"Yeah, that feels great. Come with me, Adam. Come on baby, come. Come! Cooooooome!"

Adam erupted into her as she began to buck wildly in his arms, ramming her butt back against him to keep the motion going through her orgasm. When she was done, she left him inside of her and stood, placing her arms back over his neck as she'd done in the shower. She kissed him on the lips and said, "All work and no play makes Dr. Grey a terrible boss and makes Aimee a bored assistant."

*****



The Assistant Ch. 06



Note from Authors: All characters in this story are at least 18-years-old. When Aimee is telling Adam about her sexual experiences with her Aunt and Uncle, please refer to Chapter 1 for the actual flashback experience. Aimee is 18-year-old when she has her first experience with her Aunt and Uncle.

*****

It was dark on Saturday evening by the time Adam and Aimee packed up their work and started heading south towards Albuquerque. Aimee was staring out the passenger side window listening to Lithium channel on the Jeep's satellite radio. She was twirling her hair and Adam suspected he knew what was on her mind, but decided to let her bring up the subject in her own way at her own time.

"She is falling for me. I knew this was a mistake," he thought to himself. "This is why a man in his mid-forties should not get involved with someone who isn't even twenty." 

Finally she managed, "Adam, can I ask you a question?"

Here it comes. "Certainly, you MAY ask me a question."

She let the correction of her grammar pass. "Do you love your wife?"

Bingo. "Yes, I love Leslie very much." Adam consciously used her name to drive home the point that his wife was not an abstract concept, but instead was a real person for whom he loved very much.

"Then, why do you sleep around on her," she asked, turning her head so that her big blue eyes were firmly affixed to the side of his head.

Adam turned to meet her eyes. "Aimee, I don't sleep around on her. That implies that she has no idea what I'm doing. That my sexual life is somehow hidden from her."

"Well, isn't it?"

"No, it's not."

"What woman would tolerate you sleeping with another woman, much less someone as young as me?" Her tone was not angry, but more one of confusion.

"Well, for one, Leslie would," he said, turning his eyes back to the road momentarily. "Aimee, I'm letting you in on a closely guarded secret and I need your promise that you won't share this with anyone: not your roommate, not your boyfriend, no one."

"Okay." He had her complete attention now.

"Leslie and I have an open relationship. Do you know what that means?"

"I think so. It means that either of you can have sex with someone else."

"Well, yes," he flashed his eyes from the road, to her, and then back at the road, "but, it's more complicated than that. We have a loving and trusting relationship. We share everything with one another. Neither of us would ever consider having a sexual encounter with someone else, and then not sharing the information with the other. There are no secrets and no lies. Also, if one of us is uncomfortable with the other having a relationship with a certain person, then that certain person becomes 'unavailable.'" Adam let these words sink in for a second.

Finally Aimee responded, "I think I understand. But,why? What's in it for your wife?"

"Actually, two things. First, she too can have sex outside of our marriage, although admittedly, she does so much less frequently than I do. Second, and mind this is the most important point, it gives me much less of a reason to leave her. Her father left her mother because he got bored with her and got himself a trophy wife half his age."

"I guess that happens a lot."

"You're damn right it happens a lot. Too much! But, I can tell you this. It may sound like a copout or a cliché, but men are not made to have just one sexual partner. It's just not in our genes."

Aimee was quiet for a long while, and focused her stare out the passenger window again.

"You know," Adam said softly putting his hand on her left thigh, "I was worried about having a relationship with you. I was worried I might hurt you. I should have been honest with you from the start that this could go nowhere." Adam looked over at her and asked, "Are you okay?"

Aimee turned her head to meet his eyes, "I'm fine." She smiled broadly, "Actually, I'm more than fine. I thought maybe you were falling for me and you expected to leave your wife and marry me."

Adam was stunned and his face showed it. She noticed this and said, "Adam, it's not that I wouldn't be lucky to have you, really I would be, but I'm just too young to settle down. Hell, I'm not even twenty yet!"

Well, isn't this just dandy. At first I was worried about hurting her, and now she is trying to console me! This could be the plot for a bad sitcom.

A long silence fell in the Jeep. Finally Aimee turned to Adam and told him, "You told me a big secret, now I should tell you one, too. So we're even."

Adam looked over at her and said, "We have a big secret already, Aimee. If it gets out that I'm sexually involved with you, I could lose my job. It is one of the few reasons a tenured professor can be let go."

Aimee considered this for a second and said, "Well that's even a bigger reason for me to tell you something that could get me in a lot of trouble."

Adam looked at her and raised his eyebrows. What in the world could this sweet young thing have done in her nineteen years that would be so terrible? "Well, okay, but it's really not necessary."

"Honestly, Adam, I'd like to tell you. It is a secret I've had for several years and I'd just like to tell someone."

"Alright."

"But, before I tell you, I have to hear you promise you won't tell anyone."

"I promise."

"You promise what?"

Adam looked at her amused, "I promise I won't tell anyone your secret."

"Okay then, there is one more thing that I have to tell you before I start with my secret."

Adam was truly intrigued now. "Alright."

"What I'm about to tell you, the secret, I'm really alright with all of it. Okay, do you understand? I'm not like a mental case or anything."

"Aimee, what in the world is your secret!?"

"Okay, well remember I told you that my parents died when I was young?"

"Yes."

"Well, when they died, I moved in with my mom's youngest sister, Michelle and her husband, Mike. They were newlyweds at the time." Adam sensed that this was a cathartic moment for Aimee and didn't dare interrupt her flow. He just listened intensely. "Well, one night, when I was eighteen, and, of course, had already developed breasts and pubic hair, I caught my aunt giving my uncle oral sex in the living room. Instead of being mad, they had me come down and they talked to me for a while to make sure that I wasn't scarred for life. But, in fact, not only was I not scarred for life, I was delighted to finally have someone show me what sex was all about. So, that night my aunt taught me how to give good oral sex to a man." Aimee glanced over at Adam. "Do you think I'm weird now?"

"No." Adam chose his words carefully. "Unorthodox, yes. I would imagine that in this day and age, your aunt and uncle would have gotten in a lot of trouble for that."

"Yeah, me too. But, it wasn't like they molested me, or anything. It was always my idea to get involved in their sexual adventures and the truth is, my aunt didn't like the idea at first and tried to dissuade me."

"So your uncle never snuck into your room at night or anything."

"No, never. It was always my idea. And, my aunt was always in the room. By the way, that's how I learned to do that swallowing thing in combination with deep throat. My aunt taught me that."

"Well that certainly answers one of my questions."

"One night they taught me about sexual positions; I watched while my uncle and aunt had sex in the three basic positions. That's also how I learned that men really like doggy style so much."

Adam teased Aimee, "You are wise for such a young person."

Aimee smiled and slapped his legs. "I'm being serious here."

"I know. Sorry."

"My aunt was adamant that Uncle Mike should not be the one to take my cherry. So, my first time was with a kid I knew from high school. Actually, it was my best friend's brother and one of his friends. It wasn't your typical back seat of the car overlooking lover's lane type of first time. It was pretty amazing."

Adam knew that she didn't want him to comment, but instead to just listen. Aimee stared out the passenger window for a long time. "I'll be honest with you. Until I met you I thought I might be a lesbian or bisexual or something." Aimee paused and then looked over at Adam. He met her gaze with his eyes. " Only my Aunt Michelle and Claudia, my roommate, have ever made me come on a regular basis...until yesterday, when you and I made love in the bathroom. It was a very different orgasm with you...very intense...it's hard to explain."

Adam had no idea what to say. Then, Aimee continued. "Claudia has had the same experience with men. Very unsatisfying. But, we both like boys and don't consider ourselves lesbians."

Adam offered, "Labels are often inaccurate. Is a boy of 13 gay if he experiments with sex with another boy of 13? I don't think so. If that was the case, nearly every man on the planet is gay. Also, there is a thing, I'm sure you've heard of this, called a 'college lesbian'. A lot of young women end up being with a woman during their college years to then go on in later life and have what society calls a perfectly 'normal' life: a husband, three point two children, a dog, two cars." Adam smiled at Aimee for support. "Don't let labels limit your life. If you are enjoying yourself and you're not hurting anyone else, what difference does it make?"

"I guess you're right. I just...well, I guess I'm just a little bit worried."

"I'm not worried. You're very bright, you're stunningly beautiful..." Aimee smiled and turned her eyes down bashfully, "...and you're a very loving and caring person. What's to worry?"

"Thank you, Adam. Thank you for listening. I feel so much better now."

"Honestly, so do I." Adam reached over and took her hand in his. "You set the limits on our relationship, not me. As long as we don't violate the rules that Leslie and I have, you and I can be whatever you want us to be, including just good friends if that is what you want."

Tears started to well up in Aimee's eyes, "Thank you."

***

It was very late by the time Adam arrived home. He took a shower and slid into bed next to Leslie. She barely stirred as he crawled underneath the covers. Adam fell asleep in a matter of seconds, his mind relieved that Aimee was not going to be trouble.

The sun shown bright through the east bedroom window, causing Adam to awaken with his eyes clamped tight against the pain. He heard Leslie speaking from the bathroom door, "Good morning sleepy head. No golf this morning?"

Adam shielded his eyes and looked for his wife. She was standing in the bathroom door with a towel wrapped around her head and a second towel wrapped around her body. "I think I'm going to stop playing for a few weeks while I'm working on this book. Aimee and I worked until pretty late last night, and I knew I'd be exhausted if I tried to play golf today."

"Well, good, because I've invited Vickie over for brunch again this morning."

Adam gave a noncommittal grunt of acceptance.

"With a little twist, I might add."

"Oh, yeah?" Adam suddenly became interested. After last weekend, he had a vague idea that his 'services' would be required again today. Oh what the hell. Vickie has a nice body, is a good fuck, and it really seems to have lifted her spirits.

"Well, we've kind of become closer over the last week, and we've spoken several times on the phone. She told me about the spanking you gave her last week and she loved the fact that you wouldn't let her wear panties all week. She said that this was the first time since the divorce that she's felt sexual. She even told me that she'd been horning all day every day."

"I'm glad I could help out," Adam said as he climbed out of bed. He walked behind his wife into the bathroom and started brushing his teeth.

"She said that the spanking was a real turn on; she'd never been disciplined before, you know, sexually like that. I told her about you and me that day, too. It was fun for me to tell her that you spanked me and then did me in the butt."

Adam spit the toothpaste from his mouth and said, "Well you two are getting chummy. Who else have you told about us having anal sex?"

Leslie spanked his bottom and said, "Anyway, we got to talking and we came up with a plan for today. I hope you don't mind."

"I'm sure it will be fine, but let me hear it before I agree to anything."

Leslie walked behind Adam and hugged him, meeting his gaze in the mirror. "Vickie wants to be our 'maid' for the day. She's kind of hopping that she won't meet our expectations and will have to be disciplined for being a bad maid."

Adam's penis began to swell at the prospects. "Sounds like fun, but we need to have a safety word." Leslie and Adam had discovered that when doing sexual role-playing, a safety word was essential. If for instance Adam was pretending to discipline Leslie and she said, 'Stop, your hurting me,' Adam would continue, because it was all part of the game. On the other hand, if Leslie said, 'Keyboard. Stop, your hurting me,' Adam would immediately quit, as they always used 'keyboard' as their safety word. Anything that followed 'keyboard' was to be taken at face value.

"We already discussed that and we decided that since you and I were used to 'keyboard', we'd just use that."

"What time will she be here?" Adam glanced at the clock. He'd slept until 9:30!

"You have time to take a shower and to shave. Get in there!" Leslie pushed him toward the shower.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he was surprised to see his clothes laid out for him on the bed. "I hope these clothes will be to your liking, sir." He turned to see Victoria standing in the doorway to his bedroom. She was wearing a black, French maid's uniform with a matching white apron. The top of the uniform was cut into a deep V, and was too small for her bust, which caused her breasts to be pushed up revealing a large amount of cleavage. The skirt was very, very short, and was supported by frills that caused it to stand out like an inverted martini glass. She was wearing black stockings, black high heel shoes, and her hair was pulled up on top of head and was held in place by a black and white lace maid's hat. This is every man's dream!

"No, Vickie, this is not satisfactory," he said, mocking anger. "I do not wear long pants on weekends. I wear shorts."

"Sorry, sir."

"Well, sorry doesn't do it. Please assume the position on that chair."

Victoria walked to the chair, planted her feet slightly wider than shoulder's width apart, and bent at the waist, placing her hands on the arms of the chair.

Adam could see that she was wearing a black garter belt to hold up her stockings. She was also wearing black thong panties. "Who told you that you could wear panties?"

"Sorry, sir."

Adam reached under the thin cords of the panties and pulled them down to her ankles, leaving them there. "Since you have not worked for me long, I'm going to give you two swats for these offences, but you'd better learn fast or the next punishment will be much, much work."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

Adam placed his hand on her ass and rubbed across both cheeks getting her used the feeling of him touching her. She purred quietly, so Adam reared back and brought his hand down hard on her left cheek. Whack! He quickly followed that with a second slap to her right cheek. She didn't say a word, and took it like a pro. After the second smack, she started to get up and Adam said, "Wait. I didn't tell you that you could get up yet."

"Sorry, sir."

Adam walked into their large walk-in closet and emerged with a pair of panties that had a remote control vibrator built into it. He opened the tiny door on the vibrator and inserted two fresh AA batteries. The vibrator had two 'penises' built into it. The first was to be inserted into the vagina and the second into the anus. The 'penis' for the vagina also had a small nub on it that came into contact with the wearer's clitoris. Adam grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom, placed some oil on the 'penis' meant for the butt and said, "Now, put this on."

Victoria stood and did as directed. Adam said, "Now, get back into position."

Victoria bent back over the chair as before. Adam reached up, spread her butt cheeks wide, and pressed on the vibrator to make certain that the 'penis' was inserted into her butt. Victoria took in a quick breath of air. "You'll get used to it in a second. You should be thankful that I'm going to allow you this pleasure." He then reached for the remote control and hit a button. 

Victoria immediately began to writhe on the chair and moan. "Oh, my, that feels great!" She said. 

Adam pressed the button again and the vibrator immediately switched off. "Okay, here are the rules today. If you do something right, I turn the vibrator on for a few seconds. You do something bad, and, well, you pay the price. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I understand completely."

"Good. Now, come over her and help me get dressed."

Victoria removed the towel from Adam exposing his semi-hard cock. She pulled a shirt over his chest. She reached for his underwear, and as she was kneeling in front of him to have him step into them, she sucked his cock into her mouth. Adam immediately rewarded her by pushing the button on the vibrator. She started sucking like there was no tomorrow. After only thirty seconds, Leslie walked into the room. "What in the hell is going on here? You slut, I told you to come help my husband get dressed, not give him a blowjob! What in the hell am I going to do with you!?"

Adam switched off the vibrator and Victoria said, "Sorry, ma'am. I was just trying to pleasure the master."

"Well, that's not your job. That's my job." Leslie looked over and saw the vibrator remote control in Adam's hand. "Is that my vibrator you're wearing slut?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You've not earned that vibrator. But, I'll give you a chance to earn it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm going to pleasure my husband. While I'm doing that, you are going to pleasure me. If you can make me come before I make him come, then you can keep it on. Otherwise, you will be disciplined. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am, it's very clear."

"Good, now come over here and undress me."

Victoria walked over to Leslie and unzipped the summer dress that she was wearing. The dress fell to the floor revealing that Leslie was only wearing panties underneath. She then pulled the panties to the floor. Leslie told Adam, "Lay back against the pillows, honey."

Leslie crawled between his legs and sucked his engorged dick into her mouth. Victoria immediately shimmied under Leslie and started working on her pussy with her mouth. She inserted first one, and then two fingers into her hole as she worked Leslie's clitoris with her tongue. Victoria thought, "This is the first time I've ever been with a woman and I love it!"

Leslie looked up at Adam and winked and only half-heartedly sucked on his cock. Adam reached down and pulled one of Leslie's nipples. After a few minutes, Leslie took her mouth completely off of Adam's cock and started breathing heavily; she closed her eyes and lowered her head as her body began to spasm. She came in wave after wave, drenching Victoria's face. After she finished she said, "Okay, slut, you have passed your test. You may keep the panties for now." She moved to the side of Adam, laying her head on his shoulder. "Now, pleasure my husband with your mouth."

Victoria climbed up the bed and sucked Adam's dick into her mouth. Adam could smell the scent of his wife on her face. He pushed the button on the vibrator and Victoria immediately began to suck wildly. She moved her mouth up and down his shaft at an amazing speed. Leslie rubbed Adams chest and stomach. Leslie said, "Slut, put your finger up your master's butt and massage his prostate while you suck his cock." Adam bent his legs at the knees to make it easier for Victoria to insert a finger into his butt. She moved her hand down to her own dripping pussy to lubricate her index finger, and then inserted into Adam's anus. As soon as her finger found his prostate, Adam groaned, "Yeah, that's it." Victoria massaged his prostate by making a 'come here' motion. Adam groaned, as pre-come began to seep from his cock as she milked his prostate. Suddenly, he tensed up and said, "Here I come!" and shot his load down his secretary's throat. With her working his prostate, the load was massive and the orgasm was extremely satisfying for Adam.




The Assistant Ch. 06



"Very good," Leslie said when her husband was finished. "You've earned a reward. You may come now."

Victoria let Adam's dick slip from her mouth and closed her eyes. She lowered her head to his legs and concentrated on the vibrator stimulating her clitoris. Adam reached down inserted a hand down the front of her uniform, and stroked one breast, while Leslie did the same with the other. They each pulled on a nipple. Leslie lazily stroked Adam's semi-erect penis.

"Yeah," Victoria whispered, "yeah, yeah, yeaaaah." Her body began to spasm as she came. "Too much, too much," she cried, "please sir, please turn it off."

"Are you sure?" Adam asked. "It may be a while before you earn it again."

"Yes, sir, please, sir, turn it off."

"Okay, since you said the magic word." Adam pushed the button and Victoria collapsed on Adam's legs. After a few seconds, even before she had caught her breath, Leslie said, "Okay, slut, that's enough resting. Go prepare us breakfast."

"Yes, ma'am." Victoria stood, used her hands to force the wrinkles from her dress and apron, placed her hat back squarely on her head, and adjusted her breasts. She then walked out the door on unsteady legs. Leslie and Adam caught a slight smile on her face as she left the room.

Leslie whispered to Adam, "I think she is really enjoying our little game," and then she looked down at his semi-erect penis and said, "and I know you are."

Adam patted her on her naked bottom, "You looked like you were enjoying yourself a bit as well."

"There is one thing that I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier," she said. "When I was telling her about the discipline you gave me last Monday, I told her how you had butt fucked me. She told me that no one had ever done that to her and she said it was something that she had always been curious about. I told her that you were very good and gentle and that if she wanted, I'd arrange it. She told me she would think about it, but she never did tell me what she decided. So, I think you should go for it and she can always stop the game if she decides she doesn't want to go through with it."

"Alright, sounds like a plan to me."

"Come on," she said, "let's go hate breakfast so we can have some more fun."

Adam and Leslie sat down at the patio table and sipped their freshly squeezed juice as Victoria prepared breakfast. When she finally arrived, she had two big bowls of freshly cut fruit salad. While Adam and Leslie ate, they made small talk while Victoria stood to the side, ready to respond to their whims. Adam said to Leslie, "Why do we have such a bad maid? She knows I don't like watermelon for breakfast."

"I don't know. Good help is so hard to find. Vickie, take off your panties and assume the position."

Victoria reached under her skirt and pulled the panties off. It felt odd to have the rubber 'penis' slide out of her butt. After it was out, it still felt like it was in her. She decided that she liked the feeling. Victoria then began to walk towards one of the unoccupied chairs when Leslie stopped her in her tracks. "Where are you going? I said assume the position right there. Grab your ankles, slut."

Victoria turned her back toward the couple, put her high-heel clad feet together, and reached down to grab her ankles. Her naked ass and her pussy were clearly visible. Adam and Leslie continued to eat and left her there in that position. When Adam was done he got up from his chair and walked over to her. He was just about to smack her ass when the doorbell rang.

Leslie said, "Vickie, go get the door. But, young lady, we will not forget that you owe us a spanking."

"Yes, ma'am."

After a few seconds, Victoria called from the foyer, "Dr. Grey! It is a man for you."

Adam walked into the foyer and a man in black pants, a white shirt, and a tie was standing there holding a clipboard. His eyes were glued to Victoria's breasts, which were on display in the too tight bodice of her uniform. "May I help you?" Adam asked as he entered the foyer.

"Uh, yes, sir," he said. "Um, I'm selling magazines to make money for college. Are you interested in looking at a list?"

Adam took the clipboard from the man and looked intently at it to give the man time to lock his eyes back on Victoria's breasts. Victoria acted like she didn't notice. Adam acted like he was having trouble reading the clipboard. "Vickie, please look in the lower drawer there and get my glasses." Victoria locked eyes with Adam. She knew that when she bent over to look in the drawer, the man would see her ass and pussy from behind.

Adam yelled to Leslie in the other room, his eyes still locked on Victoria's eyes, "Honey, are my classes in there by the keyboard?" He really emphasized the word keyboard. Victoria shook her head 'no' ever so slightly. She replied, "No sir, I'm pretty sure they are in this drawer." With that, Victoria walked to the chest, swishing her butt from side to side as hard as possible to really get the man's attention, put her feet together, and bent over from the waist, exposing her ass and pussy to the two men. The salesman's jaw dropped, but Victoria pretended not to notice. She rooted around for the imaginary glasses for a full thirty seconds. When she stood up and turned around, she could see the man had a raging hard on. She said, "No sir, they are not in the drawer."

Adam replied, "Well, I really don't think I need any magazines anyway." He turned to the man and said, "Thank you for dropping by." Adam opened the door and the man limped out without saying a word.

When Adam and Leslie returned to the patio, Leslie asked, "Did I hear 'keyboard'?"

Victoria replied, "No ma'am. It was my mistake."

Leslie replied, "Well then, that's two things you owe us for. This is more than a spanking offence, wouldn't you say dear?"

"I have the perfect punishment. Vickie, go into the den and remove your uniform. Do not, however, remove your stockings or garter belt. After you have removed your uniform, I want you to put your apron back on."

"Yes, sir." Victoria walked off towards the den.

"Leslie, go to the bedroom and bring me your small vibrator, your big vibrator, and a bottle of baby oil. Also bring something we can use as a blindfold, like that handkerchief, and four of your scarves we can use as restraints. I think it is time that we introduce Vickie to the joys of anal sex."

When Adam walked into the den, Victoria had done just as directed. She was really sexy in the garter belt, stockings, high heel shoes, maid's hat, and apron. Her breast stuck out on each side of the apron and her pussy was barely visible under the hem of the apron. Adam said, "Go stand in the corner until we are ready for you."

Victoria walked to the corner and stood facing away from the room. Her butt was perfectly framed by the garter belt. She is really hot. I can't believe she worked for me for so many years and I never noticed. What a beautiful round butt and narrow waist. I'm really going to enjoy this.

When Leslie returned with the goods, he handed her the handkerchief and pointed towards Victoria. Leslie went over and put it on her. Leslie then pulled off her light summer dress, and Adam noticed that she hadn't even bothered to put her panties back on. Adam removed all of his clothes, his cock already a full mast. He then pulled a heavy footstool away from the couch and put it in the middle of the carpet. He motioned for Leslie to bring Victoria to him. He directed Victoria to kneel in front of the footstool, and then he pushed her over at the waist so that her breasts were smashed against the fabric of the footstool, her butt sticking out into the room. Next, he took her wrists and tied them to the legs of the footstool by her head, and then he tied her thighs to the other legs of the stool. She was now stuck to the footstool, unable to move or to see. When he was done, Adam said, "Okay, prepare to be spanked."

"Yes, sir."

Adam swung hard and hit her ass with a loud whack. Victoria grimaced, but said nothing. Leslie mouthed, 'Too hard!' Adam nodded but he hit her again with the same amount of force. Victoria squirmed, but otherwise kept silent. On the third whack, he left his hand on her ass and massaged her cheeks, allowing his fingers to explore her wet slit and virgin asshole.

"Okay, that was for the bad breakfast. Now, for embarrassing me in front of the salesman by showing your naked ass, I have a special punishment." Adam took Leslie's small vibrator, lubed it up, turned it on and pressed it to Victoria's butthole. He let it sit there for several seconds waiting for Victoria to put an end to their game. When he heard no protests, he slowly inserted the vibrator into her ass. The tight muscles of her anus protested for a second, but then she seemed to suck the vibrator in. After several minutes of pushing the vibrator in and out, he motioned for Leslie to lube up the other vibrator. Adam pulled the small vibrator out of her butt, and Leslie placed the larger one on her butthole. Again, she waited several seconds for Victoria to complain, and then she slowly began to push it in. Once about an inch was in, she pulled most of it out to let Victoria's butt adapt. She then pushed about two inches in, and repeated the process. With in seconds, she had the entire eight-inch dildo in Victoria's ass. Victoria was breathing hard, obviously enjoying this newfound sensation. As Leslie butt fucked Victoria with the vibrator, Adam went into the kitchen and washed the small vibrator well with soap and water. When he returned, he inserted the small vibrator into Victoria's pussy. She started coming almost immediately, her body shaking violently from the powerful orgasm.

Adam removed the vibrator from her pussy to let her recover, but Leslie kept pumping the larger vibrator in and out of her ass. Adam reached over and put the small vibrator on Leslie's pussy. Leslie took it from him and started working on her own pussy with her left hand, and Victoria's butt with her right. Leslie plunged the vibrator into her pussy and closed her eyes. As she continued her chores, Adam took the baby oil and placed a large amount on his raging hard on. He then poured oil on top of Victoria's dildo-stuffed butthole, the oil running down around the vibrator and across her pussy. When he was ready, he nodded to Leslie. She pulled the dildo out of Victoria and before her asshole could react, Adam put the head of his dick into her ass. Oh man is she tight! He slowly began to work his dick deeper and deeper into Victoria's ass.

Victoria was moaning loudly, "This is amazing. Oh, the pressure is intense." Adam looked over at Leslie. She had flipped up on her hands and knees and had the small dildo in her pussy working from below and had reached over her butt to insert the big dildo in her butt. Adam thought, "she looks like she has done that before. I need to remember to ask her about that."

Adam began to pump faster and faster, grabbing Victoria's immobile hips. She began to yell, "Oh, master, fuck my ass. I was so bad. Please discipline my ass. Fuck me in the ass! Fuck my ass. Fuck my asssssss. Fuck...my...assssssss!" As Victoria started to shutter from her second orgasm in only a few minutes, Adam pulled his dick out of her ass and shot his wad all over her butt and back. He pumped his own dick furiously, making sure that every drop ended up on his bad maid. He looked over at Leslie, who was likewise coming. She had dropped the small vibrator from her pussy and was concentrating solely on the big vibrator in her butt.

When they were finished, Adam asked Victoria, "Vickie, have you had enough for one day?"

Vickie said, "More than enough for one day. This was great! I haven't come that hard in a long, long time. And, that was the first time ever that I've taken up the ass! I can't believe I have missing out for so long."

Leslie looked over at the two of them and said, "Next weekend, it is my turn to be the maid."

Adam winked at both of them and said, "I have other plans for the two of you next weekend."

*****



The Assistant Ch. 07



The following Friday night, as Adam and Aimee climbed into his jeep to head back to the hotel, Adam smiled and thought to himself, "This is really coming together." He and Aimee had worked all day Tuesday and Thursday in their library and had managed to identify many of the documents now held in Los Alamos that they needed to study. This had allowed them to quickly find them. They really had started working as a well-oiled team as well. Aimee would use the computer retrieval system to find the documents, and then she would retrieve them and do a quick read through. If the documents were correct, then she would pass them on to Adam, who would decide if they needed to be digitized. They had made a tremendous dent in the research, in large part due to Aimee's ability to only pass on the relevant documents to Adam. Adam looked over at Aimee sitting in the passenger seat and smiled. She is going to make a great historian in a few years.

Aimee noticed his smile and asked, "What?"

"I'm very proud of you. You are doing a fantastic job."

"Thanks," she said, lowering her eyes in a bashful way.

They drove the few blocks to the hotel and Adam parked next to the front door. As they were riding the elevator up to their floor, Aimee said, "I'm going to jump in the bath and then hit the hay; I'm beat."

Adam replied, "Sounds like a fantastic idea to me."

When they entered their suite, Aimee went straight into her room while Adam connected his laptop to the Internet. Aimee emerged from her bedroom dressed only in her green bathrobe and walked directly into the bathroom. For the thirty minutes or so that Aimee was in the bathtub, Adam uploaded all the files that he had generated today onto his secure server in his office. About the time that he was finished, Aimee emerged from the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel, wearing her bathrobe, which was tightly tied around her waist and hiding her cleavage. "The shower is free," she said as she headed into her bedroom.

Adam walked into his bedroom, grabbed his pajama bottoms and his toiletries kit from his bag, and headed into the bathroom. He shaved, showered, brushed his teeth, and headed back to his bedroom. He was surprised to hear that the TV in his bedroom was on, and even more surprised to find Aimee in his bed when he walked into his room. She was sitting with her back propped up against two pillows resting against the headboard, and she was watching a late night talk show. She had the covers drawn up to her stomach, covering her legs and hips, but she was naked above the waist. She was very cute with her large, firm breasts exposed, eyes riveted on the television. Adam wasn't even sure that she had seen him walk in the room until she said, "I hope you don't mind me watching TV in here; I couldn't sleep."

Since there had been no physical contact between them since their talk last week on their way home from Los Alamos, and since Aimee had not discussed the subject of their relationship with him since, Adam was not sure how to respond to the naked teenager in his bed. He decided to leave his pajama bottoms on and he crawled into bed next to her. "What'cha watching?"

"Oh, some stupid show. This guy sells manure by the pound and some how that is worth a spot on a late night talk show. I'll turn it off now." When Aimee switched off the television, the room became pitch black. He felt her flatten out her pillows and then she flipped onto her side, facing away from him, and then backed into him so that they were playing spoons.

"This is very nice," Adam thought. He placed his arm over her, gently taking her arm into his hand, closed his eyes, and fell to sleep.

When he awoke, he could see the bright desert sun peaking around the edges of the curtains in his room. He was lying on his side, and Aimee was snuggled against his back. He could feel her breasts pressed against him. He rolled over to find that she was awake, her big blue eyes looking into his. "Good morning, sunshine," she said to him. "I thought you were going to sleep all day."

"What time is it?"

"Time for you to take those pajama pants off!" She reached down and untied them and then plunged her hand in, groping for his penis. "Wake up little guy," she said, as she found his flaccid cock. Aimee threw the covers off of both them in one violent move, and crawled down to between his legs. She pulled his pajamas off and threw them on to the floor, and then sucked his dick into her mouth. "I love to feel a limp dick get hard in my mouth," she said.

She began to pump Adams cock with one hand, while simultaneously moving her full lips up and down his shaft. Within seconds he was fully hard. She then climbed up on top of him, and lowered her hips so that the head of his cock was touching the lips of her pussy. She reached down, spread the lips of her cunt apart, and lowered herself onto his shaft. They both moaned at the early morning pleasure.

"This is a nice way to start the day," he said, reaching up and fondling her breasts. "You are so amazingly tight!"

She rode up and down on his shaft slowly, rocking back and forth. She lowered her breasts to his mouth, and he sucked one and then the other nipples into his mouth. He could feel the weight of her full breasts on his face.

As Aimee enjoyed the slow fuck, she suddenly began to think about a particular weekend as a senior in high school when she lost her cherry. "Hey, Aimee, are you coming over to spend the night?" Aimee was in the girls' locker room getting undressed. She wrapped a towel around herself and looked over at her best friend, Jenny. Jenny, who had turned eighteen two months before, flashed a huge dazzling smile at Aimee. She had thick, very blond hair that was pulled up onto the back of her head in a ponytail to keep it dry in the shower. She had big brown eyes set just a little too close to one another, which made her cute instead of stunning. Her large, full breasts swayed as she walked toward Aimee wrapping a towel around herself. She had a narrow waist and narrow hips, but a nice full butt. Aimee's gaze was transfixed on her thick dark crop of pubic hair, which gave away the fact that the hair on her head was not her natural color. 

"Yep. Aunt Michelle said it was okay as long as we didn't go out." Aimee fell in step beside Jenny as they walked to the shower. 

The shower consisted of one large room containing ten showerheads that lined two parallel walls. There were already six girls in the shower when Aimee and Jenny arrived. The steam in the room made it difficult to see to the opposite end. Each removed their towel, and stepped into the shower. They found two free showerheads along the same wall.

Jenny looked over at Aimee and asked in a hushed tone, "Aimee, how do you keep your pubic hair so short and trimmed?"

Aimee looked around the room to see if the other girls were eavesdropping. She was embarrassed that she had the money from the trust fund and didn't want the other girls to hear that she spent one Saturday a month at a spa. "I go to Pampered Lady about once a month and get a wax job." Aimee turned toward Jenny so she could get a better look.

"Ouch!" Jenny screwed her face up and shut her eyes tight to drive home her feelings about the use of wax to remove hair.

"Actually, it only hurt really bad the first time." Aimee began to lather her body with the liquid soap supplied by the school in the dispensers along the walls. "Plus, I have other things done at the spa as well." She then thrust her hands out toward Jenny and said, "I get my nails and toes done there, too." 

Jenny leaned toward Aimee to get a better look at her hands.

"Also, I get a massage by Amy, my lesbian massage therapist."

"No way! You let a lesbian give you a massage?"

Jenny had said that a little too loud and Aimee glanced around the room to find that all the girls were now staring in their direction. She glared at Jenny and quickly replied, "No! I didn't say 'lesbian' girl, I said 'thespian!' She's a starving actress trying to break into the theatre."

Jenny quickly caught on and said, "I know! I was just shitting with you!"

Aimee reached over and slapped Jenny's naked butt. The other girls in the room started laughing and returned to their showers.

Jenny mouthed, 'sorry' to Aimee and started lathering up her hair.

Aimee and Jenny drove home together after school. After dinner, Jenny's parents excused themselves to their bedroom on the ground floor of Jenny's house, and the girls went upstairs to Jenny's room to watch some on-demand movies with a big bowl of popcorn. By the time the first movie was over, the girls were starting to get a little sleepy, even though it was only about 10 o'clock.

Jenny walked over to her chest-of-drawers and opened the bottom drawer. "Do you want to see my new bikini?" Jenny asked. She pulled the blue and green fabric from the drawer and threw it on the bed.

Aimee picked it up and examined it closely. "This definitely qualifies as an itsy bitsy teeny weenie bikini!"

"Hey. If you've got it, flaunt it!" Jenny flashed that dazzling smile at Aimee.

"Let's see it on you," Aimee said, throwing the bikini back across the bed toward Jenny.

Jenny pulled her pajama top off, exposing her firm breasts. She tied the top around her middle, and then brought the cups up to her breasts. She then reached behind her neck and tied the strap, adjusting her breasts so that the fabric barely covered her nipples. Her breasts were pushed up and toward the middle of her body, showing off her ample and perfect cleavage. She then untied her pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. She pulled her panties to her ankles, stepped out of them, and then pulled the bikini bottom up. She turned around so that Aimee could see her butt, and then spun back around to face Aimee. "What'cha think?"

Aimee examined Jenny closely. The bikini fit her well and showed off her nice body. The top framed her large breasts, her narrow waist was on display, and her large round butt looked great under the fabric. But, Aimee could easily see Jenny's dark pubic hair sticking out around the elastic of the bottom. "Well," she said, "the bikini looks great."

Jenny added, "But?"

Aimee continued. "But, Jenny, I can see your black pubic hair sticking out."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I asked you about your pubic hair in the shower today. But, I don't think I can stand a wax job. I tried it once on my legs and thought I would die!"

"It's really not that bad."

"Says you!"

"Okay. What about shaving?"

"I've tried that in the past, but I've got such a thick bush that the razor gets clogged."

"You dummy. You're doing it wrong!"

Jenny stared at Aimee with a puzzled look on her face. "How can I shave wrong?"

"You're supposed to use scissors to trim back the bulk of the hair first."

"What? I am? How am I supposed to see down there with scissors?"

"You are hopeless! Do you have scissors and a new razor?"

"Yeah, I guess." Jenny opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. "The razor would be in my bathroom."

"Well, then, come on. I'll teach you how to do this."

Jenny said, "Wait a second. Let me get my pajamas back on!"

Aimee replied, "No. Just leave your bikini on so you don't get your pajamas wet."

"But, what if my brother sees me walking into the bathroom with you wearing a bikini?"

"Yeah," Aimee said, "I didn't think about that. Okay, get back into your pajamas. I'll be waiting for you in the bathroom."

As Aimee walked out of Jenny's bedroom, she looked down the hall and saw that the door to Jenny's brother's room was open and that Jason had a friend over. Jason and his friend, Todd, had both graduated from high school the year before and were now working together driving delivery trucks. Both of the boys looked up and stared at Aimee walking down the hall towards the bathroom.

Jason whispered to Todd, "Man would I like to get a piece of that!"

About the time that Aimee scooted into the bathroom, Jenny came out and started down the hall after Aimee. Todd leaned in toward Jason and said, "Dude. Your sister is pretty hot, too."

Jason replied, "I've noticed, man. If she wasn't my sister I'd totally hit that!"

Todd threw a tennis ball at Jason and said, "Even if she was MY sister, I'd fuck her if I were you."

When Jenny popped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, Jason and Todd looked at each other surprised. Todd said to Jason, "What do you think they're doing in there together?"

"I don't have a clue," Jason replied, "but I know how to find out! Come on."

Jason walked into the hallway and ever so quietly pulled down the stairway to the attic. He turned to Todd, put his fingers over his lips to indicate that Todd should be quiet, and they climbed up into the attic. Jason waited for Todd to climb into the attic, and then he pulled the stairs back up, closing them in the attic. He whispered to Todd, "Follow me, but be really quiet and don't say a word."

Jason led Todd to a fixture that was sticking up through the insulation. In the dark attic they could clearly see light shining up through the fixture making a large circle on the roof above them. Jason lowered himself to his knees and then indicated to Todd for him to do the same. He pointed down toward the fixture. It wasn't until then that Todd realized that the fixture was a fan that vented the bathroom up into the attic. Todd could see that someone had used rubber bands to lift up the metallic flaps of the fan. Todd looked down into the fixture and could clearly see the two girls below in the bathroom.

"Okay," Aimee said to Jenny, "go ahead and get out of those pajamas so that we don't get them wet." Jenny complied and pulled off her pajamas, hanging them on a hook on the back of the door.

Todd looked up at Jason and whispered, "Dude. Your sister has a smoking body." Todd adjusted the hard on in his pants and looked back down into the bathroom. Jason also developed a hard on, but he was embarrassed that his sister was exciting him so much. "But, hell," he thought, "it isn't every day that an 18-year-old hottie shows me her pussy."

Aimee pulled a towel from the rack and folded it. She then placed the towel on the counter and told Jenny to hop up onto the towel. When Jenny was sitting on the towel, Aimee picked up Jenny's legs and placed her feet on the counter next to the towel. Jenny was now sitting with her vagina clearly exposed to Aimee, and unbeknownst to her, to the boys with the bird's eye view. With her legs spread so wide, they could plainly see the lips of her vagina. Aimee picked up the scissors and began to carefully snip away at Jenny's thick bush of pubic hair. After a few minutes she had cut away the bulk of the hair.

"Okay, now for the razor." Aimee reached over to the sink and began to fill it with warm water. She then went to the tub, took a bar of soap and a can of shaving cream, and then returned to Jenny. "Now, we've got to make sure the remaining hair is supple before we shave you." Aimee reached into the sink with both hands cupped together and brought the water over to Jenny's crotch. In the process, Aimee soaked the sleeve of her pajama top. "Damn. I'm going to get soaked."

Aimee pulled her pajama top off, exposing her perfect large breasts. The boys in the attic immediately reacted to the sight. They shifted uncomfortably to arrange their hard cocks in their pants. He looked up at Todd with a huge smile on his face. Both boys were wishing that the other one was not there so that he could take care of business with a hand.

Aimee returned to her job, and after thoroughly wetting the remaining pubic hair, she soaped up Jenny's crotch. The boys could see that Jenny had closed her eyes and that her tongue was protruding slightly from between her lips. Aimee then washed the soap off of Jenny's mound and then lathered her up well with the shaving cream. When she was done she said, "Now look girl. Don't move."

Aimee began to carefully shave Jenny's pussy, rinsing the razor well between each stroke. After several minutes she had completely shaved the pubic hair from above Jenny's vagina and had removed all of the hair from around the entrance to her pussy. "Okay," Aimee said, "we're almost done. I need to get the hair below your vagina next, but I can't get to it from this angle. You're going to have to get up on your hands and knees."

Jenny looked at Aimee dubiously, but quickly complied. Jenny turned around so that she was now facing the mirror, kneeled on the towel, and lowered her head toward the counter so that her butt was thrust up in the air. Aimee ordered, "Now move your knees apart a little more so that I can see." Aimee reached up with her left hand and pulled on Jenny's left butt cheek. She said, "Jenny, grab the other cheek and spread for me." Jenny reached around and grabbed her right butt cheek and pulled. The boys above got a perfect view of Jenny's pretty pink asshole.

Todd whispered to Jason. "I know she's your sister, but I'd fuck her ass so fast right now."

Jason looked up at Todd and whispered, "Dude. Right now I'd fuck my sister's ass so hard."

Aimee quickly dispatched the hair from around Jenny's butt and pronounced, "Finished!"

Jenny climbed down from the counter and admired her brand new naked pussy. "Nice. Very nice," she said while moving back and forth in the mirror.

"Okay, now there is one more step to keep you from getting a rash." Aimee picked up a bottle of medicated baby oil and said, "We have to put this on you." Aimee squirted a liberal amount on her hand, and reached down between Jenny's legs and started to apply the oil to her naked vagina. Jenny closed her eyes and laid her head back.

"Is this supposed to feel this good?" she asked.

"Of course it is supposed to feel good."

Aimee then squirted some more oil in her hand and reached behind Jenny and placed her hand in the crack of her butt. Jenny's eyes flew open at the unexpected touch, and because her head was laid back, her eyes were lifted to the ceiling. She was mortified to see two faces peering down at her from the fan in the ceiling.

"Oh my god!" she screamed, trying to hide her nakedness with her hands.

Aimee followed Jenny's gaze up to the ceiling, but could see nothing. The boys had jerked their heads out of the way as soon as Jenny had seen them.

"What?"

"My brother and Todd were up there watching us!"

"No way!"

"I swear it. They were up there looking down through the bathroom vent!" The girls quickly pulled on their pajamas and ran out of the bathroom into the hall. Jenny pointed up at the attic stairs and said, "Come on! Those assholes are so busted!"

Jenny reached up and pulled the stairs down in one quick motion. She ran up the stairs and found Jason and Todd standing near the entrance with guilty looks on their faces. Aimee quickly climbed up the stairs to join the three of them.

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jenny shouted at her brother. "I knew you were an asshole, but I didn't think you were that big of an asshole!"

Jason knew better than to say anything, and he and Todd just stared at their feet.

"Just wait until I tell Dad what you were doing!"

That got Jason's attention. "No. Don't. I'll make it up to you!"

"How in the hell do you plan to make it up to me, asshole?"

"I don't know." Jason turned to Todd for a clue, but Todd just shrugged his shoulders and returned his gaze to the floor. Jason then looked at Aimee for an answer. Aimee just shook her head 'no'. After a second Jason said, "What if Todd and I get naked for you?"

"No deal!" Jenny was furious. "I was so embarrassed when I realized what you had seen. I feel so violated!"

"Okay," Jason said, trying to think on his feet as fast as possible, "what if we get naked and let you shave all of our pubic hair off?"




The Assistant Ch. 07



Todd jerked his head up to look at Jason. "Jason! Dude! Can you imagine what the guys at the gym are going to say when both of us show up in the shower with no pubic hair?"

Jason turned toward Todd and said, "If Jenny tells my Dad what we were doing, you'll never see me at the gym again. I'll be dead!"

Todd realized that Jason was right. "Yeah. And if your Dad tells my Dad..."

Jenny turned towards Aimee. "What do you think?"

"I say, we shave all the hair off their bodies, including their heads!"

Jenny got a big smile on her face. "Yeah. I like that!" Before the boys could protest, Jenny shot down the stairs with Aimee on her heels. The boys looked at each other and shrugged, accepting their fate. Jason went down the stairs first, taking as much time as he could muster. When he reached the bottom, he looked up at Todd who asked, "Can't you just close me up in here for the rest of my life?"

By way of reply, Jason simply motioned with his head toward his sister's room. When the two of them arrived, the girls were standing on the far side of the room. They had thrown an old quilt across Jenny's bed. "Get in here you two!" Jenny demanded. "It's time for you to get your just desserts."

The boys looked like two men on death row walking to the gallows. Each hung their head in shame and walked with their hands thrust deep into their pockets. When they were in Jenny's room, she said, "Close the door and drop trow'." Jason and Todd exchanged glances and did as they were directed, dropping their pants to their ankles. Aimee ordered, "All the clothes, boys!"

When they were naked, both Jenny and Aimee were secretly surprised at how big the boys' dicks were, but they had already agreed to insult them. Jenny turned to Aimee and said, "Jason's dick looks like a penis only smaller." Todd immediately started laughing at the insult, which led to Jason punching Todd in the arm. Aimee not wanting to let Todd get the upper hand said to Jenny, "Yeah, but Todd's tiny little worm is nothing to write home about either." That caused a huge laugh to come from Jason.

Jenny said, "Enough! Okay, you two stand there for a second while Aimee and I discuss what we are going to do to you two." Jason and Todd strained to hear, but the girls were careful to whisper directly into one another's ear. After about a minute, Jenny said, "Alright. Jason, lay down here." Jenny indicated that he should lay down on her bed on the right side. When he had done so, she removed a scarf from her drawer and first tide his hands together, and then tied them above his head to the headboard. When she was done, Aimee said to Todd, "Okay, now it's your turn." Todd lay down on the left side of the bed next to Jason and Aimee tied his hands to the headboard.

When she was done, Aimee left the room and returned a few seconds later with a can of shaving cream and two razors. She handed one razor to Jenny, and then she sat on the bed between Jason's legs. Jenny, in turn, sat on the bed between Todd's legs. Next, Aimee first filled Jenny's hand with shaving cream and then her own hand. The two girls lathered the boys up well, making sure to be very touchy feely with their dicks. Although they tried to suppress their erections with their entire might, within a few seconds each of the boys had an outrageous hard-on. Jenny said to Aimee, "Look. I think Todd likes this. And, Jason doesn't seem to mind too much either."

Jason was mortified that he had an erection in front of both his best friend and his own sister, but there was nothing that he could do. Aimee was moving his penis around by grasping the underside near the head. She had learned while giving her uncle blowjobs that this was the most sensitive part of the penis.

After only about two minutes, the boys' pubic areas were shaved clean.

Jenny turned to Aimee and asked, "That was too easy and they obviously are enjoying it too much. What shall we do next?"

Aimee thought for a second and leaned over to place her mouth next to Jenny's ear, whispering, "How about we put on a little show for the boys and torture them for a while?"

Jenny looked at Aimee with a gleam in her eye and said, "I like it."

The girls got up and stood at the foot of the bed. Aimee walked behind Jenny and started to slowly unbutton her pajama top. She removed Jenny's top and then began to massage Jenny's breasts. Jenny reached up over her head and put her arms around Aimee's neck. "Feels really nice," she moaned. The boys were staring intensely at the impromptu show. After several minutes, Aimee traded places with Jenny. After removing her top, Jenny began to massage Aimee's perfect melons. Jason said to Todd, "Oh my goodness those are nice!"

Jenny yelled, "Shut-up, asshole!"

Jenny then reached down and removed Aimee's bottoms and rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Aimee began to pant loudly. The boys' dicks seemed to expand and turned purple. Their balls were drawn up tight against their bodies and Aimee thought that if she simply touched Jason's cock he would probably spray come all over the place. Aimee reached down and pulled her own panties off, exposing her tightly trimmed bush to the boys. She whispered to Jenny, "Make me come."

Jenny began to rub Aimee's pussy with a new determination. After about a minute, Aimee's breathing became erratic and suddenly her body began to spasm as she came. Jenny slowly stroked her breasts as she recovered. When Aimee's breathing returned to normal she said, "Now it's my turn."

Aimee said, "I've got a treat for you." She removed Jenny's pajama bottoms and had Jenny kneel on the bed with her butt in the air. Jenny's full breasts were smashed across her brother's chest, and she reached across and grabbed Todd's arm to steady herself. Aimee placed her face between Jenny's thighs and began to work on her pussy with her mouth. Jenny began to grind her crotch into Aimee's face. "Oh damn. I'm going to come!" Jenny arched her back as wave after wave of pleasure went through her body.

The boys were afraid to say anything lest they awaken from this incredible wet dream they were having.

When Jenny had recovered, Aimee asked, "What are we going to do with those two pathetic boys?" Their dicks looked like two engorged bananas arching up and back, pointing threateningly at their own faces.

After a few seconds, Aimee said, "I've got an idea." She walked over to Jenny's nightstand and squirted a few shots of lotion into the palm of her hand and then moved to between Todd's legs. She placed her hand on the base of his dick and pumped upward, carefully aiming the head of his penis up toward his face. She then began to pump quickly. Within ten seconds, Todd sent a huge stream of semen up over his stomach and chest and onto his own face. The second stream was almost as powerful and covered his chest, and then with each successive spurt, his stomach and then Aimee's hand.

"Oooh. That looks like fun." Jenny walked over to the nightstand, put lotion in her hand, and repeated the process on her brother's cock.

"Jenny," Jason said, "I'm your brother."

Jenny looked into his eyes, stopped stroking him, and asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no, no...that's not what I meant."

She started stroking his erection again, and he began to breathe deep and tensed his body. His fists balled up and his toes curled. A huge rope of come flew out of his penis and landed right on his face, covering his mouth and chin. The next shot landed on his face as well, and then, just like Todd, the stream weakened until it just puddled in Jenny's hand.

The boys looked funny lying on the bed naked, hands tied above their heads, covered in spooge. The girls looked down, now feeling sorry for them. Although they each had just come, their dicks were still as hard as ever.

Aimee straddled Jason, her pussy only inches from his dick. She bent over, letting her heavy breasts rest against his chest. She slowly began to lick the come off of his face. Jenny said, "Gross. Do you like that?"

Aimee said, "Totally. It tastes really good once you get over where it came from. Try it."

Jenny was dubious. She had given boys blowjobs before, but had always told them that if they came in her mouth, she'd kill them. Jenny leaned over Jason and placed her head next to Aimee's face. She tentatively placed her tongue in a glob of semen on Jason's lips and tasted it. Not too bad. She repeated this a couple of times, and convinced that it wasn't really that bad, she began to clean Jason's face and chest with her tongue. When she was just about finished, she placed her lips on Jason's and slid her tongue into his mouth, giving her own brother a snowball.

Jason returned her kiss before he realized that Jenny had placed some of his own come in his mouth. "Hey," he said pulling his lips from hers, "what was that?"

"Payback you asshole." You're lucky it wasn't worse.

Jason didn't say a word. 

In the meantime, Aimee had moved over to Todd and was cleaning him up. Jenny moved from Jason and straddled Todd's body, helping Aimee clean him up. Todd began to push his thighs up, trying to impale Jenny with his dick.

"Not so fast, killer," Jenny said. "You are being punished. Remember?"

Aimee took a big glob of Todd's come into her mouth and then placed her lips on Todd's. After having seen what they had done to Jason, he was prepared, and refused to open his mouth. Jenny leaned into Todd and whispered into his ear, you open your mouth and I'll let you slide your cock into me. She reached behind her, grabbed Todd's cock, and slowly lowered herself down onto his engorged dick, holding the head just at the entrance to her inviting tunnel.

With reluctance, Todd opened his mouth and Aimee slid her tongue and the load of come right into his mouth.

Jenny said, "Swallow it and I'll fuck you."

He quickly gulped, and Aimee turned around to Jenny and nodded her head with a big smile on her face. Aimee watched as Jenny slowly started fucking Todd while rubbing her own breasts.

"This feels amazing," Jenny said to Aimee.

Aimee said, "You look amazing, baby. I want to fuck him."

Jenny suddenly stopped riding Todd and hopped off of him. Aimee got up and walked over to the other side of the bed, straddled Todd, and reached between her legs to grab Todd's hard cock. She lowered herself down and began to ride him, working her hips forward and back getting the most clitoral stimulation possible from the cock impaled in her belly.

Aimee looked over at Jason's throbbing cock and said, "Jenny, go fuck Jason."

"Aimee, Jason's my brother. I can't fuck him."

Aimee gave Jenny her best naughty look and replied, "Sure you can. It's easy. Just do what I'm doing to Todd."

Jenny replied, "I know I CAN fuck him. What I meant to say is that I shouldn't fuck him."

Aimee wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Remember, we are punishing them, right?"

Jenny nodded her head.

"And, have you ever heard that old saying, 'a tie ballgame is like kissing your sister'?"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Aimee?"

"Well, Jason is having just a bit too much fun, so I thought it would be a little less fun for him if he had to fuck his own sister."

Jenny was a bit unsure, but Aimee's logic was sinking in. Jason looked mortified as his sister approached him and straddled his body.

"Jenny, really, I don't think Dad would approve of this at all."

"Shut up, asshole. If you complain once more, I'm going to tell Dad you watched us from the bathroom and then you forced me to have sex with you."

Jenny reached between her spread legs, and grabbed Jason's cock. She placed it at the opening of her pussy, and slowly slid it into her warm, wet, and inviting pussy. Jason had a look of pure bliss on his face.

"God. You're so tight!" Jason moaned.

"Dude," Todd said, "you're fucking your sister. That is so fucking hot!"

Jason said, "If I knew my sister was such a hot piece of ass, I would have fucked her a long time ago."

Jenny and Aimee exchanged naughty smiles and both went to work getting themselves off on their respective cocks. Each one of them was rocking back and forth, grinding their clits on the stiff dicks inside of them.

"Sis," he warned, "I'm about to come inside of you. If you don't want that, you'd better climb off soon...like right now."

Jenny stopped her back and forth grinding, and laid her heavy breasts on her brother's chest. She started rocking her hips up and down, driving his cock deep inside of her wet cunt. "Don't you dare come, asshole, until I come," she said.

Jason worked hard, pumping his cock in and out of his sister, meeting each of her thrusts. Just when he couldn't hold out any longer, he felt Jenny tense and squeeze his dick with her pussy. That was all he could stand, and he let his seed spill into his sister's womb.

They both were breathing hard and enjoying the afterglow when Jenny and Aimee started laughing. Soon, Jason joined in while Todd looked on perplexed. "What's so funny?"

Aimee looked down and realized that Adam had just asked her, "What's so funny?" She realized she had been laughing during her daydream.

"Nothing, baby." she said. "Morning wood just makes me so happy!" She laid her heaving breasts on Adam's chest and began to pump her hips up and down. Adam grabbed her hips, lifted his own butt off the bed, and met her thrusts, pounding her ass hard.

"Fuck! That's so hot! Fuck me!" she cried.

Adam stopped, rolled her onto her back without pulling out of her, and positioned her legs on his shoulders so that he could really pound her pussy.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Fuck me hard! You're and animal!"

They came simultaneously, and when he finally pulled his cock out of her, their combined juices spilled out of her and on to the Holiday Inn Express' white sheets.

"Oh, shit," Adam said smiling at Aimee, "I hope that is covered in the state rate!"